Chapter 141: Chapter 141
Chapter 141
Adam And Eve
“Welcome to Adam and Eve,” the brawny security told Jacy once she cat-walked into the front balcony that led to the galleria. She was ready to explore the night whichever ways and thought of Ken’s trouble was going to make her day horrible; she only apologized to her son Bluueyes who could be having the worst of dinner tonight; as much as she knew Ken couldn’t cook, let alone be a horrible cook. The last time she ate his food, she could remember fixing her anus next to the toilet for almost all day.
She ignored their warm handshake, not forgetting to give them the cold shoulders, as they ushered her in. The babble of people and loud, uproarious music welcomed her, as she glared around before she started making into the crowed of dancers and drinkers.
It had been like ages since she visited; since Ken started keeping his distance and making her fall short of love. Ken had really stolen the better parts of her, since he disappeared to California. And to an extent she had nagged at motherhood; the turf and challenges of getting to domesticate a smart kid as Blueeyes. Her idea of coming to Adam and Eve wasn’t futile at all; she wanted to replay the good old days when women where girls, innocent, sinless, virgin girls that interestingly wanted to explore life to its fullest. Ken was her first boyfriend, even when she decided he wasn’t to earn her virginity, time disapproved her. She had grown so fond of him, that she knew the time and hour he got back from law school, and she would keep her rear window open for him to sneak into her bedroom without alerting her parents. Months and years past, Ken had saved her virginity due to his tight schedule at law school until the night of her 25th birthday celebration when she and Ken stripped in the bathroom, kissed at length , locked eyes together, and Ken had said, “I will be gentle,” while he penetrated her fragile, fresh, hairless vagina. She wouldn’t forget how she held his shoulders tightly, shut her eyes and fought back her moan amidst grinning face. She was at her prime then and she could nothing had felt sweeter, and engaging than the bulge penis of a young man inside a virgin.
She snapped out of her thought. “Glass of ice, whisky, bottles of beer, and cigar,” she placed her orders, and told the bartender afterwards. “I am at the VIP.”
“I got you covered.” The bartender replied attending to a handful of other people.
Jacy walked away to the very VIP spot, and paused to let a smile, once she got there. She smiled at a sizeable sofa, brown in color; and she expected the club owners to have changed that sofa now because that sofa was as old as her relationship with Ken; it was on that same sofa Ken buried his finger beneath her skirt and fingered her vagina as a dog would scratch into the soil, in search of something
Beholding that a few club addicts were around the sofa, she walked to it, and sat down waiting for her orders. In a jiffy, the bartender came with a large tray, on which he carried her orders.
“Here you are ma’am,” the chef said, and then added, “That woman over there,” he pointed to the woman who waved at Jacy, “She sorted your bills.”
She beamed, “She what!”, and then threw a dark menacing stare at the woman whose short hair, thick arms and make-up free face alerted her consciousness of her sexuality.
“Yes, ma’am it is what it is,” the bartender said and stood waiting for her response.
“Refund her money. I can take care of myself,” Jacy responded.
“it…”
The bartender was about making a comment when she interrupted. “Don’t tell me it is impossible.”
“No. ma’am she made a transfer into the club’s account and that is beyond my reach,” the bartender wailed humbly and meekly.
“I don’t know how you are going to do it,” She reached to the cigar, slid out a stick . “Just tell her I am not gay. She should take her advances to the rightful partner.”
“Right away, ma’am.”
She lit the cigar with the butane lighter and it caught the blue flame, before she drew a straw of smoke and puffed out a cloud of hazy smoke, while she watched the bartender deliver her message.
When the woman got her message she smiled, blew her a kiss and bounced away like a man and with her smile Jacy was left to ponder if actually the bartender gave her the right message.
The only gay in her memory was her sister who was murdered ten years ago by her lover who couldn’t entertain the jealousy of seeing her with the opposite sex.
“Oh , oh , yeah, yeah, oh, shit…hmmm…”
The moan sounded from the lodge not too far from her edge and she perceived two lovers were sexually consuming themselves. Although she was distracted by the moan, especially that of the female moan ringing much louder into her ears, she seized the opportunity to remember that it had been eight months since she got laid by Ken, and with the turn of events she might never see his penis again. But she never cared; she was going to sort herself out and make Ken regret for all the emotional damages he had caused her. Her priority right now was Blueeyes. Ken had claimed same priority and prided to make enough money and give Blueeyes enough trust; how was she sure of that. As much as she knew, Ken was blabbing and she would be crazy to depend on Ken in the upbringing of Blueeyes.
“Spoilt car can’t separate us.”
She was interrupted by the voice of a man she called a stranger not too long ago; a man she wouldn’t want to have anything to do with because he was too cute to be human.
A magic just begun…