Date = 13 April
Place = San Francisco (Black Dragon Club)
POV – Enrique
“Two drafts,” I order some beer for Damion and myself as I watch my brothers downing what must be the seventh or possibly the eighth glass … this time it appears to be bourbon. The guy behind the counter gives me an awkward nod, lowering his eyes while turning his back on us to pour our drinks. He looks nervous. Maybe he recognized me or Damion … it’s not uncommon for people to react strangely in our presence. It’s one of the aspects of my job I don’t like. But you get used to it over time.
A man in a suit joins him and they have a short whispered conversation before he turns around and hands us our drinks. We sit down at the table with the boys that are on a serious get-drunk mission. I would actually not mind getting wasted myself, but tonight I’m a lookout … it’s one of our unspoken bro-rules: only one guy in three is allowed to get officially black-out drunk at a time.
While the others can have fun, they must maintain a reasonable level of sobriety and prevent their inebriated friends from making grave mistakes. Tonight, Damion and I are assigned to Logan, while Axel and Alejandro have Jackson. Lee is an extra.
I take a small sip from my beer, savoring it as it has to last the whole night.
“So, dude, what happened to your blow-job baby?” I query my youngest brother. Logan raises his head to look at me, clearly more than befuddled already, his gray eyes red-lined.
“That fucking bitch is still going on with the whole thing. Look,” he pulls out his phone and shows us a photo of the very pregnant-looking girl. “She’s not even a modest six weeks in and her tummy is bigger than Mel’s. How stupid can you get? If you want to fake something, at least make it halfway believable.”
Fake. Like my contract with Aria. Is what I’m doing so much different from this girl pretending to be pregnant to get what she wants? I shake my head slightly to get rid of the cobwebs. Yes, there is a difference. I’m helping Leyla and not hurting anybody. Except maybe myself. I’m tired. I’m fucked up. I’m confused. All very good adjectives to describe my fragile well-being these last couple of weeks. But no, I’m not going to dwell on my problems tonight.
“What’s her name again … eh Valerie? Should we start calling Valerie our sister-in-law?” I tease my brother some more. Logan snorts and down his drink.
“Very funny. However, my lawyers are handling it.”
I grin, thinking how hilarious the situation actually is. At their previous Chicago game, Jackson rubbed one of the bunnies off onto Logan. That itself is nothing new. Jackson very seldom fuck a bunny. So poor Logan decided it a good idea to get sucked off in the lift. Still nothing odd about that. But what is particularly amusing is how the girl got pregnant through her throat somehow and now proclaims she’s carrying my bro’s baby … even posting pictures on the internet of her very rapidly growing tummy.
I sigh. Another one of those aspects that comes with the job. Girls lie all the time. Hell, during my eight years of being an actor, I’ve allegedly sired around 100 babies already … half of them with women I haven’t even met. And every day there are at least 10 false photos posted on some or other platform. Just like the one Amanda shared. I don’t even think about it anymore.
Granted … in the beginning, I got angry and upset and tried to expose every lie … but in the end, I realized that it’s like trying to stop the waves of the ocean … nothing comes of it. So I learned to live with it. We all did. These days we don’t even blink an eye about the small shit … we only interfere when it’s something big … like this Valerie girl problem.
So usually, I would just ignore Amanda’s post … but this time it’s different. Personal. Brian interfered and it hurt Aria. And I’m not going to let anyone hurt her. I already got Dean to comment on the photo stating that Amanda is a big fat fucking liar and that we can prove it.
“Fucking women!” Logan curses, “I swear I’m never having sex in a public place ever again. And I’m also off bunnies for good.” Then he stares at Damion. “You’re fucking lucky, bro, getting a girl like Mel. At least she’s not showing off her baby bump all over social media.” We all concur. That Damion is lucky to date Mel.
“I would not mind if she did. At least she really is pregnant,” he teases.
“That’s your fucking fault. You just couldn’t keep your dick in your pants, could you?”
“Can you blame me? Have you seen your sister?” Damion continues his bantering, “and did that girl suck you right through your undies? Don’t think so. You definitely hung out your banger bro.”
“That’s not the point. Yes, my dick was out … BUT she’s not part of your family, is she?” Logan chops back.
“Touche.” Damion lifts his beer up with a sinful grin.
“What if there was an app that could create an artificial perfect girl for each of us,” Axel chuckles, “Someone like Mel.”
“You guys do realize that Mel isn’t the only decent woman out there, don’t you?” Lee asks.
“Yeah, suppose. But they’re scarce as chicken teeth. Believe me, we’ve looked.” Logan pulls a grumpy face.
“And if there were such an app … what would your ideal girls look like?” Lee asks with a snicker.
“Well, mine would be very very pretty … ” Logan starts. “With big boobs,” Jackson interrupts and we all shake our heads in agreement. Nice boobs are always important. And Aria has some very nice pooches. The nicest I’ve seen by far.
“A handful of round stiff tits,” Logan corrects him. I just watch them quietly. I already found my perfect girl.
“And she must not be short … short girls can never have long sexy legs … or sexy curves,” Jackson goes on.
“Hey, Mel is short and sexy as hell,” Damion stands up for his fiancee.
“We’ve already established that Mel is one of a kind, dude,” Alejandro mumbles.
Lee rolls his eyes. “I meant personality-wise,” he scuffs.
“Oh … ” Logan says with a pout.
“She must do everything I say,” my twin expresses his desires, “I like them kinky and submissive, but not boring. And she must be into hard fucks.” Lee pulls a disgusted-looking face while staring at my brother. Maybe he’s also thinking that such a girl does not exist.
“Yeah, but I don’t want some stupid bimbo either.” Alejandro now gives his opinion, “I would at least like to talk to her between hard fucks.”
“That’s a good point,” Axel gets in his view, “having a sensible conversation is a plus, but she must also be able to talk dirty, as well as know when to shut the fuck up.”
“Exactly … and she mustn’t try too hard or be fake … or be over dramatic like those bunnies and fan girls. Jeez, they’re the worst, especially when they shout in those cicada shrill voices,” Jackson pulls a face as if he smelled a rotting rat.
“Guys, love hits you like a big shit. It’s definitely not gonna ask you what your ideal girl looks like, but in the end, that girl will be perfect for you.” Damion sounds all touchy-feely, “Just like … ”
“Mel! We know,” everybody says at once, making him blush. He seriously got it bad. And for the first time, I get him. I know what he feels.
“So how did you know she was the one?” Jackson asks looking all serious.
“The day you can’t get your mind from some girl’s pussy, while simultaneously thinking about her face the whole time … she’s probably it.”
“Voodoo vagina,” I think out loud and they all laugh. Lee lets out a deep sigh.
“So, all you guys actually care about is how the girl looks and performs in bed?”
All nod in agreement. Except for Damion and me.
“More or less, yes,” someone says.
“Ug, you guys are so clueless. Even though Mel is the most beautiful girl in the world to me, and the sex is fucking amazi … ”
“Fuck, STOP!” my brothers and I shout out together, making Damion laugh before he continues.
“Okay, I’ll leave that part out. But although all those things are on point … it’s not what makes me love her. I actually like our bickering and her having her own opinion. The way she never does as I say makes it interesting. It’s her spicy personality that made me fall so hard for her. And it is nice to find things we can do together … with our clothes on.”
Lee throws his hands in the air. “Now that’s how it should be. So none of you ever found a girl that made your heart beat a little faster? One that gives you butterflies?” Lee sounds agitated. I just can’t read this guy. Is he mad about something?
“Nope,” Alejandro and Logan both shake their heads. Axel and Jackson look in different directions … like the floor and ceiling. Lee frowns deeply.
“Wait … so you … ” he mumbles, pointing with his finger, “have you .. ” he looks from Jackson to Axel. What’s this now? Neither Jackson nor Axel ever fell for a girl … that we know of. But then again, they’re both more secretive than Area fucking 51. They would not easily share that kind of information. Hell, I think we’ll only find out that they fell in love when we’re already standing at the altar waiting for the bride.
“No, you wait little mister know-it-all … do you have a secret girl stashed somewhere? Or are you just in touch with your feminine side?” Jackson hurdles by throwing the ball back at Lee.
“Let’s just say I met someone that intrigues me a little.”
Lee and Jackson have this stare-down contest, the tension between them giving me the chills. Maybe they’re in love with the same girl. Fuck. That would be disastrous.
“Ug, get a room already,” Logan scolds, drawing them from whatever that was. Jackson smirks, but Lee blushes and takes a huge sip from his beer, looking at the stage where some girl is rubbing her vagina against a pole. I’m not sure how long she’s been there, and I don’t care. Strip shows and dancers are not my thing.
“Hey, I’m gonna take a quick leak,” Damion says looking rather bleak.
“Are you okay, Fratello?” Alejandro looks at his brother with a worried face.
“Yeah, just a little tired. Think we should call it a night when I come back.”
I stare at the stage, but I’m not watching. It’s as if I’m in a haze.
“This Brian guy is starting to seriously piss me off,” Logan suddenly says out of the blue, breaking the awkward silence that was. I blink a few times to get my eyes to focus right.
“Yeah, when we’re all sober we should get to the bottom of all this,” Alejandro says. “I’ll start looking into him tomorrow. Try to find a weakness.” I take the last sip of my beer. A strange feeling creeps over me as if something’s crawling inside my veins. Blood pumps into an unexpected place out of the blue and my head feels dizzy. I stand up and hold onto the table. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Guys, I’m feeling dizzy.” I place a hand against my temple.
“Eh … yes, you see Sport,” Lee starts and I wonder if he knows the meaning of my new nickname, “the problem is that God, unfortunately, gave men a brain and a penis … but just enough blood to run one at a time.” He stares at my crotch, pulling his mouth as if he’s trying his best not to laugh. I look down to find my jeans stretched to their limit, my zipper looking as if it’s gonna strip any moment.
I groan. Everybody else laughs. But this is not funny. I walk to where the bathrooms must be. My mind can’t seem to delay even the normal function of putting one foot in front of the other to my legs. And even worse – with each uncomfortable step, my legs rub against my painful hard-on. Maybe if I splash some water on my face I will come to my senses. I can also get off in the toilet stall – at least it would relieve some of the pressure that’s building down there.
I find Damion squatting in the hallway, leaning against the wall, his head resting on his knees. Is he drunk? Fuck, who gets drunk from just one beer? I push my back against the wall and slide down slowly to hunch beside him.
“Damion, are you alright?” He doesn’t answer, just shakes his head with a whimper without even lifting it. We sit in silence for a while.
“My balls are fucking aching. It feels as if my dick is gonna burst,” he squeals. I have the exact same problem.
“This is not normal, dude. It’s fucking torture,” I grind my teeth in pain.
Fuck! I realize we must have been drugged. But why? What must we do? I’m not even sure I can make it to the bathroom without exploding. Then a few men appear. Great. Maybe they can help us.
“It worked. Get them up and into the room,” one says. Fuck. We’re screwed. Damion seems to have passed out … or at least I hope he’s just passed out. He looks rather dead. There’s some white leaking from his mouth. What the fuck is this?
They scoop me up, hands under my arms, and carry-pull me down the hall and into a room with some kind of large brown couch. Two girls appear and start undressing us. Are they gonna rape us? I’m so fucking hard, but I don’t want to screw any girl. I want Aria. And Mel’s going to be devastated if her man empties himself into another vagina. But the way he looks like a floppy rag doll, I’m not sure that’s possible.
One girl brushes her hand over my manhood, now only covered by the thin material of my underwear. I groan. This is some kinky shit. But I don’t want this. I open my mouth but my tongue seems tied. I can’t utter a straight word, only some moans escape my throat.
“You’re a big guy ain’t you, sugar?” the slut smiles and I close my eyes. This can’t be happening.
“Who the fuck are you?” a familiar voice comes from somewhere. Lee? I open one eye – that’s all I can manage – hoping to see the whole gang. But it’s just him. Alone.
“We’re friends of Damion. We’re just having a good time,” a man answers while trying to block Lee. Another dude goes to help keep our friend from getting to us.
“Well, I don’t think they’re having much fun.” That’s my little man.
“Mind your own business, squid.”
“This IS my business.”
“Fuck off shortie!”
“Make me,” Lee sounds angry. The first man attacks Lee, but he flies through the air and lands with a loud THUD on his back. Another man enters the room holding a gun. The girls scream and run away
I close my eyes. There’s no way Lee can win this fight. He’s dead and we’re screwed.