Just as the chubby bartender came with Demie's drink, we got up and began to make our way through the crowd. Suddenly...out of the corner of my eye...I saw it..the red trench coat...I let go of Demie's hand and rushed towards it. I plowed through people and grabbed the shoulder of the red coat. I spum him around but it was a she.
It was either a tall, ugly woman or a tall uglier drag queen. I just apologized quickly and made my way back to Demie. Demie looked at me, smiled and said,"You like red huh?" I replied,"I thought I knew him...her I mean...I don't know...let's just get the hell out of here!" I grabbed her hand and we finally made it out the door.
We jogged to my car because she was worried about her hair. I opened the door for her and she called me a gentleman. I felt like shit...I did not want to do this at all. Even though she is guilty of selling herself....I am far more guilty for selling her out.
I got in and started the car. She got out a cigarette and said,"Do you mind if I smoke?" I just sighed and said,"Nope...by the way...give me one....I quit six months ago but I want one tonight." We lit them up and after a few coughing spells, I felt the nicotine buzz.
Demie asked me why I was paying her so much. I pulled the car over on West Boulevard. I wanted to tell her to get out and run home. I just brushed her cheek with my hand and said," I'm sure that you are worth it Demie...I'm sure." She smiled and wrote her name in the fog of the window.
Now I have two of us to worry about. I have to play this out. I have to play their game. I pulled up to my place and as we got out, I felt such a sickening feeling. It was like my soul was fighting my body. As I opened the door, Demie said,"I thought it would be a mansion or a Pent House....but this is cool."
I flipped on the light and was stunned to see that the whole place was rearranged. It was different but in perfect order. I went straight to the bedroom and saw that my bed was now by the other wall.
The bed had a bright red silky cover on it. There were four white satin pillows. Candles were burning on the side tables. Wine was in ice on my dresser. My bedroom looked like a brothel.
Demie stepped in and said,"Boy...you really know how to prepare for a woman." I angrily said,"I didn't do any of this shit....I'm sorry Demie...it must have been uhhhhm...the maid...yeah.... the maid takes good care of me."
Demie kicked her high heels off and jumped on the bed. She laid on her side and looked so damn sexy. She hugged one of the satin pillows and softly said,"This is my third time....the third time I've done this...I only got a hundred dollars for the first two though."
I grabbed the wine to open it and noticed how easy it opened. I suspected that the wine had been tampered with...probably GHB or something. I slammed the wine back in the ice. My phone rang.
