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Everything was perfect. Once Aisha finished putting together the paperwork for the Coleman's, she could leave. It was Friday, and she'd be out of there by three o'clock if she hurried.
I'll just do the important stuff, and leave the grunt work for Jenny, she thought. She glanced up at her overweight secretary's back. It's not like she has a date or anything. She'll be glad for the extra hours.
If she was on the freeway by three-thirty at the latest she'd still have time to hit the gym, take a shower, and be sexy for Guy when he showed up. She'd made up her mind; she was going to do him tonight.
The time flew by, there was still a lot to do. "Jenny, you've been studying for your Series 7, right?"
Jenny paused to swallow something she was eating. "Yes, Ms. Knox."
"Think you can put together the rest of this paperwork for the Coleman's? I've really got to get on the road," Aisha decided to ignore the fact that Jenny was eating at her desk again. It didn't seem to matter how many times she was told not to, the woman did it anyway.
"Well, I was supposed to meet my mother for supper tonight. Can I take it home with me and bring it by in the morning?"
"The bank really needs it faxed over tonight. You're mom wouldn't mind waiting an hour or so would she? It shouldn't take you too long," She smiled, to keep the sweetness in her voice. "Guy said he was going to take me somewhere special tonight. It's really important to me."
"Guy?" Jenny asked. "What happened to Manny?"
"Manny's a loser," she didn't say anything else. She wasn't going to tell her secretary about how he'd broke up with her. Besides, thinking about what he'd called her would only piss her off. And today was a good day.
Life was too good to waste time worrying about pretentious assholes like Manny. How dare he call her shallow?
"So you've got a hot date huh?" Jenny giggled.
Aisha fought back the impulse to sneer. "Yeah, if I promise to give you all the details, will you finish this up for me?"
"Of course Ms. Knox. Get on out of here and I'll take care of it," she grinned warmly, then reached into one of her desk drawers. "By the way. I baked some cookies last night, and brought some in for you."
"Thanks," Aisha said, reaching out to take the aluminum foil covered plate. "I'll see you on Monday. The fax number for the bank is clipped to the paperwork."
"Have a good time!"
In the car, Aisha bit into one of the cookies. It was delicious. Bet these have a billion calories, she thought. I should probably get rid of them so I'm not tempted.
Pressing the button to roll down the window, she took a peek behind her. There were no cops, so she hurled the cookies out the window. It was only after she had tossed them that she realized the plate had been fine china. I wonder if she wanted that back…
Her workout at the gym was amazing. It always made her feel sexy, and empowered. A combination of being ogled by supermen and the adrenaline and endorphins coursing through her bloodstream. Every time she finished she was torn between wanting to rip somebody's face off for fun, or fucking their brains out. I hope Guy likes it rough, she smirked.
Back at her place, Aisha stripped naked. She paused to admire her figure in the full-length mirror before hopping in the shower. A combination of exercise and plastic surgery had kept her breasts looking like she was nineteen.
The warm water felt so good, and before long the doorbell was ringing. Jesus, how long have I been in here? Over an hour…
Letting the water run down her back and ass for just a few more seconds, she decided Guy could wait. He wouldn't leave, her car was in the driveway.
After toweling dry, she stepped out of the bathroom to the intercom. "The door's unlocked, just sit down on the couch. I've got to finish getting ready."
"Alright, care if I watch television?" Guy asked.
"No, that's fine. Just don't mess with any of the settings, I've got to record this televised concert," she told him. "Be down in a few minutes."
Just as she started to slip into a pair of panties, she heard footsteps on the stairs. Pretending not to notice, she went to the mirror and started brushing out her hair.
Soon a pair of hands fondled her breasts from behind, as a warm mouth pressed against her neck.
"Just what do you think your doing?" she asked, feigning anger.
"What you invited me over for," he told her, pulling her closer so that she could feel his chest press against her bare, wet skin.
An hour later, they were dressed and climbing into his Audi. Aisha wondered briefly where he was taking her. Before she could ask, he answered her question. "I'm gonna take you to Eden tonight. You told me that you've never been before."
To show her gratitude, she gave him head on the ride there. Eden was the most exclusive club in the entire city.
At the door, Guy flashed a grin at the bouncer. "Your not gonna make me wait in line, are you Jase?"
"Course not, mate, as long as you introduce me to this fine piece of ass dangling from your arm," He smiled at Aisha.
Two minutes of flirting and they were inside. Guy didn't even have to pay the cover. Aisha tried not to act like the over-excited outsider that she was. There were celebrities everywhere, but she refused to be caught staring at any of them.
"I'll introduce you to some of these people if you want," Guy told her, screaming into her ear to be heard above the pulsating, electronic music.
She gave him her very best angel-face, "That would be so cool of you." She leaned a little closer to him, "It really makes me wet thinking about what a powerful, important person you are."
If she was lucky, she'd be fucking a movie star later tonight.
They slid into a booth, and Guy mentioned he was waiting on some friends. A waitress, wearing a bikini and thong came to take their order. Guy asked for a martini, Aisha ordered a highball. She was actually a bigger fan of fruity drinks, but wasn't sure if drinking one here would mark her as a 'guest'.
Guy talked about himself while they sipped their drinks, verbally masturbating while Aisha applied the social lubricant by occasionally nodding and "Mmmhmming". Trying to remain inconspicuous, she watched a threesome in the booth across from theirs. A girl, eighteen at the oldest, was groping and being groped by two attractive men at least a decade her senior. Aisha felt sparks shoot through her, overexcited by the voyeurism.
"So, I say to Rick, of course it's a bull market. These prices can't go any lower, that's for certain," he laughed. Aisha, not hearing what he said, laughed with him.
"That's really funny, Guy," She reached out and touched the sleeve of his shirt. After what seemed like an appropriate pause, "Isn't that the lead singer from that band? The one that's been number one all week?"
"Who?" He asked, scanning the crowd. "You mean Jess?" He pointed at the tall man, wearing slick metallic pants and matching shirt, and sporting a head of dreadlocks.
"You know him?" She found it difficult to find the excitement that bubbled up in her throat.
"Yeah, I used to date this girl Monica, and he was seeing her sister. We hung out some. You want to meet him?" He grinned. "Let me get him over here."
Aisha opened her mouth, letting her tongue flick out. "I'd be really grateful."
"Be right back."
For a moment, he disappeared into the throbbing crowd of people, lost amidst the grinding bodies that assaulted each other at one hundred and twenty beats per minute.
When he returned, with Jess, he had a few beads of sweat on his forehead. "It's crowded in here tonight."
"Yeah, I've been bitching at them to turn the air conditioning up but the bastards won't do it," Jess said. Then he looked down at Aisha, "Hi, I'm Jess."
She introduced herself, and slid over to make room. Disappointed when Guy sat down beside her, she hid it by finishing off her drink.
"I could use another highball," she said.
"The waitress should be back soon," Guy told her, then turned to Jess. "Aisha's a big fan of yours. She saw you in the crowd and just had to meet you."
"Is that so?" Jess looked at her, smirk playing on his lips.
Aisha was embarrassed, but recovered. "I love your video. But Guy was more than eager to show off all his celebrity friends."
"I'd hardly call myself a celebrity," Jess laughed. "If Guy really wanted to 'show off', I'm sure he'd pick somebody besides me."
Guy, annoyed, changed the subject. "So I've got some great tips if you're interested. Now that you're finally making some real money with your music, you really should think about how you want to invest it."
"Invest it? Shit, I'm gonna spend it."
His eyes locked with Aisha's. She leaned forward and unbuttoned the top of her blouse. "It really is hot in here."
Guy had finally finished off his martini, "Let me see if I can find that waitress. Do you want anything Jess?"
"Naww, I think I'm going to go dance a little bit. Find some pussy," he got up.
"Later," Guy said as he walked in the direction of the bar.
Before Jess could vanish, Aisha grabbed his arm. "Call me," she said, slipping one of her business cards into his pocket and briefly massaging his crotch at the same time.
Guy wasn't back long with the drinks when his cell phone rang. A few shouts into the phone and he realized he'd have to take the call outside. Once again, Aisha sat alone. She mused that it wasn't much different from being with Guy. At least now she didn't have to pretend to pay attention.
She was staring quite openly at two women making out, not in a dark corner but on a pair of bar stools, when someone tapped her shoulder. Turning to her right, she looked into a pair of eyes with pupils so big the iris was hidden. "You look lonely, can I sit down?" A voice that was slick like Vaseline asked.
"My boyfriend's gonna be back in just a minute," She told him. If he'd been more attractive, she'd have invited him to sit down, but she was slightly frightened by him. His street clothes, spiky hair and beaded goatee were out of place amidst the glamour and glitz that filled the rest of the club.
"That's alright, I'll keep you company until he gets here," he nodded for her to slide over. Reluctantly she did, moving as far in as possible. Instead of staying near the end of the seat, he scooted until he was right next to her.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Aisha," She answered. "Yours?"
"That's a pretty name, what does it mean?"
Aisha had nearly finished her second highball, and didn't notice that he didn't answer her question. "What do you mean, what does it mean?"
"Your name, does it mean anything?"
After a second, she made the connection. "Yeah, it means "living". Mom named me after Mohammed's wife."
"Your awfully blond to be Muslim," he smiled at her.
"I'm not, mom was just New Agey like that." Draining the last of the drink, she looked at her new friend. He's better looking than I first thought.
"Want another drink?"
"That's alright, Guy should be back real soon," she answered. If she didn't let him buy her anything, she wouldn't be under any obligations.
"Your boyfriend's name is Guy?"
"Well, he isn't really my boyfriend…" She instantly wondered why she had told this stranger that.
"Just somebody your fucking then?" He flashed incredibly white teeth at her.
"Sort of…"
"Why don't you buy some of this ecstasy then? You two can take it later." He reached into his pocket, and set two blue pills on the table.
"I don't know…" Just looking at the drugs made her nervous. "I've never taken anything like that. I don't even smoke pot."
"Sex on X baby, it's the best. You've gotta try it," he looked at her, his charisma melting her willpower. "I'm on it right now and I feel great."
"Alright, how much?" she asked.
"Fifteen bucks a pill. That's a deal."
Just as she got the money out of her purse and handed it to him, Guy showed up. "What the fuck are you doing harassing her for Worm?"
"Shit, Guy, sorry man. Didn't realize she was your woman," There was a tone of sarcasm under the apologetic tone.
"Well she is, so get the hell out of here," he pointed away from the table.
Worm got up and glided away without saying a word. Aisha watched him pocket her money as he headed over to a group of women at another table.
"Can't believe they let that scum in here," Guy was muttering. "If he didn't sell half these people their drugs, they wouldn't even let him stand in the line outside."
"What's wrong with him?"
"He's a friggin' street kid, no job, no house. Bounces around crashing at people's houses, selling dope."
"Well, I bought us some ecstasy." She pointed to the pills that still sat innocuously on the table. "Have you ever tried it?"
"Christ, Aisha, get that shit away from me," he swept the pills off of the table with his hand. She watched them roll under another booth. "That's illegal."
"Oh, don't be like that. I thought it sounded fun. Just to try once," she stood up. "I'm gonna go get them."
Nobody was sitting in the booth they'd rolled under, but it was too heavy to move.
"You really wanted to try those with me?" Guy asked.
"He said it was good to fuck on." She looked up at him, finding just the right angle to expose her cleavage the most.
"Let me move this booth then."
He shoved the booth aside, and Aisha scooped up the two pills. Guy got two more drinks, and she handed him one of the pills. The instant that she put it in her mouth, she wanted to spit it back out. The bitterness caused her throat to close up, and she nearly gagged. Fighting to keep it down, she took a swig of her drink and forced herself to swallow.
Luckily, Guy was making horrible faces as well. She would have been embarrassed otherwise.
"Let's go dance until these kick in," Aisha said.
Guy agreed and took her out onto the dance floor. So near the speakers, the music was much louder. The fast dance music penetrated her, causing her body to thrust against Guy's with abandon.
The effects of the drug crept up on her. First she felt a tightening of her stomach; not nausea, more like anxiety. Then there was a slight tingling behind her ears and at the base of her skull. She was so busy dancing that though she noted these sensations, she quickly forgot about them.
The come-up hit hard, muscles going gelatinous while warm rushes of energy raced from her feet up to the crown of her head. She was nearly sick on the floor, but recovered. Her vision went wobbly, with extra images overlaying everything.
"You feel that?" Guy asked.
She could only nod, breathless from the intensity of the pleasure that coursed through her veins. Grabbing Guy's shoulder to steady herself, she clung to him for a moment while the rush subsided some.
The initial sense of being overwhelmed by the physical sensations eventually faded, leaving her with a warm glow. The slightest movement or touch against her skin; however, sent new waves of ecstasy rolling up her spine. Standing still was nearly impossible, the energy seemed to build, like water behind a dam, until she was compelled to begin dancing again.
"You know who would really love to come here?" Aisha blurted out of nowhere, when they had paused dancing a moment to catch their breaths. "My secretary, Jenny. I bet she's never been to a club at all."
"The fat girl?" Guy asked.
For some reason, when he called her that it bothered her. Even though she knew she'd referred to Jenny that way herself before.
"She's really nice. Brings me cookies and stuff all the time," she told him.
"Is that where that fudge you had came from?" Guy asked. "That was good."
"Hey," Aisha said. "You wanna go somewhere and fool around?"
"Men's bathroom," Guy said. "But let me do some reconnaissance first. Make sure it's empty."
She followed him to the door, then waited outside while he checked things out. When he came back, he glanced to either side to see if anyone was watching, then jerked her in and shut the door behind them. Immediately he pressed her up against the wall and began to kiss her neck, and cleavage.
Aisha felt shivers run through her body with each caress, but her attention kept wandering. Staring at herself in the mirror revealed a soft glow emanating from her skin, a halo that framed her body in white light.
"Guy, look…" She pointed. Though she hadn't noticed it before, in the mirror Guy had one of the angelic auras as well.
Immediately he stopped what he was doing and stared. Then he began to laugh. "This is some good shit."
"It really is, isn't it?" She giggled with him, not her usual carefully orchestrated laugh but the snorting, geeky one she'd spent years learning to suppress.
Guy went back to work. Aisha studied the details of the bathroom, noting the perfect shine on the floor's tiles and the distinct lack of odor. There wasn't even a hint of ammonia.
A warm, wet sensation on her nipple caused her to gasp. Guy suckled, causing electric jolts of bliss to shoot through her body.
Amidst the physical pleasure, though, there was a vague sense of discomfort. Aisha ignored it, running her fingers through Guy's hair and spreading her legs so that he could grind his pelvis against hers.
When he pushed her skirt up higher, and ran his hand up her leg she felt her body convulse. Torn between the physical need and the mental nausea, she had a hard time reacting. As his hand pushed aside her panties, she looked him in the eyes. Her decision became clear. "Stop," she told Guy.
For a moment he looked back at her, eyes glazed over with lust and serotonin. "What?" He asked, his voice flat and uncertain.
""Just stop. I can't enjoy this. Took me a while but I realized I really don't like you very much." She drew away from him, pushing her skirt back down and adjusting her shirt.
"What?" he asked again, the confusion even more evident in his voice.
"It isn't anything you did or didn't do, I just really don't know you as a person. I don't even know me as a person." She realized how blunt she was being, and wondered if she'd ever been this truthful with a man before.
"I don't understand. What happened?" Guy was oblivious. The hard-on that remained visible in his pants confirmed that he still hadn't comprehended the situation.
"When we were fooling around, I couldn't get into it. Then it hit me. You know those cartoons where the light bulb goes off over someone's head?" She didn't wait for him to answer. "It was like that. And I realized, 'I don't enjoy casual sex anymore.' I'm not sure when it stopped being fun, but it's time for me too look for something else now. Intimacy maybe."
"Jesus…" Guy edged away from her, understanding finally. He backed up to a wall, then let himself collapse against it. After a moment of silence, "That's heavy shit."
"You know, this is the most real conversation I've ever had with you," Aisha went over to sit down on the bathroom floor beside him.
"I don't know what to say," Guy said. "But I just wish I knew why what you said makes so much sense to me."
"Maybe you aren't satisfied with your life?" Aisha asked. "I'm damn sure that I'm not."
"But, we've got the things so many people want. Money, good looks…"
"What will money and good looks get you if your selling your soul everyday?" She got up and went to the sink. Tremendously thirsty, she took a long drink directly from the fountain. "An hour ago, I would never have drank water from a bathroom sink. But that was the best drink I've ever tasted in my life. Come have a sip."
Guy did. "That was good. I sure wish I'd discovered this shit years ago."
"What? Water?" She laughed.
"Water?" Now he laughed at her. "No, ecstasy. This is the most real I've ever felt."
"One little insight and suddenly everything falls into perspective. I treat people like shit, I have a job that's meaningless, I've lost all sense of spirituality, been consumed by my damn ego, and pushing away the only thing that makes life worthwhile- honest relationships with other human beings."
"A little bit too much philosophy for me, but your right. You know what sounds good though?" Guy had an impish expression on his face.
"I just told you, I'm not after casual sex right now. Maybe someday I will be again but now…"
He pressed a finger to her lips. "I was gonna say 'dancing'."
"Oh." Pause. "That does sound fun. But first, I want another drink of this water."
After a few minutes they were back amidst the dancing people. Aisha tried to dance with Guy, but everything which had felt so wonderful about the club before now felt artificial. The exclusiveness just seemed snobby, the people were mostly caught in the same web of illusions she'd been in only moments before. It pressed in on her, again forcing a dualism between the pleasure coursing through her body and the unpleasant emotions.
She tried to tell Guy she wanted to leave, but it was too loud to communicate effectively. The mental discomfort gradually manifested physically. It pushed against her, causing her skin to tighten. Her muscles and bones began to feel like they were being squeezed together, tension building steadily. Like a cord she wound upon herself, her thoughts looping back in on themselves in a spiral of negativity. Suddenly it snapped. "Stop!"
Her scream was so loud that despite the music, every eye on the dance floor looked at her.
"How in the hell can you all live like this?" She yelled. "Your disgusting."
Most likely concerned that there was an emergency of some sort, the DJ cut the music off.
Nearly hysterical, Aisha didn't lower her voice. "So caught up in the bullshit you do over and over again every single day, do none of you realize how utterly meaningless so much of this is?"
They stared at her, jaws slack, eyes dumb.
"How much time do you waste pursuing money and objects, sex and thrills? How many of you sell worthless junk just to be able to buy more worthless junk? Do any of you do anything that actually matters?"
Somebody started booing, the rest of the crowd immediately followed.
Aisha continued talking, raising her voice even more to try to be heard. Suddenly hands were grabbing her shoulders.
"Your gonna have to leave with me."
Aisha turned to see herself face to face with a heavyset man with dark hair and eyes. "What did I do wrong?"
"Took too many drugs is what it looks like, crazy bitch," he said.
Aisha looked at the blue uniform of the security guard who held her. His nametag read "L. Shadai."
Before she could formulate an answer, the guard jerked on her arms. "Move it, you're out of here."
"Let go of her, she was just telling them the truth," Guy grabbed the guard's wrist.
"Alright asshole. You're out of here too." He nodded and another guard, standing a few feet away moved in and seized hold of Guy's arms.
As Aisha and Guy were thrown out of Eden, Aisha realized how truly happy she was. "Let's go somewhere and talk," she told Guy.
"That sounds like the best thing I've heard all night," he agreed. "That guard didn't hurt you did he."
"No," Aisha said. "I'm glad he made us leave. It's a whole lot better out here."
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I'll just do the important stuff, and leave the grunt work for Jenny, she thought. She glanced up at her overweight secretary's back. It's not like she has a date or anything. She'll be glad for the extra hours.
If she was on the freeway by three-thirty at the latest she'd still have time to hit the gym, take a shower, and be sexy for Guy when he showed up. She'd made up her mind; she was going to do him tonight.
The time flew by, there was still a lot to do. "Jenny, you've been studying for your Series 7, right?"
Jenny paused to swallow something she was eating. "Yes, Ms. Knox."
"Think you can put together the rest of this paperwork for the Coleman's? I've really got to get on the road," Aisha decided to ignore the fact that Jenny was eating at her desk again. It didn't seem to matter how many times she was told not to, the woman did it anyway.
"Well, I was supposed to meet my mother for supper tonight. Can I take it home with me and bring it by in the morning?"
"The bank really needs it faxed over tonight. You're mom wouldn't mind waiting an hour or so would she? It shouldn't take you too long," She smiled, to keep the sweetness in her voice. "Guy said he was going to take me somewhere special tonight. It's really important to me."
"Guy?" Jenny asked. "What happened to Manny?"
"Manny's a loser," she didn't say anything else. She wasn't going to tell her secretary about how he'd broke up with her. Besides, thinking about what he'd called her would only piss her off. And today was a good day.
Life was too good to waste time worrying about pretentious assholes like Manny. How dare he call her shallow?
"So you've got a hot date huh?" Jenny giggled.
Aisha fought back the impulse to sneer. "Yeah, if I promise to give you all the details, will you finish this up for me?"
"Of course Ms. Knox. Get on out of here and I'll take care of it," she grinned warmly, then reached into one of her desk drawers. "By the way. I baked some cookies last night, and brought some in for you."
"Thanks," Aisha said, reaching out to take the aluminum foil covered plate. "I'll see you on Monday. The fax number for the bank is clipped to the paperwork."
"Have a good time!"
In the car, Aisha bit into one of the cookies. It was delicious. Bet these have a billion calories, she thought. I should probably get rid of them so I'm not tempted.
Pressing the button to roll down the window, she took a peek behind her. There were no cops, so she hurled the cookies out the window. It was only after she had tossed them that she realized the plate had been fine china. I wonder if she wanted that back…
Her workout at the gym was amazing. It always made her feel sexy, and empowered. A combination of being ogled by supermen and the adrenaline and endorphins coursing through her bloodstream. Every time she finished she was torn between wanting to rip somebody's face off for fun, or fucking their brains out. I hope Guy likes it rough, she smirked.
Back at her place, Aisha stripped naked. She paused to admire her figure in the full-length mirror before hopping in the shower. A combination of exercise and plastic surgery had kept her breasts looking like she was nineteen.
The warm water felt so good, and before long the doorbell was ringing. Jesus, how long have I been in here? Over an hour…
Letting the water run down her back and ass for just a few more seconds, she decided Guy could wait. He wouldn't leave, her car was in the driveway.
After toweling dry, she stepped out of the bathroom to the intercom. "The door's unlocked, just sit down on the couch. I've got to finish getting ready."
"Alright, care if I watch television?" Guy asked.
"No, that's fine. Just don't mess with any of the settings, I've got to record this televised concert," she told him. "Be down in a few minutes."
Just as she started to slip into a pair of panties, she heard footsteps on the stairs. Pretending not to notice, she went to the mirror and started brushing out her hair.
Soon a pair of hands fondled her breasts from behind, as a warm mouth pressed against her neck.
"Just what do you think your doing?" she asked, feigning anger.
"What you invited me over for," he told her, pulling her closer so that she could feel his chest press against her bare, wet skin.
An hour later, they were dressed and climbing into his Audi. Aisha wondered briefly where he was taking her. Before she could ask, he answered her question. "I'm gonna take you to Eden tonight. You told me that you've never been before."
To show her gratitude, she gave him head on the ride there. Eden was the most exclusive club in the entire city.
At the door, Guy flashed a grin at the bouncer. "Your not gonna make me wait in line, are you Jase?"
"Course not, mate, as long as you introduce me to this fine piece of ass dangling from your arm," He smiled at Aisha.
Two minutes of flirting and they were inside. Guy didn't even have to pay the cover. Aisha tried not to act like the over-excited outsider that she was. There were celebrities everywhere, but she refused to be caught staring at any of them.
"I'll introduce you to some of these people if you want," Guy told her, screaming into her ear to be heard above the pulsating, electronic music.
She gave him her very best angel-face, "That would be so cool of you." She leaned a little closer to him, "It really makes me wet thinking about what a powerful, important person you are."
If she was lucky, she'd be fucking a movie star later tonight.
They slid into a booth, and Guy mentioned he was waiting on some friends. A waitress, wearing a bikini and thong came to take their order. Guy asked for a martini, Aisha ordered a highball. She was actually a bigger fan of fruity drinks, but wasn't sure if drinking one here would mark her as a 'guest'.
Guy talked about himself while they sipped their drinks, verbally masturbating while Aisha applied the social lubricant by occasionally nodding and "Mmmhmming". Trying to remain inconspicuous, she watched a threesome in the booth across from theirs. A girl, eighteen at the oldest, was groping and being groped by two attractive men at least a decade her senior. Aisha felt sparks shoot through her, overexcited by the voyeurism.
"So, I say to Rick, of course it's a bull market. These prices can't go any lower, that's for certain," he laughed. Aisha, not hearing what he said, laughed with him.
"That's really funny, Guy," She reached out and touched the sleeve of his shirt. After what seemed like an appropriate pause, "Isn't that the lead singer from that band? The one that's been number one all week?"
"Who?" He asked, scanning the crowd. "You mean Jess?" He pointed at the tall man, wearing slick metallic pants and matching shirt, and sporting a head of dreadlocks.
"You know him?" She found it difficult to find the excitement that bubbled up in her throat.
"Yeah, I used to date this girl Monica, and he was seeing her sister. We hung out some. You want to meet him?" He grinned. "Let me get him over here."
Aisha opened her mouth, letting her tongue flick out. "I'd be really grateful."
"Be right back."
For a moment, he disappeared into the throbbing crowd of people, lost amidst the grinding bodies that assaulted each other at one hundred and twenty beats per minute.
When he returned, with Jess, he had a few beads of sweat on his forehead. "It's crowded in here tonight."
"Yeah, I've been bitching at them to turn the air conditioning up but the bastards won't do it," Jess said. Then he looked down at Aisha, "Hi, I'm Jess."
She introduced herself, and slid over to make room. Disappointed when Guy sat down beside her, she hid it by finishing off her drink.
"I could use another highball," she said.
"The waitress should be back soon," Guy told her, then turned to Jess. "Aisha's a big fan of yours. She saw you in the crowd and just had to meet you."
"Is that so?" Jess looked at her, smirk playing on his lips.
Aisha was embarrassed, but recovered. "I love your video. But Guy was more than eager to show off all his celebrity friends."
"I'd hardly call myself a celebrity," Jess laughed. "If Guy really wanted to 'show off', I'm sure he'd pick somebody besides me."
Guy, annoyed, changed the subject. "So I've got some great tips if you're interested. Now that you're finally making some real money with your music, you really should think about how you want to invest it."
"Invest it? Shit, I'm gonna spend it."
His eyes locked with Aisha's. She leaned forward and unbuttoned the top of her blouse. "It really is hot in here."
Guy had finally finished off his martini, "Let me see if I can find that waitress. Do you want anything Jess?"
"Naww, I think I'm going to go dance a little bit. Find some pussy," he got up.
"Later," Guy said as he walked in the direction of the bar.
Before Jess could vanish, Aisha grabbed his arm. "Call me," she said, slipping one of her business cards into his pocket and briefly massaging his crotch at the same time.
Guy wasn't back long with the drinks when his cell phone rang. A few shouts into the phone and he realized he'd have to take the call outside. Once again, Aisha sat alone. She mused that it wasn't much different from being with Guy. At least now she didn't have to pretend to pay attention.
She was staring quite openly at two women making out, not in a dark corner but on a pair of bar stools, when someone tapped her shoulder. Turning to her right, she looked into a pair of eyes with pupils so big the iris was hidden. "You look lonely, can I sit down?" A voice that was slick like Vaseline asked.
"My boyfriend's gonna be back in just a minute," She told him. If he'd been more attractive, she'd have invited him to sit down, but she was slightly frightened by him. His street clothes, spiky hair and beaded goatee were out of place amidst the glamour and glitz that filled the rest of the club.
"That's alright, I'll keep you company until he gets here," he nodded for her to slide over. Reluctantly she did, moving as far in as possible. Instead of staying near the end of the seat, he scooted until he was right next to her.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Aisha," She answered. "Yours?"
"That's a pretty name, what does it mean?"
Aisha had nearly finished her second highball, and didn't notice that he didn't answer her question. "What do you mean, what does it mean?"
"Your name, does it mean anything?"
After a second, she made the connection. "Yeah, it means "living". Mom named me after Mohammed's wife."
"Your awfully blond to be Muslim," he smiled at her.
"I'm not, mom was just New Agey like that." Draining the last of the drink, she looked at her new friend. He's better looking than I first thought.
"Want another drink?"
"That's alright, Guy should be back real soon," she answered. If she didn't let him buy her anything, she wouldn't be under any obligations.
"Your boyfriend's name is Guy?"
"Well, he isn't really my boyfriend…" She instantly wondered why she had told this stranger that.
"Just somebody your fucking then?" He flashed incredibly white teeth at her.
"Sort of…"
"Why don't you buy some of this ecstasy then? You two can take it later." He reached into his pocket, and set two blue pills on the table.
"I don't know…" Just looking at the drugs made her nervous. "I've never taken anything like that. I don't even smoke pot."
"Sex on X baby, it's the best. You've gotta try it," he looked at her, his charisma melting her willpower. "I'm on it right now and I feel great."
"Alright, how much?" she asked.
"Fifteen bucks a pill. That's a deal."
Just as she got the money out of her purse and handed it to him, Guy showed up. "What the fuck are you doing harassing her for Worm?"
"Shit, Guy, sorry man. Didn't realize she was your woman," There was a tone of sarcasm under the apologetic tone.
"Well she is, so get the hell out of here," he pointed away from the table.
Worm got up and glided away without saying a word. Aisha watched him pocket her money as he headed over to a group of women at another table.
"Can't believe they let that scum in here," Guy was muttering. "If he didn't sell half these people their drugs, they wouldn't even let him stand in the line outside."
"What's wrong with him?"
"He's a friggin' street kid, no job, no house. Bounces around crashing at people's houses, selling dope."
"Well, I bought us some ecstasy." She pointed to the pills that still sat innocuously on the table. "Have you ever tried it?"
"Christ, Aisha, get that shit away from me," he swept the pills off of the table with his hand. She watched them roll under another booth. "That's illegal."
"Oh, don't be like that. I thought it sounded fun. Just to try once," she stood up. "I'm gonna go get them."
Nobody was sitting in the booth they'd rolled under, but it was too heavy to move.
"You really wanted to try those with me?" Guy asked.
"He said it was good to fuck on." She looked up at him, finding just the right angle to expose her cleavage the most.
"Let me move this booth then."
He shoved the booth aside, and Aisha scooped up the two pills. Guy got two more drinks, and she handed him one of the pills. The instant that she put it in her mouth, she wanted to spit it back out. The bitterness caused her throat to close up, and she nearly gagged. Fighting to keep it down, she took a swig of her drink and forced herself to swallow.
Luckily, Guy was making horrible faces as well. She would have been embarrassed otherwise.
"Let's go dance until these kick in," Aisha said.
Guy agreed and took her out onto the dance floor. So near the speakers, the music was much louder. The fast dance music penetrated her, causing her body to thrust against Guy's with abandon.
The effects of the drug crept up on her. First she felt a tightening of her stomach; not nausea, more like anxiety. Then there was a slight tingling behind her ears and at the base of her skull. She was so busy dancing that though she noted these sensations, she quickly forgot about them.
The come-up hit hard, muscles going gelatinous while warm rushes of energy raced from her feet up to the crown of her head. She was nearly sick on the floor, but recovered. Her vision went wobbly, with extra images overlaying everything.
"You feel that?" Guy asked.
She could only nod, breathless from the intensity of the pleasure that coursed through her veins. Grabbing Guy's shoulder to steady herself, she clung to him for a moment while the rush subsided some.
The initial sense of being overwhelmed by the physical sensations eventually faded, leaving her with a warm glow. The slightest movement or touch against her skin; however, sent new waves of ecstasy rolling up her spine. Standing still was nearly impossible, the energy seemed to build, like water behind a dam, until she was compelled to begin dancing again.
"You know who would really love to come here?" Aisha blurted out of nowhere, when they had paused dancing a moment to catch their breaths. "My secretary, Jenny. I bet she's never been to a club at all."
"The fat girl?" Guy asked.
For some reason, when he called her that it bothered her. Even though she knew she'd referred to Jenny that way herself before.
"She's really nice. Brings me cookies and stuff all the time," she told him.
"Is that where that fudge you had came from?" Guy asked. "That was good."
"Hey," Aisha said. "You wanna go somewhere and fool around?"
"Men's bathroom," Guy said. "But let me do some reconnaissance first. Make sure it's empty."
She followed him to the door, then waited outside while he checked things out. When he came back, he glanced to either side to see if anyone was watching, then jerked her in and shut the door behind them. Immediately he pressed her up against the wall and began to kiss her neck, and cleavage.
Aisha felt shivers run through her body with each caress, but her attention kept wandering. Staring at herself in the mirror revealed a soft glow emanating from her skin, a halo that framed her body in white light.
"Guy, look…" She pointed. Though she hadn't noticed it before, in the mirror Guy had one of the angelic auras as well.
Immediately he stopped what he was doing and stared. Then he began to laugh. "This is some good shit."
"It really is, isn't it?" She giggled with him, not her usual carefully orchestrated laugh but the snorting, geeky one she'd spent years learning to suppress.
Guy went back to work. Aisha studied the details of the bathroom, noting the perfect shine on the floor's tiles and the distinct lack of odor. There wasn't even a hint of ammonia.
A warm, wet sensation on her nipple caused her to gasp. Guy suckled, causing electric jolts of bliss to shoot through her body.
Amidst the physical pleasure, though, there was a vague sense of discomfort. Aisha ignored it, running her fingers through Guy's hair and spreading her legs so that he could grind his pelvis against hers.
When he pushed her skirt up higher, and ran his hand up her leg she felt her body convulse. Torn between the physical need and the mental nausea, she had a hard time reacting. As his hand pushed aside her panties, she looked him in the eyes. Her decision became clear. "Stop," she told Guy.
For a moment he looked back at her, eyes glazed over with lust and serotonin. "What?" He asked, his voice flat and uncertain.
""Just stop. I can't enjoy this. Took me a while but I realized I really don't like you very much." She drew away from him, pushing her skirt back down and adjusting her shirt.
"What?" he asked again, the confusion even more evident in his voice.
"It isn't anything you did or didn't do, I just really don't know you as a person. I don't even know me as a person." She realized how blunt she was being, and wondered if she'd ever been this truthful with a man before.
"I don't understand. What happened?" Guy was oblivious. The hard-on that remained visible in his pants confirmed that he still hadn't comprehended the situation.
"When we were fooling around, I couldn't get into it. Then it hit me. You know those cartoons where the light bulb goes off over someone's head?" She didn't wait for him to answer. "It was like that. And I realized, 'I don't enjoy casual sex anymore.' I'm not sure when it stopped being fun, but it's time for me too look for something else now. Intimacy maybe."
"Jesus…" Guy edged away from her, understanding finally. He backed up to a wall, then let himself collapse against it. After a moment of silence, "That's heavy shit."
"You know, this is the most real conversation I've ever had with you," Aisha went over to sit down on the bathroom floor beside him.
"I don't know what to say," Guy said. "But I just wish I knew why what you said makes so much sense to me."
"Maybe you aren't satisfied with your life?" Aisha asked. "I'm damn sure that I'm not."
"But, we've got the things so many people want. Money, good looks…"
"What will money and good looks get you if your selling your soul everyday?" She got up and went to the sink. Tremendously thirsty, she took a long drink directly from the fountain. "An hour ago, I would never have drank water from a bathroom sink. But that was the best drink I've ever tasted in my life. Come have a sip."
Guy did. "That was good. I sure wish I'd discovered this shit years ago."
"What? Water?" She laughed.
"Water?" Now he laughed at her. "No, ecstasy. This is the most real I've ever felt."
"One little insight and suddenly everything falls into perspective. I treat people like shit, I have a job that's meaningless, I've lost all sense of spirituality, been consumed by my damn ego, and pushing away the only thing that makes life worthwhile- honest relationships with other human beings."
"A little bit too much philosophy for me, but your right. You know what sounds good though?" Guy had an impish expression on his face.
"I just told you, I'm not after casual sex right now. Maybe someday I will be again but now…"
He pressed a finger to her lips. "I was gonna say 'dancing'."
"Oh." Pause. "That does sound fun. But first, I want another drink of this water."
After a few minutes they were back amidst the dancing people. Aisha tried to dance with Guy, but everything which had felt so wonderful about the club before now felt artificial. The exclusiveness just seemed snobby, the people were mostly caught in the same web of illusions she'd been in only moments before. It pressed in on her, again forcing a dualism between the pleasure coursing through her body and the unpleasant emotions.
She tried to tell Guy she wanted to leave, but it was too loud to communicate effectively. The mental discomfort gradually manifested physically. It pushed against her, causing her skin to tighten. Her muscles and bones began to feel like they were being squeezed together, tension building steadily. Like a cord she wound upon herself, her thoughts looping back in on themselves in a spiral of negativity. Suddenly it snapped. "Stop!"
Her scream was so loud that despite the music, every eye on the dance floor looked at her.
"How in the hell can you all live like this?" She yelled. "Your disgusting."
Most likely concerned that there was an emergency of some sort, the DJ cut the music off.
Nearly hysterical, Aisha didn't lower her voice. "So caught up in the bullshit you do over and over again every single day, do none of you realize how utterly meaningless so much of this is?"
They stared at her, jaws slack, eyes dumb.
"How much time do you waste pursuing money and objects, sex and thrills? How many of you sell worthless junk just to be able to buy more worthless junk? Do any of you do anything that actually matters?"
Somebody started booing, the rest of the crowd immediately followed.
Aisha continued talking, raising her voice even more to try to be heard. Suddenly hands were grabbing her shoulders.
"Your gonna have to leave with me."
Aisha turned to see herself face to face with a heavyset man with dark hair and eyes. "What did I do wrong?"
"Took too many drugs is what it looks like, crazy bitch," he said.
Aisha looked at the blue uniform of the security guard who held her. His nametag read "L. Shadai."
Before she could formulate an answer, the guard jerked on her arms. "Move it, you're out of here."
"Let go of her, she was just telling them the truth," Guy grabbed the guard's wrist.
"Alright asshole. You're out of here too." He nodded and another guard, standing a few feet away moved in and seized hold of Guy's arms.
As Aisha and Guy were thrown out of Eden, Aisha realized how truly happy she was. "Let's go somewhere and talk," she told Guy.
"That sounds like the best thing I've heard all night," he agreed. "That guard didn't hurt you did he."
"No," Aisha said. "I'm glad he made us leave. It's a whole lot better out here."
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