Into the Light, page 4
part #2 of Dark Angel Series
“No... It can get hard. It’s just really tight in here.” He squirmed.
“And the color? What is that, Iris Purple?” Elijah asked.
“The fact that you even know that is pretty gay, dude. Besides, it’s violet blue.”
I roared in hysterics as he mentioned the color. Only a pussy-whipped married guy like Rocky would wear violet blue. Most likely to scare off any pussy that came near him tonight. As Rocky continued to justify his choice for tight feminine colored jeans, the topless waitresses continued to serve us drinks. By the tenth round I was losing focus.
“I’m surprised Adriana let you out tonight. Wait…this better not be your bachelor party because this is way too tame!”
“Me, out? I’m surprised Nikki undid your chain from the street post.”
“At least I’m guaranteed great pussy every night. It’ll happen to you, Elijah, when you get hitched.”
“Please stop talking about Elijah and pussy. He’s marrying my sister. C’mon Rocky, this was supposed to be a pain free night,” I whined.
“Oh yeah, my bad. Anyways so look, all I’m saying is that sometimes you need to spice things up a little, keep that fire going. For example one time, Nikki did actually use the dog chain on me. Made me eat her out for like an hour.” He lifted his glass with a wide shit-eating grin on his face.
“I’m not a bondage type of guy. We’re more into kama sutra, exploring different positions.”
“OH FUCK, NO ELIJAH, YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT.” Raising my voice I accidently tipped some bourbon into the peanut bowl. No one ever ate that shit, except for Rocky.
“Let’s change subjects perhaps.” Elijah frowned.
“OH YES!” Rocky cheered. The music started playing and Madonna’s Like a Virgin played over the speakers. The strippers strutted their stuff on the stage, all dressed in white virginal looking bodices with their little white thongs. The older girl pulled Rocky up onto the stage due to his over enthusiastic reaction to the song.
“Damn, those jeans look even tighter when the spotlight’s on.” Elijah winced.
“Fuck man, I think you can see the shape of his balls.” I scowled.
Rocky moved on the stage, mimicking the strippers as they slid up and down the pole. The sight was good and bad at the same time. Moments later he was surrounded by the three girls, tits all bouncing in his face. He looked like he was in titty heaven – that was until his face turned bright red and his goofy grin was replaced by an embarrassed, forced smile.
“What’s up with him?” I asked.
“I don’t know. You reckon he blew in those pants?”
“Fuck, he couldn’t have. I don’t know how you could possibly get hard in those,” I wondered out loud.
“I don’t know but he looks uncomfortable. Wait, he’s coming our way.”
“Dude, why the face? You jizz in your pants?”
“No...” he answered defensively. He turned around, unsure of what I was looking for but it stared me right in the face: a giant split in the seam of his pants right down the middle of his ass.
“DUDE!” Elijah and I roared in unison.
“Fuck you, guys... It was fine till Destiny told me to crouch down so I could smell her pussy,” he whimpered.
“Well why the fuck did you crouch down to do that?” Elijah asked.
“Because I wanted to smell it!”
“Dude, I don’t think that pussy smells any good. More like a sea bass that has been sitting out for days.”
“Oh shit, man. Sea bass is one of my mother’s famous recipes,” I complained.
“I know,” chuckled Elijah.
“I need more drinks,” Rocky whined.
The rounds kept coming and the three of us were way too intoxicated to understand each other’s conversation. Someone could’ve tried to sell me Brooklyn Bridge and I would’ve bought it. I watched the strippers gyrate throughout the night; by then my vision had blurred and I knew it was coming to an end before I passed out. The music changed once again, this time playing Usher’s Make Love in the Club. It was soothing compared to the rest of the shit they played. A young girl walked slowly onto the stage. She looked different...she was a brunette. My eyes fixed on her. She wore a pale pink bra with a matching thong. She had long brown hair that sat above her waist. She looked new, maybe a rookie. She took to the pole closing her eyes ignoring the men in the front who yelled vulgar words at her. As she opened her eyes they met mine. Big chocolate brown eyes fixated on me. I felt a slight stir in my pants. It was time to leave.
Chapter 3
Charlie
Delete-delete-delete. The emails were coming thick and fast but I chose to ignore them…him. What was he going to tell me? It was all manipulated by the media and he was the victim? Bullshit. I was stronger than this, I didn’t need him. If I could handle seven years without him then I could get through this. At least that’s what I kept telling myself.
Eric came to my rescue in the parking lot. He saw me at my most vulnerable moment. He wanted to take me up to my apartment but I refused. Instead he grabbed some of my things and took me to his place. I sobbed the entire way, and he looked at me, helpless. He was unable to ask the questions that lingered and I was unable to give him answers. But I picked myself up the only way I knew how: putting my head in the sand, ignoring the situation and pretending it didn’t exist.
After my big blow-up with Bulls, I avoided the office for a few days by working from home. I soon realized Lex would eventually track me down so I needed somewhere else to stay, somewhere he couldn’t find me. I reached into my purse and retrieved the number. She answered immediately and thankfully she was willing to help me out for a few nights. I met her in the hotel lobby. She rushed to my side and hugged me. It was just what I needed, a friend who wasn’t involved in this mess. Taking me up to her suite I couldn’t help but notice how nice it was; surely she must’ve been giving her boss serious head for this.
“Wow, this is amazing! I can’t thank you enough. The shit’s hit the fan and I really needed a place to stay and a friend who wasn’t involved in the nightmare that was my sorry excuse for a life. I’m sorry, I didn’t know who else to ask.”
“Hey, don’t worry. There’s shit on my fan too. Arsehole was banging that beastly bird in that pic. I said goodbye to that tosser.”
“Oh my God, Kate. I’m so sorry.”
“Better now than later, right? Don’t worry, I met this gorgeous Navy guy last weekend and can I just discuss how yummy that rebound was? I’m so done and dusted with that Aussie jerk and found better and bigger fish in the sea…one with better gills if you know what I mean.” She winked.
Of course I knew what she meant. His cock was bigger and better, always a plus.
“Arghh excuse me for just one second, the boss calls.” She answered the call with an annoyed look on her face. “Good afternoon, sir.” She remained on the line while I walked towards the window admiring the view of the park. It was early morning in the city that never sleeps which was busy as usual, even with a storm that was due to come in over the next forty-eight hours. I watched as people scurried along, zig-zagging in and out of the crowds, obviously late for work. The tourists were walking around in awe, snapping photos of everything in sight. I watched the few homeless people who roamed the streets, lost in their own little world. How in that moment I envied their strength, to carry on every day despite their shitty circumstances.
“Yes, she got the contracts. No, I don’t know her assistant refused to give me that information. Okay…okay, thank you, Sir.” She hung up the phone.
“Sir?” I asked teasing. “Sounds kinda kinky.”
“Oh trust me, it’s not. Charlie, you look like a truck ran over you so tell me what’s been happening. I assume your love life has gone tits up?”
“I don’t really want to talk about it. Everyone is pushing me and I just need to not think about it for a while if that’s okay.”
“Fair enough. How about we grab a drink tonight? Let’s have fun and forget about our man troubles.”
“Deal.”
Her phone started buzzing again and this time she rolled her eyes. “I’m sorry, I have to take this again.”
“Hello, sir. Yes... Yes. No, there is no way out. Why? Because the board requested you be there. Uh huh... Uh huh, look, I’ll be there in ten minutes and we can speak then. Yes...okay.” She hung up the phone.
“Bugger me, it’s been a sodding week from fucking hell. I’m ready to explode after the shit that’s gone down with work. Anyways, just gotta meet my boss. He’s gone crazy I swear but I feel sorry for him. It’s not all his fault.”
“Sounds like fun. Remember, think of me if he gets over this chick and needs some great rebound sex,” I called out.
She laughed as she exited the room.
Later that night Kate and I went out for drinks, and I mean plural (I lost count after eight). We had a blast and even got chatting with a few guys. I wasn’t into this whole thing of course, but she took to a hot bartender. The next morning we suffered from massive hangovers and I was awoken by Kate’s cell repeatedly going off. Fuck, the damn thing wouldn’t shut up. I pulled myself off the sofa to reject the call but thankfully it stopped. It was around eight when we both sat down to eat some breakfast.
“My head hurts. Who the hell calls you so early in the morning?”
“Argh was it ringing?” she stood up and grabbed her cell. “Shit. It was my boss. Fuck.”
“Oh my God, Kate, come work for me. I swear he keeps busting your chops.”
“Yeah I know but I kinda understand why he is so short fused. I mean the girl that he is irrevocably in love with isn’t talking to him and to be honest, it’s not even his fault, you know.”
It sounded all too familiar. “Well, if it isn’t his fault then he needs to make her realize that, whatever it might take.”
“I think the damage has already been done.”
“No, I’m sure it can be sorted. He just needs to be honest.”
I decided I needed one more day to stay in and remain on the down low. Kate left to get her day sorted. We agreed to go out with Eric tonight and when Eric takes you out it means you will be hung-over all weekend. I shook my head trying to wash away the nauseating feeling that was nagging me. There was something I needed to sort out.
That evening she walked into her kitchen and I managed to smile at her. In typical Bulls fashion she gave me the stern look before I broke down crying. She instantly held onto me and I cried because the weight of it all was too much. We went into the den where she sat me down, not saying a word.
“I’m sorry, Bulls. The words I said to you... I didn’t mean it. I was just so angry.” She remained silent allowing me to speak. “This was the final straw. He proved to me once again he can’t be trusted. I will never be the only one in his life no matter how much he tells me he loves me. I’ve been down this road before and no chance in hell do I want to feel that pain again. I’m better than this; I know I’m better than this and I deserve someone better than this...like Julian.”
“Charlie, I’m not taking his side, okay, but have you stopped for a moment and thought about the possibility that this is fabricated? You’re not dealing with some hick town country boy anymore. He is a billionaire. He has paparazzi following his every move. Stuff like this was bound to happen, there’s always some slut trying to ride his coattails and make a quick buck.”
“You can’t possibly believe that, Bulls?”
“Do you remember a few years back when that photo of Rocky was published in that trashy rag and it looked like he was getting a blow job from that skanky cheerleader? Do you remember how upset I got and the words you said to me?”
“Yes. I said there’s an explanation for everything and that you needed to trust the man who made vows to be with you till death do you part. I don’t even know him anymore.”
I said those words…I made those vows.
“Charlie, what’s really got you bugging that you can’t forgive him?”
It was now or never. I had to talk because it was the only way to set it free. I took a deep breath ready to pour my heart and soul out to her. There was a rapid knock on the door before Rocky burst in.
“Sorry, babe, Will’s really sick. He just puked up again.”
Bulls rushed out of the room and I followed quickly behind her.
“Mommy, I don’t feel good,” he cried. She wrapped him in her arms and sat him on her lap next to the toilet bowl. Grabbing a cool washcloth, I knelt down and wiped his forehead.
“Honey, was it something you ate?”
“Jerry and Simon both went home yesterday because they vomited on the playground. Mrs. Jackson went home today because she said she had an upset tummy.”
Oh great. The stomach bug had officially entered the zone. I spent an hour with Bulls and Will before deciding to head back home. I promised Bulls we would catch up over the next few days. She apologized but I totally understood. He was her world and she was the type of mom any kid would be lucky to have.
…
“Seriously Charlie, fluorescent pink?”
“Yes, Kate. If I have to wear fluorescent yellow then you have to wear pink.”
“And the whistle?”
“Eric said you had to wear these colors and a whistle around your neck. I don’t know the protocol of the gay scene,” I huffed. “Okay, listen, I need to take a shower. Eric should be here any second now. In the meantime, make sure you put on the dress and whistle or he’ll feed you to the gay herd and let me tell you it’s not pretty.”
I closed the bathroom door and took a nice long hot shower. Maybe a bit too long, as I stood there, my mind wandering to how long it had been since Lex touched me last. Yeah, like five fucking days. I thought about Bulls words. Okay, so part of me was coming round, but fuck, it was Friday night and I wasn’t going to spend it wallowing or masturbating in the shower over someone I couldn’t have. I quickly got dressed and examined my face. Fuck, I had lost weight and the bags under my eyes were evident. I put my makeup on with dark eyeliner, more so than usual to hide the circles. I placed my hair in a high side ponytail and adjusted my strapless dress. I was ready to hit the gay scene. Oh wait, my shoes and whistle. I left the bathroom in search of these two most important items.
“Oh, hey, so I’m glad you were in the shower, you would have just encountered the beast.”
“Who? Your boss?” I asked amused.
“Yep, had to drop off urgent papers.”
“It’s Friday night!”
“Everything is urgent with him.”
“Why didn’t you invite him to come out with us? Or better yet, you should have sent his hot ass into the bathroom to pay me a visit. I surely could have used it.”
“Oh Charlie, I’m sure he would have gladly taken you on!”
The knock on the door broke me from my shower fantasy. It was Eric loaded with whistles.
“You said we had to wear one whistle, E,” I pointed out.
“I brought spares in case you forgot.” He blew the whistle, ouch it hurt my ear.
“Oh, we didn’t forget, trust me.”
“Oh, hello there, darling!” He leaned in kissing Kate on both cheeks.
“You biatches look hot to trot. Are you ready to watch a bunch of gay guys get it on? I want to be walking like John Wayne tomorrow.”
“Oh my days, TMI,” I muttered.
Kate laughed, pulling me with her and closing the door behind her.
After waiting in line for only a short time, we were allowed to enter the club. Okay, so I’d never been in a gay club before but it was exactly what I imagined. The club was dark, crowded, and the heavy scent of sweat lingered in the air. Eric called this ‘man juice’. The neon lights flickered like a light show, the techno beats bounced off the walls, almost trance-like, the atmosphere euphoric. The men were wearing fluro jocks. I felt extremely overdressed, not to mention conscious of the fact that we looked like the only women here.
“E, aren’t you a little overdressed?” I yelled over the music.
He smiled, removing his pants and shirt and handing them to the cloak guy that wore nothing but a fluro pink thong with the words ‘hands off snakey’ written on the front. I laughed out loud.
Everyone had a whistle, all being blown to the beat of the music. We made our way to the bar where, thankfully, girls were hanging out. We looked at each other, and although they were strangers, we threw each other a big smile and said hello. Well, at least we didn’t have to worry about sleazes trying to pick us up at the bar.
“So what are we ordering to drink?” Kate asked.
“A round of Daisy Chains please!” Eric yelled to the bartender.
“What’s a Daisy Chain?” Kate asked.
“The drink, I don’t know. The act, don’t ask.”
The drink turned out to be Sambuca shots. The smell of the anise was strong and I winced as I swallowed it. Holy fuck, that was surely gonna kill me! Urgh the aftertaste was rancid. Next drink was called a Candy Maker. It was actually tequila. The night carried on with lewd, homosexually named drinks being served to us. We loosened up and started dancing. It didn’t bother me that I was surrounded by sweaty males with bodies to die for, or the fact that they all had their tongues down each other’s throats. We just got lost in the trance, enjoying the carefree buzz. Kate was beyond smashed. I was not far behind her. As I danced, I felt my tiny purse vibrate. I pulled out my phone, squinting to read it.
Charlotte please, I am so lost without you
1 Voicemail message
It was Lex. My heart skipped a beat reading the message. Maybe it was the Daisy Chains and Candy Makers that loosened me up but suddenly I felt the urge to listen to the voicemail and not delete it like the other dozen I had this week. I motioned to Kate I was going to check my cell but she was too preoccupied being sandwiched in between two guys that loved dancing with a straight girl.
I made my way over to the corner and pressed into my voicemail, covering my other ear to drown out the music.
Please talk to me. I can’t go on like this. We said we would start over but you’re not here with me, you’re not even talking to me. Charlotte, listen to me when I say you can trust me. This is not what it seems. I need you... I need us to be okay. Please talk to me.
