BIRDS OF A FEATHER

NEZIRA

I walked into the bar, it is dimly lit with warm amber glow from hanging bulbs and flickering candlelight set on each table. The scent of aged whiskey, citrus peel, and faint tobacco filled the air with soft jazz playing in the background. Adding life to the bar. I walked straight to the counter, bottles lined on the shelves behind the counter, then I took the leather stool next to the counter.

The bar tender, a young man in his 20’s. Blond hair and tall muscly built man. I bit the left corner of my lips as I drooled at him. I must take someone home tonight.

“Welcome My lady, what do you want for the night?” he asked as I cleared my throat. I’ve been caught drooling. I smiled.

“Can I have you for the night?” I asked him flirtatiously.

“I mean drinks.” He asked as my face turned sober. I don’t know why I’m doing this. Is it worth it? Or is my being faithful to Dwayne really worth it?

“A shot of tequila.” I said, in no time, the drink was ready. I took the shot at once and placed the glass on the counter for another.

***

I woke up to serious cramps, I headed to the toilet as I was pressed when I felt blood trickling down my thighs. I screamed and Dwayne jumped from the bed.

“Nezi, don’t move.” He said as he went to the toilet bring I wads of toilet paper.

“Dwayne, I lost the baby, this is the fifth.” I said while crying. I lost my fifth child, how? Why? Why do I keep loosing my children? The cramps got severe. Dwayne had already phoned the doctor and was now cleaning me up.

“Dwayne, are we not going to be parents? This is the fifth child. Two miscarriages, three failed IVF. I’m scared.” I said as tears welled from my eyes.

“Nezi, you’re not alone. I know you’re going through a lot. Same here. I need you to be strong and optimistic about this. We would carry our child.” He said as he hugged my waist, resting his head on my laps. He cried. Yes he cried. I tears his years drop on my laps, they soaked my lingerie.

“How long are we going to wait. Maybe I’m not meant to be a mom. But that’s my dream. I really want to carry my child. None of the pregnancies have passed three months.”

***

Tears flowed from my eyes, I wiped them off with the back of my palm and sniffed hard then exhaled. This is the tenth shot I’m taking but I’m still feeling pain in my heart.

A young man, looking like he’s in his 30’s. Sat on the stool next to me. His face gloomy and sullen.

“A shot of tequila.” We both said simultaneously. Then turned to face each other.

“I said it first.” He asserted.

“This is my eleventh.” I fired back, then he gasped.

“Seems like you’re having the worst day.” He asked as I sighed.

“Is there a word superlative to worst?” I asked as he smiled.

“If there was, I would have used that to describe my day.” He said, then the waiter dropped our tequila on the counter. We both took a shot simultaneously then dropped the glass on the counter. I belched loudly, the alcohol is beginning to have effect on me.

“You love them, your mistake, you trust them, they trash you. You sacrifice just for them, they betray you.” I said as I nodded my head, then smiled.

“You’re right and yet they demand from you. You spend crazy on them and they use you just for finds. You ask what are we? They say you were an ATM.” He said from the tone of his voice he sounded pained. I stretch my hand to take another shot but he held my hands. Then I pouted my lips and faced the floor, then raised my head and smiled.

“You’ve had enough.” He said then emptied the both shots. Dropping the glasses on the counter.

“Yay!” I said clapping my hands together, smiling broadly. I stood up and walked up to him, placing my hands on his shoulders. “You’ve got really nice shoulders, I would love to take a good look at them in an enclosed place.” I said I brought my face closer to his ears, then blew a light breeze on his neck. He held my waist and pulled me backwards.

“Not so fast, you can’t see them.” He said as my face turned sour. I grabbed his hands from my waist and placed them on my left breast. His facial expression changed. I smiled knowing he likes it.

“You love the feel? I can show you more. And for the records I don’t turn men to an ATM.” I said then but the left side of my lower lips. Then he removed his hand.

“You’re high. Do you realize that you’re in public?” he reprimanded, then I smiled.

“You’re not helping matters instead you’re turning me on more.” I said as then I held his chin, “Your jawlines are perfect.” then trailed my hands down to his crotch. He tries to act strong but he’s getting hard there. “You want me, you don’t have to pretend.” He swallowed saliva.

“You’re imagining me riding you, imagining all forty things I’ll do to you. Stop imagining and experience it.” I grabbed his dick, “do you want me to scream your name and do all dirty thing for you in an enclosed place or you’ll prefer it here?” I asked as he held my hands. His gaze now much darker. Then he grabbed me by my hands, I quickly grabbed my purse and left with him. He drove out.

He held my chin up, my back resting on the wall. Then he unbuttoned my jacket and threw it on the floor. Leaving me with my plunge bra and fencenet thigh. I gulped saliva hard as he drew imaginary lines on my neck. I felt goosebumps on my body. I closed my eyes wanting more, it’s been long I’ve been touched. I let out a slight moan.

I opened my eyes as he stopped. Breathing hard. His eyes, he stared at me with admiration. I looked at my body but it not special. Then to him. The fact that he undressed me with his eyes made me blush. Then he unbuckled my bra. My bare breast facing him. The first time my breast is seen by a man other than my husband. Dwayne was my first but here I am standing bare chested in front of a stranger. I used my palm to cover my chest. He grabbed my hand and held it staring keenly at my breast.

“Why are you suddenly embarrassed? I’ve not started.” He said as he moved closer to me and kissed my neck, I shuddered under his kiss. Then my lips. Dwayne’s good but this stranger is the best. Then he disengaged. I grabbed his hands and placed it one my breast, he fondled it gently. I let out a moan, I started sweating in the well air conditioned room. He stopped and carried me in a bridal style and laid me on the bed. Then he unbuttoned his shirt and removed his trouser leaving a perfectly sculpted body by the Greek gods on display.

He kissed my neck, then shoulders. I moaned lightly. His hands rubbing my hard nipples. I’m fucking wet. Then his kisses trailed down my navel. Then he pulled off my boots and thighs.