Complexity is the Majestic - Book 2

Intimacy Tax

I saw a hilarious print poster in a photo on instagram.

I came. I saw. I left early.

True words. How much is my life checked out.

I decided to club, the new club. Its the start of Season 4, we're on episode 2 or 3 from what I can tell. Club Oscars has taken over. More so Vera has taken over. Her dominance is wildly apparent. Her leadership as a lead girl, obvious. She's that bit of magic after all.

I go to club. Marta's first dancing at the new club. I figure, show, and give that supporting nod, maybe a dance. Be comfortable. Seeing Vera. She looks fantastic. Eyes blue. Happy. Surprised to see me.

I'm happy as well. Good mood. I think its the meds, the vitamins that is, i changed up my vitamins a few months ago running out of these really expensive vitamins that I seemed to swear by. They ran out and I had to get cheap alternatives. I felt like I needed something, i'm superstitious about the things that get me by, can I truly be the source of everything- likely not, a few vitamins, do they define me? However two days switching off the cheap alternatives to my old favs and I feel full of energy, I feel sound, better. Like really better. Like so much better that it's gotta be the vitamins, cause 5 days ago I was mental wreck dreaming about destroying the world, missing Dad, imagining the end, and then Vera at my place, what are the odds of that.

Not today.

I'm happy, happy to see Vera.

A few shots for the girls, I am a shot pimp after all. 2 for 1 comes on, lets get crazy. We do spider, that being 2 girls one 2 for 1 dance rotation. I get seated in a low couch. Marta's bumbling drunk as ever, Vera is guarded- this was a bad idea. I read Vera, I know or at least I think have a pattern playbook in reading her, happy, sad, angry, guarded. She was slightly off, guarded, but playing it out.

"Well god damn..." the dance warden says pulling the curtain back.

Seeing me with 2 gorgeous girls on my lap in a very small private dance room. Yes my man I think to myself. This is the magic of spider. Two wonderful ladies. Pussies, asses, tits, legs and all. Can you feel that lust within? Power stroking? You're damn right. Spider is one of the best things EVER conceived. I know i'm not the first. I'm sure Al Capone did this several times and took it further than I will ever take it. But dare to dream a bit boy, dare to dream a bit.

Spider wraps and I take Vera off to a 30 minute VIP. Fun, get down with the get down, a taste of things to come. 30 becomes 60 minutes and i'm down $500 faster than I would be at roulette table in Vegas. Vera's unlike any Vegas card game or slot machine i've ever experienced. The thrill of gambling vs the thrill of this woman. She's like a drug to me. Every minute feels like pages in a lifetime of want.

I read about VIPs where guys get BJ's and HJ's, I get conversation, comfort. I've easy money really. Its ok, I recognize it. I accept it. I don't go there to get a BJ- maybe thats me just playing weakness, maybe i'm not entitled. I overthink the chain reaction, but make no mistake, you let that genie out of the bottle and the reaction will end.

Vera and I work because we keep the blast wave in check.

Explosive, sure. But in check. Though this night I would push it.

"We're not meant to be you know that right.." I say in mid embrace, the couch, sinking beneath me. Here I am having this conversation AGAIN, christ, how do I turn myself off?!

"Ummmm I don't think thats true..." she retorts, changing position. She's commented in the past that her and I are connected for a kind of long haul aspect. Regulars come and go, but Parker and Vera- something else? Friends? Unrequited pairs?