The music was very loud. Just the way I liked it. It was one of the reasons I came to Daniel’s.
Experience had taught me that it was impossible to think about the more serious problems of life with loud, noisy music blasting down your ear-drums. Not that I had any serious problems to think about, but my two married friends had lots of it. It mostly had to do with their wives and kids. Somehow, they’d arrived at the conclusion that our Friday nights had to be spent discussing their marriage problems. Thankfully, Daniel’s had the perfect solution for all that.
I took the last drag from the cigarette and crushed it into the ash tray on the low table. The seats around me were all empty. Preye and Kevin had left already. Something about it being time to head home, or time to head to another club, depending on which of them you listened to. I didn’t mind. I was actually enjoying the solitude. Preye had been keeling a little to starboard when he’d stood up, but he managed to make it to the exit on his own. At least he took his marriage seriously. Kevin, other the hand, was a self-confessed cheating bastard; he had left the club with two twenty-something-looking girls on either side of him.
Years ago, back in university, I used to have a drinking buddy who had a habit of going off on ridiculous philosophical trajectories whenever he’d had a couple beers. One night after we’d consumed a particularly unusual amount of alcohol, he’d begun to pontificate on the amoral activities of married men. After a lengthy discussion with himself, during which time I’d developed a terrible headache and puked twice, he’d finally arrived at a conclusion: Some men were born cheats, while some others had cheating thrust upon their shoulders. It amused me to think that with respect to this conclusion, my friend Kevin was a cheating colossus that stood astride both categories, defying all attempts at classification with licentious disregard.
Chuckling, I fished for a cigarette inside my near-empty pack. A bold warning on the body of the pack proclaimed: Smokers are liable to die young. Yeah right. I found a stick, secured it between my lips, and leaned back to light it. And then I saw her.
She glided in like a cheetah, the way only a wild feline can. When she smiled, her eyes seemed to shine and sparkle, a faint kaleidoscope of colors that lasted for half a heartbeat. Something tugged at my mind, something about her smile. I remember lighting the cigarette and taking a long deep drag. The music, still loud and deafening, slowed to a sensuous, winding rhythm. I inhaled the smoke and drank in her scent, it smelled like angels in torment. I don’t remember how she came to be sitting next to me. When she nuzzled against my neck, I felt a deep ache, a deep primal desire within my groin. Then suddenly, in reverse motion, I saw her standing up and walking backwards away from me, all the way to the exit from which she’d entered.
What the fuck??
I sat up and shook my head in slight confusion. She was sitting next to me, again, her eyes drinking me in like a pitcher of honeyed water. It was like trying to untangle the sequence of a really bad nightmare; Time slowed to a stop and twisted back on itself. She leaned in close and whispered in my ears. Her name was Nicole, she said. And then she asked me for a cigarette. I lit the stick for her and watched her inhale, my insides going soft as jelly and hard as steel. When she nuzzled against my neck again, my body lit with desire; I knocked her cigarette to the floor and kissed her hard. She licked my teeth and sucked my tongue. Her name, she said, was Nicole.
I took her outside, and took her again and again in the backseat of my car.
There was something about her smile, but I couldn’t remember what it was. The inside of the club faded to semi-darkness, and the disco lights began to flash like visions of a tequila hangover. As the music rocked and buckled on oiled and sensual rhythms, she wrapped body around mine and swayed, swayed. Then she licked the side of my neck, opened her mouth and bit down.
I tipped the heavyset bouncer as we were leaving; he nodded thanks but his eyes narrowed as he watched her. In the backseat of my car, I took her in every way a man can take a woman. Her nipples stiffened and hardened as I squeezed and tweaked. When she clamped her teeth on the side of my neck and bit down hard, I groaned long and deep. Her eyes flashed colors again as she smiled, and this time I saw it. It was her teeth.
Her name was Nicole, she said as she bit me again.
And then she began to suck.