Monday, May 17, 2010

Whore

“I’m turning into a whore. You have no idea. The minute we’re in the bedroom, I want to be on my back, legs open, like a whore.”

“Madison, I’m gonna need you to take this conversation back a few steps. How about we start with ‘hi, how are you?’”

I rolled my eyes as I leaned back in my desk chair and felt the muscles in my back tighten. “Hi Stacy, how are you?”

“I’m good, thanks for asking. How are you? Oh right, you’re feeling like a whore. May I ask who you’re seeing?”

“The hockey player.”

“WHAT?! ANTHONY! MADISON IS SLEEPING WITH CRAIG!”

“Jesus, don’t tell the whole neighborhood,” I snap at her.

“Madison, do you have any idea what you’re doing? This is Craig Adams we’re talking about. A cigar-smoking, whiskey-drinking, straight up bad boy. He can’t be a good influence for you.”

“Oh. Wait. I know what you’re trying to say. I hate the guy.”

Silence filled my ear and I pulled the phone away from my ear to see if we were still connected. When I saw the numbers still ticking away I began to count with them.

“I’m confused.” Fourteen seconds. It took her fourteen seconds to respond. “You hate the guy, but you’re sleeping with him?”

“Yes, this is why I feel like a whore. I’m using him for his body.”

“Okay then. Just don’t get pregnant, okay?”

My eyes grew wide, and I stopped breathing for a moment. “Don’t jinx me Stacy.”

“Jinx you?! You can’t be serious.”

“Okay, gotta go! Bye!” I quickly hung up the phone and set it back in its cradle on my desk. I look down at my stomach and place my hands over the belt of my jeans. I shouldn’t be sleeping with him. If and when I want children, it most definitely needs to be with someone who has an education. Not a jock. This was it. No more sex.

Knowing now there was no one I could possibly concentrate on my book, I headed for the balcony for a well needed hookah session.



My breath caught in my chest when Craig stepped out on his balcony wearing a blue suit. I held the smoke in my mouth and allowed it to slowly seep out through my nostrils. How could he look so good? This wasn’t possible. Was I accidentally smoking pot? I blinked my eyes a few times, trying to adjust what I was seeing, but there he was. Looking . . . manly . . . in such a beautiful way.

He mumbled off something about dinner, with his “boyfriend”. What were the kids calling that now-a-days? Bromance?

“What’s with the suit?” I asked just trying to keep conversation while I processed his jumbled mess in my head.

“I have a game tonight. Do you want to come?”

“No. I was just curious.”

“So dinner. Tomorrow night?”

I swirled the idea in my head. There were many pros and cons to agreeing, but I had nothing else to do. Plus this might give me the chance to tell him I was closing up my legs. “I guess.”

“Okay, well then. I guess I’ll check with you in the morning about what we can do?”

“I guess.”

“Alright then. Have a good night.”

“Thanks. Don’t get killed.”

“I . . . never . . . what?”

“Hockey. It looks dangerous. Don’t get killed.” I really wanted to say not to mess up his body. It’d be a damn shame to see it go to waste being wrapped up in hard casts. Just because I didn’t want to have sex with him anymore, didn’t mean I’d have to stop admiring. All he had to do anyways was say something ignorant to dry me right up. This was a foolproof plan.





After refusing a ride from Craig for the fifth time, I set out on foot toward the Monongahela incline. It was easy and convenient and would take me straight to Station Square. Why waste gas when you can just walk?

Once off the incline, I simple crossed the street and it wasn’t much longer till I reached Bar Louie. I looked inside, only a few patrons on a Tuesday night, but no Craig in sight. I beat him here. We left at the same time. What a damn fool.

“You must be Madison.” I turned at the sound of my name and was greeted by a scruffy looking man, one I had recognized from Craig’s balcony.

“Yes, that’s me,” I smile patiently waiting for him to introduce himself.

“I’m Bill, I’m one of Craig’s teammates, but I’m sure he already told you that.”

“He did, well it’s nice to meet you properly now. There was a huge misunderstanding the first time we met,” I felt myself blush as he chuckled to himself.

“Yes I heard, should we go in and find a table? Addsy is rarely ever on time.”

“Funny thing is, we left at the same time, I chose to walk,” I smiled at Bill before we walked inside of the restaurant and seated ourselves in a booth towards the back. I quickly tidied up the place setting in front of me that the waiter sloppily set down. Once satisfied I looked up and smiled at Bill, his face was bright red before his eyes drifted to over my shoulder.

“Here he comes,” he leaned forward and whispered to me before he sat up right. “About damn time you got here Addsy. It’s never polite to keep your lady waiting.”

My eyebrows furrowed as I looked up at Craig who then slid himself into the seat next to me. Your lady? Did he tell Bill about us? Did he tell people we were together? Oh dear Lord.

“Sorry, got a speeding ticket,” he explained and I snorted under my hand. He side glanced at me and I gave him the ‘told you so’ look. The waiter arrived at our table and asked what we would like to drink, and just as I was going to order water, Bill ordered for all three of us.

“Two Johnnies, short doubles for Mario Andretti and I, and the lady will have a single whiskey sour. Make sure the bartender knows not to jip her on the mix. The lady would like a real drink tonight since we’re celebrating.” The waiter nodded his head a little intimidated before speed walking to the bar.

“Celebrating? Celebrating what?” I asked curious as my hand reached up and straightened Craig’s napkin.

“I’ve found that’s the only way to get a decent drink around here. If there’s reason behind drinking, the bartender won’t half ass it. I hope you like whiskey.”

“I usually stick with wine, but why the hell not?” I laughed uncomfortably. I didn’t drink whiskey because men like Craig drank whiskey. What if I woke up with facial hair or something? It’s a manly drink after all. Whiskey. Just the word itself scares the crap out of me. The inner muscles of my thighs contracted as I looked down and found Craig’s hand resting gently on the inside of my knee. “And what the hell do you think you’re doing?” I growled in a low whisper. He glanced over at me before rolling his eyes and removing his hand.

“So Madison, tell me about yourself. What do you do?” Bill asked and I brought my glaring eyes away from Craig and calmed myself down upon looking at Bill.

“I’m a writer.”

“Oh what kind of stuff do you write? Any of that porno stuff?”

Porno stuff? Was this guy for real? “Murder mysteries,” I stated firmly. Just when I was thinking this guy was somewhat normal he asks if I write porn. Okay, yeah, I do, but coming from his mouth, he made it sound so impure.

“Nice,” he smiled just as our drinks arrived. “I love reading murder mysteries.”

“Billy don’t fool yourself, you don’t read,” Craig butted in and I glared at him again. He just needed to sit there and stay quiet.

“Well I propose a toast,” Bill declared holding his drink up in the air. Rolling my eyes I lifted my glass, as did Craig. “Here’s to making sweet, sweet music.”

My eyes grew wide. This dinner, I finally understood. Was this a dinner to introduce me to a possible third in our romps in bed? Was this a classy invitation to a threesome? Did he honestly think I was the kind of woman to go to bed with two men at the same time? He’s such a scumbag. As Bill lifted the glass to his mouth I couldn’t help but see the obvious wedding band on his finger. I slumped back against the booth and starred at his hand. Now I was confused. Beyond confused, I was baffled. “Aren’t you going to try your drink?” Craig whispered into my ear. Oh fuck. They were planning on getting me drunk and then taking advantage of me, because there was no way in my sober mind I would make responsible decisions. I nodded my head and lifted the glass to my lips. I was shocked when the smell of lemon reached my nose instead of the strong smell of whiskey. I took a small sip and the liquid felt like soft velvet rolling over my tongue.

“Well?” Bill asked with a smile as I set the glass down.

I looked over at Craig and he had the same curious look on his face. “I can’t sleep with you anymore.”

Craig’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head, as he looked back at me, his whole face flushed red. “What?!”

“Oh, you meant the drink? It’s good actually, I’m shocked I like it,” I smiled as I picked the glass back up and sipped on it. My eyes darted over to Bill whose mouth hung open, a shimmer in his eye.

“Wait . . . wait, wait, wait!! Did you just tell Addsy you can’t sleep with him anymore? Is this real life right now?” Bill asked before bursting out into laughter.

Oh shit, I guess I did say that out loud, in front of his friend, in public, before we even ordered our food. I turned my glance over to Craig, who was an even darker shade of red, and bit my bottom lip. “Look Craig, I was thinking and-“

“Can we talk about this later please? In private?” I nodded my head and looked down at his napkin that was once again messed up. I reached up to straighten it but his hand wrapped around mine, bringing it down underneath the table as the waiter came back to take our food order. He didn’t let go of my hand, and I knew right then where this night was going. I picked up my glass and quickly finished off what was left before reaching across my body to fix his napkin. This night was going downhill, and it was going fast.

7 comments:

  1. ohhhhh dearrr
    this is getting out of hand

    but i like it
    Keeeep going : )

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  2. UGHHHH Ok that was amazing and there are so may friggin things I want to... UGHHHH!!! KRISTINA!

    I loved it. I loved every single word in it. I can't even pick something out because it was that perfect!

    It's worth enough that I should be writing some long winded comment to explain all the thigns I loved about it, but copy/pasting your whole story over again... seems like a bad idea.

    This was just amazing. I don't think you understand just how much you make me love Billy G. Like for real. I love him...

    So good. So fantastically, amazaingly, wonderfully good! I cannot wait for more. CANNOT! You need to update again soon please... pretty please =)

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  3. ohhh goodness clif hanger much.... well one in my mind anyways

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  4. lol
    oh lord... Billy, Craig... Madison is always going to throw you for a loop*

    Loved the update!
    I died when she sais she was a whore because she hated him but was having sex with him!

    And the Bromance.. HAHAHAHAHA

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  5. Everytime you update it's such a treat :D Hahaha oh Madison, I love her so incredibly much. She just says whatever the hell she's thinking and it's kinda sorta amazing.

    And, anytime Billy G is added to a story, you KNOW that comedy ensues!! Love, love, love this, my dear(:

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  6. I laughed so much I almost wet my pants. Funny from the first sentence to the last.
    Madison is always jumping to conclusions about Billy. I'm sure he already has enough info to delight his teammates on the trip to Boston!

    “Yes, this is why I feel like a whore. I’m using him for his body.” Lucky lucky girl!

    **If and when I want children, it most definitely needs to be with someone who has an education. Not a jock.** How about someone who went to um....Harvard?

    “Oh, you meant the drink?"I Love Madison!

    Thank you Kristina totally bad ass. But the Flyers are up 2 games to none, so please update soon!

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  7. I haven't laughed this hard in a long time, I loved it...this is one of the funniest stories ever, and the underlying tension between Madison and Craig is awesome.

    Beautiful!

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