Crazy Night Two – Notes

We were doing a promo at The Infinity Club, a popping night club in Hollywood. One of them where dudes where suits and ladies wear almost nothing.

Rick, Madison, Serena, Chocolate, Emily, Danni, BJ, and me. In a limo. Pulled up in the front, walked passed the hundreds of people in line, and walked through the door, straight to the VIP.

We got free bottles and bottles of champagne. The girls got drunk and did their rounds. Passing out free admission to any guy who was watching their asses move. Which was practically everyone. Girls and guys. The marketing plan was working. Good shit Rick.

Chocolate was feeling good. She took me to a couch and said, “I’ve never been with an Asian before.” I said, “I have a small penis.” She laughed and said, “We’ll find out, won’t we?” I said, “Only if we drink a little more.” She smiled. Pulled me over to a couch and gave me a lapdance. The security guard was watching trying to not to be obvious. Then I threw her on the couch. And I started giving her a lapdance. People were watching. It was kind of fun watching her face change. Her ebony skin glisten in the night club dazzle. Listening to her moan. Fake or not. I was a king.

Somehow I ended up downstairs with all the plebeians. I found a big couch. Madison and Emily came by. They were tired, too. So they lied down next to me. I held them in their arms. BJ and Serena came by also and lied on top of Madison and Emily. Chocolate found us and lied on top of me. Danni and Rick were getting fucked up inside. The limo driver found us and took a picture. He called it ‘pimp’. And that he needed to capture this. I felt like a king even more.

On the ride home, I talked to Serena about Anna Lisa Kristina. I lied to her and called her my wife. I told her about how much I loved her and would die for her. Everything every drunk ass who’s been in love would say about someone they could never have. We kept drinking. Until I blacked out.

I wake up the next morning in my house. Rick wakes up, too. And asks, “Don’t you got to open up?” I say,” Oh shit…”

I drive to work, unclean, unshaven, probably still drunk, and get there 30 minutes late. All the employees are standing outside. As well as the District Manager. He walks up to me and cusses me out. Spit all over my face. After fourteen more minutes of fucking with my manhood, he says, “You’re lucky you’re not fired. Because Rick sure as shit is.”