7 struck by her
[Jackson]
"Look who it is, the prodigal son." Greg, my cousin greets me as if I was dead the whole time. We saw each other all the time albeit it was in meetings when our companies would collaborate.
"Cut him some slack, he had to mourn the loss of good pussy." That was Dylan, they never liked Julia and when she cheated, they all poked the wound with a salt shard then called it a night. Even now they speak about her like she didn't embarrass me at all.
Heath hums in agreement then put in his two cents. "Well mourning is over, it's time for him to move on to bigger, better things." I don't think it's a coincidence that as he says bigger and better a busty blonde is shaking what god, or Dr. Dubrow* gave her.
Count on Heath to draw words of encouragement from a blonde stripper as inspiration.
"All things aside, he is back in the game now. let's drink to that." they hand me a glass with what I presume is vodka then hold the drink they are nursing up in cheers.
I join them then we let out a shout of toast and drink. After we slam the cups down, the music slowly fades out and the dancers finish their routine and go back to the main walkway then disappear behind the DJ's counter.
Right after, the music starts again and the crowd goes wild. dylan who is sitting to my right slaps my arm in excitement but his eyes are pinned to the stage.
"it's starting, she is coming." Who is coming? Greg is rubbing his hands together in anticipation and even Heath, who doesn't express much of anything looks mesmerized by what or who is to come.
"I have been trying to book this place for months just to see her." Who is her they are talking about?
I am not left too long in the dark since the speakers announce someone called the "Black Rose".
A single spotlight stops on a black chair that has all these black roses intertwined with it. In the shadows, I can see a woman walking through the crowd from the back of the club towards my section close to the stage.
Wherever she walks, the crowd erupts in low cheers, too cautious about not ruining the show. Even I find it hard to catch my breath unwittingly captured like the rest.
As she steps unto the stage and approaches the light, the blunt, unkempt but sexy shoulder length hair becomes familiar.
the milky shoulders were familiar as well. as she reaches the chair in the spotlight, she stomps her leg down on the chair fiercely to the beat of the song. she then traces a line from her ankle to the inside of her thigh to her...
an orgasmic expression on her face.
I can hear the gulps from the front row who witnessed this. I included.
She juts her right shoulder in arrogance but she makes it look sexy then spins gracefully and sit in the chair to face everyone.
A knot forms in my throat as I lay eyes on the only thing near perfection.
It was the girl I was hoping to see.
She was the Black Rose.
And I was struck by her webs.
