#11 :: Double Standards

Chapter 8.

Orlando

"I still don't know why I'm going out." I said to my brother Ondre.

"Because, all you do is work; and when you're not working you're being a full time parent. As good as that is. You need some Lando time."

"This is not Lando time. Lando time consists of the gym and being in quiet spaces on my own!"

"Well as your big brother, it's my duty to look after you. Whilst the Mrs is on her retreat I'm going to attend this party and you my brother are coming."

"Whatever." I said.

Even though I was dressed and going, I didn't particularly want to. My brother isn't someone who knows what no means. Once he's made up his mind everyone has to go along with it.

Once we arrived to this basement party I knew I should have stayed at home. The place was empty and by the looks of things.. they was still setting up.

"Bro? Really?"

"Just chill Lando. I swear I wouldn't make you come anywhere that would be dead. Trust me." He said.

I nodded my head. My brother was a good guy and he never steered me wrong. He was someone I looked up to and when I was younger I copied everything he did. He always bailed me out when I got arrested; which at one point was very often.

Our parents died when I was 14. I was mad. I wanted everyone to feel the pain I felt. But at the time I didn't realise that that would be impossible.

Our aunty took us in and her husband did the best they could for us. But honestly if it wasn't for Dre, I really don't know where I would be.

Two hours later and the empty basement party had begun to fill up. I was on my 8th cup of Hennessy and coke and I was starting to feel quite merry. Was a good feeling.

"Bro? Is everything alright?" Dre asked me.

"Yeah.. why?"

"Well.. if you never had a daughter I would be asking you if you are sure you are into women! These girls have been swarming around you and you're not entertaining none of them!"

"Because none of them have caught my eye. They're just women in short dresses with their asses hanging out or their tits all up in their neck. I want elegance... class."

"We're at a PARTY!!"

"And so? Look. I could easily entertain one of these women, take them back home, give them some real good dicking. Then the next day they will be hitting me up like so when can we next meet?"

"And what is wrong with that?!"

I laughed.

"You're happily married. You wouldn't understand."

"I just want you to have a good time. I mean there's no harm in... bro... are you even listening?" Dre said as he noticed my eyes wonder.

I could not believe it. I asked for elegance and there she stood. Standing at about 5"8 and dressed to kill, in her red, off the shoulder, wrap dress. The dress stopped just above her knee. Not like these others, no. The dress was as if it was sculpted for her and her only. Her curvaceous body didn't leave room for anything in the dress but her naked body.

I couldn't believe Sasha was here. In the same building as me. This would be my third encounter with her and this time I would be damned if I don't leave with her number.

Sasha

As soon as we entered this party I was regretting it. I guess Camilla was right. I'm getting old. Because this really wasn't my scene. Even after a few drinks in my system I still felt out of place. I also felt like my dress was way too long. I kid you not, one girls dress was so short we could tell that she likes to go commando!