Sex and the Youkai

@@@ Friday night arrived before I knew it. As usual, Samantha managed to pull some strings, and we were on our way to the most exclusive nightclub in New York: The Lair. Sam was only allowed to bring one person (for now, anyway). I wore my favorite black mini-dress, a pair of strappy Manolo Blahnik’s, with my hair loose and curly. Fashion-wise, I was ready to go. However, the journey proved to be a bit more difficult than I had anticipated… @@@





“Are you sure this is the right place,” Carrie asked looking around nervously. “I mean, we’re in the slums!”


“Don’t worry about it, hun. Sessh said to wait here, and he is a man of his word.” Samantha positively oozed sexuality, wearing a low-cut red halter top, and a hot black skirt.


Seemingly out of nowhere, Carrie noticed a child next to her wearing khakis an oversized hoodie.


“Oh! Geez! You scared me. Are your parents around, little fella?” When the “child” took off his hood, to reveal a green, toad-demon’s face, Carrie screamed for real.




“Hello, Jaken!” cooed Samantha “Nice threads!”


“Hmph! Come with me. And put these on,” he said holding out two black, silk blindfolds.


“Ooh! You’re a kinky little toad, aren’t you?” Sam said putting the blindfold on without hesitation.


“Why do we have to wear these? What’s the big idea?” Carrie asked, her journalist’s instincts kicking in.



“It is imperative that you do not know the location of where you are about to go. The Lair is top-secret. I can’t believe Lord Sesshoumaru agreed to let two humans into the club at all. Anyway, come along.”




“Are you putting the cuffs on us now, Lord Jaken? We can be really bad girls!” Sam held out her wrists. Jaken grunted and grabbed a hand from each woman and led them to what felt like a car-a really luxurious car. Carrie touched the seats. Definitely leather. And did she smell incense? After a few minutes, Jaken led them out of the car, down two flights of stairs, onto some type of trolley, and down another three flights of stairs.


“Ugh, my heels are killing me!” Carrie groaned.


“Maybe if you foolish humans didn’t wear such uncomfortable shoes it wouldn’t be a problem,” muttered Jaken.


“But, they’re cute!” explained Carrie. Jaken rolled his eyes and stopped walking.


“You may take those off now.”


“Anything else you want us to take off, little man?”


“Miss Jones, if you could please give me a lift?” She obliged and Jaken lifted the large brass door-knocker, knocking three times. The door opened and behind it was the most stunning creature that Carrie had ever seen. Silvery-white hair, striking gold eyes, accented by the magenta streaks that lay across his cheekbones, while a violet crescent adorned his forehead.




@@@ So this was the infamous Sesshoumaru. While his fashion choices were questionable (white and red robes, tied with a yellow sash, one shoulder adorned armor-like spikes, while the other was draped in some kind of monstrous, fluffy boa), there was no denying his presence. It looks like Samantha was right on the money with Mr. Tall Pale and Handsome. This was no ordinary man. @@@



“Hello Samantha,” the demon said coolly. “This is your friend?”


“Hi! Carrie Bradshaw! Thanks so much for letting us in. It’s really an honor to meet you!” Carrie extended her hand, which Sesshomaru merely looked at. “Or, not….” Carrie said in barely audible voice, meekly bringing her hand back down to her side.
Samantha on the other hand, unruffled by Sesshomaru’s coolness, wrapped her arms around his neck.


“Sesshy, how long has it been?” she asked seductively. Still, no reaction.


“Let me know if you need anything. I’ll be around,” he said before taking off.


“Oh, don’t you worry! We will!” Sam called out. She turned to her friend. “Well, what do you think?”




@@@ I looked around me. It was definitely not like any place I’ve ever been to before, and I’ve done my share of clubbing. The walls were covered in black velvet, while the floors were a smooth marble. Any light that shone was the work of hundreds of candles. Elegant tables were set, as well as lush sofas. To the left of us was something of a balcony, overlooking the large dance floor. The music was a mixture of modern techno and ancient music of the past, hypnotic and sexy. The same strong, sweet scent first experienced in the car now hovered over the club. But as amazing as the club itself was, it was its occupants that truly caught my eye. Not only had I never seen such a large gathering of demons in one place, I had never seen so many attractive men gathered in one place! @@@




Carrie looked at Samantha, her mouth agape.


“So, you like?”


“Wow! Just, wow.”

She was surveying the crowd, trying to think of what the best way to approach a demon would be, when something seemed to fly across the room. It landed right in front of her face.

'It' was actually a he. A young, sexy he, at that. Long black hair tied in a ponytail. Piercing blue eyes. And he was wearing…, aw who the fuck cares what he was wearing?!! He looked hot! It is worth mentioning the short brown, animal-skin skirt he had on that revealed a very tanned, muscular pair of legs, as well as a bushy wolf tail.


The stranger gave Carrie a wicked grin.


“Hello, Blondie.”