Veruka was on point just like it always was. It was swinging it was bumping and everyone was grinding. We had only been there for an hour when Amanda tapped me on the shoulder. When I turned and looked at her she appeared as if she was going to toss her cookies. I guess it wouldn�t be all so shocking for a model,
�What? What is it?� She grabbed at her purse from the table and took a hold of my arm,
�Let�s go.� I frowned at her as I pointed to the guy I had just met not too long before. He was hot and he was a corporate lawyer, didn�t make as much as me but I could work with it. His status didn�t need to be a concern for me too much because if at any time we did hook up it would be in private however I did expect certain luxuries and gifts.
�Amanda I�m a little busy here. We just got here.� I turned back to my new friend and smiled as I tossed my hair and attempted to lean in closer only I couldn�t because Amanda still had a grip on my arm. I smiled again and held up a finger letting him know I wasn�t going anywhere. I stood up and walked a couple of feet away,
�Amanda what?� Her eyes darted and she seemed jumpy,
�I have to get out of here. Michael is here and he�s with Penelope. I can�t let him see me. I just can�t Brehan. Please, let�s go.� I didn�t want to go but just because we did didn�t mean I had to go home. We could easily go somewhere else.
Michael was an ex boyfriend of Amanda�s who broke her heart over eight months ago and she still hadn�t gotten over it. They were apparently so deeply in love but all the while he was tagging Penelope. In fact, while she and Michael shared a flat in New York he and Penelope shared a house in Malibu. It seemed as if everyone knew it but no one had the nerve to tell Amanda. I have to say those women have it bad but that�s what happens when the other woman is the better woman. The other woman is a huge threat and its no contest. Evelyn had me, Sarah�s friend Rebecca had Jill and Amanda had Penelope. It�s the war of women and only the more conniving and the one who wanted it more would come out on top.
�Yeah sure.�
After telling my potential new friend that our night had to end before it had even started I followed Amanda, who was practically running, out of the club. Once we were outside and down the street a little she leaned against a wall and seemed to take a breath for the first time since her eyes landed on Michael and Penelope. Her hand was flat on her forehead as if she was taking her temperature to prove the sighting had some type of physical impact on her.
�Come on, we can go to Raoul�s.� I began to look around searching for a cab, �We just need to find a cab.� She shook her head,
�No, no let�s just walk ok? Its not that far.� I didn�t walk anywhere except on the catwalk. I didn�t exercise and I didn�t do outdoor things except tan out by the pool when I was some place with water, sand and fruity drinks with umbrellas.
�Amanda I don�t want to-� Why the fuck was I trying to be diplomatic about this? She needed a reality check and no one has done it so it�s up to me,
�You have to get over this. It�s almost been a year. He has moved on. When are you? He isn�t the only man to grace earth.� I began to walk and I noticed she didn�t follow immediately, �It�s about time you got over this. Tonight you are going home with someone and getting fucked so good you forget all about Michael�s sorry ass.� She began to walk after me and I was more determined, after telling her what she needed, that I wanted the same thing. Of course, I didn�t want to forget about Steven but if I�m going to be better than I have in the past I might as well get some of this wild aggression out of me before he returns. I don�t plan on being a good girl for long but long enough that things calm down after this harsh storm that has surrounded our relationship. I don�t know if it�s in me to be a �good� girl. That�s vanilla, that�s boring and simply put that�s not me. I don�t think I can be faithful nor do I have the desire. Any man I�m with is going to be cheated on, the thing is I�m respectful enough to not flaunt it. It may seem outrageous but what�s outrageous to me is being with one person and only one person forever. That�s not natural and it�s sure not fun.
Raoul�s is one of the original trendy spots in SoHo. I have to say SoHo, which stands for South of Houston Street, is one of my favorite parts of New York. When I first got to NYC I pronounced it like the city but after being laughed at, I was told it was pronounced How-ston street. Before it became very urban and very cool SoHo was very much hell. It was full of nothing but empty warehouses. It is popular with the art crowd and its trendy galleries, stores, cafes, and nighttime hot spots have made it affordable for only the successful of artists. No struggling artist could meet the expenses of the area. It was full of beautiful people and if they didn�t live here they liked to play here. Once SoHo wasn�t feasible the struggling artists moved to another abandoned area that soon adopted the name TriBeCa. Of course it didn�t take long for the rich to take over again. The rich know a good thing when someone else sees it.
This place could have been called Le Chic, it was filled with model-beauty women and men who wore the right clothes, the right makeup, the right shoes, drank the right drinks and said all the right things to make them even more fabulous than they already were. I kept feeding Amanda drinks until she didn�t know if she was coming or going and pretty soon she didn�t know if she was heterosexual or homosexual. She sat off in the corner of the bar and kissed every beautiful man or woman who showed the slightest bit of interest.
�Doll face, are you having a good time?� Amanda was practically out of her top and her left nipple played peek-a-boo for everyone to enjoy. Her full body weight collapsed me on as she slurred,
�Great, just fucking awesome.� I left her and her nipples and went for another drink.
At the bar was none other than that rapper guy one of my acquaintances messed around with last spring. I told her to stay away from him. Rappers, they were all nothing but gun-toting women hating ignorant assholes with no class. He was just like the others. Loved to talk about black pride and all that stupid bullshit but behind closed doors they all had a thing for white girls. We were the ultimate prize, and even more so those of us who were blonde. They wouldn�t show up anywhere in public with a white woman, that would mess up their credibility but they wanted to fuck us. He took it to the extreme. Not only did he want to fuck white women he liked to degrade them. I could only assume it was his own form of retribution for how he figured blacks were treated. He tapped me on the shoulder. I�m sure I was just what he was looking for because there isn�t that many black females at Raoul�s so he had to be out in search of his next piece of white ass,
�Yeah?� I could see him point me out to his little entourage. I wasn�t sure he wanted their approval or their envy. I�m pretty sure it was the latter.
�Why don�t you come back with me? Lets go.� I knew most definitely that he wasn�t going to remember me. How could he? He couldn�t remember all the women he slept with in the past month,
�No that�s quite all right. I don�t like forties.� I snarled. He laughed lightly but I could tell he wasn�t amused. Quickly he grabbed my neck and pulled me towards him as he looked around at his friends,
�Did you hear this bitch?� He turned to me and pulled me even closer as he growled in my face,
�Who the fuck do you think you are? Do you know who I am?� My heart raced. I always feel like I�m the one who is capable of being in control but I�m not stupid. I know this could turn out bad for me.
Chapter 104
Stranger Than Fiction
Stories
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