Kayden: The Past (8 page)

The moment was ruined by an asshole who bumped into me causing her to fall to the floor. “What the fuck is wrong with you, dickhead?” I yelled at the bastard as I helped her off the floor.

“Fuck off, dude.” He started to walk away. Fuck me? No apologies to the lady he knocked over. I needed someone to take my anger from the day out on, and this guy fit the bill. I grabbed his shoulder before he was able to take another step.

“Fuck off? Apologize to the lady. NOW.”

He looked at my hand with a look of disgust. He grabbed my hand, and I used that moment to punch him in the face. It was a sucker shot, but I didn’t give a shit. I landed a couple shots, having the advantage of surprise. The fists flew between the two of us, and the rest of the world drifted away. Tables moved, and chairs fell as we made our way out of the club and continued to fight on the sidewalk.

The sound of sirens didn’t mean anything good, but I kept my attention focused on the cock sucker I’d been pounding my fist into for the last few minutes. Hands grabbed my arms and pulled us apart. My face smashed against a metal fence as a man tried to restrain me, but I fought back. My anger had blinded me, and all I could think about was taking my feelings about being fired out on this guy who just bumped into me.

“Stop struggling,” the guy said as he held my hands behind my back and slammed my face into the chain link again. My mind didn’t communicate with the rest of my body as I continued to struggle. My face met the concrete in the most unfriendly way as a knee pushed into my back, and my arms were being pulled away from my body. My face throbbed, my arms burned, and my mind was a jumbled mess.

“You’re under arrest, anything you say or do...” He read me my rights. I had steered clear of the police since I was a teenager but not tonight. The officer pulled me up using my hands as a motivator.

I sat in the back of the car as they ran my name through their database on the ride to the police station. I tried to think of a way to get out of this. I didn’t need to add jail to my list of troubles. “Guys, come on. We can work something out. Maybe we can stop by the ATM on the way.”

“Are you trying to bribe us, son?” The man didn’t even bother to turn around and face me.

I leaned forward trying to plead my case. “Sir, please, I just lost my job. I can’t sit in jail. I’ll give you anything you want.”

I received no response. My ass would be spending the night in jail, and I couldn’t do anything to change it. I was booked, fingerprinted, photographed, and given a new set of clothes to wear. It would be a long night as I lay on the hard wooden bench that lined the holding cell. I closed my eyes and shut the world out.

“Mr. Michaels,” a voice woke me from my nightmare.

My body ached as I sat up. Every muscle and bone screamed when I tried to move. “Here.”

“Let’s go.”

“Where?” I asked as I stood propelling myself up with my hands holding the hard bench.

“You’re getting out, kid,” he said.

I walked without knowing my feet were moving. I was getting out. I hadn’t placed my one phone call, but maybe one of the guys had bailed me out. I walked through the wing door and jumped as it slammed behind me. It scared the shit out of me and even the softest sound sounded like a semi horn with my hangover.

“The guy is from out of town and didn’t want to come back for court. He’s decided not to press charges.” The cop walked in front of me and didn’t bother to turn around. Jail is part of his everyday life, but to me, this was a nightmare I wanted to escape.

“That’s it?” I shook my head, still not believing I was free. “I don’t have to come back?”

“That’s it, kid. You’re lucky, try to stay out of trouble or next time you won’t have such a happy ending.”

I’d like to say that I followed his advice, but I didn’t. The next month of my life was a downward spiral. I stayed in my house and drank myself to sleep each night. I snorted coke and washed it away with Vodka. I didn’t give a fuck about anything or anyone. I chased the next high and used the liquor to help calm my mind and sleep at night. I lost over a month of my life in my addiction; time I’ll never get back or remember.

I was self-destructive.

Roaring Twenties ~ Candy

I found a job after I stopped drinking myself into oblivion – a friend from my previous job had switched companies and told his boss about me. I received a phone call without even applying and was asked to start the following week. I needed to celebrate and felt like a night out with the boys.

We spent our weekends in the Flats, a section of Cleveland that was filled with bars and nightlife, usually ending our evenings in a strip club. I needed the cash for drinks, dates, and the G-strings of some smoking hot piece of ass dancing on the stage. Tonight, we were spending our hard earned money at Tiffany’s, a multi-level strip club in the heart of the Flats sitting on the bank of the Cuyahoga River.

Candy would be our waitress tonight. She had waited on us before and we always flirted with each other, little touches and innuendo passed back and forth. It’d been days since I had sex, and my body craved the release. “What can I get you, gentlemen?” she asked, placing little napkins on our table and brushing her fingers against mine when she set it down in front of me. The guys rattled off drinks while she wrote them down on her notepad. “And you, sugar?” she asked tapping me on the shoulder.

“I’ll take a Jack and Coke, doll,” I said grabbing her fingers stopping their barrage against my flesh. The game between us for months had become too much and grew old. I needed it to end tonight.

“Coming right up, gentlemen. Be back in a jiffy.” I watched her walk away, her ass swaying from side to side, and she turned around twenty feet away to see if I was watching her. I wasn’t trying to be coy or hide what I wanted from her.

“She wants you, man,” Tony said.

I looked at him, but not out of surprise. “I know and I’m going to give her what she wants tonight,” I said. “I’ll be right back.” I stood up and moved towards the bar area where Candy stood waiting for our drink orders to be filled.

I stood in the open spot next to her and lightly touched her arm as I rested my free arm against the counter. I leaned towards her, putting my lips close enough to her ear that they almost touched. “I’m done with games, Candy. Wanna fuck or what?”

With my words, her shoulders began to move up and down as if her breathing became heavier. She turned her face; her lips almost touching mine. “Yes,” she whispered her eyes wide and pupils dilated. “I get off in a couple hours. Hang out til then,” she said looking me in the eyes.

Her eyes were a beautiful shade of blue, like an aquamarine gemstone, framed by wisps of her blond hair. “I’ll wait for you,” I said as I touched her cheek. I grabbed my drink off her tray before walking away.

The guys looked eager to hear what happened as I sat back down. “What did you say?”

“Wanna fuck?”

“You said that to her?” Bobby asked looking shocked. He obviously had no balls.

“Fuck yes. I said I’m done with games, wanna fuck? It’s that easy, Bobby.” I picked up my drink and polished it off.

“She said yes?” I always thought Bobby had a pair, but obviously I was wrong.

“Why wouldn’t she?”

“I didn’t think there were girls out there that would actually say yes to that statement.” He shook his head in disbelief.

“It may not work for you, but for me, it works like a charm,” I said. “You need to be confident when saying the words. I knew Candy would say yes. You need to know your target before you stick your neck out. Be calculated in all that you do – think of it as closing a sale.”

“Hmm, just not my bag. I want to be in love or at least dating the girl before I stick my dick in her,” Bobby said as Candy approached the table with the drinks. She placed the drinks down on the table.

“I brought you another one, Kayden,” she said as she set the drink down over my shoulder, crouching down slightly and brushing her arm against mine.

“Thanks, Candy.”

“Anything you want,” she whispered in my ear.

“I’m counting on it,” I said, turning my face slightly so my lips were almost touching her flesh. She stared into my eyes for a moment before winking and walking away.

We sat around drinking and watching the girls dance on the stage in the center of the room.  I like the girls with the petite frames and small tits that filled my hand. Most of the girls dancing for money had extremely large chests, usually enhanced through surgery. Candy didn’t go the extra mile and stuck to serving the drinks instead of shaking her tits on stage to make a buck. She still dressed the part with skimpy shorts and a bra, but never topless or nude – I planned to change that soon.

Ever since Bridget ripped my fucking soul, leaving me with blackness, I tried everything to fill the void. My body became acclimated to the liquor, requiring more and more to make me forget the loneliness. The endless stream of women filling my bed helped while my cock was buried deep but caused the emptiness to become more prevalent the moment they walked out the door.

I walked towards the bar slowly watching the beautiful view in front of me; Candy stood there leaning against the bar with her right foot up on the piping that ran underneath. The high heels she wore showed off the strength of her calf muscles and created an amazing outline of her legs. I watched as she laughed with the bartender and played with her hair while waiting for her order to be placed on her tray. I wanted to press my body firmly against her and whisper in her ear but touching of any kind is a no-no in a strip club.

“You wanna come over to my place, Candy, or want me to wait here?” I leaned against the bar watching her expression intently waiting for a response.

“I’m about to go on break, gimme ten, okay?” she asked me looking hopeful that the answer was good enough for me.

“Sure, babe, just come and get me.”

“Ten,” she said with a look of seriousness and want.

“Can I get another Jack and Coke?” I asked the female bartender. I didn’t see the sense in wasting a trip to the bar. Candy walked away, and I turned around staring at the scene before my eyes. The dimly lit room was filled with smoke. The stage was illuminated in a blue hue to draw your attention. Two girls were each working separate sides of the stage, and girls were moving around the room giving lap dances to the fools willing to pay the extra price to get a hard-on with no payoff.

I stayed at the bar and polished off my drink while I waited for Candy. I didn’t want the guys to make Candy feel awkward or slutty by having to come and get me. My cock grew hard thinking about being inside her. We’d never have a relationship, but the flirting and innuendo for months has been driving me crazy.

I was tired this evening after working all day hustling for a sale, more mentally exhausted than physically. I wanted to crawl into the bottle of Jack and let it soak through my skin taking all thoughts and memories with it.

“Ready?” her voice startled me dragging me from of my thoughts. “Sorry, you okay?” she asked.

“Never better. I’m always ready for some Candy.” I smiled, “Where do you want to go?”

“Backstage to the employee area, come on.” She motioned for me to follow her, and she approached the security guard standing at the door to the employee area. He smiled at her and looked me up and down before stepping out of the way. The hallway was dimly lit with half naked women walking around and bitching about the amount of tips they were given for the night. A knockout red-head caught my eye in passing. She was dressed in a white lace with stiletto white high heels. She looked up as I walked by, and our eyes locked. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t place her. Candy looked back and noticed my attention averted away from her. “Kayden, are you coming?” No truer words have ever been spoken in the moment.

“Right behind you,” I said as I picked up the pace not wanting to be left in the dust.

“Let me grab something out of my locker. Give me one second, wait here.”

The red-head approached me with a look of curiosity. “Hey,” she said. “Don’t I know you?”

“I was just thinking the same thing.”

“I heard Candy call you Kayden. I think you know my boyfriend, Ron. I’ve heard him talking about a Kayden.” she asked.