“Got it,” I said.
I found this kind of business talk boring. While Trevor was a really close friend, all I wanted to focus on right now was getting busy with the two girls in my arms. I felt especially anxious because of how sweet they smelled. I just couldn’t wait to get their clothes off.
Even Trevor could feel my excitement to get down and dirty. He got up from the table and said, “Well, I got to go. Just update me all right?”
I just gave a nod of approval and watched as Trevor headed off to greet other guests in the bar. With Trevor gone, I spent the rest of the hour flirting with my girls. I particularly felt excited whenever they’d touch me or give me a slow, luscious kiss on the lips.
Everything was going fine until my damn phone buzzed.
“Hold on,” I excused myself when I saw who was calling. “I need to answer this.”
Jessica and Tatyana gave me some room to stand up. With my phone in hand, I walked to the back of the bar where it was not so loud and I could concentrate on the conversation. I put the phone up to my ear and answered the call.
“Hey, what’s up sis?” I greeted. It was Sonya, my elder sister.
“D-Daxter,” my sister stuttered and I could hear her sobbing.
Almost instantly my mood shifted. I could tell something was wrong. Sonya was a strong woman, one who wouldn’t cry for even the most serious problems. She was the one I looked up to the most, even more so than our older brother and our parents. If she was crying, then something was up. I could feel the knot just getting heavier in my gut.
“Are you crying?” I just had to make sure. “What’s wrong?”
“Gary’s dead,” she replied and her sobs became loud wails. Even though I couldn’t see her, I knew the tears were flowing down my sister’s cheeks.
This came as a heavy blow to me.
Gary was always the one our parents looked to inherit the family’s wealth. Gary was the one who would carry the family business. He was the one they adored and loved the most. Sonya and I were just the “background” kids, the backup to fill up a family photo.
I pursed my lips and forced myself to ask for details, fighting back the tears as I did, “H-how did he die? What happened, exactly?”
“He was driving home when a drunk truck driver lost control and slammed into his car,” Sonya replied. “It was a head-on collision. The guys at the morgue said Gary’s face was pulverized by the sheer weight and pressure of the truck. Oh, God!”
Fuck. I could feel the rage boiling in my gut. I wanted to find that driver and break his neck. “Where are you? I’ll meet you.”
Sonya sobbed and told me, “I’m at the morgue, the El Fariza Royal Morgue.”
“Okay, just wait for me there,” I said. “I’m a little drunk, though; just letting you know. I’m here at Mercury Wild.”
“Can you drive?” Sonya asked. “Do you want me to send one of our drivers?”
I vehemently refused that offer, “No way. I can get there by myself. Just wait for me there.”
“All right, you take care,” my sister said and ended the call.
There was a lot to handle now.
I had to deal with my brother’s funeral, with the case against the truck driver, I had to reschedule everything I had planned with Jessica and Tatyana and I now had to do the one thing I hoped I could postpone indefinitely: facing my parents.
1
Noelle
The darkness was my friend and the music was my heartbeat. As my hips swayed and my body swerved, I felt nothing but the heat of the moment and the thrill of the night. Though I wore little more than a revealing pair of shorts, my breasts exposed for all to see, I felt secure, as I owned the spotlight.
Dancing on top of a bar table was my corner of the world. In that corner, no one could touch me, and no one could harm me. If they wanted more of me, they had to pay and even then all they’d get is a kiss and a closer look at my body.
When the music had died and the dance was over, I took my bra and strapped it back on. The show was over and it was another girl’s moment to shine. It didn’t matter; for the fifteen minutes of fame, I had garnered well over a hundred thirty bucks. It wasn’t much, but I could stretch it until the next night.
I headed to the backstage area of the nightclub, where the girls could rest between their shows, and slumped down on a big leather couch.