*mild sexual content*
Trying to find a parking spot, we drove passed a line of people in short black dresses and stilettos waiting to enter G Lounge. I thought in my head, “How the hell are we going to get in? There’s no way I’m waiting in line”. Megan parked her silver 2009 Nissan Acura on the side of the street before we get out of the car; she promised me that “this will be a fun night, trust me” and I did trust her. We walked pass the line of people giving us dirty and annoyed looks as Megan gracefully walks to the bouncers in front of the door and greeted them with her charming smile. Without a beat, the bouncer smiled at us, opened the door and said “Enjoy, girls”.
“Trust me, we will” Megan replied while giving him a tap on the shoulder.
The crowd began to chatter and sigh- one even yelled “Fuck you” to the bouncer and left the line. As we entered the door, the smell of hard liquor, hardwood floor and leather couches surround my nose. The vibrations of the bass from the stereo rippled through my body as if it is controlling my heartbeat. There were violet lights, red lights and green lights flashing right through my eyes, blinding me with my surrounding. I felt uncomfortable, self-conscious about my surrounding because I’m walking through a sea of strangers while Megan, on the other hand, gracefully clunked her stilettos greeting everyone with a smile on her eyes.
“I’m a regular here” Megan said while she yelled into my ear trying to beat the sound of the bass.
“Obviously” I said silently. I’m not sure if she heard me, but she gave me a reassuring smile as she pulled my wrist and rushed across the room to a group of people sitting on the couch. The girls were wearing 5 inch stilettos and short dresses while the guys were wearing neutral colored suits and polished shoes. They were all holding a drink in their hands so the whole atmosphere smelled like booze and designer perfume. As we stood there, one guy gave Megan a hug while everybody welcomed her to their exclusive area.
“Who do we have here?” said the guy who hugged Megan. He was taller than six foot with clear blue eyes and a contagious smile. Examining his hair and his face, I stared at him giving him a half-smile because I felt uncomfortable and awkward not knowing what to say. We stood there in silence communicating through our smile then Megan interrupted and said, “Slow down, Spence. You don’t even know her name” she chuckled and continued on “This is Lilly. She’s one of my best friends and she’s here to drink away the memories of her ex”. Megan lifted up a shot glass of tequila while Spencer handed me another. “CHEERS!” Megan commended and everyone gulped down the glass.
The rest of the night flew by without Megan. I sat on the couch next to Spencer; although at first, I felt uncomfortable knowing that I only met him about five minutes ago; however, on the other hand, Spencer seemed very comfortable talking to me. His piercing blue eyes hypnotized me even though I did not really understand what he was talking about. His hands rest on my knees as he tells stories about his college life and from time to time he brushes my hair off of my face. He was charming and also incredibly arrogant. As a Princeton alumnus, he prides himself of being one of the most successful young businessman in Philly. He bragged about his connections how he knew the CEO of this company and of that company and how successful he is. I was impressed by his success, but more intimidated by his actions. As time goes by, his hands kept moving its way to my upper thighs. I felt self-concious whenever he asked me a question because he stared at me hungrily as if I'm a prey and his my predator ready to attack.
“Do you smoke?” he asked as he looked into my eyes hoping to say yes.
“From time to time, yes” I said and he smiled with the words of success screaming into his eyes.
“We can’t smoke here so we have to go somewhere else” He grabbed my wrist that forced me to stand up so I did. I put down the glass of martini that I was holding into one of the glass tables as we rushed through one of the hallways in the club.
Fumbling on my heels as we walked down the dark hallway, Spencer pushed me against a wall, I couldn’t see him but I can feel his warm breath on my neck. He forced his tongue into my mouth as I pushed him away from by his chest but that did not stop him. I felt violated and assaulted, my blood pressure boiling, and my cheeks getting warmer and warmer. I can feel him smile as I fight back. He grabbed both of my wrists and placed them on top of my head as he buried his face on my neck and his fingers trying to navigate its way down to my underwear. His fingers crawled beneath the cotton of my lace underwear and found its way to the labia of my flesh vigorously rubbing it. With so much adrenaline I kicked him on his crotch and in pain, he let’s go of my wrists. Spencer yelled in pain with profanity and vulgar words delivered towards me. I rushed my way out trying to find the exit door and I did even though my vision was not quite clear from being intoxicated by alcohol. I quickly found a cab and since Megan was nowhere to be found, I went home by myself. When I got to my door, I fumbled through the door mat trying to find the spare key I hid in case of this kind of emergency. My head was spinning and I wanted to vomit, but I was perspiring in alcohol from all the adrenaline and anger within my body because of what Spencer did. When I finally got in my apartment, I rushed through my cabinet and opened a new bottle of Grey Goose vodka.
I looked at myself in the mirror and thought, “What the fuck of a mess I’ve become. When I was with Andrew, everything was perfect. I landed a job at a financial firm. I had someone to go home to. I don’t go to clubs like a desperate whore waiting for someone to hook up with her” I can feel my tears tracing down my face ruining my mascara but I didn’t care. I gulped down a large amount of vodka, and felt the heat of the alcohol penetrating through my throat. Without thinking, I grabbed my phone and searched through my contacts trying to find his number. I remembered that I deleted his number long after we broke up; however, I still have it memorized. I fumbled through my phone trying to dial in the correct numbers; my vision has been impaired under the influence so the numbers were blurry. When I successfully typed in 10 digits, the phone started to ring…
