CHAPTER 405: NO POINT IN FIGHTING (NSFW)

Mason pushed his way through a literal crowd of grabbing, jealous looking women as he tried to get to the private rooms with his girls. But he honestly couldn't really get through. At least not without trampling someone.

By the time he turned back to try and explain to Haley, he felt hands pulling at his fly and had to slap them away.

These women were like drug-addled sex zombies. He looked into the eyes of some middle-age brunette licking her lips as she went for his belt, and she seemed hardly in control of herself. Another, much younger black girl had stripped down to her bra and was now pushing her big chest into his.

He wasn't exactly complaining. But he also had four beautiful women literally following him to get laid in whatever back room he could find.

'Excuse me' didn't really seem adequate when a woman was rubbing you with her tits. Mason lifted the woman with his free arm around her waist, carrying her like a feminine shield. She squealed in delight, then wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked. She was kissing his face, his ear, his neck.

"You can fuck me, green-eyes," she said. "Right here. I don't care."

Mason realized there were more 'misted' drugs raining on the dance floor. This shit was getting out of control.

For a single, psychotic moment Mason wondered what would happen if he turned on Blessing of Gaia. But he quickly squashed the thought and felt like shaking his head at Cerebus, who was probably over his shoulder nodding like that Jack Nicholson GIF Blake always sent him.

After another minute of pushing and snaking through every gap, Mason managed to get out of the crowd of women, at least enough to see the line of curtain-enclosed rooms lining the wall.

Curtains definitely didn't seem like they were going to do the job. As Mason pulled one back, he saw the rooms were kind of tiny. Like a single, cushioned chair kind of tiny, as if they were made for a lap dance in a strip joint.

But maybe there were other options. Mason pulled all four girls to the wall, getting his body in front of them, his arms stretched out so they were all safe and accounted for. Except he still had some stranger wrapped around his waist licking his ear.

"Who the hell is that?" Becky said, blinking as she tried to focus her eyes. Mason shrugged and was about to make fun of the cowgirl for being affected until he realized even he was feeling a bit...strange.

Like hardly even caring about a strange girl hanging off him strange.

"Fuck it. I stopped fighting it," Rosa said, taking a deep breath. "It really smells amazing."

Even Haley looked like she was riled up now. She started running her hands over the mini-skirt covered, ample ass of their mystery guest, grinning at Mason like a naughty school girl.

'Can I have her, please?' she mouthed.

Mason ran a hand through his short hair. He blinked, trying to clear his head, wondering where the fuck Apex Predator was. What the hell was his plan here? He didn't actually know anymore.

Bigger room, right? Right. Best not overthink. Best just to do.

He pulled his girls along the wall without a word, tossing back curtains until he found something at least more like a couch.

Even so, the space was way too small, but sometimes in battle you just needed the initiative. Mason pushed through the curtain and got as far in as he could. It was dark, almost pitch black, his enhanced eyes the only reason he could see.

He tossed his mystery girl onto the couch, then pulled in everyone else as he closed the curtain. A dull kind of luminescence glowed as he did, filling the space in reddish light, all of Mason's girls standing in the narrow space looking up at him with expectant eyes.

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