《The Curse of a Thousand Words [NSFW]》 Trophy Snake Bite was a typical gay bar conveniently located next to a students¡¯ dorm. Jam-packed on the weekends, it was usually pretty vacant during the week. There was nothing special about it¡ªthe stench of fresh sweat and cigarettes always gave me a headache, and its nasty drinks, which were usually diluted with water to cut the cost, were only drinkable because drag queens got them for free. However, each week it would become our haven. Mia was glued to the mirror, measuring the distance between her soon to be bushy eyebrows. She never explained why she enjoyed stripping off her femininity once in a while, but I was sure she couldn¡¯t live without it. Her drag name instantly became our inside joke; sometimes, when Mia was too stressed about her studies, I¡¯d jump around the room yelling Max Tension, Max Tension. It always made her giggle. ¡°I¡¯m not sure I like your new wig, ¡± Mia commented while putting on her drag makeup, ¡°fuck! These brows just won¡¯t behave.¡± ¡°Me nether, this one''s cheap,¡± I answered, pacing around the dressing room just to get used to walking in heels. ¡°Not only that. The red one was more like Nin. But... now you¡¯re more doll-like, I guess.¡± I had been struggling to come up with a drag name for weeks. Mia was the one who suggested the name, Nin. When asked why, she chuckled, ¡°It¡¯s just so you, babe. You always say, ¡®Nothing, it¡¯s nothing.¡¯ Just put the first letters together and you have Nin.¡± Later, I¡¯ve added Summers to the name just because it was June. I¡¯ve never been a creative man. For today¡¯s performance, we had prepared a wacky duet, a story of a middle-aged man who¡¯s just discovered he¡¯s into drag. Contrary to others¡¯ beliefs, I didn¡¯t know what I was doing; unlike Mia, I barely knew anything about the drag culture. The air was oozing with excitement and I couldn¡¯t deny it anymore; I was getting addicted to the attention. We still had an hour till our performance, so I left Mia without her even noticing me. Stage lights bounced around the audience, exposing a sea of young queer faces: some were dancing, some kissing; others were chugging pints of watered-down booze, probably thinking they¡¯ve made a good bargain. I floundered to the half-empty bar and sat down on a wooden bar stool; fixed my dress, making sure it wouldn¡¯t crumple up. ¡°Same as always!¡± I shouted, trying to overpower the loud music. I took a sip through the pink straw¡ªcarefully, trying not to ruin my lips¡ªthen another and one more. I could barely taste any alcohol; some things never change. I scanned the crowd as if I was looking for something; a familiar face, perhaps. However, those who knew me, would never return. A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. And then I felt it; like a magnet pulling me through the crowd, there was an intense gaze inspecting me from one of the tables at the corner of the bar. When our eyes met, I was quite disappointed; he might have been a snack, but he wasn''t a regular, or anyone I knew. Just an elegant man in a pitch-black suit that dramatically contrasted with the rainbow of colourful shirts and excessive drag garments. The mysterious man said something, but his words were devoured by the loud beats. I shrugged. Did he really expect me to hear that? Only when he stood up and began marching towards me, I realized how tall he was. Typically, I ¡¯d be the first one to come up with a cheesy pick-up line, usually something drag related, but this time the man has spoken first. ¡°Could you repeat that?¡± I yelled. He smiled and moved a bit closer, pretending to accidentally bump his leg into mine; a trick so overused, it felt inept. ¡°I said what¡¯s your name?¡± repeated the man with a slight accent, looking at me way much longer than I was comfortable with. ¡°It¡¯s Nin.¡± ¡°No, I meant your actual name,¡± he smirked and leaned a bit closer. ¡°I¡¯m Bee.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve never heard a name like that.¡± Well, because it wasn¡¯t my real name. ¡°Nice to meet you, Bee, I¡¯m Viktor. With a ¡®k¡¯,¡± he explained, then added, ¡°l love your wig.¡± ¡°Thanks.¡± Viktor raised his hand to grab the bartender¡¯s attention, exposing his lavish watch. I couldn¡¯t catch what he ordered, so I fixed my eyes on the bartender struggling to open a brand new bottle of gin. Gin and tonic? His watch must have been fake. ¡°I saw your performance last week. Stunning.¡± ¡°You¡¯re a regular here? I¡¯m not sure I¡¯ve seen you before.¡± ¡°At least twice a month. I¡¯m probably not that attractive for someone like you to notice.¡± Oh, what a player he was. Judging by his shoes, the watch, and a few wrinkles on his forehead, Viktor has been practising his outdated ways of seduction for years. Out of the blue, I felt an obnoxious tap on my shoulder. It was Mia, now fully Max Tension both literally and figuratively, ¡°Nin, what the hell? We¡¯re next, hurry!¡± Disoriented, I glanced at Viktor and smirked. He answered with a smile, took something out of his pocket and scribbled some numbers. ¡°Just in case you¡¯ll need company,¡± he handed me a tiny card with a golden print on it; once again - a typical move, ¡°It¡¯s the hotel I¡¯m staying at. Marvellous restaurant. I¡¯ll be there tomorrow at seven.¡± ¡°Nin, c¡¯mon...¡± Mia hissed impatiently. We were about to give our best performance of the entire month, followed by cheers and laughs, and waves of applause. However, it wasn¡¯t enough for me; what I craved for was unlimited attention. - Of course I didn¡¯t call Viktor that day. Nor the following. I kept his card on the pile of unread psychology books, as any proud hunter would. ¡°304¡± the card read. The messy handwriting was accompanied by a golden print "Cielus Hotel". Usually, I would get a phone number scribbled on a torn tissue; once, a guy handed me an empty champagne bottle with his number engraved on the glass. Till this day, I wondered how he accomplished that. ¡°Ready for work?¡± Mia asked, chunky textbook in her hands. ¡°I¡¯ll quit this Friday,¡± I admitted, munching on the cereal. ¡°Bee, babe. We talked about this. You gotta pay the rent or I¡¯ll have to find someone else. I¡¯m sorry.¡± Mia was right. I had been living here rent-free for years, doing odd jobs there and there. Little did she know, I had a plan to pay her back; Not just her, my family too. ¡°I have an interview at the ORK inc. today. It had to be a surprise, but I think I¡¯ll really make it this time. I''ll finally escape the rat race, Mia.¡± She clapped her hands in excitement, ¡°champagne¡¯s on me!¡± Lust ¡°Dear Benjamin Huber, Thank you so much for participating in the interview at ORK¡¯s. Unfortunately, we are not able to pass you onto the next round at this time, as we are looking for someone with a different educational profile. Please do not hesitate to bla bla¡± ¡°I¡¯m so sorry, Bee,¡± Mia rested her head on my shoulder. This sucked. This sucked so badly. I nailed the interview. I dressed smart. I¡¯ve been preparing for weeks. And I failed. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I heard Chicken Blitz were looking for people. We¡¯ll get you a cheaper place, and you can come over anytime. Okay?¡± I was so tired. Tired of doing shitty jobs. Tired of Mia always saving my ass. Tired of poverty I was born in. I needed an escape, just for the evening. Just for tonight. Then, I remembered. The tiny trophy I brought home a few days ago, might actually serve me. ¡°Don¡¯t worry,¡± I smiled, ¡°I¡¯ll be fine. I need to see someone, so I won¡¯t be back tonight. See you tomorrow, though?¡± ¡°Sure,¡± Mia smirked raising a glass of champagne, "Promise, you''ll go apartment hunting with me?" "I promise," I said leaving the room.
¡°Fuck.¡± I said out loud once I entered the hotel lobby. An old man in the reception gave me a weird look. The sound of piano streamed through the enormous lobby, gently touching each piece of the vintage furniture. Everything reeked of cleanness and lavishness; even the air had an extravagant smell. It made me want to barf. The receptionist blatantly scanned me from top to bottom, probably offended by my cheap sneakers polluting their ugly Persian carpet. ¡°Excuse me,¡± I rested my hands on the front desk, ¡°Do you know if there¡¯s a man named Viktor in a room 304?¡± I watched the enormous eyebrow, occupying a sizeable chunk of the old man¡¯s face, slowly rise, ¡°I¡¯m afraid, we cannot disclose such sensitive information.¡± Sensitive information my ass. ¡°What if he was my long-lost daddy who once left to get some cigarettes?¡± The old man seemed unamused by my humorous attempt. ¡°Okay, thanks for nothing,¡± I decided to find 304 myself. It took me a few trips up and down the marble stairs, until I met a maid who kindly showed me the way. 304 was on the third floor, I don¡¯t know how I hadn¡¯t realised it earlier. I marched at the door, and began knocking excessively. If it won¡¯t be Viktor, at least I could pretend I was someone¡¯s long lost son. The door swung open without a creek, and a familiar figure greeted me: ¡°Hi, Bee. I didn¡¯t expect you. Come in.¡± I was surprised he recognised me out of drag. The room was as superfluous as the rest of the hotel. Why all the rich folk had such a poor taste? I kicked off my shoes and fell into the queen-king-whatever sized bed. It bounced a few times, leaving me amazed by its softness. Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. ¡°Want a drink?¡± asked Viktor browsing the minibar. ¡°Sure.¡± ¡°Whisky, cognac, tequila?¡± ¡°Anything will do.¡± Viktor poured two glasses of brown liquid and handed one to me. ¡°So, do you do this often?¡± ¡°What do you mean?¡± ¡°Well, you know inviting strangers into your fancy hotel room,¡± I took a sip. Whatever it was, it was definitely not watered down. ¡°I don¡¯t consider you a stranger. We¡¯re not friends yet, but I¡¯d love us to be.¡± ¡°So, you want us to be friends,¡± I couldn''t disguise my laughter, "so... what do we do now, friend?" ¡°Whatever you want. We can talk.¡± ¡°Like, what? I don''t want to hear your dramatic life story.¡± ¡°Well, we can both ask each other three questions.¡± ¡°Do you have a wife? A partner?¡± ¡°I had a wife.¡± ¡°What happened?¡± I uttered fuzzily; my tongue felt heavy. ¡°I told her I wasn¡¯t attracted to women anymore.¡± Viktor finally tasted his drink as the smile abandoned his face. ¡°How old are you?¡± I asked ¡°Thirty-seven.¡± he didn''t even bother to find out MY age. ¡°What do you do?¡± ¡°Nope, nope,¡± Viktor interrupted, ¡°That¡¯s three already. It¡¯s my turn now. What kind of men do you like?¡± ¡°Well...¡± I lifted my booze and let the tiny rays of light pierce the tinted glass, ¡°Someone who¡¯s not an asshole.¡± ¡°Well said,¡± Viktor smirked, ¡°do you find me attractive?¡± ¡°Maybe. Last one.¡± ¡°Do you want to kiss me?¡± I didn¡¯t answer. Talking wasn''t why I came here in the first place. My shirt flew onto the patterned carpet. With no hesitation, his hands copied my movement, and soon his bare chest was pressed into mine. Viktor¡¯s warm breath was tickling my neck as he gently ran his hands through my back. He pulled me even closer and kissed my shoulder. I chuckled. ¡°What is it?¡± asked Viktor. ¡°It tickles.¡± ¡°What about this?" His tongue reached my ear, forcing me to let out a repressed moan. Amused by my voice, Viktor wrapped his arms around me while his lips kept on kissing parts of my face that no one else has ever dared to taste. Finally, his tongue forced its way into my mouth and we began making out faster and faster until our loud heartbeats synced, fulfilling my egotistical desires. I nuzzled him aside and, still breathing heavily, laid down on the bed. A bit lightheaded and consumed by momentum, I drifted my hand downwards and started touching myself. Two eyes right above me - now completely obsidian - were devouring each and every inch of my body; finally, the moment I''ve been craving for. Everything¡ªmy heavy breathing and the constant rhythmic movements¡ªmade Viktor harder and harder. My gaze kept on wandering down - from his athletic chest to the gleaming belt buckle. Right before I closed my eyes and firmly grasped the corner of the blanket, I noticed Viktor has licked his lips preparing them for what would happen next: one kiss followed another until his tongue brushed through my stomach and traveled upwards leaving a trail of saliva leading to my chest. Then, still teasing me, it drew a few circles around my nipple, eventually landing in the middle; and the ticklish sensation was gradually transformed into unruly arousal. With his face still buried in my chest, Viktor slid down my already unzipped jeans. My fists felt sore from clenching, yet I grasped them even more forcefully. A few more kisses caressed my skin: my shoulder, then my chest - so slowly it sent shivers down my spine - then my stomach, my inner thigh- I gasped. The last kiss before my heart felt like exploding landed right onto the soft fabric of my boxers. He slid them down with one swift movement and submerged his mouth into me. At this point, I was powerless; just like a puppeteer, his actions controlled each moan I let out, and, ultimately, I lost all self-control I¡¯ve been preserving so vigorously. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw Viktor touching himself¡ªboth his head and his right arm were moving synchronously as he continued to suck on me. Just seeing him there made me overflow with arousal; I didn¡¯t think I could hold it for any longer. ¡°Viktor-¡± I moaned, ¡°I will-¡± He didn¡¯t answer, just kept on sucking me faster and faster until, all of a sudden, a hot flash struck my core, and just like poison, it spread through my whole body without leaving a single part untouched. I let out a heavy moan and, still shaking, I came into his mouth. Viktor wiped his face with one hand, still feeling himself with the other. He got a bit closer; I could feel his body heating, and his breathing becoming heavier and heavier. I buried my palm into his face and ran the other through his sweaty hair. He took the last deep breath, looked me straight in the eyes - it was the same gaze that was hunting me in the bar - and just like that he came all over my chest, barely missing my face. - I didn''t stay for breakfast. I didn''t even take the trophy-card with me. As soon as the clock hit 6am, I got dressed and left without saying goodbye. I left a note though. It read: "Thanks for everything. I hope we never meet again :)"