Is this your first time?

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One moment had led to the other. What started as a trip to a local bar, had lead to a gentleman's club. The Devil’s Point. He looked up at the sign with reluctance when one of the guys placed an arm around his shoulders. “Don’t worry about that, it’s going to be fun… I promise,” he said in a convincing manner, clearly drunk by the way he leaned towards him, as if he needed support to regain his balance. He did feel a slight buzz from the beers he’d had, but it wasn’t anywhere near the intoxication of this angel. He wrapped his arm around his back to help him with his balance, nodding once to his comment. He wanted to see more of the world and to experience other people’s perspectives, but he'd lie if he said that a strip club wasn’t way out of his comfort zone.
Once they were inside, he couldn’t help but take in everyone’s immorality. It was like a den of iniquity. His gaze stopped at a stage where a scantily dressed woman danced around a pole, promoting lust to the men surrounding her, so he quickly looked to his friends. He didn’t understand this place, let alone the purpose of it, but his friends all had wide smiles on their faces. They clearly got joy from this place. He turned his eyes towards a woman in lingerie as she greeted them, looking her up and down as she made him feel strange emotions. He assumed it to be a deep sense of attraction. When her eyes met his, it felt like he fell from grace all over again and for a moment he had to backtrack his mind to her question. “A table will be fine,” he replied, sending her a quick smile although it came off strained due to his nervousness. Everything about this place screamed wrong in his mind, but he desperately wanted to learn more about being a fallen angel and to belong to this group that he’d arrived here with. For that reason, he decided to give it a shot and ignore the voices that told him to walk away.

He hesitated as she told them to follow her before he decided to walk with the others, all eagerly trying to walk close to the woman. At the table, he tried not to look at her as she leaned close enough for him to smell her perfume. Instead, he eyed the menu on the table. One of the drinks was named ‘sex on the beach’ and another ‘screaming orgasm’, making him glance up at his friends rather quickly. “I think we’re good for now,” Efram replied, sending her a charming smile. Then she informed them of her performance which made him turn his eyes to her, still completely startled by everything. Soon another girl neared them to take their drinks order which consisted of a bottle of champagne and shots, but Zachary couldn’t help but think that they should all leave. That it was wrong of them to stay in a place that celebrated lust, sensuality and immorality. “This is sinful to the Lord. I should not be here,” he said, glancing at a woman as she passed by, wearing a thong. “Zach, you full-on rebelled against Heaven. Immorality is one of the perks,” Obi encouraged him. Zachary exhaled as he said this, leaning back into his seat - as if that would reduce his tenseness. He knew that everyone sinned. Even pure angels. But it still seemed easier for him to do what he knew was right by Heavenly standards and leave. The waitress came with their drinks and everyone took a shot to celebrate the beginning of Zachary’s new and free life as a fallen brother. He raised his glass briefly before he drowned it, making a grimace at the terrible taste that followed. “There you go, it’ll help you relax a bit,” Efram said with a chuckle, which made Zachary smile as well, trying his best to put those thoughts aside for the time being.

Everyone turned their attention to the stage as a male voice presented the next performance. Heaven. Eden. The analogy made him look at the guys. “Wow, talk about kismet,” one of them commented as the group were all heavenly beings. But Zachary couldn’t help but think there was something sacrilegious about her taking the name of Eden. After all, it was considered one of the most protected and holy places of Heaven. The crowd was clapping and cheering loudly at the introduction, reminding him of the fact that he wasn't anywhere near the real Heaven. He placed his arm on the table to turn himself towards the stage. The lights illuminated her, giving her an almost goddess-like appearance. He watched her dance sensually to the music, admiring her captivating beauty as he'd never seen anything like it before. He knew that she was paid to flirt with all men, sending those irresistible glances to many others in the room, but the moment she glanced his way, he felt his heart skip a beat. He returned her smile before she looked away from him again and one of the guys nudged him. “She sure reminds me of the real Eden,” the guy said, taking a sip of his drink while his gaze rested with her. It hurt Zachary to think about the fact that he'd never see Heaven again, but he hoped that he'd start to think like the other fallen angels and find joy in everything that Earth had to offer instead.

When the performance ended, a few of the guys whistled at her while the whole crowd seemed to go berserk with applause. Zachary gazed at the money that people had thrown on the stage, not quite understanding the gesture of doing so. The guys talked and joked for a while, all with a glass of champagne in their hand when Eden returned to them. The guys chuckled at her comment, some of them taking a sip of the golden liquid. It was no secret that angels liked the finer things in life. But Zachary was the closets in being a king out of the bunch. At least, when you considered that his father was considered a chief prince. “Your performance was amazing,” Obi complimented her, something that the rest of the guys clearly agreed on by their admiring gazes. “Well, I’m sure Zachary would love one of those,” he replied as he turned his gaze to Zachary with a wink. “Oh no,” he said with a smile, trying to brush off their idea. He would be the last person in here to know what to do in that situation. He’d never been in a place like this before. He hadn’t even been with any woman, let alone someone like her. “Nonsense… I’ll pay. It’s about time someone takes him closer to Heaven again,” Efram said, looking from Zachary to Eden with a smile on his lips. “We’ll book your next available time,” he added before he took a sip of his champagne. The others could always order a private session at the bar with any of the girls, but it was almost too good to skip out on someone like Eden. And if anyone had to get that experience with her, it was Zachary. He didn’t know how to respond to this, so he just looked at Efram after he’d said it before he turned his gaze to Eden. He didn’t know what a private session meant, but he assumed it to be a private dance of some sort. The thought of that already made him incredibly nervous, so he took a large sip of his champagne, hoping that it would dull his nerves.

The guys seemed rather excited about Zachary going with her, and although he felt like it was wrong of him to do so, he couldn't help but feel intrigued at the same time. He looked at her hesitantly. “Don’t make me push you,” Obi said jokingly as he noticed this, making Zachary stand up before he walked with her, feeling the warmth of her hand spread to the rest of his body. He knew that he was way in over his head for doing this, but he couldn't help but think that he was meant to be here with her. The thought was absurd, no doubt, but it was what he felt in her presence. He glanced around the room as they entered it, moving his gaze to her as she claimed that he’d met other guys like him. “I highly doubt that,” he said as it was hard to believe that many virgins angels entered a place like this, but perhaps this was a prejudice of his. He still hadn’t gotten used to the modern music of Earth, but he liked the relaxing tune that she played. It reminded him of a classical piece that he’d played in Heaven. He sent her a smile as she said she wasn’t as scary or unholy as he might think but everything about this was intimidating to him. Being all alone with her didn’t exactly help that. She said that they could just talk if he wanted to but even that seemed foreign to him considering where they were. He sat down next to her, folding his hands in his lap as he looked at her. “I’d like that,” he said, hoping that it was okay with her. “If you don’t mind me asking. What usually happens at these private sessions?” he asked, curious to know more about her lifestyle and wether his initial thought had been wrong. He sincerely wanted to know more about life from her perspective. Just like he'd wanted to understand the fallen angels' point of view of the world. It was all so distant and refreshing in comparison to the doctrines of Heaven.

He looked into her eyes for a moment as she returned his question, something in his expression revealing that he thought his guess would be wrong. Because how could he know when he didn’t understand the concept of a strip club to begin with? He raised a surprised brow as she suggested to show him instead, watching her as she got up from the couch. If his heart wasn’t already beating out of his chest, it certainly was now. He inhaled a deep breath to calm his nerves as she moved to the music before she placed herself on top of him, grinding herself against his groin. An explosion of emotions occurred inside of him, making a glass on the table levitate. “Heaven, huh?” he asked nervously, looking into her eyes as he tried to maintain control of his telekinesis. As she went on to explain the concept of it, a hint of confusion could be seen in his eyes. He knew that she referred to sexual desire, but how was he supposed to know what that felt like? He’d never been with a woman before or allowed his mind to fantasize about it. Sex and lust had always been something he’d reserved for marriage. For a time when a couple was ready to turn their love into life. Still, he felt the instinctual excitement press against his pants, not able to deny that she already fulfilled a desire of his. He shook his head at her next question, although he was sure that it’d been clear to tell the moment she’d laid eyes on him. He let her guide his hand to her hips, feeling her soft skin underneath them as he looked up at her face. “I haven’t experienced much, to be honest,” he admitted, letting one of his hands caress her skin where it rested. He hadn’t even kissed anyone, although he’d wanted to kiss Leta many times. However each time he'd stopped himself, not wanting to jeopardize their friendship and the place that he had with her and her family. “Is Eden your real name?” he asked, thinking that it'd be rather ironic if it was true.

Zachary had never been this close to a woman before, so as if he wasn’t overwhelmed enough by that, she also gave him permission to touch her wherever he wanted. His emotions would surely spin out of control if he did that. He looked into her eyes as she leaned closer to him, forgetting all about breathing as she replied to his question. It was quite the selling point, claiming to bring customers closer to paradise. He had no doubt that many men felt that way in her presence. The answer to her question wasn’t a simple one. He wanted to try everything, knowing that he still had a long way to go when it came to Earthly gratifications. But as he glanced at her lips, he could only think of one thing. “Will you kiss me?” he asked as he’d always been curious about what that felt like. “It doesn’t have to be on the lips,” he clarified, unsure of whether he’d asked for something unacceptable. He lowered his gaze to her bosom as she removed her bra, making the glass drop rapidly to the table. He glanced down at her hands as she started to unbutton his shirt. His muscles tensed as his excitement intensified. Somewhere? Every inch of his body screamed for her to touch him, but he couldn’t deny that there was a place that outweighed all others. Begging for her to stay every time she rubbed herself against him. Not that he’d directly ask that of her. The mere thought was beyond sinful. Zachary knew that he ought to get up and leave the room. Resist the temptation of lust. But for some reason, it had gotten easier for him to forget all moral and reason in her presence. Perhaps his morality manipulation helped him regarding this. He wasn't sure. “Take it slow,” he pleaded as he looked into her golden eyes. He had already found it difficult to keep his telekinesis under control and he’d yet to learn how to control the abilities that came with being fallen. After all, the last thing he wanted was to ruin anything.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized as she took notice of the glass. It had always been a challenge to control his abilities whilst he was experiencing strong emotions. He closed his eyes as she leaned in and pressed her soft lips against his neck, not anticipating it to feel as amazing as it did. He felt slightly reassured as she nodded to his plea, but the moment her lips met his, he felt like they were going a thousand miles an hour. He'd never felt anything like it. He moved his arms around her, pulling her closer to him as he only ached for the feelings to last. He looked at her as she said he was safe with her. His eyes glimmering in the reflection of the lights. Then she invited him to touch her once more, but everything about this was already incredibly overwhelming to him. She had just given him his first kiss, and right now, he didn’t know how his body could ever calm down from that. As she kissed him again and whispered against his lips, he tried to focus on her words. He slowly moved his left hand from her hip to her bosom. His hand trembling as he reached her breast, caressing it gently. Her kisses drove him wild, and unconsciously he raised the level of serotonin and dopamine inside of them, enhancing the happiness he felt. As the moments passed, he'd traced every inch of her upper body, every feminine curve and delicate feature. Keeping all his worrying thoughts locked in a vault inside his mind. Instead, more sinful and curious thoughts crossed his mind. “How does it feel to go all the way?” he asked, interested to know her view on the act. Hoping that the question wasn't inappropriate to her. But as someone who knew nothing about it, he was beyond curious to know more.

He listened to her words with a sincere interest and it was clear to tell that his body yearned to experience it. His breathing got more unsteady as she went on with the explanation. His mind swirling with thoughts of what it all would feel like. However, he hadn't expected her to ask him if he wanted to feel it with her. He hadn’t even considered that they offered that at this place, but then again, he had little knowledge about most things on Earth. He felt her lips caress his own again before she promised that to be gentle. At this moment he hadn’t wanted to give in to the passion more. But he couldn’t. He glanced away from her to take a deep breath before he let out a nervous chuckle. “No, no… no, this… this is more than I could have ever hoped for,” he said, feeling the conflict emerge inside of him. Telling him that the pleasure she spoke of was false. That it was a lie from the devil. And if he was going to do it for the first time with anyone, he wanted it to be with someone he loved. Only then would the intimacy be real. He returned his eyes to her, struggling between his many thoughts and desires. “I want my first time to be with someone I love,” he clarified, hoping that she’d understand it had nothing to do with her. Because he did want to feel it. More than anything at this moment. But he knew better than to expect her to want to see him after this. That she was into dating or monogamy. Reminding himself of the fact that she only did this because she was paid to do so. “I’ve really loved this, however… as in, I never want these feelings to end,” he admitted with a faint smile as he looked at her face. His heart still beating like crazy in his chest. He felt like he finally understood the temptation of sin, but more so, he was relieved to know that he still had the conflict inside of him. That he hadn’t fallen in every sense of the word.