Page 5 of Twisted Ties

She takes the joint and puffs on it, forming the rings again, and I try to catch them. She thinks it’s the funniest shit in the world. “Come on, let me pick a song. I wanna turn up. Can I turn up in here? Everyone is mellow, I’m not trying to kill the vibe.”

“Nah, they are chilling because nobody has got the party rocking. You start it. Pick a song you want, it’s cool. We got a dance floor here. See right there? I wanna see those hips move.” I press my wood into her back so she can feel me. She gasps but falls right back into a giggle as she picks a Rhianna song and I’m feeling good with her.

“Ahhh, you wanna take it there!” She cranks it up and the place gets loud as the crew raise their glasses. I twirl her on the spot, and she turns gracefully with a dip in her hips that’s hypnotizing me. Might be the weed, but I’m sure it’s her.

“You better believe it!” Snatch sings out from across the room, and I lift my glass.

“I’m gonna need another bourbon, give me another hit.”

I bring her close to me as we stand right near the speakers with the music blaring, and she ignites the room as the others get up and start moving a little too, or at least they’re bobbing their heads. The whores are dancing. I pass her the joint, basking in her gloomy light as she blows the smoke in my face. I let it wash over me as I grab the back of her neck and bring her juicy lips to mine. As I drag away from her while we sway, I inhale her candy scent and signal for Jimmy to bring two drinks.

“Aye Jimmy, bourbon and Coke, and Jake and Coke, put ice in it!”

Jimmy gives me the thumbs up and runs the drinks over. I take her hand as we roll to the black-and-white tiled dance floor. It’s just us there moving and grooving as I take the ice out of the glass, putting it in my mouth and transferring it to hers with a soul-sucking kiss. We can barely come up for air, and I don’t get what it is between us, but it’s fucking right.

“I could kiss you forever,” I admit, and find that I don’t want be rough with her like the other women I bring back to the club. My approach is gentle. I run my fingers over her dark eyebrows as her wide mouth responds by diving into a deeper kiss.

“Wanna do a line with me? Nothing heavy, I don’t wanna fall asleep on you. I want to be with it.”

“Sure, coke?”

“Yeah, hang on.” I talk to Jimmy nearby, and he gives me a credit card and a small bag of white powder. I’m not worried about cutting up in front of my brothers; they’ve probably already had their fill and now it’s our turn. I set the lines up and I snort, and Simone follows as she wipes her nose and her eyes roll.

“Whoa! Nice, okay, I’m up. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

We keep dancing and chilling with the crew. Everything is on cruise control. After a while, we move to my quarters at the back of the clubhouse. A black curtain hangs behind the door as we walk in. I have my own en suite bathroom so once we’re in, we won’t have to go back out again. Standard bedroom, one chest of cheap drawers. I don’t care about furniture and shit. I got a queen-sized bed, and a whole box of condoms in the top drawer. I don’t want to just sleep with her though, and I can’t figure out why. She’s like a drug all on her own. Pain masks her deep blue eyes and I understand that, like me, she hides it in the escapism of whatever vice is available.

I take her lips again and I swear as soon our mouths connect, there’s a burning fire, but it’s not the type that dies out; it’s a slow burn of desire and a craving in my soul that only she can fulfill. It’s indescribable, and as we pull up for air, I grab her hand and put it on my aching cock that wants to be fed by her.

Simone, half-joking, half-serious, chastises me. "Sean, didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

I feel as if a jagged piece of glass has been stabbed into my heart, but she doesn’t know. It’s not her fault so I laugh it off. “No.” I grin, but it’s lackluster.

“Did I miss something about your mother, Sean?”

I tap the side of my skull as my heart sinks. “I don’t know my mother, I don’t even know what she looks like, yo. My pops told me she couldn’t hack having a kid, so she took off…”

I shrug trying to keep it light, but the pain in my chest when I think about it isn’t. “I used to buy that shit when I was a kid, but I question it now. I wanna know what happened to her,” I say to Simone softly.

She slips her fingers over mine as I lay back on my bed with her head on my chest. The circles she runs on it feels good, chills me, and the pain goes away.

"Have you tried asking your father again?"

I crack my knuckles as the ache pulses in my heart. "No."

"Sean, you have to! Where is your father anyway?" she asks with genuine concern.

"Prison! Life in prison all because of some rat bastard!" I say, grinding my teeth together.

"I'm sorry, Sean."

"What about your parents?"

"Dead."

"Both?"

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