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Luffy was right in the middle of applying mascara when suddenly the door swung wide open, and storming in came a certain red-head.
"Okay, boys and girls, listen closely!" Nami bellowed, her appearance a little more disheveled than usual. Clearly she was worked up about something.
"Someone definitely got up on the wrong side of the bed today," said Robin to his left, sounding more amused than concerned for her friend. "What happened? Did the president himself show up to watch our show?"
"Worse," sighed Nami. "Mister Trafalgar is here!"
A murmur went through the dressing room upon hearing this news, and even Robin had to lift her eyebrows in mild surprise.
As a novice who's only worked in the club for five months, Luffy didn't quite get all the fuss. Of course he recognized the name as the owner of Amazon Lily , and he's heard more than enough tales about the Trafalgar Law to at least get an idea of who he was. It was impossible to live in Goa and not know about him; was he the most powerful man in the whole city after all. Or so they said.
However, there had to be some truth to it; Luffy's witnessed on far more than one occasion how a client's face morphed into sheer horror at the mere mention of the name. Knowing Nami, he knew fear had little to do with her current state. In fact, the first thing she told him about their boss was that his wallet tended to get pretty loose if he was satisfied with what he saw. So if anything, Nami probably only smelled the hefty raise to her paycheck that could be in for her.
"I want to see your best performances tonight, understood? And Luffy," she addressed him directly, "who in God's name taught you how to do your makeup?"
"Eh?! That was you!"
She threw her hands up in frustration, "Ugh well, do it again anyway!"
And with that, she stormed out, leaving them behind with puzzled faces.
"She's got those crazy eyes," Viola muttered into his ear.
Luffy couldn't disagree with that.
~
In all honesty, Luffy would have never thought he'd end up working as a stripper. He didn't mind, though. He actually quite liked it. Sure, some of their clients were gross, but Luffy had no problem smacking them in the face when they got a little bit too handsy. Overall, he liked the attention, liked how the beat of the music controlled his heartbeat when he was on stage. Luffy loved to dance, to perform, to drive the audience crazy. It gave him a rush of power, knowing that everyone in the room desired but could never have him. He wasn't mad about the pay either, especially considering the tips, which were more than generous with such a wealthy and horny clientele.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Miss All Sunday!" blared Vivi's voice through the speakers.
Luffy perked up. It was his turn after Robin, and somehow, tonight, he couldn't help but feel a tad more nervous than usual.
It was expected, he told himself, with his boss being there to watch him and all that. He wasn't afraid , no, certainly not. Frankly, Luffy couldn't care less about having a mob boss in the audience. From what he'd heard, Law was always polite to his associates and posed no threat. And even if he was, Luffy had a pretty good right hook.
On second thought, giddy would probably be more fitting to describe what was happening inside him as he watched Robin's performance coming to an end. He was curious to see the man and mystery Trafalgar Law with his very own eyes for the first time, the thought of having the eyes of such a dangerous man on him more exciting than it should be.
Loud whistling and hollering came from the stage—indicating that Robin had finished her show—and sure enough, not even two minutes later, Robin came strutting towards him with a pleased smile on her face.
"So, did you make Nami proud?" teased Luffy. "Did the big boss look pleased?"
Robin gave a light-hearted chuckle before answering, "Oh, I don't know. He's seen me a few times already—I believe I'm not exactly his type." She winked at Luffy before she walked past him towards the changing rooms, casting a quick glance over her shoulder so Luffy could see the mirth in her bright blue eyes, "Perhaps you'll have better luck."
Luffy tilted his head to the side, but there was no time to dwell on her words as Vivi already spoke into the microphone:
"Our next performer is the youngest dancer here at Amazon Lily, but don't let this fool you. He's so flexible, he might as well be made of rubber—Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Nika! "
Luffy inhaled deeply.
"Here goes nothing!"
~
All eyes were on him when he entered the stage, sending thrills through his body. He swayed his hips as he walked towards the pole and could already feel how he had the whole audience wrapped around his fingers with this subtle action alone.
His gaze roamed over the crowd. And then his heart stopped.
Luffy had never seen Trafalgar Law before, nor did he ever hear a description of what the notorious Mafia Boss looked like. But he didn't have to in the first place, to know that he had found him in the crowd.
A pair of eyes the color of molten gold bore into him so intensely that Luffy felt a cold shiver running down his spine. His hair was as black as night, as was his suit. It was hard to tell from a distance, but Luffy could make out sharp features and neatly trimmed facial hair. A handsome man for sure, but that wasn't what made Luffy freeze in place.
He owned the room—not just literally. His presence alone exuded authority. It was neither the way he leisurely leaned back in his seat, cigarette in his right hand and a pretty green-haired woman on his left arm, nor the two goons flanking his back.
It was his aura.
Nothing he had ever experienced could compare to the excitement he felt from having those golden eyes peering at him with…curiosity?
Luffy couldn't tell. It was impossible to read him—the perfect poker face.
He held his gaze for another heartbeat, accepting it as a challenge, and then the beat dropped.
~
A contented sigh escaped his lips as his 7-inch heels dropped to the floor. Luffy knew he rocked them, but he could never really get used to them. He would be damned if he made the same mistake of asking Nami if he could perform in his beloved sandals twice, though. He liked to live, thank you very much!
He looked himself over in the mirror. Black hair fell into his face messily, and his eye-makeup had been smeared in some places, but other than that, he still looked ready to go.
The show was great, and as always, he made some great tips. Usually, he would be happy with that, but not tonight.
Law had shown no reaction, not even a hint as to whether he liked Luffy's dance—and Luffy would know because his eyes were trained on the gangster throughout most of his performance. It was annoying! Especially since he pulled every trick up his sleeve, making sure to show off how bendy he really was.
Nothing.
He had watched Luffy like a hawk, yes, but other than that, he had kept up his poker face the entire time.
Luffy gritted his teeth, irritated that the raven even occupied his thoughts so much. Unfortunately, a knock on the door interrupted the string of curses he threw at the older man in his head, and shortly after, Nami's red mane poked into the room.
The dancers at the club were like a family and therefore liked to get ready together. They helped each other apply their makeup or simply enjoyed each other's presence and the chit-chat before the show began. Afterward, however, they liked to retire to their individual rooms to freshen up.
Nami usually granted them their privacy there, which made it all the more strange for her to show up uninvited like this, especially since Luffy would be out and about to flirt with the guests soon enough, as the dancers always did inbetween their big performances in the spotlight of the main stage.
"Heya," she called out to him, hesitance heavy in her voice.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Congrats on your show; you were fantastic!"
Luffy squinted at his friend, "you're not just here to congratulate me, are you?"
"No, you're right"—she laughed nervously—"actually, um, Mister Trafalgar asked for a private show…from you, specifically."
"Oh."
"Yeah…"
Luffy gave a short nod, "Okay."
"Listen, Lu," she spoke in a hushed tone, visibly uneasy, "he's the boss, but that doesn't mean the rules don't apply to him as well, okay?"
Of course. 'No touching' was the golden rule for private lap dances, and they took that rule seriously. It wouldn't be the first time Luffy broke some old creeper's nose for getting all touchy-feely, and he certainly wouldn't make an exception for Law just because he was the one paying his rent.
"I know, Nami. Don't worry." he tried to console his obviously worried friend.
"Okay. He's waiting in the VIP room—oh, and Luffy, please at least try not to piss him off."
"Nishishishi! No promises~."
~
Just as she had promised, Law was already waiting for him.
He looked Luffy up and down with his piercing eyes as if he was a piece of meat he considered buying.
"Hello, Nika. "
Fuck. His voice was deep and smooth like honey, evoking a tingling sensation in Luffy's abdomen.
Up close, Luffy could finally get a better look at him.
He was tall, six feet at least and towering over Luffy even in high heels; lean but muscular. His suit looked like it cost more than his organs were worth, and—Luffy gulped—peeking out from underneath his dress shirt were swirls of black ink. Not just on his chest, though, his hands and fingers were also covered in tattoos, and Luffy was left wondering if there were any more to discover under his tailored clothes.
He was fucking hot; that's what he was!
"Are you new? I don't remember seeing you before, and I'm sure I would remember a pretty face like yours."
"I've never seen you here before either."
"Feisty," Law hummed. "I like it!"
Somehow, Luffy found Law's smug smirk extremely punchable, but he couldn't deny the effect it had on his nether regions…
"What's your real name, Nika? "
He knew he didn't have to answer that; he knew it. But his name slipped from his tongue before he could stop it.
Law's smirk grew wider. "And you know who I am, right, Luffy?"
"Yeah. You're Mister Tr— To…Mister Torao!"
"Torao?" Law raised an eyebrow, seemingly more amused than offended. "Sure, if that's what you want to call me, Sweetheart."
A deep flush spread across Luffy's cheeks at hearing the endearment. He was used to being called all sorts of pet names; coming from Law's mouth, it somehow felt different.
"Well?" Law made himself comfortable on the red leather couch, gesturing at his lap. "Get to it, Darling."
He lit himself a cigarette and blew the smoke out slowly while holding Luffy's gaze, his golden eyes gleaming in the dim red light.
One thing was clear; Trafalgar Law knew he was hot shit, and it pissed Luffy off to no end.
Two could play that game, however.
While his face might not have given anything away, the fact that he sought out Luffy for a private dance was confirmation enough that he desired Luffy just as much as everyone else visiting Amazon Lily. And Luffy was going to use that to his advantage.
He looked hot, clad in leather from head to toe, the tight, black booty shorts more than flattering to his physique. The harness made him a true seductress, yet it wasn't taking anything away from his playful nature with the little devil wings strapped to its back.
Lifting his right leg, Luffy placed it between Law's spread legs, right where his crotch was. A subtle reminder that he could crush Law's balls with the heel of his knee-high boots anytime if he had to.
Law chuckled darkly.
"I believe I paid for a lap dance, yet my lap's still empty, and you're not doing much dancing either. Do you always leave your customers waiting like this?"
"Only the really desperate ones."
He knew he was playing a dangerous game—one where his life might even be on the line—but he couldn't stop himself, and Law seemed to enjoy the little back and forth.
Luffy turned around with a huff, ensuring Law got a nice view of his backside. He even pushed out his butt way more than necessary as he turned on the music. Just to rile him up a little.
Law was still too composed for his liking, but that would change soon enough.
🎶 Show me how
Show me how you like it done
You're all mine
I'll make you feel like you're the one 🎶
The slow beat gave him the confidence to challenge Law with a sultry look as he approached the older man on slow steps.
He gave Law a few seconds to take him in before he crouched down in front of him and placed his hands on Law's knees with a delicate touch. When he looked up at the gangster boss through his lashes, Luffy was met with an intense stare that made him feel like he was burning up.
Sliding his hands along Law's thighs and higher up over a rock-hard chest until he had a firm grip on his shoulders, Luffy then straddled him but without giving him the satisfaction of sitting down on his lap just yet.
🎶 Take off your clothes
Give me your trust
Look me in the eyes and confess your lust 🎶
He grabbed Law by his tie and pulled him closer, gyrating his hips sensually.
Luffy's smile held a promise, and by the way Law sucked in his breath, he recognized it, too. He then took Law's cigarettes between two fingers and slowly pulled it from his lips. A hiss went through the room when Luffy put it out in the ashtray on the small table beside the sofa and Law raised an eyebrow. Leaning in, he sucked the smoke Law was blowing out into his mouth, their lips so close, Luffy could feel the spark where they almost touched. And just like that, the poker face started to slowly crumble.
🎶 Get on your knees
Beg me to stop
I promise I'll love you if you do it
So do it for me 🎶
The deep growl releasing from Law's throat rippled through his whole body like electricity, causing the fine hair on his body to stand on end. His legs felt like jelly under Law's hungry eyes. Quickly, Luffy pushed him back onto the sofa and turned his back to him again.
Clearly, Law was not pleased with this. He grabbed Luffy by the waist and pulled him on top of his leg.
"Hey!"—Luffy swirled around—"No touching!"
"Of course," Law drawled, a sly smile playing around his lips. "My bad."
Turning to face him again, Luffy was now fully straddling his lap. He put his arms around Law's neck—still keeping his distance—and slowly began rolling his hips. Law's arousal pressed against his butt, yet there was no time for Luffy to bask in his victory; too busy trying to fight down the blush creeping up on his cheeks at how hot and heavy Law felt inside his slacks.
🎶 Give me your hand I
'll show you things you've never done
Hold my head
I'll make you feel like never before 🎶
He kept up the slow pace, grinding down on the older man, knowing it must drive him crazy. And he was right. He could see it in Law's eyes; the hunger, the raw desire.
With any other client, Luffy would now smirk to himself. He always could tell when he had those lechers exactly where he wanted them to be. Knowing they desired him so much, they would eat right of his hand and let their money rain over him just to get one innocent touch, a mere brush of his hands against their arms. Now was different, though.
Law got under his skin too.
🎶 Take off your clothes
Give me your trust
Look me in the eyes and confess your lust 🎶
Lost in his dance and hypnotized by the music, he almost missed how Law sneakily put his hand on Luffy's thigh. Until the wandering hand got bolder, sliding up and down the bare skin, giving the flesh a light squeeze.
"I said," Luffy growled through clenched teeth, swatting the hand away, "no touching!"
Law, however, didn't even have the decency to pretend he was sorry. He gripped Luffy's thigh even harder, his eyes growing darker.
"One more time and—"
"And what?"
"—and I'll call security!"
Luffy couldn't believe it. This son of a bitch had the gall to laugh . Not just his usual, conceited smirk; a full-blown laugh!
"That's cute," he said—almost purred—and pulled Luffy by his buttocks closer into his lap. "You're gonna tell security that they should drag their boss out of his own club? I'd like to see that."
This would be the moment where usually his customer would get acquainted with his fist. But he couldn't. Not out of fear, no. Luffy didn't give a damn about Law's status. He just…couldn't, and that made him even angrier.
"Oh, it pisses you off so much, doesn't it?" taunted Law. "It drives you so fucking mad how badly you want me to fuck you, isn't that right?"
Luffy's face was burning up. With shame? Anger? Humiliation? He wasn't sure; all he knew was that he couldn't speak. His mind was racing a mile per second, yet every word he wanted to say died right on his tongue.
"Tell me you don't want it."
When Law spoke up again, his voice was firm. Gone was the teasing, the mockery; his eyes were hard, no trace left of the amused glint. He was dead serious.
"Look me in the eyes and tell me you're not dying to feel my cock inside you, and I will leave right now."
"I—"
Luffy hated it. Hated how hoarse his voice was. Hated how he couldn't say what Law asked of him.
No matter how hard Luffy wanted to deny it, Law was right with every word he had said.
"You fucking bastard." There wasn't any bite to his tone, and Law knew he won.
The smirk was back on his face, "'Fuck me, you bastard'—is what you meant to say, I believe."
Yes—fuck! Yes, Luffy wanted him; had wanted him the moment he had laid eyes on him in the audience. The cocky attitude, his eyes and tattoos, the way he acted like he knew for sure he was always the guy with the biggest dick in the room—it pushed all the right buttons for Luffy.
Too prideful to admit it at first, but now he was thinking fuck it! And why the hell not, right? It had been a while since he last got it on with a hot guy like Law. Actually, Luffy couldn't even remember when he last felt this kind of attraction towards anybody.
Probably never before.
So what did he have to lose, really? Worst case, the sex would end up not being satisfying—which he doubted—but still earn him a fat tip.
All in all, there weren't many cons to the endless list of pros.
"Bastard," Luffy snarled and knew Law saw right through him.
Law hummed happily, cupping Luffy's ass with his large hands. "Keep up that attitude, Babe. I like a good challenge, and trust me—there's no brat I can't tame."
Before he knew it, Luffy found himself flat on his stomach on the couch, with Law completely blanketing his much more petite frame.
The song had long faded out; all that remained was the loud pounding of his own heartbeat in his ears. Law breathed hotly down his neck, his hard-on pressed firmly against his butt, making Luffy's stomach churn in anticipation.
He felt hot. Sweat had his bangs stick to his forehead, and breathing became harder the more seconds ticked by without Law making another move.
Oh, Luffy knew precisely what he was waiting for, that fucker!
"Stop playing around"—he cut himself off with a desperate mewl when Law pushed his hips forwards, just slightly but definitely enough to make Luffy feel how big he was—"fuck me already!"
"That won't do, Doll. I want to hear you beg for it. C'mon, be a good boy for me."
Shit. The way Law spoke to him was humiliating, and Luffy hated himself a little bit for how turned on it got him.
"Prove you're worth begging for first!"
When he turned his head, he was met with the most shit-eating grin he's ever seen. Law's eyes were dark and clouded with lust; he almost looked like the devil himself in the dimmed red lighting.
And maybe he really was, but Luffy's never been a saint either.
A soft gasp left his lips when, without warning, Law pulled down his leather shorts; his bare ass now presented for Law to take. The smack that followed made Luffy choke on his spit. Tears brimmed in the corner of his eyes, the assaulted skin felt hot. Two more slaps and Luffy was sure he'd carry the imprint of Law's hand on his ass cheek for the next few days. Somehow that thought aroused him even more.
"You have a nice ass," Law praised, his voice nothing short of teasing.
He massaged the supple flesh, almost as if in apology for the previous onslaught. The constant back and forth between appreciation and degradation was getting to Luffy's head, rendering him a mere sobbing mess drooling onto the red leather of the sofa.
Glaring at Law over his shoulder, Luffy hissed, "Do you always leave your hook-ups waiting like this?"
Law gave a short laugh in return. "Only the really desperate ones."
Despite him throwing Luffy's own words right back in his face, it was made clear that Law was getting just as impatient himself. Spreading Luffy's cheeks apart, he thumbed at the fluttering rim. "You want me that much?" he teased. Luffy did not have to turn around to know a wide grin was splitting the mobster's face.
Luffy yelped; his face was pushed onto the cushion, and his ass lifted up higher. "That's it, Baby," Law crooned when he was happy with the position he manhandled the younger one into. "Now spread your ass for me."
Reluctantly, Luffy reached back and did what he was told. He wasn't one that liked following orders, but the reward of feeling Law's hot tongue on his sensitive hole was damn well worth it nonetheless.
Law licked at the puckered skin with an expertise Luffy was expecting of him, encouraged by little moans and whimpers when Law finally breached the ring of muscles.
Red-Hot pleasure coursed through his veins, his head wiped empty. He whimpered helplessly at every lick, shuddering from the overwhelming need for more.
More of Law, more of the pleasure that his tongue evoked. His erection throbbed painfully, rubbing against the rough leather, sending sparks of lust through his body. The friction wasn't enough—fuck—he so desperately wanted to touch himself, but he didn't even have to try to know that Law wouldn't let him.
He was a sadist like that, reveling in the power of controlling, of dominating his partners while slowly driving them to the brink of insanity.
And Luffy was almost there.
Fucking pathetic!
Was he really that pent up? Or was Law really that fucking good?
"You like having your pretty pussy eaten, Darling? Such a sweet, little thing you are…."
"H…haah, s-shut up!"
"Still so mouthy, eh? Don't worry; the real fun is just about to begin."
Luffy turned his upper body just in time to gawk at Law discarding his jacket and unbuttoning his dress shirt. More and more bronze skin was revealed with every button until Luffy got a full view of his chiseled abs and chest. All breath got knocked out of his lungs at the sight—Law was truly gorgeous!
He had been mesmerized by the tattoos on his hands and now even more so by the one on his chest.
"Like what you see?" Law asked. Just to tease. "You're gonna love what's coming next even more."
Luffy's eyes drifted down to the apparent bulge in Law's pants. He gulped.
He took his time unzipping his slacks, so deliberately slow, Luffy wanted to scream. All that managed to slip past his lips, however, was a moan, a needy little sound, when Law finally pulled out his dick.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
"Told you, you're gonna love it," said Law nonchalantly, even having the audacity to wink at him.
Okay, yeah. His arrogant demeanor made a whole lot more sense now, and Luffy couldn't even be mad about it.
He buried his face in his arms, a weak attempt to hide the furious blush grazing his cheeks.
"Cute," Law commented and crudely shoved two fingers inside Luffy, making him yelp in surprise. The burn was bearable, a mere taste of what was yet to come, and Luffy was brimming with anticipation.
His scalp burned when Law grabbed him by the roots, pushing his head further into the couch. Finally, after what felt like hours, the tip of his cock was pressing against his hole.
He sank into Luffy agonizingly slow, every inch stretching him open wider and wider until he bottomed out.
All he could do was wail pitifully, pain and pleasure alike taking over his senses. He felt so unbelievably full, almost too much, too overwhelming, and yet so so good!
"Damn, you're tight," Law gritted out, voice strained and heavily laced with lust.
Being a fucking sadist, he granted Luffy no time to get used to being split open on his cock before he slammed in and out of him with hard thrusts.
Of course Luffy didn't take him for a gentle lover—still, the pace he was going at was downright brutal.
"You're taking me so well, such a good boy—fuck! You feel amazing, Baby!"
Luffy moaned his approval; all kinds of lewd sounds were getting pushed out of him with every hard thrust. The pain in his backside still lingered, but it was nothing compared to the hot pleasure rippling through him every time Law hit his sweet spot.
"Ahh y-yes! To-Torao, fuck, please harder! Please !"
Tears rolled down his cheeks; Luffy was already a sobbing mess, pleading for Law to get even rougher and fully take him apart. God, he wanted it so badly, and Law was the only one that could give him what he so desperately needed!
"I take that as I'm worth begging for," Law chuckled.
"Yes, yes! Just please…! Please fuck me, oh god!" He nodded vigorously, his pride long forgotten as long as it meant Law would keep pounding into him.
Law then grabbed the strap of his harness to pull him back until only his knees remained on the couch and his back was pressed flush against Law's chest.
"Mhh, you're so pretty," Law purred into his ear before he moved down to lick and nibble at his neck, relentlessly pushing into Luffy's pliant body. A strong arm reached around him to stroke his neglected cock, and Luffy held onto his biceps like a lifeline. As if holding onto Law was the only thing that kept him sane while his ass and dick got stimulated.
"Are you close already? Your ass is clenching down on me so hard!"
He didn't sound so composed anymore either, his breath coming out in short, ragged puffs, grunting into Luffy's ear like a wild animal.
In a few days, when Luffy would think back to their hook-up, he wouldn't be able to tell you what in god's name possessed him to do what he did next. It had to be the heat of the moment, the intimacy of their sweaty bodies rocking together in perfect sync, for him to turn around and claim Law's mouth for a kiss.
It was hesitant at first, almost innocent. So unlike everything else he had experienced with Law so far, and for a split second, when he felt Law stiffen up, his heart sank.
Luffy broke the kiss—if it could even be called a kiss for how one-sided it had been. But before he knew what happened, he found himself on his back with his legs pushed down on either side of his face and Law hungrily licking into his mouth.
And wasn't it unfair how on top of everything else, Law was a fantastic kisser too?
Lips locked and tongues intertwined, Law rutted against him almost feverishly, his cock slamming right into his prostate, and Luffy knew he was done for.
He came with a cry of Law's name, causing the older one to growl from deep within his throat, and not long after, Luffy felt himself being filled up to the brim with cum.
Law rode out his climax, all while hungrily swallowing down every whimper and moan coming from Luffy in his post-orgasmic bliss.
Only faintly could he make out the praises Law rained down on him; what a good boy he was, how perfect he had been for Law.
Surely his mind had to play a trick on him. There was no way a man like Trafalgar Law was showering him with soft kisses and affirmative words whispered in his ears. It was too good to be true, but the long fingers combing through Luffy's sweat-soaked hair felt real.
Dream or not, Luffy allowed himself to close his eyes and revel in the aftercare he received. If only for a few seconds…
After he regained his senses, however, Law was not on top of him anymore. Luffy had to blink his eyes to be able to see through the fog, and when they finally focused again, Law was standing next to him, fully clothed and looking as fresh as ever. As if nothing had happened at all.
On the other hand, Luffy was sure he looked like a mess. With dried tears staining his red cheeks and bruises forming on his smooth skin.
"Well, that was fun," Law said dryly and reached into his jacket pocket. He threw a wad of cash at Luffy with a sickening smirk on his lips. "Here. You earned it."
"You," Luffy croaked, "you are a fucking asshole."
Law seemed to ponder Luffy's words before he gave a genuine smile. "That is true," he agreed. He took a quick glance at his watch. "And tell you what—when you're back on the stage in only a few minutes, I'll be there watching you. Knowing it's my cum dripping down your legs and that you're barely able to stand because of me . And I'm going to enjoy every single second of it."
Worst of all, through all the anger and humiliation, Luffy was slightly turned on by Law's little speech.
"See you around, Doll."
Luffy could only watch how the door fell shut behind Law.
After regaining his composure, he quickly scrambled to his feet and hurried over to his phone that he had left by the sound system.
Fuck!
There wasn't much time left to get ready. Hell, there was no time left at all!
Adjusting his outfit to look at least somewhat presentable, Luffy hurried outside and ran right into Nami, who looked more than frantic.
"Luffy!" she screeched. "Here you are! You need to be up in two minutes! What on earth—"
"Fucked the boss—don't ask!" Luffy yelled over his shoulder as he ran past her.
"—Nika!"
Right on time after Vivi had announced him, Luffy was back on the main stage. His legs were wobbly, he knew he looked nothing short of wrecked —and it gave him a rush like nothing ever before.
The music started playing, and amidst all the blurry faces Luffy couldn't care about less, there they were—a pair of golden eyes, boring right into his soul.
What a fucking night!
~
When he entered his fitting room the next evening, a letter was waiting for him on his dressing table.
A grinning smiley face in a red wax stamp stared back at him. Luffy swallowed hard and, very carefully, broke the seal.
Two words. Black against white, in neat, cursive handwriting, but it was enough to send a hot shiver down his spine.
𝓑𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝔂.