And we did just that.
Speaking of powerful…
I reached for the woman’s hand and caressed her fingers. “What’s your name, honey?”
“Annie,” she said in a flirty voice.
Annie was topless. Her left nipple pierced. Both tits fake. But both tits beautiful. She had little curls in her blonde hair. And her eyes raged for some rock star dick.
In front of me was my custom-made coffee table.
Big enough for two women to lay on.
Why?
“Come here,” I said to Annie. “Lay down.”
There was already a woman on the table.
She wanted me to call her Starla.
She was gorgeous. Her skin rubbed by the sun. Her eyes chocolate brown. Wearing a skimpy top that covered damn near next to nothing.
Somewhere else in the house the band was there.
I didn’t care about that.
The more messed up I got, the better things felt.
Or I should have said the more Abby floated to the back of my mind to stay there.
“Now we’re going to play a game,” I said to both women. “You’re going to make me forget someone. Can you do that?”
“Of course,” Starla said.
She took Annie’s hand.
They looked at each other and giggled.
Oh, the things to do tonight… the things they would do to each other… for me… and then to me… for me… and then what I’d do to them… for me…
I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured a shot into the belly button of Annie.
She laughed as I did so.
Whiskey spilled over and I leaned down to lick it off her stomach.
For Starla, she got something.
A white line of fun just above her belly button.
“This is called the forget her right now,” I said and laughed.
I was too far gone to be doing this kind of shit.
But Abby’s voice refused to quiet down in my head.
Toby was pissed at me for trashing the recording studio.
The band… whatever… I wasn’t sure where they were.
I leaned down and put my mouth over Annie’s belly button.
I sucked and licked, lapping up the whiskey.
She laughed and I moved my eyes to watch her tits dance around.
Then in the same breath, I moved down and put my right nostril to Starla’s stomach and took care of business there.
When I lifted up, Starla sat up and met me, her lips a centimeter from mine.
“I want some,” she whispered.
“I’ll tell you what you can have, honey,” I said. “This is my house. My rules.”
“But I think we can sway that,” Annie said.
She sat up and touched Starla’s stomach. Her hand moved under Starla’s shirt.
They looked at each other.
They inched closer to one another.
I sat back on the couch and put my head back and smiled.
I could forget about Abby in a heartbeat.
With this kind of party going on… it was…
I shut my eyes for a second and pictured Abby one last time.
Then I was going to forget her for good.
“Come on, big guy. Open your eyes.”
“Is he dead?”
“He’s not dead. His stomach is moving.”
“He looks hard.”
“Morning wood. Happens to everyone.”
“Just leave him alone.”
“Nah, we have to get him up.”
“I’ll take care of it. Watch this…”
“Just kick him. Really hard.”
“Or drop something on his dick. That’ll wake him up.”
“Here… I’ve got it…”
The words were just echoes in my mind as I was half away and half asleep.
Then came a gush of cold water.
As soon as it hit my face, I jumped up.
My eyes opened and I was on my feet.
I saw Jay and Sab for a second before I hit the coffee table and fell on top of it.
I hit so hard, I bounced and flipped over the table to the floor.
“Holy fucking shit,” Dex said. “You killed him, Toby.”
“Good,” Toby said. “Asshole.”
I opened my eyes again and stared up at my ceiling.
I touched myself.
I was fully dressed.
Shirt. Jeans.
My dick was rock hard.
And I could tell what kind of morning wood it was.
The kind you got when you didn’t blow a load the night before.
“You okay, Reed?” Nash asked.
He offered his hand and he helped me up.
I stumbled around again and finally found my balance.
“Water?” I asked.
My hair and face and shirt were soaked.
“Wake the fuck up,” Toby said.
“What’s your fucking problem?”
“Abby quit the song,” Sab said.
“What?” I asked.
“She called Toby and quit,” Nash said.
“Why the fuck would she do that?” I asked. “She’s the best singer.”
“No shit,” Jay said. “What did you do to her? Again?”
“Fuck you, Jay,” I said. “I’ll knock your teeth out.”
“You can’t walk straight,” he said. “You got so fucked up you fell asleep. You had two women going at each other right in front of you. And you fell asleep. What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Jay, cut it,” Nash said.
“No,” Jay said. “What’s going on with you, Reed? You in love with her or something? Fucking sack up, bro.”
I lunged at Jay.
I had no balance but I managed to get my hands on his left arm.
When I fell, I pulled him with me and we both kind of fell into a chair.
I took a swing at him and punched him in the arm.
Jay pulled away and let me fall over the arm of the chair to the floor.
“He’s messed up,” Sab said.
“Give him a goddamn break,” Nash said.
“Fuck you all,” I said. “Get the fuck out of my house.”
“Clean yourself up,” Toby said. “You’re just lucky she didn’t pull the vocal tracks off the song. You’re fucked on the road though. I’m sure we can find someone similar.”
I pulled myself up and looked at Toby. “When did she quit?”
“Last night,” Toby said. “She called and said she didn’t want to sing the song ever again. No shows. Nothing. I tried to sway her but she wanted nothing to do with it.”
“Well done, Reed,” Jay said.
“Jay,” Sab said. “Fuck, bro. You don’t know what’s going on.”
“Yeah I do,” Jay said. “You assholes don’t remember it. They were close back then. She fucking loved him. And he threw her off the bus.”
“How the fuck do you know she loved me?” I asked.
“She told me, asshole,” Jay yelled. “There was a night you passed out and she and I had been hanging all night. You were so pissed about it too. You crashed and I made a move. She told me no.”
“I’ll fucking kill you,” I said.
“If you can walk straight…”
Nash grabbed Jay by the shirt and pulled him out of my reach.
“Everyone split up,” Dex announced. “Jesus Christ. Is this really happening right now?”