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Title: Black Friday
Writer: Dying In Black
Rated: Gay Themes, homophobes, sex, language, abuse, and exploitation
Summary: Drae has just been dumped, his friends decide to take him on a shopping spree where he meets a rather closed and quiet Chinese “female” shopper whose in an abusive relationship. He decides to rescue and offers border at his house. What follows is a journey of self-discovery, friendship, and possibly newfound love…
Chapter One: Can I Take Your Order?
“You’re dumping me?!” Drae could only run shaking calloused fingers through his dark chestnut thick hair, he could feel the grease stick in-between his fingers and could only rub them off on his jeans.
His girlfriend Chloe sat cross-legged, perfect toned brown legs revealed under a black leather skirt. Her platinum short hair styled and teased out to frame her heart shaped face and elfish chin, her makeup of violent pink and rough rouge stood out on her dark face. She took a cigarette and placed it between her thick pink lips.
Out of sheer habit Drae leaned in with a lighter and lit her cigarette palms cupping the end making sure no wind caught the flame, only to lean back and cross his muscled arms in frustration.
“I told you Drae,” spoke Chloe as she watched him from under thick hard blue lashes “You’re just not my type.”
“What the hell are you talking about?!” Drae fingered the small velvet box at the seat of his jeans, fingering the box nervously “You told me last night that you loved me,” he whispered.
“Oh please!” exasperated, Chloe could only crush her cigarette under the toe of her gold stiletto heels as she stood “I was stoned! And we just had the most amazing sex in the fucking world! It was a moment Drae! One in a lifetime! I’ve been itching to dump you since the first day you stuck your dick in me!”
“Didn’t even take that long! Or do you forget the fact you gave it to me behind Chi’s restaurant!”
The restaurant they were currently arguing in happened to be in fact Chi’s Restaurant. And from the current looks they were receiving from the owner it did not seem like a fact to reveal to the customers who looked at the two of them with open wide eyes and opened mouths.
“I was horny and you were the only one I could find who had a car!” Chloe grinned at the sight of Drae’s reddening face before adding “Besides, little horny virgins like yourself work well when they don’t know what to do with their hard-ons, don’t you agree?”
Drae inhaled the thick stuffy air sharply, and nearly gagged as looks from the patrons began to twinkle in what he found to be as amusement and he hurt. And when Drae hurt, he lashed out without thinking.
“Fuck you!”
Chloe simply grabbed her slick trench coat and picked up her purse by the long chain before walking away, her leather skirt mere inches from riding up her ample ass as she stopped and turned to look at the owner.
“Great place,” she purred and continued to walk before throwing out a “Too bad no one can say the same to you Drae honey.”
Walking past the hanging jewel curtain she disappeared, platinum blonde hair and all. Drae stood at the table, sweat above his upper lip, face flushing and muscles clenching. He sat down with a huff. And after a few seconds of anger subsided he bawled…as everyone turned away and continued eating.
The club’s altitude was off. The whole club was drenched in a thick moist atmosphere. The music leveled high causing a head pounding vibe all around. Drae sat nursing a tall long bottle of vodka, his two best friends in the world comforting him from a day’s heartache.
“What a bitch!” cried Ruth as she took Riley’s margarita, tossing the small little paper umbrella away despite Riley’s long ‘hey’.
“Told yah she was one slutty bitch,” continued Riley waving down a tall waiter and raising two fingers pointing at his currently empty glass, he turned to a distraught Drae and patted him on back “You can do much better,” he assured.
Drae could only moan as he drowned under a glass bottle of vodka. He knew what Riley meant. He couldn’t very well do any better, because Chloe had been better. And now she was gone…no more coming at two in the morning smelling of booze and pot, and sometimes dried cum on her thighs. No more ass groping. No more cleaning up after she had thrown up in the bathroom, or his currently stained rug. None of that.
And damn him, he didn’t want it gone.
“The stupid whore gets what’s going to be coming to her,” Ruth stirred her drink with a long plastic stirrer as she downed her drink in one gulp, cigarette between two long fingernails “Simple voodoo, yah know.”
“No darling, its Karma,” corrected Riley and giggled when the waiter left his drinks and retreated. He leaned back staring at the tall waiter’s back before reeling frontward and pointing at Drae “What you need my friend is a good ass fucking! No more of this whole ‘Sleep with the girl I love’, no you need pure unadulterated sick fuck.”
“I totally agree,” Ruth patted Drae’s side “With these glutes, and that handsome face, women will storm places just to get a seat under you’re pants.”
“We can post your picture up in shopping centers, single divorced women are always hanging around there. And you said you like children.”
“Wonderful idea!” Riley gloated before wandering blue eyes turned to a man dressed in booty shorts and a ripped mesh shirt, hard tone pecks glistening with sweat, or baby oil.
“Riley? Here!” Ruth slapped Riley’s cheek gently retracting his gaze from the stud to his friends as he nodded and licked his lips.
“What I need is to back off,” Drae sighed and took a large gulp from the bottle before hissing “Gah! I need to lock myself up in my room for a couple of days…years…and just fuck to my darling Celine Poster.”
“Darling,” Riley shook his head, his frosted hair pointed in all directions became a keen thing to focus on as Drae tried to focus his eyes “You wanking off to a Celine Deon Poster is simply, well…gay. Not what a straight man would do or say, not even to his closest friends!”
“He’s quite right you know,” Ruth agreed and took Dean’s chin between her long fingernails “You okay? That bottle not getting to your head is it?”
“Booze bad for you?” scoffed Riley at the very idea, he pushed away from the table and downed his drink, his body swaying to the vibrating music of the club as it was swept in a neon of blues, yellows and purples, “I’ll believe that when they prove it!”
“They already have darling!” called Ruth before Riley was swept in a wave of bodies “When that boy will quit is beyond me, ” she muttered and turned to Drae “But he’s right you know, I’ve been meaning to ask you that for a while if you really are,” at Drae’s drunken passed out face she shook her head, braids of multiple colors swinging as she took a swig of Drae’s bottle, “if you are Straight…”
Friday/November 25, 2005 11:05
