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LIBERTINE DREAMS – WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU SEE YOUR GIRLFRIEND OUT ON A DATE WITH ANOTHER GUY?

You’re sitting home alone, wondering how you’re going to spend your Saturday evening. It’s been a busy work week, and you haven’t spent much time with your girlfriend outside of a couple of sleepovers during the week. You miss her. You figure it would be nice to spend some quality time together; maybe go out for dinner and catch that chick flick she’s been hinting about.

You grab your phone, tap the dial button, and wait. As it rings, you reminisce back six months ago when the two of you met and how glad you are to have her in your life. Just as you start drafting a message, she answers.

“Hey, babe, how are you?”

You’re smiling already at the sound of her voice. “Hey, hon, I was thinking that maybe we could get out tonight; get something to eat, and then head over to the movie theater. We can see the one you’ve been talking about. It doesn’t start until eight-thirty. We have plenty of time.”

“That’s so sweet, but I’m really tired…” She yawns loudly. “I’m really wanting to just stay in and get some rest.”

“Oh… Well, maybe we can get together tomorrow or something.”

“Yeah, that sounds good. Let’s do that.”

“Okay, well…”

“What are you going to do? Are you going out?”

“Nah, I’ll just watch some TV or something.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I was just asking, that’s all.”

“Are you okay? You sound out of breath.”

“Uh, I’m changing into my pajamas.”

“You’re going to bed already? Wow.”

“I’m just so tired.”

“Well, get some rest, sweetheart.”

“Okay, goodnight.”

You’re in front of the big screen, eating a burger and fries, intermittently chasing it with a cola while flipping through the channels. Basketball season is over, and the NFL preseason hasn’t even begun yet. After a couple of hours, you get annoyed.

You walk out on your balcony. The sun is setting. The weather’s nice. You have a change of mind. You feel some guilt going out alone, but it was she who begged off, and she’s surely asleep by now.

You decide to hop through a few bars just to see who’s out, maybe have a beer or two, and go to the movies anyway. Instead, you’re going for that action film you’ve had your eyes on.

You hit the shower, towel off, and head to the closet. You pull out a light blue pair of denims and lay a matching T-shirt across them just for looks. You pick out a belt, and you already know which pair of shoes will bring it all together.

You arrive at the local row of taverns where all the cool people hang out. Your favorite bartender already has your brand in hand as you grab an open stool. You two pass gestures as he pops the cap, placing it on the coaster in front of you.

As your eyes pan the crowd, you catch a gander at the couple walking in. For some reason, you find an immediate attraction to the female. You look closer. Something is all of a sudden out of place in your world. The planets have just misaligned. You’re now questioning reality.

You cannot believe your eyes. It’s your girlfriend out with another guy. You look at that bottle you’re drinking from and then back to your buddy, thinking that he must have dropped something in your drink. You’re expecting him to be eyeing you for a reaction to the Mickey he’d just slipped you. No, he’s doing what he was doing when you walked in. He’s serving drinks. Besides, you both went to high school together, and you know he’d never do anything like that.

You hesitantly look again, hoping to see something different because this could not be the same girl that you’d just gotten off the phone with only a few hours ago. Not the same girl who claimed she was so tired that she was heading straight to bed.

You try to rationalize things in your head. Maybe this is just a friend she’s with, a cousin…or maybe her brother. Maybe she didn’t want to tell you she was going out with him because you probably wouldn’t have understood. Yeah, that must be it, right?

You watch as he pulls out her chair before heading to the bar for drinks. She casually looks your way, and the two of you lock eyes. For all of five seconds, you’re frozen.

The mask of shock and guilt confirms that this guy is not just a friend or even a relative.

There’s heaviness in your chest, your nerves are tingling, and the fluttering butterflies in your stomach have razors for wings.

As you try to get your legs to stop trembling, you wonder what to do next.

Do you run over and make your presence known, getting angry at the guy like some men would? You know, blaming the other victim? That’s right, the other guy’s a victim too.

What do you do?

The simple answer is you do nothing. That’s right. If you get mad, causing a scene, you will validate her in ways you can’t imagine. Many women love to get it going between two guys. They feel a sort of self-worth when men fight over them.

No matter how bad it stings, don’t let her think you’re weak and that she’s hurt you. If you have to get yourself together, head to the can, enter a stall, lock the door, and let it out. That way, she can’t dip away from her date and try to do damage control when you’re mentally unprepared.

Go back and take your seat at the bar. Get yourself another beer or maybe something a little stiffer to lean on. Just be cool.

Now this is important. Whatever you do, do not look her way, not even on your way out.

Most likely, she’ll contact you right away. She will probably ask if you’re mad or upset. Stupid question, right? But you have to turn it all around. The relationship you thought you had is now a game. You can either tell her to jump off the nearest cliff or play along.

Of course, she’s going to try to justify it by saying that it didn’t mean anything. But counter with it was only a friendship, and no one said that you two couldn’t see other people.

She can’t then say the both of you were committed because that would mean she was caught cheating. At this point, she has no grounds; nothing to stand on.

In an attempt to win you back, she may want to come over and talk to you in person. She’s hoping to use her beauty and charm to seduce you.

But don’t give her the opportunity. Take her out to all her favorite places and avoid talking about the incident. Cut her off each time she tries to bring it up. The goal is to trigger memories of the good times that the two of you’ve shared and to make her realize what she’s done.

If she decides she wants to spend the night, let her.

However, under no circumstances do you let her touch you sexually in any way whatsoever. Do not even kiss her or let her kiss you. She does not deserve you. She has to earn that back over time.

But don’t wait for her, move on and start dating other women.

Now here comes the fun part. Let’s say you’re entertaining company and she calls, wanting to drop by. Why not let her? Don’t even give her a heads-up. Just let her in. It’s a friendship, remember?

You never know, the two of them may even get along. Now you’ll have two girls competing for you. The new girl is not going to let your old girlfriend come and move her out of her position, and the old one is not going to let the newbie take her spot. Take them both out, go back home, and hang out. See what happens.

You just may end up with both.

Creole Gaudet

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The views and opinions in Libertine Dreams are those of the author and make no guarantees or promises regarding the accuracy, reliability, or completeness of the information presented. It is solely for entertainment purposes.

Copyright ©2012 by Creole Gaudet. All rights reserved
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LIBERTINE DREAMS – JOSH WAS NEVER GOING TO CHANGE

When in New Orleans, I often visit a little bar that sits a few blocks off Bourbon Street. The patrons are loyal, mostly working class, with the majority of them employed in the service industry.

There are darts, video poker, skee-Ball, big screens for sports, and food and drink. However, the big attraction is the two pool tables. The main table is used by the hardcore league players and gamblers. The second table is open.

As I placed my set of quarters on the rail, I counted three duplicate stacks. They were playing Scotch Doubles with BCA rules, so it wasn’t going to be too long to get on. As I stood waiting, I noticed a young lady who was seated at the bar look my way several times. I wasn’t sure of her reasoning, so I kept my position, figuring that if she was interested in me, she’d eventually let me know.

Then a guy whom I will call Josh came up and broke into his usual negativity routine. You see, Josh is a well-known hater and always has a complaint about something or another. His opening this time was a take on the two women at the second table.

“What’s up, Creole?”

“Hey, Josh. What’s up with you?”

Josh nodded. “I’m looking at those two.”

“Shooting pool?”

“Yeah, look at the skinny one. The bitch must be on meth or something.”

“You think so?”

“Hell yeah, and that other one looks old as fuck.” Josh was full of mirth as he sipped his bottled beer. “Bitch went to high school with Jesus.”

“They both look fine to me.”

He then scanned the room, noticing the girl seated at the bar. “Creole, that one over there is checking you out.”

“I saw her earlier.”

“Yeah, but ain’t nobody want no fat bitch like that. Look at her… You couldn’t pay me ten thousand dollars to fuck that big, nasty bitch.”

“Really, Josh?” I turned, facing him. “Really? Not even for ten thousand dollars? Are you serious?”

It was only moments later when I saw her making her way over, smiling as she approached me. She held out her hand. “Hey, I’m Karli.”

“Hello, Karli. I’m Creole.” We shook. “Nice to meet you.”

“I noticed you when you walked in.”

“I did see that, but I wasn’t sure and I didn’t want to assume…”

Josh abruptly stepped between the two of us, giving me his back shoulder. “I’m Josh.”

Karli replied with a gentle smile. “Hey, Josh.”

“Where you from?”

“Well, I’m originally from California.”

“Whatcha doing here?”

“I’m pre-med over at Tulane.”

“Studying to be a doctor, huh?”

“That’s the plan.”

“Well, how about you give me an exam?” Josh grinned, grabbing at his crotch. “I have an issue with my cock. It’s about six inches…too long.”

“You’re a natural asshole!” Karli voice trailed as she stammered away. “Such an ass!”

“Bye.” Josh laughed hysterically, taking a final shot. “And don’t come back. You were sucking up all the air conditioning anyway!” He looked to me. “Did you see that? You saw how I handled that bitch.”

“Why did you have to insult her? What’s wrong with you?”

“Me? What’s wrong with her? She called me an asshole. You heard her. I’m not letting her talk to me like that.”

“Talk to you? If you hadn’t bullied your way into our conversation, I would still be talking to her.”

“You have to get in there, Creole. It’s every man for himself.”

“Says the man that wouldn’t have sex with her for ten thousand dollars.”

“Right.”

“So why would you not just keep your mouth closed and stay out of it?”

“You want that chunky bitch? I fucking thought I was doing you a favor.”

“Josh, you ever think that I might like women with a few extra pounds? Did you ever consider that?

“That girl may have been the best lover, friend, or confidant a guy could ever have his entire life. Or she might have been rich or may have been on the lookout for a boyfriend for her girlfriend or sister. But you would never know now, would you?”

“I didn’t think about all that.”

“I don’t know what part of that brain of yours that you do think with, but you should have it removed. Just cut your head open and dig that shit out; no anesthesia.”

I stepped closer, placing my hand on his shoulder. “Josh, you are the most miserable man I’ve ever known. You are so negative that you stand in front of anything positive that could ever come your way. You should do some deep soul searching, brother. I’ll holler at you later.”

As I racked the balls, I realized that I should have just taken the high road and stepped away, holding my opinions to myself. Josh was never going to change. Guys like him…never do.

Creole Gaudet

If you enjoyed this content and would like access to all my books, stories, and series episodes, please visit my Patreon page.

The views and opinions in Libertine Dreams are those of the author and make no guarantees or promises regarding the accuracy, reliability, or completeness of the information presented. It is solely for entertainment purposes.

Copyright ©2012 by Creole Gaudet. All rights reserved
No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by an information storage and retrieval system – except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review to be printed in a magazine or newspaper – without permission in writing from the publisher, Creole Gaudet.

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LIBERTINE DREAMS – IS IT REALLY BROS BEFORE HOS?

In my opinion, it takes a foolish man to let his buddies talk him into putting them before his woman because of some undocumented guy code that says it’s supposed to always be bros before hos.

Do you ever notice that the guys who claim to live by this code are without a real relationship?

If you have a good woman in your life, why are you living by a single man’s code?

Think about this. How many times are you out with the guys, your bros, and then one by one they’re hooking up and leaving with someone they’ve just met?

Now you’re all by yourself while your woman’s at home alone in bed fantasizing about you ravishing her in every sexual way possible.

But of course, her plans are dashed when you finally come home, stumbling through the door in a drunken stupor.

She undresses you, tucks you in, and you immediately fall asleep.

As dawn approaches, she tries to wake you with a little fellatio, but you’re not even aroused. She gives up.

Hours later, you finally arise.

You head to the shower and then to the kitchen table to eat that nice breakfast she’s prepared for you; you feel brand new.

But instead of putting out that raging fire that’s burning inside of her, you take your spot in front of the big screen because it’s Sunday and it’s football…all day. You must watch your games, right?

But you’re not going to watch alone. No, it’s a guy thing, so it wouldn’t be the same without your buddies over to help root for the team.

While the love of your life is in the kitchen setting up the snacks, she’s overhearing the hushed whispers of their conquests from the night before. She wonders if you were true, but she doesn’t say anything, not wanting to embarrass you.

Now I’m not saying that you shouldn’t go out or have buddies; everyone needs their space, but how long do you think you’re going to keep that woman?

How long do you think she’s going to let you neglect her before she decides she’s had enough?

One winter, I’d come down with a severe flu along with a touch of pneumonia.

If I remember correctly, I had two packets of cold medicine, about four expectorant tablets, two cans of chicken soup, and about three days of orange juice.

I didn’t even have the energy to feed myself, let alone go to the pharmacy to restock my medicine cabinet.

I was miserable. Each time I got up to use the bathroom, I had to wrap myself in my blanket.

When I was under the covers, I was burning hot and sweating. If I took them off, I was freezing cold and shivering again.

I got a phone call from a girlfriend of mine. She hadn’t seen me in a couple of days and was calling just to say hello. Upon hearing of my condition, she insisted on stopping by on her way into work.

I’ll never forget the shocked expression on her face when I opened the door.

She quickly marched me directly to my bedroom, scolding me for not calling and asking for her help.

She checked in to let her manager know that she had an emergency and that she’d be an hour or two late.

She changed my sheets, pillowcases, gave me a towel bath, and put me back into bed.

She then gave me some of the cold medicine and served me hot soup with crackers.

Upon her insistence, I gave her my house key and a list of what I needed before she took off.

It was hours later when I awoke. I went into the kitchen, and on the counter was enough medicine for a month.

She’d also picked up a couple of loaves of bread, more cans of soup, and in the fridge were two gallons of juice, some meats, eggs, butter, and a couple of bottles of soda.

She even left a flirty note with a smiley face.

This woman checked in on me every day until I was up and back on my feet.

Never put your buddies before a good woman.

Creole Gaudet

If you enjoyed this content and would like access to all my books, stories, and series episodes, please visit my Patreon page.

The views and opinions in Libertine Dreams are those of the author and make no guarantees or promises regarding the accuracy, reliability, or completeness of the information presented. It is solely for entertainment purposes.

Copyright ©2012 by Creole Gaudet. All rights reserved
No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by an information storage and retrieval system – except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review to be printed in a magazine or newspaper – without permission in writing from the publisher, Creole Gaudet.

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BAR TRICK – A GRAVE MISTAKE IS MADE

It was around half past eight when he arrived at The Candy Elephant, a gentleman’s club in Dallas, Texas. A typical Saturday night. Loud music. A crowded room of raucous patrons and scantily clad entertainers.

Sylvia, his favorite mixologist, beamed as he made his approach. “Kyle!” She rose on her toe tips, planting a kiss to his cheek. “I didn’t know you were coming out tonight!”

“It’s my birthday tomorrow… Thought I’d start celebrating a little early.”

“You did tell me that! You’re twenty-eight, right?!”

“Yeah, I’m getting old.”

“No you’re not, boy. What are you drinking? First one’s on me.”

“Can I have my usual?”

“Coming up.”

“Hey, stranger.” The mellifluous tone snared his attention.

“Posh!” Kyle turned.

“I’ve been looking for you.”

“Wow, you look great.”

Posh stood in an eye-complimenting medium blue sequinned maxi dress. Her silver stilettos matched her rhinestone bracelets, earrings, and handbag. Her platinum blonde locks were styled in a classy updo.

Sylvia placed the drink onto a cocktail napkin. “It’s his birthday.”

“Oh, really?” Posh wrapped her arm across his shoulder, pressing her breasts into his taut athletic frame. “Well, we’re just going to have to celebrate, aren’t we?” She cupped her palm softly to the nape of his neck, drawing his ear close to her lips. “Happy birthday.” Her voice rasped sexily, sending tickling vibrations down his canal, into his neck. “I just got off stage. Let me go and freshen up a bit, and I’ll be right back. I have something to discuss with you… It’s important.”

“Okay…” Kyle stood bewitched, transfixed, watching her swaying hips as she sashayed away.

From his periphery, he noticed a guy a few feet over, staring, sipping from his bottled beer. Just as predicted, he was now making his way towards him. “Wow, bro. I saw that whole thing.” He extended his hand. “Thomas, how are you?”

Kyle returned the gesture, studying the man’s unkempt sandy shag and wide-set green eyes. “You’re going to have to forgive me…”

“We’ve never met, brother. What’s your name?”

“Kyle.”

“What can I get you, Kyle? What are you having?” He looked to Sylvia. “Hey, bartender, get my man Kyle together over here! Put everything on me!”

Sylvia grinned, “It’s his birthday!”

“Happy birthday, bro. Fuck yeah! I have your tab for the rest of the night.”

“You don’t have to do that…”

“Fuck it, man. It’s your birthday!” He paused, scanning. “Hey, you know, that bartender looks just like a young Jessica Alba, like sisters.”

“She gets that all the time.”

“All the girls in here are so beautiful. We have some pretty ones back in West Texas, but not like this. We don’t even have clubs like this. Look at it. That marble and all the beautiful woods, so ornate. Everybody’s dressed nice.

“And look at you, man. You’re tall, good-looking with the long dreadlocks, wearing a suit jacket and slacks. I know how the white girls love the brothers. They can’t wait to give them all their money.” Thomas smiled widely. “Like that beautiful blonde you were just talking to. Who was that?!”

“She dances by Posh.”

“Posh! Oh my god, she’s fucking hot. Just the way I like ’em. Big fake tits the size of watermelons and a nice fat ass that can fit into the palm of my hand.” Thomas leaned in, lowering his pitch. “I’m looking to take one home tonight. You think you can put something together for me? I got cash, brother.” He tugged at his pant pocket, exposing two large wads. “That’s about twenty grand right there, and I have plenty more back at my hotel room. Maybe it could be something in it for you. How ’bout it?”

“I’m not a pimp, Thomas.”

“I’m sorry, brother. I didn’t mean it like that. I just thought you’d know your way around here, that’s all. I meant no disrespect.”

“Just talk to ’em. They all like money.”

“How about some party supplies? Are you on deck?”

“On deck?”

“Anything going on down South. You know. You’re working, right? Shake my hand, there’s a hundo in it? Can I get a hundred worth?”

“What the fuck, Thomas?”

“Relax, I swear I’m not an undercover, bro. I’m just trying to get me a girl and some blow to bring back to my room. I just wanna have a good time, brother. If it’s good, I’ll take whatever you got on you. Do you need to make a call?”

“Thomas… I’m gonna make this real clear for you, aight? I’m not a pimp, and I don’t deal coke. You got that?” Kyle noticed Posh nearing. “There’s my girl. I’ll have to talk with you some other time. Thanks for the drink.”

Thomas traipsed away, tipping his bottle in a silent toast.

Posh paused, “What’s with that guy? He looks like a creep.”

“He came up to me…”

“Looking for coke or pussy?”

“Both.”

“Did you sell him anything?”

“Fuck no. He seems like a nice guy and all… A little drunk, I guess, but I don’t know that motherfucker… He had money, though. He’s got two fat rolls in his pocket. I saw it. He claimed it was twenty bands.”

“Stupid bar trick. He won’t have it long once one of these scandalous whores sees it.”

“Enough about him. Let’s sit down. What are you drinking?”

“I’ll have a glass.”

Kyle beckoned Sylvia, “I’ll have another, and a glass of red for her.”

“Coming up.”

“So, Posh, what’s so important? What did you want to discuss with me?”

“Well, I’m single now.”

“Oh, I didn’t expect to hear that. Are you okay?”

“I’ll be okay, right?”

He took both her hands into his. “Of course you will.”

“Why can’t I find a good man, Kyle? Why is it that no matter how well you treat a bitch motherfucker, he has to do some fuck shit?”

“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened?”

“I’ll tell you what happened.” She removed the blush gold iPhone from her handbag, tapping in her code, unlocking it. “I don’t need to call Joey Greco with Cheaters.” Posh swiped the screen, scrolling through pages of images. “I got my bitches all over Dallas. We look out for each other.” She angled the device. “What is this? What does that look like to you?”

“That’s your Maserati…”

“Look at the driver, Kyle.”

Kyle focused, “I don’t understand… That’s not you, is it?”

“Fuck no! He’s got some bitch driving my shit! My fucking brand new twenty nineteen Levante, Kyle!”

“That’s a straight-up violation.”

“This is why the motherfucker can’t pick me up on time. You know how embarrassing it is to be waiting out front when all these bitches are leaving or getting picked up by their folks, and I’m standing there looking fucked up? And look at this… Here he is going into the fucking Denny’s holding the bitch’s hand!”

“What is he doing?”

“I’m making all the money, paying for everything, and this is what the fuck I get? He’s got me all fucked up.”

“Whatcha gonna do?”

“What I did! I put that broke motherfucker out of my house that same fucking night, for good.” Posh tilted the stem, finishing off the wine in three and a half gulps. “Now it’s been a month and I still don’t have a man.” She softened her tone, “I don’t like being alone, Kyle. I really don’t. I hate it.”

“The way you’re looking at me… Like you’re trying to tell me something.”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“I see.”

“So, who are you with now?”

“I have a few players on my team, but I’m still missing that strong foundation.”

“Seems like a lot of competition for that spot.”

“That spot has been there for you since the beginning, but you were with…”

“I know… But…maybe I needed it all to play out this way. You know, so I could recognize a good man and not take him for granted.”

“Baby, we’ve known each other for what, four years now? I know your worth, and I know how to appreciate you. I also know that you are the key to my everything, and I could never reach my full potential without you. You’re that final piece where it can all come together.”

Posh’s eyes shone with wonderment. “Together we can build something great, can’t we?”

“Together, baby, we can conquer the world.”

“I mean that much to you? Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything my whole life.”

“Daddy, I choose you.” She closed in, playfully biting his bottom lip. “Let’s take this to the champagne room where we can have a little more privacy.” She stood, taking his hand. “We can make it official.”

Kyle followed, “I would have liked to at least had the opportunity to honeymoon you… Spend some time together and…”

“This is our honeymoon, Daddy.”

They entered the VIP, grabbing a vacant stall near the end of the row. “You got any shit on you?”

“Sure, you can have out of my personal.” Kyle took a seat on the plushly padded leather sofa. Posh drew the curtain closed as he removed a half-filled teener sack from his right sock.

Posh took a seat next to him, watching as he snapped open the Ziploc. “That looks good.” She dug in, scooping a generous bump with her squoval-shaped pinky nail. She carefully placed it under her nostril, inhaling it all in one draw. “Damn! You always have that good.”

“Have another.”

“No…that’s okay. I think my eyeball is about to pop out.” She coughed, sniffed, and snorted as she sorted her stack of earnings.

“What’s that for? I told you I had you.”

“No, this is for us; for you. It’s only eleven hundred right now. That’s all I made tonight. Is that enough?”

“It’s more than enough.”

Posh smiled, lowering to the floor in front of him. “I’ve always wanted to see your dick.” She explored, reaching her hand through his zipper. “Shit, that’s a big motherfucker. Where is the head to this snake?” She gripped a fistful of his manhood, tugging and jerking, finally freeing him. “Mmm, I’m about to…”

Posh gaped wide, taking his stiff phallus to the back of her throat, easing him down deep within her gullet. She searched for his hands, placing them to the crown of her head. She hummed and moaned as she forced him deeper, licking and stabbing his balls with the tip of her tongue.

Kyle didn’t last under the intense pleasure. “Oh, damn…I can feel it already. It’s about to happen… It’s right there, Posh. Oh…fuck! Baby…!”

His body stiffened, his feet stamped heavily without coordination as his dreads flew wildly, spanking his face. He shoved at her shoulders, trying to free himself, but she was locked and unrelenting. “Please, I can’t take any more!”

His begging went unheeded as she emptied him, milking and swallowing his last drops before freeing him.

She looked up, peering mischievously into his relaxed eyes. “Now I’ll have another bump of that coke.”

Following a pair of small salads as an appetizer was the entrée. A surf and turf couple’s special: Tomahawk rib-eye, loaded potatoes, lobster tail with grilled asparagus, and sautéed mushrooms on the side.

Kyle pushed back from the table, loosening his belt. “I thought I was going to want some chocolate cake afterwards, but I’m done. What about you? You want something sweet?”

“That big dick tonight.”

“You’re going to get plenty of that.”

“As much as I want?”

“As much as you can handle.”

“I’m going to wear you out. You just may want to order that cake anyway… For later… You’re going to need all your energy.”

“I’m good. You just worry about you.”

“We’ll see.”

Sylvia approached. “How was your meal?”

Kyle spoke, “Everything was perfect.”

“Can I get you anything else?”

Posh joked, “He wants to order some chocolate cake to take home.”

“No, I don’t.”

Sylvia paused. “What’s going on? What are you two giggling about?” She looked to Posh. “Am I seeing something in your eyes, girl?”

“Maybe.”

Sylvia turned to Kyle. “And you have that same stupid look.”

“What look?”

“That look. What went on back there in the champagne room?”

“Just some dancing…”

“Nah, bullshit. I know what happened. Y’all were fucking!”

“No, we weren’t.”

She turned back to Posh. “Look at me, bitch, and don’t lie. Something happened. What?”

“I’m pleading the fifth.”

“I knew it!” Sylvia screamed with jubilation. “It’s about damn time. I told you that you two would make the perfect couple!”

“Hey, Kyle!” Thomas crashed in. “Good news!”

“Thomas! What’s up?”

“I found me a girl, bro.”

“You did?!”

“Yeah, she’s beautiful.” Thomas pointed. “You see that blonde over there?”

Kyle propped upward. “All the way across the room? The one in black?”

“Yes! What do you think?”

“She’s…” Kyle looked to Posh. “She’s pretty, huh?”

Sylvia cut in. “Who is she? Is she new?”

Posh looked to Sylvia. “She dances by Violet. She’s from out of town.”

Thomas countered, “No, she’s from right here. I already asked her. She lives with her brother in a high-rise downtown. I talked to him on the phone. He’s pretty cool. He’s a dealer, and he’s hooking me up with a half ounce of yay yo, fish scale. A good price too.”

Kyle turned to Thomas. “Where are you doing the deal? Are you going to his place?”

“No, he’s picking her up here, and then they’re going to meet me at my room.”

“Why can’t she leave with you? You have a car, right?”

“I have my rental, but she said that she didn’t want to risk any of the managers seeing her leave with a customer. She might get fired.” Posh, Kyle, and Sylvia eyed each other with circumspection. Thomas smiled warmly. “Come on, relax, everything will be fine.” He quick-glanced the uncleared table. “Hey, you guys look like you just had supper. Let me take care of it.”

“You don’t have to…”

“Sure!” Sylvia stood, shooting Kyle a contemptuous look. “Let me get you a receipt.”

“Ah, don’t worry about that.” Thomas clawed a fist full of loose bills from his pocket. “I got you.” Sylvia eyed with avarice as nine crisp one hundreds fell to the table. “That should cover it. And you keep the change, Jessica Alba.”

“Thank you!”

“And, Kyle, again, brother. I want to apologize for that misunderstanding earlier. I am truly sorry.”

Kyle stood, tightly gripping Thomas’s hand. “It’s all good, brother.”

“Ah, I see what you did there.” Thomas laughed heartily. “Good one, bro.” He gave his final looks to the girls and then to Kyle. “Well, this is it. I’ll be back someday. Don’t forget about me…”

It was the following evening when Kyle, with Posh on his arm, entered The Candy Elephant. He was full of mirth as he held the platinum diamond-clustered Christian cross pendant in his palm away from his chest. “Sylvia! Look what she got me for my birthday.”

“Nice… Really nice.”

“She spent some good money on it, too.”

“He earned it last night.” Posh gazed flirtatiously. “And this morning too…with that big dick. I had to reward him.”

“Sounds like you two had a good time.”

Posh looked to Sylvia. “What’s wrong? Why the long face?

“You haven’t heard?”

“Heard what?”

“It’s all over the news. The police, detectives, vice; they were all here. They just left.”

“What?! Why? What the fuck’s going on?”

“They’re looking for Violet… And you were right, Posh. She was from out of town. They robbed Thomas last night.”

“They? Her and her brother?”

“Her, her pimp, and another guy. It was a setup. They have them on the hotel video going in and coming out of his room, and they got the license plate from the parking lot camera, too.”

“What about Thomas? Is he okay?”

“He was beaten and tortured…”

“What?!” Kyle stood from his stool. “He’s got to be at Parkland. Shit! I don’t even know his last name.” He looked to Posh. “Babe, let’s go and see him. Maybe there’s something we can do. We gotta try.”

Sylvia softened, “No, Kyle. There’s nothing you can do. They were killers… Thomas is gone.”

The End

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