A giant party bus filled with women caught my attention as we walked down the sidewalk looking for our next destination.
“Gentleman, I think we’ve hit the mother load,” I said. “It’s a bachelorette party.” I knocked at the door and waited. All the giggling and chattering stopped; the doors opened, and I was greeted by a beautiful brunette with a short dress and f**k me pumps. “Ladies, are we celebrating?”
“Hell yes we are. Natasha is getting married tomorrow,” said the girl in the little red number. Her words were slurred, and she swayed on those mile high heels.
“Feel like a little male company?” I asked with an eyebrow raised and a grin on my face.
“It’s up to the girls. Ladies, what do you say? Look out the windows… do we want to invite the gentlemen in?”
Female faces filled the windows and eyed us, checking us out like a potential meal or victim. “Come on in, boys.”
We had a couple drinks on the bus and talked with the girls. Everyone paid attention to a different girl and shared the love. I paid strict attention to the bride. I wasn’t looking for love but a night of fun. “Are you sure you want to get married, beautiful?”
“I do; he’s a nice guy.” Those words are the kiss of death. It was code for boring ass mother f**ker, but he’s kind and makes good money.
“We’re here,” yelled a girl from the front trying be heard over the chatter and music.
“Want to dance with someone the polar opposite of your husband-to-be?” I held out my hand, and she stared at it for a long moment.
“Let’s go, hot stuff.” Maybe she wasn’t as committed as she let on.
We entered the crowded dance club filled with smoke and music so loud it made your chest throb with the beat. I took the bride on the dance floor and grinded against her. I f**ked her through her pretty little dress with her veil on. She blushed but pushed her body against mine. We stared into each other eyes, and I saw the spark. My c**k grew hard from the friction of her body against mine and the look in her eyes. It was sensual, and no nudity was involved. I would’ve never f**ked her. I was on the shit end of that stick before and wouldn’t wish it on another soul.
The moment was ruined by an ass**le who bumped into me causing her to fall to the floor. “What the f**k is wrong with you, dickhead?” I yelled at the bastard as I helped her off the floor.
“Fuck off, dude.” He started to walk away. Fuck me? No apologies to the lady he knocked over. I needed someone to take my anger from the day out on, and this guy fit the bill. I grabbed his shoulder before he was able to take another step.
“Fuck off? Apologize to the lady. NOW.”
He looked at my hand with a look of disgust. He grabbed my hand, and I used that moment to punch him in the face. It was a sucker shot, but I didn’t give a shit. I landed a couple shots, having the advantage of surprise. The fists flew between the two of us, and the rest of the world drifted away. Tables moved, and chairs fell as we made our way out of the club and continued to fight on the sidewalk.
The sound of sirens didn’t mean anything good, but I kept my attention focused on the c**k sucker I’d been pounding my fist into for the last few minutes. Hands grabbed my arms and pulled us apart. My face smashed against a metal fence as a man tried to restrain me, but I fought back. My anger had blinded me, and all I could think about was taking my feelings about being fired out on this guy who just bumped into me.
“Stop struggling,” the guy said as he held my hands behind my back and slammed my face into the chain link again. My mind didn’t communicate with the rest of my body as I continued to struggle. My face met the concrete in the most unfriendly way as a knee pushed into my back, and my arms were being pulled away from my body. My face throbbed, my arms burned, and my mind was a jumbled mess.
“You’re under arrest, anything you say or do...” He read me my rights. I had steered clear of the police since I was a teenager but not tonight. The officer pulled me up using my hands as a motivator.
I sat in the back of the car as they ran my name through their database on the ride to the police station. I tried to think of a way to get out of this. I didn’t need to add jail to my list of troubles. “Guys, come on. We can work something out. Maybe we can stop by the ATM on the way.”
“Are you trying to bribe us, son?” The man didn’t even bother to turn around and face me.
I leaned forward trying to plead my case. “Sir, please, I just lost my job. I can’t sit in jail. I’ll give you anything you want.”
I received no response. My ass would be spending the night in jail, and I couldn’t do anything to change it. I was booked, fingerprinted, photographed, and given a new set of clothes to wear. It would be a long night as I lay on the hard wooden bench that lined the holding cell. I closed my eyes and shut the world out.
“Mr. Michaels,” a voice woke me from my nightmare.
My body ached as I sat up. Every muscle and bone screamed when I tried to move. “Here.”
“Let’s go.”
“Where?” I asked as I stood propelling myself up with my hands holding the hard bench.
“You’re getting out, kid,” he said.
I walked without knowing my feet were moving. I was getting out. I hadn’t placed my one phone call, but maybe one of the guys had bailed me out. I walked through the wing door and jumped as it slammed behind me. It scared the shit out of me and even the softest sound sounded like a semi horn with my hangover.