Chapter 703 – Guys Night Out 3 – Just bantering with the guys

Chapter 703 – Guys Night Out 3 – Just bantering with the guys

“Just what is it with you and maid uniforms?” Maximillian asked, actually paying attention to his drink and the guys for a change. Not that he stopped groping Aletra in ways inappropriate for polite company, but quite acceptable in the odd dimensions of ‘proper’ conduct that John moved in. How exactly he had tailored himself a life where he was having a harem-approved night out with the guys to the tune of strippers, the Gamer didn’t know, but he sure appreciated it.

Admittedly, he had been a bit skeptical about the presence of unknown women before. It had seemed like it would just make things unnecessarily awkward. However, they were paid professionals and it showed. They didn’t interrupt any of the men’s conversations, stayed reserved and smoothly partook once addressed or things seemed to slow down. The only thing their presence barricaded was talking about more secretive issues. Albeit, most of those John wouldn’t have wanted to mention in any public setting.

That analysis aside, John had just heard something completely outrageous. “Just what is it with me and maid uniforms?!” he bellowed, making himself as big as possible, while remaining seated. “Do you seriously question the beauty of the maid outfit?”

“Do you?” Magnus added with one of his thick eyebrows raised, an unlikely ally in this time of distress.

“No, no.” Maximillian raised his hands and waved in a dissuading fashion. One quickly wandered back to his beer, the other (even faster) to Aletra’s ass. “Maids are attractive, absolutely no doubt about that. I am just saying you’re being a bit too enthusiastic about it.”

“Well, you’re welcome to hold that wrong opinion,” John declared and looked back down to the phone in his hands. This entire discussion was just a smaller thing in the larger topic of the stripper request. While John had already sent his personal order, the one for the lady that would (wo)man the stripping pole had to be democratized.

“All I am saying,” Maximillian continued after taking a sip of his beer, “is that she is going to take it off anyway, so what’s the point?”

“That she is taking it off in the first place!” John immediately countered.

“Stockings,” Magnus added the single word, as if it was a factual and complete rebuttal. In John’s opinion, it was perfectly valid. It also started a chain of other beautiful things about the maid outfit.

“Garter belt!” he put another one out there, only to make sure.

“Lace lingerie,” Magnus one-upped him.

Rather than search for something else, John aimed his further berating at the king that deserved it. “Do you just want her to waltz in here naked and start dancing?”

“I mean, that would be pretty hot, would it not?” Maximillian stated.

“Yes,” John conceded, “but not as hot as her stripping out of the maid uniform! Where is your sense of wonder?”

“My sense of wonder is below my appreciation of naked women,” he stated and looked at the ebony beauty in his lap with hungry eyes. “What do you say about that, Aletra?”

The red-collar girl grinned, grabbed her tiny top and pulled it over her head in one smooth motion. Delicious nipples the colour of dark chocolate came into view, already hard atop her small breasts. “They say actions speak louder than words,” she purred and dropped the piece of clothing on Maximillian’s head. Before it could actually land and obscure his vision, it suddenly changed trajectory to fall towards the ceiling, leaving the gravity mage to lean in and suck on the perky breasts.

“You know, I am slightly envious of that,” John exclaimed.

With a wet smack, Maximillian let go and took another swig of beer. “You should. I do prefer bigger tits, but by Gaia, this slut is smooth in all places. Exactly what I wanted this evening.” He softly spanked her ass and gave it a nice grab. “How old are you, I wonder?”

“31,” Aletra responded, taking Maximillian’s beer from him to take a sip herself.

“And you don’t look a day older than 25. I love the Abyss.” The vacationing king let himself be kissed. A small stream of beer ran down his chin. The sip she had taken hadn’t really been for Aletra herself, evidently. Somewhere next to them, the discarded top suddenly dropped to the floor.

“Not what I was referring to.” John leaned back in his chair again, checking and unchecking boxes to see the ‘available’ number change. “I mean being able to use your powers for pretty mundane actions. Because the things I learn create skills, I don’t have the choice to use them to show off.” He raised a hand as if he was going to conjure some sort of demonstration, but nothing came. “Although I have a number of ways to rain arcane destruction on you, I can’t freeform arcane energy. I get that the resulting spells would be much weaker than properly formulated and consolidated energy, but I would like to be able show off a little bit more.” Suddenly, a sword of mana stretched one metre out of his hand. The purplish-blue thing persisted for the standard 3 seconds, then scattered into harmless particles that faded away. “The only ‘exception’ to that is Possession.”

“There are worse fates,” Magnus remarked from the side. Whether he was taking offense or not, given the Fateweaver’s own lack of talent and power, in the traditional sense, was not apparent by his tone or behaviour. He just drank his water.

“For sure,” John just agreed. “Just a minor thing I would like to have but don’t.” The Gamer grabbed his own drink and took a huge gulp. The gin and tonic rushed through with a pleasant sparkle.

“Sorry if that’s a stupid question,” Nina spoke up in the short-term silence, “but from the way I heard your powers described, couldn’t you just learn about manipulating arcane and it would create a skill that would allow you to do that?”

“Not quite that easy.” John shook his head. “In general terms, whatever skill my powers create will be pretty clear in its wording. I pay this much mana and get this effect. There might be skills with variable cost, but I haven’t had one with a variable outcome yet. The closest I get is to channel mana through the elementals, and while that does work, it comes at the disadvantage of costs being rather vague, so I over-invest most of the time.”

He had no issue describing all of this to the blonde, or any other stranger for that matter. The basics for this were all in that info gathering still flying about and the elemental bit was simple inference. Realistically, this was information anyone could get if they were determined enough to scratch at the surface. Something like an actual list of all his skills, he would keep much closer to his chest.

“Basically, the system is built to give me things that have an easy mathematical through line. If I had skill that was just ‘Move Dirt’, how would the cost be calculated? In cubic metres? Would the density of the soil play a role? Would it just be the weight of the afflicted area? How could I figure out the cost before I use the skill?” John realized he was rambling and cut himself short. “So, yeah, I can’t have such freeform things easily available. It wouldn’t work well with how the system works.” He finished his glass. “But Gaia could at least give me a way to cancel spells, that way I could do some threatening without having to fire the thing into the dirt afterwards. New drink please.”

“Same thing?” Nina asked, taking the glass from him.

“Same thing,” he confirmed, and she made it so. Looking around, a question occurred to him. “Where are the toilets by the way?”

“Ah, I can see your problem,” Maximillian snickered. “The cigarette should be smoked, not eaten, buddy.”

“How about you sit on a bag of dicks?” the Gamer suggested, shaking his head.

“Hmmm,” Aletra hummed her way back into the conversation. “I could do the sitting and dick part, Max,” she suggested and earned herself another slap on her chocolate bun of an ass.

“A bit early for that, but if you want to get under the table for a little bit and repay me for earlier, that’d be a start,” the gravity king suggested, and so it was done.

“Don’t groan,” Magnus stated, not looking up from his hands as he clipped the cigars and prepared everything else he needed before going outside. “I’m not in a strip club to hear a man groan into my ear.”

“Don’t worry,” said Maximillian over the sound of his own zipper. “I am absolutely with you on that front.”

“Look at you, being sensible,” John remarked sarcastically. “Just make sure we don’t have eye contact either.”

“Why?” Maximillian asked and instantly broke that rule, to the wet sound of soft lips working on his dick under the table. “What, you think I would confuse the beauty between my legs with you? How insecure do you take me for?”

“Well, you did insist on walking around with that flamboyant cape all the time,” John mused, while copping a feel of Lemia’s breasts. They were 100% natural and soft, nipples hardening under his gentle touch. Already her pale complexion was flushing red with lust as John indulged in more of her body’s softness and searched for her weak spots.

“Are you besmirching my king’s coat as a ‘flamboyant cape’?”

“If the shoe fits,” John giggled.

“That article of clothing is older than your family line!”

“And it still looks ridiculous,” the Gamer insisted and took things a bit further, nibbling, then biting on Lemia’s ear when the reception of the former action was good. Since he had only specified ‘at least slightly submissive’, he now had to explore just how far she went. Asking would have taken a bit of the fun out of it. “Be a good girl and give me my glass,” he whispered a command into her ear.

There was a slight hesitation before she followed. When she did, John almost feared she would drop it. A sudden, explosive moan escaped her as the Charisma-Libido Perk did its dirty work. However, as the reward only came once his hand was on the glass, he just quickly grabbed it before anything bad could happen.

“What did you just do?” Maximillian wanted to know, something everyone else in the room mimicked with their eyes and expressions.

“Trade secrets, buddy,” John answered with a grin.

The king crossed his arms. “You mean Gamer bullshit, right?” he said, then shook his head and emptied his beer. “I would like a pina colada.”

Under the table, there was a popping sound, then a black hand reached up over the rim, “Can you make me one too, Nina? I think this is going to be my night!”

“You’re sucking off the once and future king of Austria,” the blonde replied in a dry tone. “You better hope this is your night.”

“You said it, girl, not me!” Aletra laughed and went back to her task at lips.

“What brand of cigars are those, by the way?” Nina asked while taking the empty bottle from Maximillian. “Hemley’s?”

Magnus turned to her with a surprised expression. Well, as surprised as the stern man could muster. “No, but close,” he grumbled, raising the prepared cigar up. Bowing down, Nina took a quick smell test. “Can you guess?”

“No need to guess, that’s another Icelandic plant, plus it has a cinnamon-like note, so it has to be Rewling,” Nina stated and smiled when Magnus nodded. “My father was big into cigars and I learned a thing or two... guess that sounds like I have daddy issues, given where I work.”

“We all have our cross to bear,” the Fateweaver shrugged. “Whether that’s one you actually have, no idea. I wouldn’t dare to make that assumption.”

“...You’re a lot more serious than our usual customers,” Nina decided, not in a displeased tone, then she walked over to the bar. “Whiskey and two pina colada coming right up.”

“Get them their drinks first,” Magnus decided and stood up. “I’ll be smoking for a bit.”

On a spontaneous note, although his dick told him to stay right where he was, John decided to tag along. “I can use some fresh air,” he decided and gave Lemia another command. “Be a good girl and wait for me, I’ll be very attentive when I get back, I promise.”

“Alright, John,” the brunette responded, let him get up and then sat down to wait. While the Gamer headed for the stairs behind Magnus, his gin and tonic in hand, Lemia ordered some drink herself. Maximillian took the moment to just lean back in his chair.

“We’re drinking Jägermeister when you get back down here!” the king decided for all of them. “One shot for everyone!”

That was just one of many decisions to be made that evening.