, sugar,” Angel said, obviously recognizing that I could not even hang with her. “It’s a shame.” She touched my dick and it hurt because it was still sensitive from the orgasm I’d endured. “You have so much potential with that big, juicy dick of yours. What a waste.”
Angel retrieved her gum, plopped it back into her mouth, and slipped back into her shoes. Thank goodness for that! She snapped her purse open and started digging through it.
“Tell you what. Let me give you my business card and brochure. Give me a call sometime next week. If I’m in a good mood, I might finish the job for free.”
I was floored. “You have a brochure?”
“Absolutely! Like I said, I’m a professional. How do you think your friends found me in the first place?”
Angel handed me a full-color business card with her picture, along with a matching brochure. The brochure listed Angel’s special skills and featured her in various sets of raunchy lingerie. Apparently, she could tie a cherry string with her tongue, she was double-jointed, and she had no problem giving or receiving golden showers.
Sick, sick, sick! At that point, I couldn’t wait to get Angel out of the house. Being a graduate of UHT, the University of Home Training, I decided some form of thanks was in order.
“Thanks for everything, Angel. That was very nice.” I extended my hand.
She shook it. “Anytime, baby boy.” Angel headed for the bedroom door after gathering her belongings.
I pulled up my pants and zippered them.
“I meant what I said. Call me.” She held her fingers up to her cheek, spreading them to mimic a telephone, and then disappeared from my line of vision.
After going into the bathroom to take a leak and wash my face, I went downstairs. Angel was gone. However, Roxie was there; attitude and all. I saw her hand before I saw her face, when she slapped me clear across mine. It stung something fierce.
“Yardley, how could you do this to me?” Roxie screamed at me, with dozens of party guests looking on. “How could you?”
Roxie pushed her way through the crowd and out the front door before I could say a word in my own defense. Not that I had a defense. Never had I felt so ashamed and disappointed at the same time. There was no way Roxie would give me another chance. Our love affair was over before it had even begun.
Being his typical self, Mike tried to pretend like Roxie hadn’t slapped the shit out of me. It was like it had never happened. “Man, that was quick. Must’ve been some good booty.”
“For what we paid for it, it ought to be good and tight,” Felix said.
Dwayne wasn’t buying into that pipe dream. “A hooker with a tight booty? Man, get real!”
I was speechless. Mike waved his hand in front of my face, snapping me out of a trance.
“You sweating Roxie?” Felix asked. “Forget that skeezer, man. She wasn’t trying to handle her business, so we got you someone who would.”
They exchanged high-fives while the girls in the room all huddled over by the sofa like an NFL team. Talking trash about us, more than likely. My little escapade was destined to be the talk of the school for a solid week. Maybe I’d fake sick or something.
I went into the kitchen to grab a beer out of the fridge, leaving the boys standing in the living room guffawing and cracking jokes about me. As the ice-cold liquid hit the back of my throat, the expression on Roxie’s face invaded my thoughts. It was an expression of pain. I vowed right then and there never to intentionally hurt another woman in my entire life. Once I did become sexually active, I was determined to treat women with respect and compassion. I’d never prey on them and think of them as nothing but pieces of ass. Unfortunately, by deciding to be as gentle as a lamb, I was setting myself up to be the prey.
Three
Rayne Waters, Age 19
University of Alabama
Thanksgiving Day 1994
I’d decided to stay at school during Thanksgiving. I couldn’t deal with Momma and her drinking, which had gotten progressively worse. Chance was my roommate and had gone home to spend the day with the Martinez clan. She’d tried to insist that I join her but I felt uncomfortable being around Ruiz and his new bride. My puppy-love crush had turned into more—much more—during my senior year in high school. In fact, I’d ended up giving Ruiz my virginity. Up until that point—one Saturday night at the drive-in movies—I’d simply done a lot of “dry fucking” with various boys. None of them were manly enough for me to actually “grace with the booty” so I’d refused to give it up. Then came that fateful night when Ruiz was supposed to be driving Chance and me to the movies to see New Jack City. Chance came down with strep throat, after making out with these two freaky boys from our rival school behind the bleachers at a football game. Ruiz had called to tell me that he still planned to go see it and asked if I wanted to go see it alone with him.
The way he’d spoken the words—“Rayne, you want to go hang out with me and just little ol’ me?”—made my panties wet. First of all, there wasn’t a damn thing “little” about Ruiz. He was cut from top to bottom and worked out at the local Bally’s religiously. Secondly, my hormones were out of control. Getting any amount of attention from the boy that I’d masturbated myself to sleep thinking about countless times was a welcomed change.
It had taken me forever to decide what to wear. Silly now that I think about it. At a drive-in movie, no one can see what you have on. But I wanted to impress Ruiz, so I threw the majority of the clothes out of my closet onto my bed before finally deciding on a cute pink outfit—a pair of leggings with a baby doll top to match. I pinned my hair up in a bun and let one strand of hair dangle over my left eye. I’d seen a picture of Iman, the famous fashion model, in a magazine with a similar look and attempted to emulate it.
Momma was out doing her regular dirt at the Eagle so I snuck into her room and raided her makeup caddy, applying some rouge, lipstick, and eyeliner the best that I could. I never wore more than lip gloss but I wanted to look older for Ruiz; hoping that he’d forget my real age.
When Ruiz pulled up in his t-top red Camaro and blew the horn, I had to fight to suppress the scream building up in my throat. This was really happening. I was going out on an actual date with Ruiz Martinez—even though I was sure he didn’t view it as a date.