Friday Night

Starting the car, I hope the bar is still open. I need a drink. Fuck, I only have 20 bucks in my pocket. I hope it's enough to silence the demons in my head. I can't let them get to me, not again. Pulling into the parking lot I can see that people are still here, thank god. I grab my purse, lock up my caprice, and head inside. Looking at the place you wouldn't know its a bar. A plain brick building with no visible windows, not even a sign that says "bar". The only words on the boring old building were "come as you are". There was no need for the typical "open" or "closed" sign, because the come as you are bar almost never closed. The owner/bartender lived in the back and didn't believe in closing as long as patrons were present. Walking through the door I hear the dull roar of the misfits playing on the juke box, I love it here. Sitting at the far end of the bar, my usual seat, I am immediately served my usual. As I down my Jack and coke I am reminded of why I used to come here every friday. God damn daniel can mix a drink.  

"Oh my god, long time no see, how are you?" he wails.  

"Better since I walked in the door, how about you? how are things with edison?"  

"We're fabulous, in fact I think I may be in love"  

"That's fantastic daniel, I'm so happy for you"  

Even a gay man can find love, I'm almost jealous. I hate being alone. I pull a winston from my purse and light it. Taking a drag, I glare around the room, seeing familiar faces, couples, some fags, a few dikes. 

Then she walked in the door. 

She lit up the room like only the full moon could. Pulling on daniels shirt I ask who she is. He says she's been in once or twice, never talks to anyone, just drinks her drink and goes.  

"Send her a martini on me"  

She's probably straight, just some confused hetero, looking for a drink. All the good ones are wasted on men. When daniel serves her the drink, I see her shake her head telling him she didnt order it. Her eyes turn to me as he points in my direction, and she blushes and mouths out "thank you" before taking a sip. As I walk over to the table I see her shift in her seat, she's nervous.  

"Mind if I join you?"  

"Not at all" she had the voice of an angel. After some time talking I find out she's a year older than me and her name is christina. I love her eyes, blue gray, they're entrancing. Finally working up the nerve...  

"Wanna go back to my place?"  

She pauses, "well..."  

The hesitation almost makes me change my mind, maybe Im moving too fast, then  

"Sure lets go".  

No sooner that the door closes of my apartment she's all over me, god she's amazing. and just as I unlatch her bra she stops me.  

"We should probably discuss a few things before we get too heavily into this" damn I am moving too fast for her.  

"Sure, its no rush" I say trying to play it off.  

"Well the price is $300, but since I've never done the whole girl thing, I'll do it for $200".  

A prostitute, shes a fucking prostitute. 

I knew it was too good to be true. I quickly head for my tattoo money in my bedroom closet. Paid in full my new whore works me over making me orgasm like never before. She climbs over me in the "69" position and I play with her clit ring. God she's amazing, a goddess, perfection. Even her cum is sweet. Reaching my orgasm I know it's time, I wont wait any longer. The anticipation is killing me. I can't wait, I can't stop it. I pull my knife and thrust it into her chest, puncturing her lung. The only screams are mine as I finally orgasm, hard.  

Just another friday night.