Heir of the Consortium

The bar was ablaze with neon lights and pulsating music, casting a surreal glow on the sea of patrons who had gathered to embrace the chaos of the night. It was midnight, and the atmosphere was charged with an intoxicating blend of excitement and recklessness. Among the crowd, Carlos found himself weaving through the chaos, a waiter caught in the midst of a raucous party.

His gaze swept over the scene—the boys and girls swaying to the rhythm of the music, the clinking of glasses, and the joyous laughter that echoed through the dimly lit room. It was a spectacle of luxurious abandon, a sight that filled Carlos with a peculiar mixture of pity and nostalgia.

As he navigated the maze of bodies, he couldn’t help but think of his lovely girlfriend, Zama, a diligent university student who should have been buried in textbooks and lectures at this hour. Carlos and Zama were college mates, sharing similar dreams and aspirations, and Carlos’s heart ached at the thought of her studying while he served drinks to the intoxicated masses.

But he had a purpose, a reason for being there almost every day, twenty-four seven. He had taken up this part-time job in the evenings not only because of his low income and empty pockets, but also because she had confided in him, expressing her desire for the newest phone.

Although Carlos struggled to make money and find a source of living every single day, he was still determined to make Zama’s wish come true, even if it meant serving drinks to those who had chosen revelry over responsibility. All he wanted was Zama’s happiness. He loved her so much that, even as she was too demanding despite his situation, he had to work extra hard to make her happy.

Amidst the whirlwind of thoughts, another waiter approached him, an eager glint in his eye. “Hey, Carlos,” he said with a sly grin, “you’ve got a special delivery on the second floor. Wine and champagne. Lucky you.”

Carlos was used to customers requesting his presence just so he could serve them wine while they looked at him with dangerous desire. Carlos was always a victim of this due to his good looks, but he wasn’t just beautiful; he also had a pure and innocent heart.

Never had he thought of entertaining those who called on him. His job there was to serve wine and serve wine alone, nothing more. But this particular offer seemed odd. It was in one of the rooms on the second floor, not on the dance floor, and from an insanely wealthy man.

The sudden news piqued the envy of his fellow waiters, their gazes filled with longing for the opportunity to earn tips from such a lucrative order. They whispered around Carlos, but he pretended not to hear a single word.

Yet, deep down, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through him. Perhaps it was because it was his birthday, or perhaps it was the promise of extra income that made him feel fortunate. He could buy Zama her desired phone and make her even happier with such a tip.

With a quick nod, Carlos pushed the cart laden with bottles and glasses, making his way to the second floor. The music faded into a distant hum as he ascended the staircase, his anticipation building with each step. The prospect of a generous tip fueled his determination to provide exceptional service. His mind raced with possibilities. With such a huge tip, he could even buy himself new clothes.

Upon reaching the designated door, he knocked politely before entering. What he encountered on the other side left him stunned, his tray of drinks nearly slipping from his grasp.

Inside the dimly lit room, a young man sat on the sofa, his gaze fixed intently on Carlos as he entered. The man exuded an air of familiarity, but the low lighting obscured his features, making it difficult for Carlos to discern his identity. However, it was the scene before him that truly left Carlos in shock.

A young woman, her attire suggestive and provocative, was positioned between the man’s legs, her head moving rhythmically. Carlos couldn’t believe his eyes. He had just walked into a scene so obscene.

The young man looked all too familiar—none other than a notorious playboy from their college days, the famous Frank, known for his reckless indulgence and bad reputation. Carlos had heard a lot about him. Frank indulged in countless young college ladies and was a big playboy.

The young woman beneath Frank’s thighs, engaged in an intimate act, bore a striking resemblance to Carlos’s girlfriend, Zama, which added to his bewilderment. She should have been safely seated in her dormitory at this hour, not engaged in such a compromising position.

He shoved the thought away, thinking that maybe it was just Zama’s look-alike. Carlos thought too highly of her. He loved her so much that he would never bring himself to think that she could cheat on him. Still, the young woman in front of him only had her back turned to him.

As Carlos grappled with the shocking revelation, a conversation among the waiters back at the bar raced through his mind. They had been gossiping about a wealthy and influential guest on the second floor, someone rumored to have an insatiable appetite for extravagance. The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. Come to think of it, all these words fit the Frank he knew, the Frank before him.

Seeing Carlos lost in the scene before him, Frank smiled. “Ah! Don’t just stand there, come in, come in…urgh,” he had been interrupted by bursts of pleasure. The lady beneath him treated him without any hesitation or knowledge that someone had walked in. She sucked on Frank’s cock without restraint.

Carlos shook his head. What a disgrace—young ladies belittling themselves for money. The lady’s act irritated him to his core. He moved in, dropping the wines on the table, making sure that their actions didn’t affect him. Besides, he was only there to serve drinks and collect his huge tip, nothing more. As he poured the wine, Frank took the glass and emptied it into his mouth.

“More,” his voice was raspy, his chest heaving up and down uncontrollably. Carlos did as he said quietly, pouring more wine for him. Carlos had to endure this for a while; besides, he wanted the tip really badly, and he couldn’t show his uneasiness to such a wealthy client.

As Frank’s pleased sounds filled the room, he moaned continuously as the lady did not slow in her acts. Then he used a hand to grab at her hair, his moans intoxicating. After a while of gasping and pleasure, he let out a final, loud groan as he threw his head back, enjoying the lady’s service.

Seconds later, something unimaginable occurred. The young woman abruptly stopped. Her mouth slowly released, and she lifted her face upwards. Frank’s satisfaction was evident, and he let out a contented growl. The young woman, on the other hand, was desperately in need of napkins.

She turned back, not to face Carlos but to retrieve the necessary supplies to clean up the unexpected mess, her expression a mix of surprise and embarrassment at her actions. In that moment, Carlos’s illusions shattered.

The room, once charged with tension, was now laden with an uncomfortable silence. Carlos stood there, torn between disbelief and a growing sense of betrayal. Then she turned to see Carlos staring at her. Her jaw dropped. The young woman’s face, once familiar and beloved, now carried the weight of guilt and shame.

As Carlos processed the shocking tableau before him, his emotions churned like a tempestuous sea. The room seemed to close in on him, the walls bearing witness to a truth that had shattered his perception of his girlfriend and the world he thought he knew.

The very one he loved dearly. The one for whom he had sacrificed everything. The one who he had done whatever she wanted, bought her whatever she requested despite his low finances and his situation. The very one he had belittled himself for by working in such an immoral place just to make her happy, was now in front of him, her body between the legs of another man.

His heart shattered, his mind in disarray. This was not what he had expected. He tried his very best to convince himself that it wasn’t Zama, but there was no doubt it was her in flesh and blood. The same face, the same lips he kissed, now sucking another man’s cock. This troubled him greatly; his heart was shattered.

As they both looked at each other, he couldn’t help but call out her name to be sure it was really her. Sadly, it was.