Serena x John - Encounter at Lux

After a grueling day of practically doing everybody else's job for them, as was the way at Whitefeather & Associates, Nathaniel was looking for a way to relax and unwind. He received a text message in the group chat with his friends Serena and Trent, asking if he wanted to come out clubbing tonight.

[Might as well], he texted back unenthusiastically. He decided to go out in a suit so he wouldn't have to go home and change and keep his friends waiting.

When he and Trent arrived at Lux, Serena was already waiting for them outside. She scampered up to them and pulled each man in by the hand so they could beat the line. Being the wife of the owner had its perks.

"Hey! I'm so glad you could make it!" she squealed.

"Yeah," said Nathaniel. As they went inside, Nathaniel saw a somewhat-familiar face. "Hey," he said, "isn't that your new friend? The one who called you a weak-minded sinner?"

"John?" Serena said, furrowing her brow. "No, I don't see him." She shrugged. "Let's get something to drink." They pulled up stools and signalled the bartender.

Then she saw him. "Oh, you're right. It is John. Maybe I should go say hi. See if he'll recognize me."

Nathaniel sighed. "We do like to live dangerously," he muttered.

 

First a house party, a big one at that and they'd even had a good-sized pool out back. That had been how John had ended up so practically shit faced to begin with. Once his old colleague had convinced him to settle down, relax a little. A lot had him rather tense and at times John acted as if he had a stick firmly inserted up his ass. Well am entire bottle and a half of champagne later and he'd ended up in the pool making out with two girls who didn't mind his drunken ramblings about his weird brother and court cases or we'll, far worse. Sobering up a bit with a few lines of cocaine he'd them followed his friend Carter to a strip club. Both deciding they needed out and again by the time they'd left John had gotten them almost kicked out and he was practically stumbling. By now it was late and Carter had once last stop he wanted to make. Some club he claimed was a fairly big deal. So agreeing John had eventually ended up there within at one of the bars and for the past thirty minutes had been rather desperately attempting to pick up some very cute black bartender with a big ass. However he may have slipped up and said to much about needing to repent in the morning for what he wanted to do to her. Whatever the case was she'd dipped and probably purposely leaving him standing there listening to Carter sweet talking some blonde.

Staring off at the cup of whiskey for a moment he was currently starting to feel the other shit he'd smoked with Carter twenty minutes ago creep up. Heavily at that and it was a wonder he wasn't seeing stars by this point. Moving to hop off the barstool finally he decided he needed some fresh air when he started for the door. Maybe something new to try and get back to the hotel with him to. In fact as he was walking he damn near ran right into the blonde and for a moment he looked a bit shocked. DAMN! She was hot! Little tall but… "My apologies gorgeous I… Well I should probably look where I'm going in this place. Or sit down" He remarked actually sniggering a bit drunkenly.

 

"Easy there," Serena said, taking hold of John's arm and leading him to a couch where they could sit down together. Tonight she hadn't been set to perform, so instead of her usual white prom dress, she was dressed somewhat casually in a black leather skirt, matching over-the-knee boots, and a silver halter top. A clutch was slung over one shoulder.

Nathaniel rolled his eyes and downed both his drink and Serena's as she walked off with John. Typical. Whenever they went anywhere together, she ended up picking up some guy and spending the night with him. And this guy talked like some kind of fundie. He'd probably try to burn Serena at the stake if he found out what she was.

Trent watched them with a critical look in his eye. Though he had allowed himself to fade mostly into the background of their conversation, he had not liked John or Jacob at all. Serena had made it clear to Trent that she could handle herself, but he couldn't help but be protective.

"Are you okay?" Serena asked John now, cupping his face. "You look a little rough."

 

Well, that hadn't been hard. In fact John hardly had to try at all. Eyeing the rather tall female a smirk crossed his face as they soon came to sit on the sofa. "You look familiar, have we met?" He suddenly asked as he eyed her. Maybe he was just tripping, however. How could he know her? This was fucking L.A! She likely just looked like someone else he'd seen a lot of and thus he quickly decided not to put too much concern into the matter if that was the case.

"Rough? Oh darling I may be a bit drunk but I would not consider this the roughest I've ever looked" He slurred in response with a bit of a cheeky grin plastered on his face. "You on the other hand. They let Angels just walk around now?" He flirted all to easily as he leaned forward where he sat head cocking a bit to the side as he looked at her.

 

"Maybe we have, maybe we haven't," Serena said. She knew very well that fit, long-haired blondes were a dime a dozen in this city, especially since that happened to be Lucifer's exact type.

She thumbed his cheek with a little giggle. "Drunk, probably high… Good to know you've got a strong constitution, though," she murmured.

She giggled again. "Funny you should say that," she said; the club was owned by an angel. "Short answer: Yes. And what about you? Come here often?"

 

A faint smile on John’s face as she moved to touch his cheek he merely let his eyes wander over her features for a moment before what she'd asked finally seemed to register. "Here? No actually. I'm from out of town. Thought I'd grace this wonderful establishment with my presence before I leave tomorrow" He told her lightly chuckling as he moved to slowly sit back a bit of a dizzy waive threatening to wash over him. He'd really outdone himself this time most likely. The drive tomorrow wasn't going to be fun and he actually didn't doubt Jacob would have to get them as far as he could back in the direction of home.

 

"Mm, I'm glad you find it so wonderful. You know… since you're leaving tomorrow," Serena said, scooting a little closer to him, "maybe we can have some fun before you go."

 

As she scooted closer John moved his arm over her shoulders and cracked a rather sweet smile. "Oh yeah? Whatcha got in mind darlin?" He whispered softly purposely playing along despite what was obviously happening. Even going as far as moving in rather close. She smelt phenomenal and those lips. Already images were going through his head and rather freely at that.

 

Serena giggled and slid him a cocktail napkin with her name and price. "There are rooms here, or we can go somewhere more private," she whispered, biting her bottom lip as if she was shy.

 

Glancing at what she had handed him, well of course and John wasn't very shocked. He'd already pegged a couple earlier. A faint smile crossed his face as he balled the napkin up into his hand and let his eyes move back hers. "Here is fine beautiful" He replied without even much thought at all. His hand reach to gently brush some of her thick blonde hair behind her ear.

 

Serena looked around for a moment. Did he mean here, on the couch? She could get away with it, being who she was to the owner. Hell, why not? She climbed into his lap and, taking his face between her hands, kissed him aggressively.

 

Moving to grasp her hips as she hopped on John at first looked a little shocked but well also wouldn't exactly be his first time in this position. Lips meeting hers right back as she kissed him he let out a purr against her kiss lightly nipping at her bottom lip.

 

Ooh, he purred! That was absolutely delightful, Serena thought, tangling her fingers in his hair. She nipped at him right back, then tapped his nose.

"I like it in the ass, from behind," she whispered, a little smirk on her lips as she broke the kiss. "What say you?"

 

Letting out a soft moan as her teeth found John’s lip and her fingers found his hair his hands had already slid around to grasp at her ass pushing her down on top of himself more when she'd spoke. Light blue hues meeting hers he cracked a bit of a smirk. Damn, for that much money she wanted to make requests? However he decided rather quickly it wasn't worth complaining and he really didn't care. "Whatever you want baby girl" he purred back. One hand gently moving to brush a finger along her jawline as he spoke.

 

"Ooh, on second thought," Serena breathed. "This works for me if it works for you. Do you have protection?" she asked. She could somewhat guess his thoughts from his expression - it was a relatively common complaint.

 

Indecisive much? For a moment John merely blinked a bit drunkenly and then slowly nodded. "Is in my wallet" He told her before actually starting to snicker a bit drunkenly. "Scoot off for a second darlin gotta get it from under my ass" he mused hands moving to slightly move her enough to the side and towards the couch his hand could reach and fumble for his wallet from his back pocket.

 

Serena giggled and allowed herself to be moved. "Cute, you keep it in your wallet," she remarked. She took her purse off and hid it under one of the cushions, then subtly adjusted the back strap on her leather chastity so he could go in easy. Then she sat on her knees and watched him expectantly.

 

"Where else would I keep it?" John slightly slurred in response not really seeing how that was even worth noting. Moving to open the leather wallet he soon pulled it out and moved towards her again. Nuzzling at her cheek before gently nipping at her lower jaw. At this point he merely tossed the wallet behind him on the sofa and moved to a hand to the other side of her cheek and head.

 

That wasn't a question worth dignifying with a response. Wallet friction could cause a condom to become less useful… that is, if Serena cared in the first place, which she didn't. She smiled as he nuzzled her; even if this was purely transactional, she had felt starved for affection and this little bit felt good. She leaned her cheek into his hand with a soft sound of pleasure.

 

Moving to nip down to her neck John bit a little harder and his hand now moved from her check to her legs. Slowly brushing his fingers along her inner thigh he slowly moved to make his way up for her crotch. Other hand holding himself up on as he leaned in close he was borderline close to just pushing her back onto the sofa yet taking his time at this point. Simply enjoying playing with her.

 

Serena grabbed his wrist before he could touch her crotch. "H-hey," she protested, squirming slightly. "…well, there's probably something I should tell you. Most people, most regulars, already know this, but since it's your very first time… I— uh—" She blushed furiously. This wasn't something she normally disclosed, but this guy looked absolutely shitfaced at this point - what was the worst he could do?

 

Stopping as she grabbed his wrist John at first shot her an annoyed look but then as she started speaking he just looked confused. "What is it baby?" He whispered softly his hand instead moving to gently take her wrist back gently. His thumb brushing across it as he leaned in to nuzzle her trying to be comforting. It couldn't be THAT bad right? Well not as bad as her almost wanting to choose how things were done despite him paying her.

 

Serena took a breath, blushing deeply. This wasn't something she was in the habit of disclosing, but since it was Lux, she couldn't have her husband's reputation tarnished by association by not saying something, right?

"… I'm a drag queen. That's not a problem for you, is it?" she asked, her eyes averted from his.

 

John took a moment to process what she was saying. Ok so maybe there were worse things but mainly because she probably should have mentioned that. At some point…. Before now. After a moment however he began to chuckle and slowly shook his head. "Not at all actually. But maybe next time figure out a way to spice it in while flirting. Fairly sure a straight man would be pretty pissed" He whispered a bit teasingly at her as moved to lean in a bit close again gently nipping at her neck again to try and help relax her.

 

Serena gave a self-conscious little chuckle. "Yeah, I normally don't tell people," she admitted, "and, yes, I've had a couple straighties get mad at me. The ones who found out, anyway. I'm still trying to work out how flirting works." Her hand went up to his hair as he bit her, and she did indeed relax instantly, relieved. This could have gone worse, for sure.