Part I: A sleepless night in Vegas




3pm

I was bored, she was available. I invited her to happy hour with me. After revealing the upscale roof top lounge and the fact that my company was paying for the drinks, she promptly agreed. Bitches are all the same these days. Money grabbing bitches, I heard myself say, NYC is a cesspool full of these girls.

But fuck it, I had no one else to go with. She would have to do.

5:00pm

She showed up late as usual, but her short black dress and excessive exposure of skin more than made up for her tardiness. I guess that's how shit works in the big city. Either you have lots of money, lots of skin to flash, or you're famous, otherwise, you are a nobody.

I walked her in the lounge, past the crowds, past the bar, past the tables, and into the back room. The sun was setting in the distance as the lights of the nightscape began to blanket the horizon. The scene would have been romantic if it wasn't for all these goddamn suits in the room.

Her arm brushed against mine, hinting that the alcohol had begun to work. I looked at her, then at her breasts, or was it the other way around, I don't really remember. She leaned up against my shoulder. She smelled like a mix between the pine scented car freshener and used stank pussy. It was a little revolting, and yet slightly erotic. 

6:00pm

I was downing shots of patron to quicken the night. I greeted a few VPs and Partners of the firm making sure that I kept the girl out of sight, I couldn't afford having some drunk bitch ruin my corporate image. My hefty paycheck couldn't be jeopardized... it was the only thing of value I had in my otherwise worthless life... but oh what a big value it was.

A hot waitress came over to bring me another shot. I tipped her a $100 and then grabbed her ass a little. She winked and smiled at me. Apparently the objectification of women was allowed as long as money is involved. I guess some things are still worth living for.

6:30pm

I told the skank girl I brought over that I had another engagement and that I was leaving. I thought about just leaving her there without saying goodbye, but decided against that idea. She asked me to stay and drink with her, I told her she was depressing and needed to find a nutless boyfriend that will follow her around. She told me to fuck off.

I left the lounge and headed across town.

7:30pm

I was pretty drunk when I arrived at the date location. She was there waiting for me already.

I explained how the company happy hour dragged on a little too long and how the hot bitches wouldn't let me leave. She didn't seem to care. We walked around looking for the restaurant she picked. She talked about her cushy finance job, I yawned listening to her drivel. Everybody in this city is in finance, attempting to become the next pretentious fuckface banker, she was just another cookie cutter clone along with the rest of them.

But she had nice tits.

8:00pm

Fuck, eating sushi Again!? WTF is with women and sushi? It's like some goddamn lesbian fetish they all have, as if they all needed to eat something raw that smelled like fish.

9:00pm

After dinner, I asked if she wanted to come back to my place, she promptly said no. I then began explaining why mindless unattached sex is a new modern way of social interaction and that in the future, humans will have evolved to accept sex as another form of greeting between strangers, equivalent to the modern handshake. She didn't buy my explanation. Bitches just can't think ahead.

10:00pm

I asked her again if she was interested in coming home for some dessert, she said she had to wake up early the next morning and couldn't stay out late. I mentioned that it was a Friday night, she didn't respond.

11:00pm

I masturbate myself to sleep. Fuck NYC. Fuck bitches.

2:00am

"Come over," she whispered through the phone, her voice was barely audible.

I wanted to yell at her for disturbing me at fucking 2am, but something about her voice caught me off guard.

"Please..." she said. At this point I could tell that she was crying. Not the type of crying where she was asking for attention, but the muffled type that feels embarrassed and ashamed.

"Are you fucking serious? Do you know what time it is?!" I half yelled... but my voice lacked any real intensity, and even before I finished the sentence I caught myself getting dressed.

2:40am

The moonlight pierced her venetian blinds as I adjusted to the darkness of her room. I could see the red and black bruise that appeared on her face. There was blood on her clothing and blood on the floor. She laid there on the ground half covering her otherwise naked body. I stood there motionless, at a loss for words. She looked up at me and then looked away, the tears slowly streaming down her face.

"What the fuck happened?!" I asked incredulously.

"My ex found out about our date tonight and ra... raped me," she whispered, the energy draining from her voice as she gazed up at me.

6:00am

I held her in my arms as she lay in bed next to me. She was still naked, and yet, I barely noticed. The sadness and fear in her eyes permeated into my body as I felt myself longing to make things better. It was partially my fault that she was in this situation.

I held her, and we talked. I held her, and for just this once, I was able to see past the superficial, the pretenses, the wounds, and bruises and really look at her.

She was absolutely beautiful.



To be continued...


 

http://www.tmz.com/2009/06/28/billy-mays-is-dead/

WTTTTFFFF why is everyone dying!

I loved the show pitchmen on discovery. >.<