She was limping up the stairs to get into her apartment carrying her shoes in one hand while finagling with her keys and purse in the other. She had learned an important lesson that night.
She liked soul music, R&B, jazz, and black guys. She was looking for an adventure. None of her girl friends had the balls to do what she was going to do tonight. Sure going out alone had its risks, but if you played your game right, you got first choice because there was no competition.
She carefully outlined her eyes and applied three layers of mascara to her lashes. Her complexion was flawless, and her long reddish hair hung straight down her back. She was a big girl with perfect proportions. Many of the brothers appreciated a woman with a little meat on her. She had a great chest and a nice round ass.
She dressed up in her long sleeve, low cut, black mini dress with matching black lace push up bra, bikini panties, and some black satin heels with clip-on rhinestones. She transferred forty dollars, a lipstick, a couple of condoms, and an individually wrapped wet nap into her black beaded mini purse with the strap. She figured she could wear the purse as an ornament over her shoulder while she held her drink and danced.
She called a cab and headed out for the night. She was only eighteen, but she could pass and get served. The band began playing at 8:00 PM. She didn’t tell anyone where she was going or what her intentions were. She was living on her own now, so who would really give a shit?
The cab dropped her off at the club. She paid the five dollar cover at the door without even as much as a second glace from the bouncer. Once inside it took a minute for her eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. She stalked around the room eyeing the possibilities. The band was about to start and the patrons were clamouring for their seats.
Since she was alone, she opted to go up a few stairs to the lounge section where she sat surveying the whole room. She would dance with a few guys, but her eyes were pinned on the lead singer. Damien and the Hi-Five was a tight little jazzy funky bluesy group. All the guys were fine!
She made sure do do her best moves right in front of the band where they could get a good view of her. She could really dance! The jerk, the slide, the shimmy, the skate… all the latest dances were in her repertoire. The singer saw her right away. “Baby, everything is alright! Uptight and outta sight…” he sang directly to her.
The night was a blur of Vodka Collins and funky music. She had discovered that she could keep a good alcoholic high just right by dancing through three or four numbers before her next drink. She was having a blast!
At the end of the night, Damien invited her to a motel, which was just what she had hoped for and expected. She should have been wary when he told her that he was going to give the wiry little drummer a ride home. What was the little guy gonna do when the two beautiful ones were strappin’ it on?
The drummer didn’t interest her at all. She was really into that lead singer who was built and ripped with muscles, plus he was smooth and smelled delicious. She pounced on him immediately once they hit the motel room. They were going at it in a frenzy before she actually realized that Shrimpy was still in the room waiting his turn on seconds.
She didn’t mind an audience, but she was not interested. She would have liked some more of Damien if he was up to it. When Damien excused himself to take a leak, Shrimpy came out of the dark and tried to mount her. She didn’t want him and told him, “No!” in emphatic terms, but he was all worked up, and kept pressing the point of his erection into her.
She sat up abruptly and reissued her demand, “Stop! I don’t want to do it with you!” He started beating on her, but she was strong and got away from him pushing him down hard on the bed as she made an effort to go lock herself in the bathroom until he settled down.
Just as she made the attempt, Damien came out of the bathroom unintentionally blocking her escape. Shrimpy saw this as his opportunity and grabbed her intending to take her back to the bed, but she is too strong for him to manage it. Damien is staying out of it, but he doesn’t want any trouble, so he is trying to calm his friend, “Come on, man… It’s no big deal… Let it go, man…”
Shrimpy grabs her, she pulls away, he punches her in the face and knocks her down between the toilet and the bath tub. He has konked her good – a triple hit. She stumbles unable to keep her balance from the thrust of the punch. She falls hitting the back of her head against the porcelain toilet and the side of her head against the hard cold bathtub.
The phone rings. It is the night manager threatening to call the cops. They must all vacate the room immediately. They get dressed hurriedly, not speaking.
Damien calls a cab for her and fingers a twenty to cover the fare. She is resentful, disgusted and finally furiously angry when she realizes that the shrimp has ripped her off. “That skeezy mother fucker,” she says under her breath as she attempts to give the cabbie a tip for dropping her off.
“Don’t worry about it,” the cabbie says sympathetically. “It’s been taken care of.”
She will have a black eye tomorrow which she will cover with make-up before she goes to work. The egg on her head will stay with her for a week. She could see that this was a warning for future dates. “Tell someone where you are going… and don’t do three ways with two guys unless at least one of them is gay. ”
(First published 2/22/13)
