I Am A Whore, Stage 1

I see two of MOB’s friends. One asks me where he is. I inform him that he’s asking the wrong woman and that I haven’t heard from him. He makes some lame ass excuse for him. For once, I don’t buy it. Friend Two has a different approach. I step out for a cigarette and he follows. He thinks I’m a great girl and doesn’t want me to get my heart broken but there’s something I should know…

He drives me down the street to the tasteless La Mirada hotel and points to MOB’s car which sits in the parking lot. My mind races. And then, it goes completely blank. “Take me back to the bar.” And he does.

After he gets done outing his homey and I think I can’t stand to hear another word, he takes it to a whole different level. I’ve been grieving for like four minutes here and he looks at me as we walk back into the bar and says, “So, you know, if you and MOB are done, maybe you and I could hook-up sometime.” I stare. “Aren’t you married?” He smiles. “I won’t tell if you won’t.” Are you fucking kidding me?!? Am I on Punk’d? Candid Camera? When Bad Things Happen To Good Girls? What the hell is going on here?

I walk back in possessed like Marlena on Days of Our Lives. Some girl looks at me funny. “What the fuck are you looking at, bitch?” She is first shocked and then pissed that I just called her out. She steps towards me but two of my friends intercept her and make sure she keeps her ass quiet if she knows what’s good for her. I watch and laugh.

Never in my life have I felt this way. I’m bad ass. I’m a gangsta. I’m a strong fuckin’ woman who will not get fucked over again. I am King Kong, Satan and Julia Roberts in “Pretty Woman” rolled into one. No one is messing with me tonight.

Except for FB. He makes his way to my side to make sure I’m okay and to calm me down. Although he doesn’t understand what is going on, he’s concerned. I don’t explain it to him despite his questions. But his caring is starting to make me soft and I don’t want to feel anything tonight, especially vulnerable. And I don’t want to believe a thing coming out of any person with a penis’s mouth. I see LA’s truck pull up outside. I give FB a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I’ll see him tomorrow.

I slip out the door, past Preach and my girls and MOB’s buddies. As LA begins to get out of his truck I make my way to the door. He instantly smiles and gives me a hug. “Can I buy a beautiful lady a drink?” I think for a second and then lean in. “No, but you can take me home and do all those things you’ve always dreamt about doing to me.” And we’re back at my house quicker than “beam me up, Scottie”.

Surprisingly, LA is not at all the dud I feared he would be in bed. In fact, he’s actually quite good. He’s no Rock and I don’t love him like MOB but for tonight he’ll be a dose of amnesia mixed with a decent orgasm and for that, I can’t thank him enough.