Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 15

"I always wanted to join the mile-high club," Superstar says. "but I always thought I had to be in a plane for that."

Superstar's cape flutters in the wind from arching her back as she humps on Orpheus's cock. Wanting to avoid looking at the sky, Orpheus's only option is to lower his head to see what's in front of him. Like the huge high-rise building the skyward sex partners are flying to.

"STOP!!!" Orpheus yells to Superstar. "Superstar, stop! We're heading to that big ass building!"

Superstar is oblivious to Orpheus's warning, continuing riding his cock with her eyes shut. Orpheus grabs her wrists to pull himself from Superstar's hold, fortunately for him, even though the cape-wearing stripper possesses the power of flight and enhanced smell, she doesn't have the superhuman strength to keep her goggle-wearing sex partner in her grip, freeing him to fall to the rooftop of a lower building.

Orpheus does an acrobatic somersault so his feet are the first on the roof to perform a landing roll and spring to his feet. He pulls down his goggles to witness Superstar make a loud crash into the high-rise, leaving behind a dusty gaping hole.

To his luck, he finds a fire escape ladder and climbs down to the street below. On the sidewalk, Orpheus is surprised again as the strange man in the black coat stands in front of him.

"So how's your progress, Orpheus?" He asks. "In finding Angel I mean."

"I'm getting close." Orpheus answers. "Superstar tracked her here, so she must be near."

"Before she flew into that building you mean?" The stranger questions. "Do you think you'll get to her before it's too late?"

"Too late?" Orpheus asks. "What do you mean? What's going to happen?"

The stranger says nothing, just smiles.

The sudden sound of laughter causes Orpheus to look to the street, where Moth stands in the middle of the nearest lane with his hands behind his back and a smug grin on his face.

"Hey, Orph." Moth tauntingly greets. "Thought you lost me, didn't you?"

"I don't have the time or the need to deal with your bullshit, Moth." Orpheus boldly says, walking to Moth. "So you better just back off before you get your ass kicked again."

"You better be nice to me, asshole." Moth still grins. "Because I found Angel."

Orpheus stops after stepping off the sidewalk, immediately dreading Moth's next action. Moth moves his hands from behind, holding in each hand a severed wing, like the wings Angel had. Orpheus is utterly shocked, seeing drops of blood fall from the severed ends of the wings.

"I've been a bad boy." Moth says with evil pride, grinning wider.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!" Orpheus yells with absolute and unconstrained rage, rushing to Moth.

Orpheus leaps onto Moth, forcing him down to the pavement. His fist punches Moth's face continuously. Then both fists are used, fueled by furious anger. Blood starts to spatter. Then teeth starts to fly. More blood spatters.

Finally Orpheus stops pummeling on his hated enemy, standing up with his fists stained with blood, leaving Moth's head as a bloody pulp with standing hair.

"Is he dead?" The stranger asks, standing next to Orpheus's left.

"If he's not, he'll be wishing he is." Orpheus answers, trying to calm himself down.

"And if he is, you can't find Angel now." The stranger states.

"Or me for that matter." Magga says, standing on Orpheus's right.

Orpheus sees Magga in her tight-fitting, tiger-print, strapless mini-dress, the same dress she wore when he first met his uncle's wife. What a Thanksgiving dinner that was. He also notices the displeased look on her face.

"I was trying to save you too, Magga." Orpheus explains.

"Yes, after you caused all this." Magga points behind her.

Looking pass Magga, Orpheus sees the Primal Instinct tattoo parlor heavily engulfed in flames. Guilt and despair slowly sets in for Orpheus, stepping to the fires. He spots someone walking through where the front door was. It's Rembrandt, covered in flames.

"How could you let this happen to us?" Rembrandt yells. "You were like a son to me! I let you fuck my wife!"

"I'm sorry, Uncle Rembrandt." Orpheus loudly apologizes. "I didn't think they'd come after you."

The flames grows more with every step Rembrandt takes until he's a few feet from his nephew and all that remains is a standing mass of smoking ash. Orpheus looks away from the burning building out of shame, only to see Gemini standing in front of him. Her clothes on her entire right side burnt with the right side of her face covered in the same smoking ash and the blond half of her hair singed down to nothing.

"The Unholy Riders are gone." Gemini exclaims with grief. "They're all dead, rotting in Little Tokyo." Gemini struggles to lift her right arm up to point at Orpheus. "And it's all your fault, Orpheus Jones. I lost my friends, I lost my lover, because you couldn't get to Sensei Xhan in time."

"I did all I could." Orpheus defends himself. "Xhan was already dead when I got there."

"I didn't come here to hear your excuses, Orpheus." Gemini lowers her right arm, lifting the gun in her left hand. "I'm here to kill you. All this started with you coming back to Plutopolis and it's gonna end with you dead."

The blade of a katana sword swiftly slices perfectly down the middle from Gemini's head to her crouch. The left half of Gemini falls on its side while the right side crumbles into ash. The Swan of Death takes a step to stand between the halves of the last of the Unholy Riders.

"Little Tokyo burns to the ground as an indirect result of your recklessness, and as the biker bitch said, your death will avenge the deaths you caused." The sole Swan approaches Orpheus as she mitotically splits into two Swans. "But the honor of killing you rightfully belongs to us." Both Swans creepily says simultaneously.

In the slim-but-not-likely chance to escape, Orpheus turns to run from the double ninja assassins but only gets a few steps before he stops in front of a massive crowd of people taking up the entire street, heading towards him. The crowd consists of the now-homeless refugees of Little Tokyo, walking alongside with the dead, but somehow still walking, Unholy Riders. All of them glaring at Orpheus with hate.

Instead of running from the vengeful mob, Orpheus sprints directly at them and leaps unbelievably above the first row of the mob. His foot lands on the top of the head of an LT refugee where he springs himself for his other foot to land the shoulder of an undead UR biker. After stepping on the sixth head, Orpheus is amazed that he's successfully running on the heads and shoulders of the angry mob, or crowd-running, a step up to crowd-surfing. He runs through what feels like half a mile of heads when he sees the end of the mob and an el-train on the surprisingly low elevated rail. The crowd-running free-runner lands both feet of the separate shoulders of two separate men to perform another spectacular leap through the open door of the el-train, perfectly landing on his feet as the platform screen door slides shut and the train moves.

Orpheus rests on a pole, looking around the el-train car for any other passengers, hoping one with a long coat he can borrow. The only people he sees is Lin-Ling, lying on her back across a bench seat with a red sheer sheet covering her nude body from the shoulders down, sleeping peacefully and Soo leaning back on the bench seat across from Lin-Ling, wearing only her red satin thong and black pumps, watching over the blond Asian.

"Did you find Magga?" Soo asks, keeping her eyes on Lin-Ling.

"Yeah, but I lost her." Orpheus answers, walking to Soo.

Soo pulls her thong down her legs and places it next to her before standing up and walking from Orpheus to the hot tub at the end of the train car. Magga kneels against the edge of the tub looking at Orpheus. With her in the tub are two naked Japanese girls standing behind her, massaging her shoulders. Soo kicks off her pump and steps in the hot tub.

Orpheus approaches the hot tub to join the four Asian beauties, but each one of them simultaneously holds out an open palm to him, gesturing him to stop, which he complies.

"You let me down, Orpheus." Magga says. "You let Rembrandt down, you let the Unholy Riders down, you let the Iron Dragons down. All because of a girl."

"Jesus Christ, how many times do I have to apologize for something that not my fault?" Orpheus questions. "It was Moth who killed your husband and started the war."

"But it was you Moth was looking for." Magga contradicts.

"Well, Moth's dead now, so you don't have to worry about him anymore." Orpheus assures.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Magga asks. "My husband is still dead, my home is still destroyed. I have no one and nowhere to go to."

The train briefly screeches as it slows down to stop, the platform door near Orpheus slides open.

"There's nothing you can do for us, Orpheus." Soo states. "So go look for your girlfriend and leave us alone."

"I'll make this up to you, I promise." Orpheus looks to Magga as he walks to the door.

He keeps watch on Magga as she move to Soo and starts kissing her neck, just as the train's door slides shut and moves on. Orpheus looks ahead of him to find an el-train map to determine what platform in the city he's on but discovers he's not on any el-train platform...but in the lounge of the Blue Shadow.

The el-train directly took me to a strip club? Orpheus asks himself. Why didn't I know of this?

Most of the patrons of the strip club were seated or leaning against the walls, not noticing Orpheus or his nakedness, but focused on the two strippers on the stage. Orpheus instantly recognizes one of them is Cupcake elegantly dancing around a brass pole at Annie Lennox's 'Why', wearing a white leather corset dress with white stiletto heels, costume angel wings and a tinsel halo headband. At the pole at the other end of the stage is Mitsou in a tight-fitting, red bustier romper with a devil's tail, matching leggings, red stiletto heels and a devil horns headband, wildly twerking her ass to Warrant's 'Cherry Pie'.

With the area around the stage less crowded than his last visit, Orpheus walks to the stage for a closer look. Both Cupcake and Mitsou stop dancing when they spot Orpheus near them.

"Orpheus Jones." Cupcake calls out.

The music abruptly stops, for some reason none of the customers make a sound. A bright spotlight above the stage shines on Orpheus, making him feel like the center of attention. He shields his eyes from the brilliant light but is only able to see the angelic Cupcake and the devilish Mitsou already in front of him.

"Why do you keep coming here, Orpheus?" Mitsou questions. "You know your girlfriend doesn't work here anymore."

"The...train dropped me off here." Orpheus tries to explain, but not sure if he did. "Why are you here, Cupcake?"

"Because of you, I lost my scholarship and I can't go back to Willowbrook." Cupcake surly states. "It was either this or the Doll Factory."

"I'm still going to Willowbrook." Mitsou interjects with a smile. "This is my afterschool job."

"Most girls your age would work at Mojo's or F-All Mart, but working at a sleazy strip joint like this suits you." Orpheus semi-sincerely says to Mitsou.

"Thank you." Mitsou smiles as she takes Orpheus's hand. "How about a private dance?"

"No, he should be searching for Angel." Cupcake objects, taking Orpheus's other hand.

The spotlight on Orpheus is off, giving Orpheus the chance to scan his surroundings. But instead of standing on the stage, he's already in the same private room he was in earlier with Superstar. Cupcake and Mitsou guides him to sit down and the two begin dancing. Cupcake is already out of her dress, wearing the costume wings and the halo and a white lace thong. Her pink hair falls over her exposed breasts, covering them perfectly. Mitsou is completely out of her romper, wearing the devil horns, a glittering red bra with matching thong and the tail.

Mitsou is first to mount the seating and slinks to Orpheus's left side, Cupcake follows and does the same on Orpheus's right side. Mitsou slides her hands up Orpheus's inner thigh, to his chest and down below his stomach while Cupcake circles her fingers on his chest, kissing his shoulder up to his neck.

"Shouldn't you be out there, looking for the woman you love?" Cupcake inquires in Orpheus's ear.

"You've been running all night." Mitsou interjects in Orpheus's other ear. "Take a break. Stop and smell the roses."

"Remember the time you both spend together." Cupcake reminds. "It was the most memorable summer of your life."

"Remember that she left you without so much as a 'Dear Orpheus' letter." Mitsou disputes.

"Yes, but instead of giving up, you went after her to know why she left." Cupcake reasons.

"Maybe you should give up." Mitsou suggests. "She was a good piece of tail but you have to admit the sex was beginning to get dull. Just forget her and move on to the next skank you meet."

"Relationships are not just about sex." Cupcake affirms. "It's about commitment, about caring..."

"Bitch, please." Mitsou interrupts. "He cares as much about her as the johns at St. Vincent's care about us."

"Hey, that's not true." Orpheus includes himself in the discussion. "I love Angel. I wouldn't go through all this if I didn't."

"'All this'." Mitsou repeats. "For a girl you don't really know."

"Hey, that's right." Cupcake agrees. "What do you really know about Angel?"

"Other than she likes to be on top and doesn't like anal?" Mitsou inquires.

"Tell me, Orpheus, have you been faithful to Angel?" Cupcake asks.

"What do you mean faithful?" Orpheus asks.

"She means have you been screwing other girls during your adventures." Mitsou brusquely clarifies.

"I know what happened with Topaz and Superstar." Cupcake states.

"Okay, I had some shower sex with Topaz, but she and I are friends." Orpheus justifies, looking to Cupcake.

"And the blow job she gave you later on?"

"Oh, come on. I was tied to a chair and forced to watch her have sex with another woman. And I never had sex with Superstar, unless you think that private dance she gave me counts."

"What about you two in the shower together?"

"We didn't have sex in the shower. She wanted to but I got out."

"What about you and Mitsou?"

"I never had sex with Mitsou. I want to check her ID first before I can even think about it."

"No, I mean about you fucking Mitsou right now."

Orpheus shifts his sight to Mitsou, kneeling over his lap, straddling on his cock like a cowgirl.

"Wait, when did this...?" Orpheus asks, surprised and confused as he notices the real-looking horns on the top of Mitsou's forehead and the fiery red glow of her eyes.

"Come on, Orpheus, honey." Mitsou hollers as her bubbly voice becomes eerily deep and unnervingly harsh. "Give this devil her due."

Orpheus screams, pushing the emerging demon stripper off his lap, letting her fall on the floor. He jumps off his seat and makes a mad dash to the curtain-covered exit.

"You're wasting your time!" The demon Mitsou yells. "She'll never come back to you!"

Orpheus pushes the curtain aside, expecting to enter the lounge area of the Blue Shadow but is surprised again to be in a familiar office on Market Street. Stuart Nerlinger's office.

Aasha Mirza sits on the side of the desk casually speaking on the phone in a white sheer babydoll with a ruffle trim top and matching g-string. At the corner of the office near Aasha, Yolanda Alvarez does a practice putt with a golf club in a black spaghetti string fishnet teddy. Orpheus scans the rest of the office, stopping at the brown leather couch across from the desk, when he is appalled to witness Angel in a hole-net body stocking, sprawling her back on the repulsive Stuart Nerlinger as she rhythmically grinds her ass against his crotch, while he paws Angel's breast with the sausage fingers of his hand, twirling around her g-string over him with the other hand.

"Angel!" Orpheus yells. "What the fuck are you doing with that asshole?"

Angel looks to Orpheus shocked and with shame, but continues with the lap dance.

"Fuck off, yokel." Nerlinger smugly says. "She's doing whatever I pay her to do, so you just back off and wait your turn. And don't touch my girls, I pay them to serve me, not you."

Orpheus faces Aasha and Yolanda, who don't seem offended nor opposed to Nerlinger's claim.

"What? That's how it works at Baker & Burns." Aasha lowers the phone to speak. "If dressing up in lingerie and giving the boss head will help my promotional aspects, I'll do it."

"Besides, it's better than being a hooker." Yolanda adds. "And if you don't get promoted, you can still keep the lingerie. We do keep them, right?"

Orpheus stomps over to the couch and roughly pulls Angel off Nerlinger.

"It's okay, now. I got you now." Orpheus says, pulling Angel close to kiss her.

"You fucking yokel!" Nerlinger pugnaciously barges him between Orpheus and Angel. "I have the money here, so she's mine. You have the blond cunt when I get bored of her."

Orpheus focuses his rage through his fists, punching Nerlinger's face, he then grabs the letch's collar and belt and, with strength even he didn't know he had, lifts Nerlinger over his head.

"I should have thrown you off the roof." Orpheus says, turning to face the window.

Orpheus throws Nerlinger at the window, crashing through it and leaving a trail of glass fragment, as well as the remaining window frame, followed by the surrounding wall as it breaks apart and falls outward and horizontally.

As the wall continues to crumble, Orpheus turns to get Angel out of the disintegrating office but only finds only Aasha and Yolanda with him, looking at him with hate.

"She left already." Aasha states with a scowl, pointing to the open door. "Because of you, we'll probably get a new boss that won't want to have sex with us in exchange for advancement."

"Do you know what you've done to our careers?" Yolanda asks with anger. "We'll have a better chance working at the Bronco Burger."

Orpheus hurries pass the Aasha and Yolanda to the open door leading to a dimly-lit hallway not of the Eaglehart building. He walks down the hall, recognizing the numberless doors of the hall are of the Hotel Carmen. Orpheus hears the grunting and moaning of a couple having sex, coming from a half-open door he nears.

Wait, I've done this before. Orpheus thinks, entering the room.

The room is less lit as the hall but Orpheus can manage to make his way through, following sexual moaning to the bed. In the dark, he sees the naked backside of woman straddling who could be her lover lying flat on the bed.

It's not her. It's not Angel. Orpheus is certain. It's that Polish maid fucking her fiancée.

The couple doesn't notice Orpheus as he walks over the bedside table and turns on the lamp to confirm his prediction, but is wrong once again to witness the girl on top to be Angel, savoring the pleasures of intercourse to notice him.

"Angel!" Orpheus yells.

Angel opens her eyes and looks at Orpheus without a smile or any kind of joy and without stopping her hips.

"What are you doing here?" Angel indifferently asks.

"I was looking for you." Orpheus assertively answers.

"Can't you see I'm busy?" Angel assertively questions.

Orpheus tries to hold back the frustration mounting inside by Angel's rejection but it become more difficult when he looks down to the man she's fucking and discover that it's...Moth.

"Hey, Orpheus." Moth smugly grins. "I thought I'd have a taste of the goods before sending her to her owners."

Orpheus feels his frustration rapidly growing into rage, watching Moth paw Angel's breasts with both hands, causing Orpheus to look down to the bedside table, where he spots Moth's gun next to the lamp. Moth pulls his hand from Angel to reach to snatch the gun before Orpheus, but even Orpheus is surprised how fast he takes the gun and points it directly at Moth. Angel does an astonishing backward leap off Moth and floatingly lands on her feet at the foot of the bed on the other side.