Brophy

chapter 11

Chapter 11

 

Angie felt so much better after letting loose her bladder on the toilet. She came out of the stall, singing. A female with a bad weave and even worse make-up was occupying the mirror in front of the sink. Angie didn't understand why this lady was even in this place. She looked like a damn sea monkey with hair.

"Excuse me," Angie said bumping beside the lady to wash her hands in the sink.

The lady made a sort of snout noise at Angie's rudeness but didn't say anything. Angie proceeded to not pay the female any mind as she now started looking at herself in the mirror. The lady got tired of getting bumped by Angie for mirror space and left the lavatory altogether.

Angie smiled at her small victory.

"Get a better stylist, you broke bitch," Angie called after her even though the door swung closed behind the lady.

Angie shook her head and started examining her face in the mirror. Her mascara was running a little but nothing major. She could have had on a clown costume and still look better than half the women in the club.

Angie palmed water in her both hands from the sink and splashed it on her face. The jolt of water gave her an exaggerating feeling. She was ready to go out and face those lame ass bitches again and wait for her man to take her home and love her down.

Angie didn't hear the bathroom door open and close again softly. She was looking down at her nails when she felt a breeze on her shoulder. She looked up and saw a figure behind her.

Before she knew it, the back of her head was grabbed and shoved to the mirror. Angie's face smashed against the mirror shattering it. Small fragments of glass were smeared all over face making small cuts. Angie hollered in pain and felt the force of someone hitting the back of her head again.

"I'll teach you to fuck with other people's man," Angie heard a voice say. "He's mine! Now and forever!"

Angie tried to move but something was holding her face pressed against that mirror. Then she heard something. Sound like something making a buzzing sound. It sounded like barbershop clippers at first until she felt something vibrating on her leg.

"This is what happens when you fuck with mines," the voice behind her said.

Angie felt her dress being lifted and her panties moved to the side. Angie tried her hardest to move but with her face pressed against the glass, her hands couldn't get behind her to push the person off. And whoever the figure was, the person was strong. With one hand pressed firmly on the back of her head, Angie could not move nor fight back the way she was positioned.

She felt the vibration going up her thigh. She knew it was now.

"No!" Angie muffled trying to move her head.

"It's what a fake ass queen deserves," the voice said and then Angie felt the vibrating object invade her.

Angie squirmed harder but to no avail.

"Remember this the next time, bitch," Angie had the voice sat as she violated with a vibrating object.

Angie was in agony due to the pain of her face and the forceful way she was held but as the vibrator moved in and out of her, her coochie started getting wet.

"No," Angie muttered again.

Then Angie did what she never thought she would in that circumstance. Angie came. She climaxed so hard, she started shaking. Then the figure let her head go and Angie dropped to the floor.

"I know you would love me better," the voice said and then Angie heard nothing. "Now you both are mine."

Angie laid on the bathroom floor dry tears in her eyes, pieces of glass in her face and on her clothes. And her panties were soaking wet with cum and trickles of blood. Angie heard silent nothingness then she heard the door open again and the music blasting from the club filled her eardrums again.

"Oh my god, someone get help!" Angie heard someone scream. "This woman was attacked!"

Angie felt hands on her that she started to swat away like they were insects biting her. Angie started screaming.

"Miss, Miss, we're here to help you."

Angie heard a hundred voices and they all sounded menacing to her. So she started screaming and flailing her arms. Angie managed to move and slide herself up against a wall. Her vision were blurry. All she saw was distorted faces and she moved her hands in front of her in a boxing stance.

"Keep away from me! Keep away from me!" Angie screamed.

"Angie! Oh My God!" Angie recognized that voice.

"Claw, Claw," Angie said, her vision fighting to come back. "Where are you?"

"I'm right here," Angie felt the familiar voice come closer.

"No, no, stay away!" Angie shouted.

"What's going on here?!" Angie heard another familiar voice. "Oh, shit, what the fuck happened to my baby!" Which one of y'all...Yo, Tut, shut this shit down! Mann, call the fucking ambulance. Did you bitches have something to do this?"

"No, No, we just came in and saw her like this, honestly," Angie heard the other voices say.

"Claudia! Claudia!" Angie cried.

Angie felt something brush against her face and she swung her fist.

"Owwww!" Angie heard when she made contact with whatever it was.

"Don't touch her!" Angie heard someone else say. "She's in shock!"

Angie was trying her hardest to see what was going on. Her vision was clearing up. It started coming back in droves. First, colors, than shapes, then objects, then people. People. The whole club trying to jam inside the bathroom and look at Angie whose back was pressed hard against the wall and her best friend laying beside her with a bruised jaw.

"Get that ambulance now!" Angie saw the person giving the orders. "And y'all get back. Mann, Tut, get Smitty, make sure nobody leaves here. Someone's going to tell me who did this to my baby or no one is going home tonight."

Angie looked at the crowd being backed out of the bathroom. Then she raised her eyes on one smiling face then the crowd disappeared behind the closed door.