Sin or Humanity: Chapter 3 – Drunk on Depravity

Chapter 3 – Drunk on Depravity

This is the right decision to make. I don’t need to go to confession since I haven’t sinned at all. My condition hasn’t even worsened since I started working at the club. In fact, I’ve never been happier in my life. I’m living in a better apartment with better clothing, shoes, and makeup to better show my natural beauty. I also have supportive friends who understand me better than anyone else I’ve known. Working here the past few weeks has really helped me cope with my condition. I’m finally on the path I want to be on in life.

Because of my hard work, I’ve been promoted to work at another club that’s a bit more than the last. The people dress more risqué and dance on stages, but it isn’t a strip club! I also have to dress in a similar manner to fit in. It doesn’t bother me though it does get the attention of other sinners who like to flirt and try to invite me for some “fun”. They have their good intentions, but it’s not for me and they understand. I think they do at least.

They have harder drugs and alcohol over here than at the other place I worked at. The stuff is good especially since my condition lets me endure the negative effects better, however, the best thing about this club is that the pay and food are better. My condition has worsened a bit though the benefits of working at the club outweigh the negatives. Three weeks of working at the club get me a meeting with the boss for a promotion.

“Your hard work and dedication is paying off and turning heads, Lilith,” my boss says.

“I live to please.”

“I’d be careful saying that to your new employers. If you think this is a bit much, then they’ll really cross the line. It’s nothing sinful of course.”

“I get it. To each their own.”

“Exactly, but I just wanted to give you a heads up. They won’t be offended if you chose to stay here.”

“It’s a tempting thought to stay since I love working here, but I shouldn’t let a good opportunity go when it’s presented to me.”

“Thatta girl. I’m proud to have you as one of my workers, but back to business. Here’s the kind of outfit that they want you to wear as your ‘uniform’.”

My boss puts on a tub top and short skirt.

“This is pretty revealing especially the skirt.”

“It’s no more revealing than what you have on. Your shorts are shorter than the skirt anyways.”

“Yeah, but you can’t peek up it see my underwear…or lack of it in some cases.”

“Hahaha, you won’t have to worry about people getting touchy with you. There’s a strict rule that kicks out anyone who touches someone who doesn’t want to be touched though there’s also a rule that can get you paid a little extra if you don’t mind a few grabby hands.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“I know that you’ll make the right choice. Before you go, can I get one last hug and kiss?”

“Of course you can.” I give my boss a hug and kiss and he uses the opportunity to touch my butt. “You troublemaker.”

“Haha, you know me. Don’t forget that you always have friends here if you need anything.”

“I won’t forget.”

When I get to the next job, I see that’s it’s a really sleazy place despite all the glitz and glamor of it all and it being uptown. I work at the bar and everything seems so different with how lewd people act in here. I’m pretty sure I can hear people having sex in the back or it could just be the music. Either way, this is a lot to get used to. My condition is worsening because of everything that I’m experiencing, but I can handle it. I need to calm down and get used to-!

“Hey!” I say to a guy who touches my breasts while I’m not noticing.

“Shh, don’t be so loud. I’ll pay you five thousand upfront if you let me touch you until you leave.”

The man then takes out five thousand dollars and puts it in front of me.

“Five thousand? Hmm.”

“I promise it’s only just touching and nothing more.”

“Hmm. As long as you don’t get too touchy.”

“Deal.”

With that, more people come around to pay to touch me. I work more as the people’s plaything than a bartender. The other people working here get the same kind of treatment then go to the back room with some people for…whatever reason. I don’t want to think about it or let it get that far. Over the week, I accrue a fortune because of all the tips I get for being touched. I bring this to my new boss and ask her how much of a cut she wants.

“Hahaha. You’re something special, Lilith. Very few of my workers ask if I want a cut of their massive tips,” she says.

“Okay? What does that mean?”

“Because you thought about me, I’ll take fifty percent and give you your paycheck. Usually, I take sixty percent and don’t give them their pay for working when they don’t tell me they collect tips. Most if not everyone ends up like this. Congratulations on not being one of them.”

“Thank you, madame.”

“Keep working hard and that next promotion will be around the corner.”

She tells me to work and I’m hardly doing anything other than serving some drinks and drugs while being touched all the time. I don’t think I need my choker with a cross on it anymore, so I wear a golden chain necklace with some golden bracelets. Not sure why I want to wear these other than they make me feel better. The people at the club notice my new accessories and compliment me on them telling me that they like me better with the gold than the cross. Part of me feels like someone from the Church sees me doing this and is reporting this to the priest. Maybe it’s my guardian angel. Whoever it is, they can think what they want.

I know I’m doing the right thing because of how happy it’s making me. After two weeks of working at this club, I start touching people back. Sure, I may touch people back in lewd ways, but it’s nothing serious even though some ask me to go in the back for double their tip. This is where I draw the line. Most are fine with me denying them, though a few can be a bit “pushier” when I deny them. These people are kicked out of the club.

It takes five weeks of working here and being touched day in and out for eight hours a day to get my promotion. The next place I work out is more out of the way than the others. It’s still in an uptown area, however, I have to go underground after confirming my identity to two checkpoints of guards. What’s so special about this place that they need…Oh. I don’t even want to describe what I’m seeing, nor do I want to see or hear it. Dang it, I have to work in this. What have I gotten myself in to?

As I walk into the club and make my way to my station, I keep my head down and away from what’s happening around me. It’s going to be incredibly hard to work with my head down and trying not to let what’s happening around me bother me. Hopefully, it’s worth the thirty dollars an hour. Once I get to the bar, I start working and am almost immediately forced to look up by a familiar friend. It’s the man who showed up at my old apartment and gave me the invitation to work at the clubs. His name is Bryson and he’s one of my best friends.

“Hey, what are you doing here, Bryson? I’m surprised to see you here,” I try to say in a calm and happy way with a smile on my face.

“I’m not as surprised as you are. You are always trying to move up in the world.”

“Sorry I didn’t tell you I was going to be working here. I was going to tell you after the first day like always.”

“I understand, but is something the matter with you? You didn’t seem to notice me in front of you and you’re always looking down. Is someone giving you trouble already?”

“No, not at all.”

“What’s the matter then?”

“It’s just that…this is all a bit much for me, which is why I’m surprised to see you here since what you like is tame compared to it.”

“It doesn’t hurt to be risky every now and then. I do it to keep things fresh. You should keep your eyes up. Trust me when I say that it’s okay to look at it. If you think what everyone is doing behind me is messed up, then that’s your opinion but it ain’t a fact. Come on, Lilith. Your other jobs have been preparing you for this. You can trust me.”

I look up and around at what’s around me. It’s more messed up than what I’ve seen on the internet in my curiously sick teenage days. Sex is one thing, but fetish sex is another thing especially when sinners like me are doing it.

“Heh, are-are you sure I didn’t accidentally enter a torture porn studio?”

“Our condition allows us to do things that would kill normal people.”

“I can see that. At least it’s all consensual, right?”

“Mostly.”

“What?”

“It’s none of your concern. I can help you get used to this.”

“How?”

“Come with me.”

“I’m working right now.”

“I’ll tell them I’m borrowing you for a second. They’ll think it’s one thing, but don’t worry about it.”

“Okay, if you say so.”

Bryson then makes me watch lots of different sexual acts in a room for hours until closing. It’s an…eye-opening experience.

“Well, Lilith, how do you feel now?” Bryson asks me.

“I feel. Great actually. Better than I ever have as a matter of fact!”

“I’m glad. Oh, hide your gaping mouth eye before you go out in public.”

“Thanks for reminding me.”

Gapping mouth eye? When I get home and remove my eyepatch, I see what he’s talking about. My entire left eye has become a mouth now. Along with this change, my mouth has sharper teeth that look like a vampire's teeth especially with the four in the front while my long tongue remains the same. I like this look. I may get some hate for it, but I’ve learned that you either take the hate or let it overwhelm you. I’m going to embrace it and become the best sinner I can be.

This club is even better than I thought. It not only has the best drugs and alcohol in the city, but it also has the best entertainment that I’m paid to watch. My paycheck gets me everything that I want and the tips I get for letting people touch me and walk around semi-nude all add up to an even better apartment.

During one of the private shows, a friend of mine asks, “So, do you want to try what they are or something more dangerous?”

I consider it for a second before smiling and saying, “I want my first time to be special.”

“Oh, Giovane didn’t…”

“He didn’t. That’s why I want it to be special and dangerous.”

“That’s our girl!”

“But it’s not going to be with you.”

“Ah! Denied!” the others in the room say except for our performers.

It takes me a few weeks to make my plans and decide my target, but when I find him, I feel something special in me that lets me know he’s the right one for me. My target is a boy much younger than me who I find walking home from school. I take his gaze with my appearance and take him aside and flirt with him. He’s in the palm of my hand especially since I give him a little peek of what his eyes keep gravitating towards. I let him take pictures of all kinds so I can always be on his mind. I give him a kiss then send him on his way. His blood-red face and the way he’s acting tells me that he’s madly in love with me.

We go out together for a week before I can no longer hold back what I want to do to him. On one date, I bring him to one of the hotels run by a sinner I know and aggressively cuddle him, to say the least. He says no, no, no, but I know he means yes, yes, yes. His tears are the most delicious part of him besides his cute expression and his blood that I taste. I keep using him as my little toy until I feel satisfied.

“That was amazing. You are such a good boy toy,” I say as I lick his face.

Huh. He seems knocked out. I might as well admire my work while I’m at it. What the? What’s happened to me? There’s a mouth on my left breast, my arms have turned into tentacles, there's an eye where my belly button was, and there’s a mouth where my crotch used to be. Looking into the mirror, I see that my right eye has turned pitch black, all of my teeth are razor-sharp, I have a weird red collar and restraints made of blood where my golden chain and necklace were, and there are three horns on my head along with a red-eye in the center. Hold on. What did I just do? What have I become?