Off the World

Mercy was as smooth as quicksilver in the club. She let the undulating bodies guide her rather than fight them and bounced around like a pinball, keeping one drunk eye as Clyde tried to muscle his way through. She laughed as she circled around, finding Clyde's confusion utterly delicious.

Once she had circled around, she slipped up behind Clyde and crashed into him,wrapping one arm around his and pressing her palm into his chest as her body pushed against him while she swayed to the beat. "You're sssupposed to dance out here, Clyde!"

Mercy jabbed her knee into the back of Clyde's leg to try and get him to move a little. "Daaaaaancee!" She commanded with an alcohol laced slur. Meanwhile her other hand snuck around until her fingers slipped over the bulge in his pants and clamped down just a bit. "You've gotta moove your whole body, Clyde!"

Clyde was not smooth right now. He was roughly squeezing and bouncing off of the club goers in his search for Mercy, getting bumped around to a point where he actually lost her and couldn't seem to figure out where the heck she was. "Aww hell..." He muttered as he looked around, failing to see her at all before he felt someone collide into his back.

"Ooh!" He stumbled just a bit after the crash, but he knew who it was the moment he felt a familiar arm wrapping around him and a soft hand on his chest. Clyde flushed immediately, feeling her soft chest press against his back while her hips and thighs would graze him with every bump and sway Mercy gave to the continuous beat of the sing.

"Merc- Oh!" A sudden knee to his leg makes Clyde move a little bit before he feels a hand travel down and down until it slides across his bulge for before taking it in her hand.

"!!" Clyde's eyes shot wide as he blushed furiously while giving an intelligible sound once his joystick instantly stood up in attention for Mercy, rising and stiffening in her hand. She made the boy want to shut down and melt right there in her hot clutches.

"Y-Ya sure that needs ta' move...?" He muttered to her through a series of panting breaths, she was getting him hot and bothered, he wasted no more time to start rocking and swaying his hips, rolling his shoulders and bouncing on his feet to the beat of the music while turning his head to look at Mercy out the corner of his eye. He was doing the best he could while this hottie was behind him and not in front of him. He had never danced like this or at the command of someone else but for Mercy, he was doing it.

"Whole body!" Mercy blurted and squeezed Clyde's shaft as it stiffened in her grip. "Eheh... You'rre sssoooo bad, Clyde..." She said. "Yyou can't be getting a BONER just because I'm t-touching you." She continued and rubbed her hand up and down his chest until her hand slipped up his neck and turned his head.

"I shouldn't even BE touching you!" She whispered into his ear as she ground against him. She never let go of his manhood, even as her fingers awkwardly ran along his face, touching his cheek and lips. "Ssso, who have you been fucking hile we've been broken up, Clyde? Was it Keiko?" She slurred. "Did you say my name instead of herss, Clyde?"

"M-Mer-! Hnnn!" Clyde's dancing was haltered by Mercy's sudden squeeze on his hard cock, blushing deeply as she called him bad and teased him further. He felt like putty in her hands. He missed her and he missed being touched like this by her. "I... Ain't tryin ta'..." He tried to tell her.

He panted deeply as she caressed him, turning his face to reveal his flustered face to her, subtly moving his hips as she ground against him. "M-Mercy..." He groaned as he felt her hand going over his face, cheek and lips, opening them slightly as if wanting to invite her finger in.

Her question threw him off a little and made his eyes widen. "N-No...body. Nobody..." He said at first, drunk or not, she was making him think.

"...She's so drunk!" He thought. "I never fucked Keiko, bab- Er... Mercy!"

"Mmmmhmmmm..."

Mercy hummed at Clyde's response. She gave his bulge a squeeze. "Goood boy!" She chirped and then laughed. "Ha, wellll, do you waaant to?" She said, turning her head and looking off into the crowd. "Orrrr, have you been saving yourself for ifff I come back, huh? Thassso CUTE!"

Mercy sighed and leaned against Clyde's back, slowing her movements a bit. "Do you still wanna fuck me, Clyde?"

Clyde shivered and bit his lip when Mercy gave him a squeeze, being called a good boy like that felt oddly good.

"N-Nah..." He tried to deny. It wasn't a lie but he would still doubt that answer if he was Mercy. Instead, she made him feel very embarrassed with her public exclamation and blushed fiercely in front of her as she leaned against his back.

The idea that he saved himself for her sounded so cheesy. But hearing her sigh and lean on him, it was nice. Made it feel all worth it. That was until he heard her question that made his eyes shoot wide.

The cowboy lowered his head and bit his lip as he mulled over the answer, he closed his eyes tightly and inwardly cursed himself before trying to turn around and face Mercy, putting his hands on her waist.

"Mercy... I... You are drunk-as-hell." Clyde said quickly after some hesitation. "Lets get ya home!" He barked over the music.

Mercy's brow knit as Clyde turned around, her arms falling limp against her sides as they stalled in the middle of the dance floor. She stared at his chest and lifted up her finger to poke him. "You WOULD like that, wwwouldn't you?!" She said.

Mercy lifted her head and her eyes fluttered. "Issat it, Clyde?" She slurred. "You just want me to tell you where I live ssso you can follow me and... and..." Mercy stopped and looked at Clyde's hands. "Oooook." She said, reaching out with both of hers to grab one of his. "We can go home and have a llil ffun." She said and looked up at him. "Buut dontell Keiko, eheh..." She leaned in and whispered, looking out at the dance floor.

"Or Clyde."

"I would..." He admitted dryly but very quietly after catching the poor, limp former secretary. He frowned deeply at her following words before she grabbed his hand. Mercy while sober never seemed to want him at her place.

"A hotel then..." He added still blushing, honestly picturing him and Mercy having sex again and it wasn't a bad idea... But...

He'd nod when Keiko was brought up, wondering where the heck she even was, but all those thoughts were thrown out the window when he heard Mercy whisper into his hear, making his eyes widen, staring at her for a moment.

Who did drunk Mercy think he was? And why would she care if he knew she was going home with someone else?

He shook it off.

"He'll be fine." He remarked before tugging Mercy off the dance floor to head back to bar, about to see if he could find Keiko but ended up seeing her at the bar with some guy in a leather jacket instead.

"Keiko!" Clyde called to her. She perked her head up before she and the guy looked to him and Mercy, the former looking at the drunk pink haired woman. "Mercy-Chan!" She beamed happily.

"Oh! Clyde-Sama this is Joe-Kun from University..." She added, introducing a young man in his twenties with a buzz cut.

"Pleasure." He added in perfect English as he and Clyde shook hands before giving a light bow and smile to Mercy.


"Nice ta meetcha... Listen... Keiko, sorry ta' cut things shot here but Mercy needs help gettin' home, so I'ma take her back, you comin' along or...? He asked the girl who would shake her head and smile.

"Oh no thank you, Clyde-Sama. I'd rather stay and uh... Catch up with Josuke-Kun and..." She blushed and grinned sheepishly. The guy did the same.

"Right! Well... See y'all!" He said abruptly. "Say bye, Mercy." Clyde added while guiding Mercy carefully out of the club.

"I'm not going to a hotel!" Mercy said, stamping her feet until Keiko showed up. She stared at the girl with a mix of intrigue and jealously as they politely greeted. She put on her best fake smile and nodded back. "It's so great to see you again..." She muttered. She turned and looked at Clyde as she asked Keiko to come. What was his problem!? Either way, her and her boy toy were gone.

"Bye, Mercy." She said and crossed her arms under her chest, watching Keiko leave as Clyde pulled her out of the club. She wasn't resisting, but she definitely wasn't cooperating the best she could. "She's a skank." Mercy said matter-of-factly. "Issthat the kind of girl you like now, Clyde?" She said as they stepped out into the cool Tokyo night. Mercy then blew a lock of pink hair out of her face, only to have it flop back against her.

"Fine, no hotel." He said, trying not to laugh when she stomped her foot before pulling her out of the club

He frowned at Mercy's words but noted something was wrong with her. Was she... Jealous?

"She ain't a skank. She was just a friend." He said factually before calling for a cab and trying to scoot Mercy inside before following her in.

"Yer cute when yur pouty" he muttered after closing the door, trying to mess with her. "Where we goin?" He didn't know where she lived.