Tattooed On My Soul

Chapter Two

Hi readers, thanks for being so patient with me. I have been super busy with work and 4 kids that I haven't had the time to write.  I was feeling particularly inspired today to typed out afew pages.  

I'm on a roll now and I love it. I have a clear view of the story line and the characters personality.

Although I haven't introduced the main male character Mitchel, I promise he won't disappoint.

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CHAPTER TWO

As we made our way up the long line of waiting patrons to the fore front of Envy I could feel every glare and snide comment that whispered across the people waiting to get in.  They didn’t have the celebrity status that two of my best friends had and protested when the security of the club unclipped the red velvet rope and motioned with a very tattooed arm, our way inside.

The irony wasn’t lost on me, the people that waited in line to get in would stand there for hours to finally green light it inside.  Me on the other hand couldn’t give a shit if I went out tonight or not.  And this being one of my haunts that Anthony and I 

turned up to haunted me in more ways that one.  

We were photographed together on its opening night a little over six months ago, it was a confirmation that we were together and monogamous, a coming out that he was hands off, we even made it to page 6 of the silly tabloids being fodder for gossip.  A time when I thought I had life figured out.  Well my personal life anyway.  Thinking about it and actually being here, walking under the lite up ENVY at the bronzed double door entrance and then following a tunnel like entrance that had twinkling little fairy lights dangling down, making you feel like you could touch the stars.  Well stars never burnt forever, much like all of my relationships.  My stomach did its ritualistic flip flop when I was anxious, but as quickly as that feeling came it was fleeting.  I had come too far now to head back down the road of ‘What the hell was wrong with me that I couldn’t hold one down a relationship?’

As if sensing my unease I felt Ariel grab my hand and pull me back to reality and into the outskirt of the dancefloor where strobe lights moved smoothly across the room, changing shapes and reflecting their neon colors off the large mirrors that framed the booths along one end of the room.  

I welcomed the loud music, a grinding beat that had girls jumping of their barstools and making there way onto the floor, it also blew out the anxious as all I could feel in my stomach was the deep bass reverberating through me.

“C’mon girls, lets do some shots.” Says Sammy as she sashayed her voluptuous booty over to the bar, we all followed in complete agreement.  I needed something to burn all the way down to the pit of my stomach and buzz the shit out of my head.  Leaving only the fun, happy and party time buzz in its wake.  Vodka would give that to me.

We wove our way through the throng of people that skirted the dance floor, it was 11pm and almost at full capacity, hence the line up out front to get in, the room was stuffy from the body heat of the crowd.  I was the last in our linked in line to the bar and watched the room part as Sammy worked her larger that life ego to part the room just as Moses did the red sea.

Sammy had so much sass, from the large almond shaped eyes and full juicy lips down to her bootylicious butt that she accentuated with her skin tight leatherette pants, she wore her curves like a badge of honor, confidence oozed off her and pooled in her wake.  I wanted to absorb some of it as I walked the trail she lead us in.   I wasn’t surprised that a spot opened up for us at the bar immediately.  It felt good to be dragged along tonight, my plan was to just go with the flow and enjoy my brat pack to the limit.