BANG BANG BANG 11
For the next 60 days I will be sharing a chapter a day of my first POP EROTICA novel. Bang Bang Bang, A summer of sin in Brooklyn.
The night slugged on, Brenton was still passed out next to the bodies of the two beautiful women. He somehow managed to open his eyes, the drinks Mike had made were stronger than he had expected.
He looked at the two women and smiled, “Fuck, what’s her name again?” Why couldn’t he remember her name? His brain went back to the moment he saw the redhead and this other chick at Mo’s.
“Who is your friend?” Brenton had asked as the redhead pulled him closer. “This is my friend…,” the sound of the music made mush out of her words.
Brenton’s head was still a little knotted with alcohol. He laid back and thought to himself, “Fuck it.”
His phone rang in his pants on the floor. He reached over Maria into the pocket of his pants. It was Max texting. “Where you at?” the text said. Brenton was too spent to waste time texting, so he turned off his phone.
It was about 2:30 am, and in the front section of Mo’s there was a raucous. Daren woke up and realized that he had been stranded. He was livid, so he started asking random people questions.
“Hey, Hey, Hey ma man nobody out here knows who your friends are, I’ma need you to calm down in here a’ight.” The security guy was about six eight and menacing.
Daren knew his drama would not work in a situation like this. Everyone at the bar was looking at him. He had slept off most of the alcohol but he was still a little drunk. “I’m just sayin’ I came here with three guys and I want to know where they are.”
“Listen here man, you should be lucky I ain’t thrown your ass out a long time ago with all that snoring you was doing up in here.” The security guy stepped forward.
“Me, snore-I do not snore ok.” Daren gave him a scornful look.
“Why don’t you go look in the back, see if your friends are back there?” Daren hissed his teeth and tramped off. “That’s what I was about to do, I don’t need you to tell me that.”
The truth is Daren was totally discombobulated when he woke up and went directly to ‘abandoned child’ mode.
When he got to the back Max was pressed up against a young lady and so was Maurice. And next to them was a very plump little miss, looking extremely lonely. She was not exactly fat but not exactly in shape either. Almost everyone in the back room at this time of night was grinding on someone else. This was where most folks made their closing arguments. DJ Hard Hittin Harry was playing lover’s rock. Harry owned the audience with every new song he played: DJ Hard Hittin Harry, Harry, Harry broke through the speakers. Then just like that he dropped the beat. It was as if Harry scooped a thick dose of nostalgia out of his sonic archives and poured it into the room. No, No No…you don’t love me and I know now… The crowded room sang along. Everyone was fully animated; they could taste the song on their tongues. They seemed to grind harder and with even more intent. Daren moved in on the lonely young lady and by the second line of the song he was engaged in a full frontal grind session.
The strangest thing about Daren was that alcohol freed him from all inhibitions and this young lady was very thankful. Three songs deep and they were fully engaged in a deep tongue kiss. Max and Maurice were shocked.
They kept looking at each other and looking at Daren as if to say, “I thought he was gay.”
An hour later the party was winding down. Max and Maurice were standing close to the side exit. They had abandoned their dance partners. They had women waiting at home.
“We should leave him,” Max said in a semi-whisper.
“Nah, I can’t. He is my insurance policy,” Maurice replied.
“Insurance, you see the time right?”
“It’s 3:30am. If he was not here I would have been home a long time ago.”
“Oh, Oh I get it…”
Daren and his plump friend were the only ones left grinding on the dance floor.