Rating: NC-17




“What the hell is this?” Seto asked himself as he looked over the page of ads he had found on his brother’s desk. It wasn’t the kind of thing Mokuba should have left lying around at work. It was a list of personal ads for an exclusive club in town that Seto had no idea Mokuba had even heard of. It didn’t surprise him though. Nothing about his brother surprised him anymore, especially since his 18th birthday. On that day Mokuba had come to Seto and flat out told him about his sexual preferences. He had stood there looking at Seto as if he expected a certain reaction. Seto thought about it, figured that his brother was now an adult and replied, “Keep it out of the press and don’t get hurt.” Mokuba had stormed out of the room and Seto didn’t see him for three days. He still didn’t know why.

That had been three years before, but if Mokuba was involved in a club like this...Seto was determined to check it out to protect his brother. He looked over the ads noting that a few had been marked. Two of them were crossed out, three were checked and one had been circled. The circled one caught his eye.

~I’m looking for someone...tall, blue eyes, dark hair. Come and take me, I’m yours. Privacy as always is assured...I don’t want to know, neither do you. -73951~

“Sounds like a good excuse to check this place out.” Seto walked out of Mokuba’s office with the paper in hand. He left a message with Mokuba’s assistant that he wanted to see him when he came back. In his own office, Seto wrote down a few quick notes from the ads. When Mokuba came in later, Seto handed him the paper, “You shouldn’t leave stuff like this out, especially in the office.”

“Not like anyone goes in my office Seto but me...and you.”

”I don’t want you hurt.” If it wasn’t for the fact that his brother was now 21 Seto would have sworn Mokuba was still a teenager for all the drama he seemed to spout.

“You’ve told me that.” Mokuba notice the paper was folded differently than he had left it. “See anything you’re interested in? Oh that’s right, you’re not like that.” He got up to leave and walked to the door. Mokuba turned around to look back at Seto, “I’m not getting hurt here,” and he waved the paper at his brother. After Mokuba left Seto picked up his phone and dialed the number on the front page of the ad.

*****

Seto looked again at the address written on the paper and then at the building. It couldn’t be right. The building, the neighborhood everything was not as he would have expected it to be. Seto looked again and then decided it had to be right. After all if a place like this were on the seedier side of town the cops would have been all over it. As it was, it looked like a legitimate business. He walked in the front door and went up to what appeared to be a receptionist’s desk. The young lady at the desk looked up at him and smiled.

“Hello sir, welcome to Toxic Pleasures. Do you have the number you were given on the phone?” Seto handed the girl a piece of paper that he had written the number down on earlier. She typed the number into her terminal and getting a favorable reply handed Seto a small plastic card. “Don’t lose that, it will be your access to everything here.” She pressed a button on the desk, “If you go through that door,” she nodded toward a door opening next to her, “Miss Kimber will take some information from you and get you all set up. Enjoy your time at Toxic Pleasures.”

Seto muttered a thank you to the girl and walked through the door. The next room was a little larger than the reception area but it had to be. Along with two chairs and a table were various computers and a few other machines Seto had never seen before. Sitting in one of the chairs was another young lady.

“Welcome to Toxic Pleasures, may your stay here be as long as it needs to be. Please have a seat.”

As Seto sat down the girl continued, “I’m sure you have a few questions. We have some also. So you know everything here is completely anonymous, but we do have to be careful health wise. I need to ask you some questions and will also need to take a blood sample from you.”

“What? How is that private or even necessary?”

“Do you have the card Melissa gave you?” He held it up. “Good, that is how it’s private. Everything here is on that card. There are no files, no names, nothing anywhere else. We don’t know who you are; you don't know who we are or who anyone else is. You lose that card you lose everything. Now as for the blood sample, it’s a pinprick. Every time you come in one is taken. We run it through our machine, if you’re clear, your card is updated and will work...if not...until our doctor says otherwise you don’t pass that door.”

“Now if I may?” She reached for Seto's hand. Taking his left index finger she first cleaned it with an alcohol swab then stuck it quickly with a lancet. Taking a slide with a few drops of blood on it and placing it in the machine she turned back to him. “It’ll only be a few minutes, so I can start your questions. This is to ensure we don’t place you with someone you might not be compatible with.” She handed him a small laptop, “Place your card in the slot on the side, it’ll start after that.”

Seto did as he was told going through the questions almost without thought. Most were simple and obvious questions about choices, things he may or not be interested in participating in. Some were about past experiences and lovers. When he was finished answering the questions he looked back up to the girl. “May I ask you a few things now?”

She turned back to him from the machine and asked him first for his card. “Looks like you’re clear to go. And of course you may.”

“How do I know you don’t know who I am? That this won’t be used for blackmail somewhere down the road?”

“You agreed to the terms on the phone correct?” She asked. “If you paid the money, we don’t give a damn who you are. We have a very select clientele here, there’s a reason for that. We have never had a problem with privacy here. We did have one client try to blackmail another once...you may have heard of him, he used to be the 6th richest man in the world, Alistair Richards?”

Seto had heard of the man, until last year he had been the head of one of the biggest companies in the United States. Then last year he had been sued majorly by a company claiming breach of contract and copyright infringement.

“We don’t normally give out names, but in a case like this I do to show you just how serious we are about our client’s privacy. Now the world still doesn’t know the truth, but we and Mr. Richards does.”

He thought about that for a moment, then decided he like the idea of a company that willing to play hardball for it’s ‘members’. “Okay what about assurances on the health? How do I know that machine of yours works right?”

The girl just smiled at him, “It’s made by the best technology company in the world.” At his look of confusion she continued, “They don’t just make games you know.” She pointed to a small company logo on the side of the machine. How he had missed the blue and white Kaiba Corp. logo he’d never know. “Do you have any other questions sir?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Okay then. Was there something you were looking for tonight or are you up for a change?”

He handed her the paper he had written the ad number on earlier, “I was wondering about this.”

She took the paper, typed the number into her computer and smiled again. “Lucky you, he’s here tonight also. And you do seem to fit the description. Hope you can fulfill the wish. Your card again please.” She took the card from him, placed it into a slot on her terminal and downloaded some information on it. “After you leave this room, go through the next door. Your card will work only on the doors that have green lights on them. I will send a signal through before you go to let the system know where you are to go. Follow the doors to the last room, there you will place on the mask that is in the room. This is again just a privacy issue as the other person doesn’t want to be seen nor does he want to see you. He has a very specific fantasy he is living out in there, no offence but you’re not who he’s really with at the time. Also he insists that there be no talking of any kind. If you try to talk to him, he will get up and walk out, no questions asked. Will this be a problem for you?”

“No, no problem.” He took the card back from the girl and walked to the door she pointed to.

“Oops almost forgot, here I need you to stick your card in this slot and come up with an access code. The inner rooms have safes for you to place any personal items in you may have on you. They will only work if you use both your card and code. That way you can leave the card in the last door without worrying about your stuff.”

After he finished with the computer, Seto looked at the girl again. “That’s it?”

“Yes sir, enjoy your time.”

He walked to the door this time, stuck his card in the slot and walked through the open door.

 

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