| 04-10-01 Chapter I - The last Five hundred dollars was all it took to buy my way into the high class night club on 5th avenue. Honestly five hundred dollars isn't that much considering that some high class celebrities were rumored to hang out here on a regular basis. But I wasn't interested in seeing celebrities, or scantily-clad women, or even shake my groove-thang. I was here to meet the girl of my dreams. I thought. As I stepped into the nightclub it was obvious I out of my league in more ways than one. Besides my holy jeans and ordinary t-shirt, my hair was frazzled because I had woken up just an hour earlier. But I didn't care what these trendy over-hyped under-appreciative post-modern droids thought of my appearance. I stepped through the undulating couples and found my way to the bathroom. I wanted to puke out Starbucks and sell it to the wave functions out there. Instead I through some water on my hair and pulled out my cell phone to page this woman I was here to meet. For five hundred bucks I better at least get some sex, I thought. As I walked out of the bathroom some pretty boys heckled me. I walked past. Probably going to stuff their pants some more. Gotta love sex games. I sat at the bar for a moment and ordered a drink. A woman came up to me, as plainly dressed as one can be for a trendy nightclub. "Hi, I'm Victoria," she said. If she had curves, I couldn't see them. But, this was the girl I was supposed to meet. Curly hair past her shoulders, breasts that were nothing special, sparkled pants and a plain white shirt. I looked into her eyes though and wondered, how many times has this girl been laid. Sorry I'm a guy. So we sat and talked. Basi first meeting type stuff until she slipped in that she wasn't wearing any panties. Now we're talking. I went outside and got a cab. Five hundred dollars to use the bathroom and talk for 45 minutes. And 40 people in Mexico could have eaten tonight. I don't care about them, I'm going to get laid. Victoria comes outside and smiles. The ride to my place is pretty uneventful, typical New York City traffic. The night with her is a different story. After I woke up the next morning, she had to leave to go back into the sky where she came from. My name is Paxton McCaw. I had sex with the girl of my dreams. And then my life fell apart. |