Once inside, Kyle headed for the VIP room, the two girls in tow.

In the VIP room, there were several sofas: a three seater and two single seaters. The sofas were placed in a semi circle with a coffee table in the middle. There was also a mini bar with a waiter behind its counter, cleaning a glass. One attendant stood at attention near the door.

Anyone who was assigned to the VIP room was of top quality for service and for keeping their mouth's shut. No matter what happened in the room, so long as it didn't break the rules, they would not act or react. People could do drugs or even orgies here and no one would bat an eyelid.

Kyle plopped himself on the 3-seater-sofa and the girls sat beside him. He lazily put both of his feet up on the glass coffee table in front of the sofa and leaned back, his arms on the backrest of the sofa. He sighed, wanting to loosen up a bit before heading out.

His mind was still in a mess. The slight altercation outside hardly relieved any stress and it actually added to it a bit. Kyle couldn't stand people who acted all high-and-mighty. Even putting him down didn't make him really happy since the guy had been so weak. If there had been some sort of fight, or struggle, it would have been more satisfying.

Kyle really wasn't happy.

He spread his arms out at the back of the sofa, leaning back more and closed his eyes as he thought of all the things that had been happening lately. Including the swirling mess of emotions that was haunting him.

Since the closer bond he was sharing with Kay, Kyle was very, very careful not to let these strong feelings 'come out'. He had been experimenting on it for the past couple of days and came to the conclusion that it worked similar to their mindspeech.

Kyle could think his thoughts without having Kay hearing it and he only needed to project his thoughts out before she could hear him. There was no limitation to the distance, so long as they wanted to 'talk'.

With their emotional bond, it required more effort as all feelings are something you don't normally control. You feel what you feel. So instead of mindspeech where you just project your thoughts, with their emotions, they had to actively not project it.

It took some time, but Kyle was getting the hang of it.

While Kyle was busy thinking, the two girls beside him were admiring his face and their eyes roamed all over his body. He had his eyes closed and wasn't bothering them and they took that to mean that they could get closer to him. And so they did.

Both snuggled up to him, putting their heads on each of his shoulder and a hand on his body. When he didn't react, they became bolder as their faces started to smile. Their hands starting to roam all over Kyle's body, while they admired every inch of him.

The two assigned to the room couldn't help but widen their eyes at the scene.

Ice, who was notorious for not letting any girls touch him, was actually allowing two girls to brazenly feel him up. One was touching his abs while another was touching his thigh and slowly inching up. When Kyle didn't push them away, their movements became even more bold as they not only touched him but also started caressing him. One girl then started kissing his neck.

The waiter's hand started shaking when he saw Kyle's expression at that kiss.

Kyle was frowning.

He had been so lost in thought that he had actually forgotten the two girls were there until they started touching him. At first, it was rather light and his brain was a bit hazy to react but as it got bolder, he started realising something wasn't quite right. Then, one began kissing his neck.

Kyle mentally slapped himself.

It wasn't the girls' fault. He had led them here and by allowing them free reign, wasn't it his fault? He had given them the wrong impression, especially with his 'I can give you a good time' line earlier. Kyle groaned and knew he had to stop this without hurting either of them.

The one that was kissing his neck started to lick it, running her tongue over the skin. Just as he felt her teeth on his skin, he quickly moved.

The last thing he needed right now was a hickey.

He turned his head to tell the girl to back off when she kissed him. She thought he had turned to face her to kiss her, but she wanted to be the one that initiated it. To be the dominant one.

Her full, soft lips landed squarely on his and started to kiss the bottom lip, the upper lip then she licked his lips before sucking his bottom lip. Her tongue darted inbetween his lips in an attempt to pry his mouth open.

Kyle was stupified. Why was his reaction really, really slow at the moment?

Just as he was about to pull back, he stopped and thought ... why not?

He wasn't Kyle Smith, the 14-year-old student but Ice, the notorious thug.

He had been celibate for 14 years now and he had always wondered if, in this life, he would be able to 'perform'. Other than the normal morning wood situation, Kyle Jr never woke up. No matter how girls rubbed themselves at him, or how they flung themselves at him, or even seeing sexy pictures ... nothing.

At this moment, however, as the girl was kissing him so earnestly while the other one was touching him suggestively all over, he noticed that his body was starting to heat up. An unknown sensation was building up and it pooled down towards sleeping Jr.

Kyle brought his hand forward and held the girl by the back of the head. He opened his mouth and returned the kisses that she was giving him. He deepened their kiss as he plunged his tongue in, exploring her sweet mouth and just let himself go, reveling in the sensation that was building up within him.

As he was busy making out with one girl, the other girl was feeling left out. She noticed the bulge that was slowly forming and she smiled. She tentatively rubbed Kyle's inner thigh before slowly putting her hand on the hardness, her eyes widening as she felt its size. She looked up and saw that he wasn't protesting, so she placed her fingers on the zip and pulled it down.

Kyle's eyes snapped wide open.

Gently, he held the hand that was busy trying to reveal something that should not be released. Kyle broke the kiss, with the both of them breathing heavily at this point, and the girl's eyes was rather glazed over. He smiled, gave her a slight peck on the lips and then turned to the other girl beside him.

He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed every single finger gently, smiling all the while looking at her gently and seductively. Bringing his feet down from the table, he quickly zipped up his pants as got up.

"Sorry, girls, but I have something to do first," Kyle said in a slightly hoarse voice. The girls pouted, but didn't say anything as they watched him walk over to the mini bar, admiring how his buns filled out the jeans so well.

"Order anything you want," Kyle said to the girls as he leaned back at the mini bar.

The girls smiled and did as they were told. After the waiter got their orders, Kyle gestured the waiter to come over then whispered, "Get two of the best male escorts here."

The waiter nodded and left.

Kyle took several deep breaths to calm down and get Kyle Jr relaxed.

Well, one thing's for sure. Kyle Jr was quite healthy. He may have not been able to get stimulated by sight or breast rubs but his body certainly was very normal with such physical stimulants. Maybe it was the kiss that started it. He had always been very, very weak to kisses.

He groaned. At least he discovered that he has another weakness now. For the briefest of moment, he had almost lost it. The temptation had been high as the feelings that were being invoked were phenomenal.

He could truly understand now how difficult it was for a guy to be able to switch off once he's turned on. More so if the participants were extremely willing. Luckily a part of him was still rational so that once he heard the sound of the zipper, his mind became clear again.

If she had actually managed to touch Kyle Jr, though ... Kyle shook his head at what almost happened.

Kyle looked at the row of all the drinks behind the mini-bar counter and sighed. How he wished he could just get drunk. Unfortunately, he can't drink, not even a little bit. His body was still of a 14-year-old and there were a lot of health risks of underage drinking. Though he would think he had the mental ability not to overdo it, drinking alcohol right now would only affect his body adversely.

Since he can't drink and he couldn't have sex, there was only one other way to get rid of this stress.

When the two male escorts arrived, Kyle gestured to the girls who were looking at them in appreciation, "Sorry ladies, but I have to go."

The girls pouted again.

"But don't worry. These two gentlemen here will keep you company in my stead," Kyle said, patting the two men on their shoulders, "Just enjoy yourselves, okay? Everything here is on me."

The girls were now grinning as they heard that. Kyle left instructions that everything would be on his tab and that they were to take care of the girls properly. They were to be taken home after they were done partying. Ensuring that his orders would be carried out, Kyle headed back down.

The Club itself hadn't been his target. The girls had been a side-mission - or distraction. What he came here for, however, was not this upscale disco thing but what was underneath.

He went through a door, headed to the basement and the booming sounds of the music above were replaced by loud cheering and jeers from below.

Kyle walked through the door and smiled, taking in the scene in front of him.

The whole floor was designed like a boxing ring arena. In the middle was a stage with two people fighting. Around it, were the spectators. Instead of boxing, however, it was a free fight. No rings. Just the platform. If you fell off, you're out. If you're unconscious, you're out. If you're dead, you're out.

The Fight Club.