Based on the volume 10 extras

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Chloé descended a set of dark stairs that broke off from the bustling main street. They led down towards a surprisingly innocuous door illuminated by a pale white-gold light. The small passage down smelled lightly of alcohol, not enough to be unpleasant but enough to tickle the edges of her senses, and the walls were decorated with faded posters of men in suits. Only one drew her eye for any longer than a glance.

When she reached the final step she carefully adjusted her stance - feeling herself rock a little on the slightly taller than usual heels, and fixed any out of place hair so it sat perfectly. Satisfied, she pushed the door open and waltzed inside, breathing in the heady atmosphere. In front of her stretched a room scattered with people seated on grey couches and stools, drinking and chatting under the dim light of the chandeliers, classical music wafting through the air.

"Good evening, Mademoiselle."

She fixed the elegant man with a wan smile. "Good evening."

She knew him. Somewhat. A former host and current manager of the establishment. Johann his name was. They'd had limited correspondence, though she had let him know her intentions of visiting that night. It seemed prudent to get permission considering the circumstances.

"Which of our hosts would you like to meet first? We have a rather handsome selection for a discerning lady such as yourself, if I do say so myself." He waved a hand at a display with pictures of all his hosts.

It was an amusing sham to present her with the 'menu', as if they weren't both aware of who she had come to see. As if it wasn't all premeditated. She played along, pretending to ponder it for a while before pointing to her chosen target.

"This one will do."

"Very good, Mademoiselle. Please take a seat over there," he indicated an empty couch distanced nicely apart from other customers and hosts. "I will fetch him for you."

Chloé sat down where he had directed her and waited, crossing one leg over the other. The slit in the dress made it quite comfortable. It didn't take long before she saw her selected host making his way over. His stride stuttered for a moment when they locked eyes but Jean-Jacques still slid into the chair opposite her with professional detachment. A small table was all that separated them.

Chloé watched his brows furrow and his lips purse as he took her in. His eyes flicked over her dark blue evening dress briefly. It was new and she was sure he noticed, she had bought it specially after all. Although, given his reaction, he was still too wrong-footed to consider complimenting her on it. The silence stretched on as Chloé watched the gears turn in his brain, imagining steam coming out of his ears from how hard he was thinking. He probably needed help understanding her game.

"Um, it's nice to meet you," she started. "I'm Millie. I've never been to a host club before, it's almost embarrassing." She poorly faked a nervous giggle. "You'll have to forgive my inexperience. Shall we have a drink together?"

He didn't introduce himself in return, or say anything at all, before excusing himself to the bar to get drinks. Chloé observed him quietly, hiding the smirk pulling at her lips behind a demure hand. He wasn't quite playing along yet but he wasn't refusing her altogether either. It was cute.

He returned with two glasses of champagne, setting them both down delicately. Chloé smiled at him around her glass as she took a thoughtful sip. He didn't touch his. Really, he was being a rather terrible host. She supposed she'd have to push things along and remind him of his job. Funny as it was to see his complete inability to reconcile the merging of his private life with his professional, she didn't want to spend her time and money on a night with an unresponsive partner.

"What are you doing over there?" Chloé peered up at him, slightly predatory. "Why not come sit beside me?"

As the host it should have been his job to initiate the flirting, not that Chloé minded. His hesitance was plenty entertaining. Jean-Jacques got up stiffly from his seat and did as she asked. The couch was small enough that their shoulders presssed together. They weren't unused to touching usually but the contact burned with tension. Her stare bored into him as he resolutely looked straight ahead, towards the wall and, notably, the exit. Eventually he opened his mouth.

"Chloé, I'm at work."

"Chloé?" She repeated innocently. "Who's that? I told you my name is Millie."

"Uh, um, but..." he sputtered and trailed off, instead turning to look down into her eyes pleadingly. He was clearly out of his depth and uncomfortable.

Although she had come with the express goal of teasing Jean-Jacques, Chloé took some pity on him. She wasn't trying to distress him, not seriously. She placed her hands over one of his gently. "If this is too hard for you I'll see you at home instead. I did consult with your boss to make sure it was all right I come here if that's what worries you. And tonight 'Millie' is a paying customer so do feel free to treat her like any other client."

"I can't do that," Jean-Jacques said quietly.

"Hm?" Chloé probed.

"I can't treat you like everyone else."

Chloé felt a wide smile split her face. "That's fine. Just do your best."

"Then..." Jean-Jacques turned the hand beneath hers over, grasping the fingers on her left hand carefully and lifting it to his mouth. He kissed her knuckles. "You look wonderful tonight, Mademoiselle Millie. Your dress is lovely."

Chloé imagined if he were saying that to anyone else he'd stutter sweetly. It was unfortunate he no longer got easily embarrassed around her. But she did feel pleasantly warm seeing how assured he was flattering her specifically.

"I'm so glad to hear you say that." Chloé swirled her champagne coyly.

Jean-Jacques finally took some of his own drink, relaxing into the plush couch and saying softly, "I would prefer to see you in a dress I made next time."

Now that was something he wouldn't be saying to other customers.

"How forward!" Chloé laughed. "I'm afraid you'll have to get a few more drinks in me before you can convince me to agree to that."

"I can get you more drinks if you like, Mademoiselle Millie."

Chloé snorted. Not the most subtle attempt to get her to spend more money, yet she respected Jean-Jacques' commitment to earning his commission even under the circumstances.

"Drop the Mademoiselle and I'll even order something expensive for the both of us."

"That's a very generous offer, Millie."

Chloé gave him a smug look. "You're such an obedient boy."

Jean-Jacques had the gall to look proud of earning that accusation. Chloé nearly snorted again. She proceeded to select one of the most expensive red wines on offer for them and felt rather proud of the decision despite its considerable price tag. Even the sight of the deep red sent her mind to another similarly coloured indulgence, though that could wait until later. For the moment she was content to laze next to Jean-Jacques and see what silly host tricks he would try on her.

"Is it all right if I put my arm around you?" He asked after a while of quietly sipping wine.

She nodded her assent and immediately there was a warm weight around her shoulders, pulling her closer to his body. She hummed agreeably at the feeling. Chloé eventually turned herself further into him, slinging a leg over his lap so she was halfway to straddling him. Jean-Jacques tensed up immediately.

"Chlo- Millie, I'm afraid this isn't appropriate behaviour!" He protested, flushing. "We ask guests not to touch the hosts like this without permission."

"Then give me permission," she replied, shifting slightly to make her position more comfortable and getting even closer to him.

Jean-Jacques pushed her leg off regardless, forcing her to sit properly once again and wave of disappointment rushed over her. "Rules are the same for everyone. Please respect my right to refuse you or you'll be forced to leave."

Chloé scowled. So he had taken her seriously about treating her like any other customer. It was going to be hard to tease him now he'd already gotten used to her presence and she couldn't touch him either. At least he still had his arm around her.

They had a few more drinks and made idle, useless chatter. It was hard to find anything worth talking about while keeping up the charade that they didn't know one another. And Jean-Jacques didn't have that many practiced charming lines up his sleeve. Chloé imagined the women he saw tended to do most of the talking and his shy appeal did the rest of the work for him. It worked well enough on her, she could imagine Jean-Jacques was very popular. The thought made a familiar possessive feeling curl in her stomach. She raked her eyes over him, taking in his host persona.

"This pin is very pretty." Chloé leaned over him to trace the snowflake pin on his lapel. "You have wonderful taste."

"It was a gift."

"A gift you keep so close to your heart. How interesting."

"She wouldn't settle for anything less," Jean-Jacques said meaningfully.

"She sounds overbearing."

"She is."

Chloé grinned at him, slightly lopsided.

He smiled back. "Do you want to end the night here? You've had a bit to drink and I think we've had our fun. I can clock out and take you home. I'll even carry you."

"Oh, but don't first-time customers usually spend time with all the hosts to decide their favourite?" Chloé asked coquettishly. "I should spend time with the others too, shouldn't I?"

"No."

"That's not how it works?"

"Yes- No." Jean-Jacques made a frustrated noise. "I don't want you to."

"Aw you're jealous." Chloé poked his cheek. "Adorable."

"So what if I am?" he huffed.

"You'll have to make it up to me for keeping me from the full experience of a host club."

"Meaning?"

"This club offers blood drinking from its vampire hosts, doesn't it? I want that."

"That's only for customers of a certain rank. I'm not allowed to do that with just anyone who asks. I can drink your blood at home."

"I want to do it here. Make an exception."

"Chloé-"

"Millie."

Chloé saw the rebuttal forming on the tip of Jean-Jacques' tongue before he abruptly breathed out a defeated sigh. "I will ask Johann. If he says no that's the end of it."

He didn't give her time to negotiate, extracting himself from her and disappearing. Chloé waited patiently as the minutes ticked by. She wondered idly if Jean-Jacques was having trouble with his boss. When he came back he was bright red in the face and visibly jittery. He was so flustered.

"He... was already prepared for this. Apparently he assumed the night would lead this way." Jean-Jacques covered his blushing face with a hand and groaned. "I won't be repeating the exact details of the conversation."

"As long as I get what I want the details are unimportant. Now that we have permission, come on." Chloé tilted her head to the side and pressed a finger against her bare neck.

"What? No, not here! You think we provide this service in the same room as all the other hosts and customers!?"

"I don't mind."

"You..." Jean-Jacques shook his head. "Never mind. Follow me and we'll go to a private room."

Chloé acquiesced with a roll of her eyes. The room Jean-Jacques alluded to turned out to be one of a few curtained off alcoves at the back of the club. It was fairly spacious and had a rather comfortable, distinctly red, couch taking up a majority of the space. Chloé took a seat while Jean-Jacques closed the curtains, muffling the sounds of the club just beyond. It wasn't enough to completely drown out the noise and she had to wonder if the room really provided sufficient privacy.

When Jean-Jacques made his way over to her Chloé wasted no time dragging him down beside her and clambering into his lap. His hands automatically came to rest steadily at her waist and she happily cupped either side of his face.

"Are you comfortable?"

"I am." Jean-Jacques asserted. "Are you?"

Rather than answer Chloé directed his head to press against her neck, holding him down tight enough that she could feel his nose scrunch with the pressure. Her message was clear enough. Jean-Jacques followed the direction, burying his teeth in her flesh. Chloé shuddered at the feeling, closing her eyes as Jean-Jacques wrapped an arm around her back to hold her closer. She scraped her nails lightly against his scalp, feeling an appreciative vocalisation buzz against her neck in response.

His grip on her grew firmer, then she felt herself begin to tilt and blinked her eyes open. Jean-Jacques moved them delicately, laying her down slowly onto her back while continuing to drink from her veins. One of her legs slipped from the edge of the couch as Jean-Jacques positioned himself between them. Chloé draped her arms around his shoulders tightly, encouragingly.

"Good boy," she breathed. "Just like that."

He responded by sucking with increased fervour, letting her feel the way his tongue laved at every drop. He was desperate, like he was dying of thirst or like he hadn't tasted her countless times before. He was so adorably eager to please.

Chloé tugged him off with an authoritative pull of his hair. He whined even as he complied, and Chloé licked her lips at the sight of his face. He was flushed and panting, his previously neat hair falling all over his face and obscuring his eyes. Most delectable of all was the bright stain of her blood coating his lips and chin.

"I want your blood," Chloé declared.

"Guests aren't permitted to drink the hosts' blood, Millie," Jean-Jacques said pointedly.

"Who's that?" Chloé asked innocently, dragging him down again by the hair without resistance. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

She bit harshly into the side of his neck, high above his collar. His shaky exhale ghosted right against her ear and Chloé fancied he might have whispered her name. Her real name. The thought made her smile as she left little bites across his skin, only drinking meagre droplets from each. She could feel Jean-Jacques trembling with the effort not to place too much of his weight on top of her, though they were already pressed so close she could feel his heartbeat echoing through her ribs.

Chloé licked over her bite marks. "Mm, how is it, Jean-Jacques?"

He sat up slightly, enough to pull his bare skin out of reach from Chloé’s mouth. He also untangled Chloé's hand from his locks and held it in his own to keep her from pulling him back.

"Aren't I meant to be the one serving you tonight?" He said, scraping his teeth over her palm like an afterthought.

Chloé tilted her head, mussing her hair against the plush cushions beneath her. "Are you still talking to Millie?"

"No. But I was hoping to take care of you after being presented the opportunity."

Chloé laughed. "You really are adorable. Since you're asking so nicely, drink as much as you like. Show me everything you normally offer to your patrons."

"And more."

"And more," she agreed.

Jean-Jacques dipped his head into the juncture of her neck opposite where he had already bitten her. Chloé relaxed as he began his ministrations, encouraging him lightly. She managed to get her own samples of his blood here and there as he continued, despite her agreement to let him take the lead. It was simply too tempting. The voices and music past their veil of privacy eventually grew more subdued and started to fade altogether. They remained enveloped in one another until it was practically silent outside.

They stumbled out of the club after closing, when the only people left were a smattering of employees clearing up. Jean-Jacques had changed out of his suit and into casual clothes, though he had draped his jacket over Chloé's shoulders to hide the bloody state she was in. Johann hadn't missed their dishevelled condition as he waved them off. He even gave them a wink that made Jean-Jacques want to crawl into a hole and die.

At least Chloé looked pleased with herself. Jean-Jacques was glad she had enjoyed herself. He only had to hope she'd be satisfied with experiencing it just once.