Sweet Downfall (35 page)

She rented the taxi for the whole day. The driver parked on a curb near his house and she waited for him. But Jaq didn’t arrive.

Even Darry couldn’t contact Jaq’s phone.

She closed her eyes, feeling the burning abrasion behind her lids, the consequence of staying awake for almost thirty six hours. She was so tired, but her mind cannot rest until she had talked to Jaq. “Darry, I found out something really terrible.”

Even if she didn’t have the energy, she told her bestfriend what happened.

Darry was appalled. “Oh my God! It was Sherry?!”

“I can’t forgive her for this. I can’t!” She still could not comprehend the enormity of what Sherry had done.

Darry shook her head. “I have trouble absorbing the recent events of your life now, Ange. It’s like a soap opera gearing for an overkill ending.”

She wanted to laugh at what her friend said. It was so ironically true.

“Okay, listen to me. First, you need to eat and then take a hot shower. Then you will sleep. While you’re sleeping, I will try to locate Jaq. In that order.”

“But…”

“No buts. I’ll order food from our fave restaurant.”

“I have to talk to him, Darry. I must!”

“I know, dearest, I know. But first things first, eat and rest, okay?”

She nodded in capitulation. But rest was the farthest from her mind.

Jaq woke up with a nasty hang-over.
He and Alexis drank till way past midnight. He didn’t even know how he ended up in his suite at the club.

He sat up on the bed, cradling his head.

“About time you woke up, bad boy,” came a sultry voice somewhere in the room.

A beautiful woman was reclining on a settee, draped in a red, silk dressing gown, her long, black hair flowing down her shoulders.

“Isis,” he drawled groggily.

He realized then that he was buck naked.

Isis left the settee and approached the bed. When she reached the edge, she crouched like a feline and crawled on top of the mattress.

Despite the hang-over, a morning habit was hard to break. His cock was already stiff. He didn’t know if it was for the need to pee or to fuck. It was the first time he got confused of the two.

Isis straddled him and sat right on top of his morning erection. Only the thick blanket separated them. It would be so easy to shift in position and slide into her.

“Isis, did we…?”

The woman giggled. “Not yet. You were too drunk last night to even walk, much less get it up. But I can feel you now…” She rotated her hips and their groins rubbed.

For whatever reason, he felt a huge relief. He was sure now, he needed to pee.

She began to undress. He stopped her.

“You don’t want me?”

He managed to give her a a cajoling smile. “No, no, not that, sweetheart. I’m just a bit wiped out this morning, I mean, look at my face…”

Isis transformed from sexy geisha to mother hen. “Oh, you poor thing. Do you want me to put something on your cuts?”

“Please? I’ll take a shower first.”

“Okay, I’ll just get it from the med kit down the hall. I’ll be right back.”

The geisha left. He jumped out of bed and hit the shower. He was finished in less than five minutes. He dressed up in record time. He kept a few clean clothes in his closet here for on-the-fly sessions like last night.

When Isis came back, she looked very disappointed. “Oh, you’re dressed. I was hoping you can stay awhile.”

“I need to go to work.”

“Let me put something to your cuts…”

She let the geisha administer to his bruises for less than a minute then politely told her that he was leaving.

“Jaq?” she called to him as he was heading for the door. She reclined on his bed seductively. “X said I must take care of you.”

He smiled kindly to the woman whose chosen profession was to make him deliriously happy in the sack. He felt like an unappreciative cad. He walked towards the bed and stroked her face gently. “You are a very beautiful woman, Isis. But…”

What the hell was he doing passing up on this woman? She was currently the most coveted lay in the club and he got the privilege of her first ride as a bona fide geisha. Rad Yulo will want to kill him for that.

She touched his chest lovingly in understanding. “I know. You’re hurting. She’s a bitch for hurting you like this. She doesn’t deserve you, Jaq. Don’t waste your time with her. A lot of women are willing to be with you, love you, if you will only give them a chance.”

He left the geisha with a polite peck on her cheek. Not only was his sex life open to public scrutiny now, even his feelings. It was so damn humiliating.

Was he that transparent? He was behaving like the supporting role in a typical cheesy romance movie, the guy who got jilted by the prom queen in favor of the star athlete and son of the richest man in town. But he was no fumbling, lovesick jerk in thick glasses who couldn’t score a lay if his life depended on it. He was Jaq fucking Montero, badass Hollywood director. Chicks had been hangin’ onto his stick since his rock star days! As for his supporting role in that lucratively famous love triangle, he had forgotten for awhile that he was the bad boy in the big bike who got to pop the prom queen’s cherry in the star athlete’s locker room. Only, he didn’t want to marry the prom queen. Hell no, he was too hot for just one woman.

Fuck Angelina Yulo!

It was time he got back in the game. Whipping his cellphone from the back pocket of his pants, he dialed Alexis’ number. “X, I wanna throw a party at MAB tonight. Round up all the usual guests….Yup, I want the whole place exclusively.”

After talking to Alexis, he felt better.

X was so right. A fuck fest was in order.

Chapter Fourteen

JAQ ARRIVED AT AROUND TEN IN THE EVENING,
when the party had already heated up. MAB, the super club owned by Alexis was packed to capacity tonight and it seemed that all the invited guests had turned up to party with him. Sympathy attendance? He had to reclaim his old badass image. At least, locally.

He entered the club with Gwenna who was only too happy to resume her hobby with his stick. Having a hot bombshell hanging on to his arm in public helped lift his sagging ego some.

They saw the beautiful socialite Wendy Lopez at the club entrance. With just an eye-contact, he knew he was Wendy’s chosen fix for the night. Now, who’d say no to this hot babe? Gwenna didn’t look pleased with the competition but when Wendy glowingly complimented her outfit, the actress relaxed and warmed up to Wendy right away.

It was raining booty and he hadn’t even entered the main premises yet.

Tonight, he would bang pussy until his pole dried up.

A spotlight followed him as he entered the club’s main hall at the ground floor. Romjin, was on stage. Several bands under Bad Boy Records’ stable were also performing tonight.

Romjin paused in the middle of a ripping song to greet him.“Ladies and Gentleman, your host tonight has arrived! Make way for my good friend, your good friend, Jaq Montero!”

Screams and applause greeted him.

Somebody gave him a wireless microphone. “Hey, RJ! We are packed tonight!”

“Yup, dude, and everything’s on you!”

He raised his fist in the air to address his guests. “Yeah! Tonight, we’re gonna party till you all fucking drop! Bar will be open ‘til zero dark thirty! All you the booze you can drink, my friends! I’m payin’ alright! Make that sky’s the fucking limit!”

Wild shouts of approval.

“I love you, Jaq Montero!!!” shouted a female from the crowd.

“I love you, too, baby. Join me at my booth later,” he drawled smoothly.

“Me, too, Jaq! I love you!!!” shouted another.

“Uhm, listen ladies. If you can all pack your beautiful selves in my booth without fuss, I’m game.”

Hysterical female shrieks.

“What about me? Wanna join me up here, later, man? I miss jamming with you!” RJ said.

“Later, yeah. Carry on, man!” He gave RJ a thumbs up.

Romjin grabbed his guitar again and resumed playing to the crowd’s delight.

They headed for the escalator. MAB was designed like a gigantic theater with multi-level mezzanine floors. The second level was called the Hotshot Lounge. On normal days, a VIP pass was needed to enter this part but tonight, it was an open house.

The long escalator brought him and his two companions to the third mezzanine level. This was called the Bigshot Lounge. In this place, no cameras and cell phones were allowed. They were literally surrendered at the door. This was where high society and celebrity mingled and did their shit in relative privacy.

The beautiful sentinel guarding the fully-padded, red double-door greeted him.“Good evening, Jaq,”

“Good evening, Sam. Looking good, babe.” He winked at the woman.

She winked back. “And you look so badass hot with those black and blues, baby,” she said of his battered face. Ice packs diffused all the swelling and diminished the dark patches. Sam’s eyes appreciatively traveled down his entire frame clad in a black sleeveless leather tunic that exposed his arms and torso. Below, he wore a matching black low-rise, tight leather pants secured by his favorite silver, swastika belt. This was his favorite fuck-me-hard costume and it never failed him.

Before he could introduce his date, Sam was on her. “Miss James, welcome to MAB! I’m a huge fan! Can I have your autograph later?”

Gwenna smiled tentatively. “Sure.”

Sam winked at Wendy.

“Join us later, Sam?” Jaq said.

Sam licked her upper lip. “You bet. Sorry, guys, but gadgets please,” she said with a big smile.

They had to follow protocol.

Moments later, they walked into the Big Shot Lounge.

“It’s getting crowded in here,” Gwenna commented, pouting.

“Sweetheart, this is my ‘back from the dead’ party. Humor me.”

“I can keep you alive all night, Jaq. You know that.”

Didn’t he know it? She could resurrect a hundred-year corpse if she put her mind to it. He chucked her chin playfully. “I know, but sweetheart. Come on, let’s say hi to my friends over there.”

He held both women’s hands and they walked over to his friends.

Rocky, Tommy, Diegs and Rydon were grouped in one table while Jonty, Thirdy and Alexis shared another. They were surrounded by gorgeous ladies.

“Jaq, join us,” Alexis invited him.

“I will, later. I need to play daddy first.”

He could hear their hoots and laughter as he led his two dates to a booth reserved for him. At Bigshot Lounge, the policy was ‘mind your own damn business’. The cubicle was plushly-carpeted, equipped with circular cushioned seats forming around a low center table. It can occupy at least ten people. He dropped his bulk on the throw pillows.

A waiter immediately attended them.

“Cosmopolitan,” Wendy and Gwenna said almost in unison.

“A girl after my heart.” Wendy drawled and winked at Gwenna.

Gwenna winked back.

Jaq didn’t miss the little exchange. Fuck? Was he going to see some dirty WW action tonight? He wouldn’t mind at all. “Bring in my fave scotch, man,” he told the waiter.

The waiter left to do their bidding.

Wendy slid closer to him and caressed his thigh. “I have something to tell you, Jaq.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

Wendy ran her red fingernails lightly from his neck down to his navel. “You’re such an inspiring figure in the entertainment business and I like your fashion sense. You’ve got this swag that few men I know possess. Your look is so sexy and unique. So, I created a line in your name. Of course, we’d need to talk about the business side of it. I just got so excited I went ahead and created the prototypes without consulting you first. You’re not mad, are you?” She batted her extra-long lashes at him.

“No, no, Wendy. That’s so…I’m flattered.”

“Would you personally model it in my next fashion show and billboards, please? You’re my current inspiration.”

“Fashion show? I don’t know…”

“You don’t need to do anything. Just walk the way you walk.”

“I don’t know. I’m quite busy with my movie.”

“I’ll wait until you’re free.”

“But I’m not a model.”

Wendy leaned closer. “No, you’re not. You’re Jaq Montero, romantic…”

He grunted. “Come on, you probably saw that ancient video.”

Wendy smiled dreamily. “Hmm, I’d like to think that you’re still capable of being that sweet, sweet guy in the video. I really, really dig him. He’s so–”

“Sweet? Me? No.” Fuck! Sweet guys were always suckers and stupid fools.

“You didn’t let me finish,” Wendy purred. “Yes, you are. Mega-talented, super-sexy and ultra-hot,” she flicked her tongue lightly over his lips, “…bar none.”

This woman could make a living talking a man to jizzdom. Very eloquent in blowing smoke up a man’s insecure ass. “I don’t think so but I like what you’re doing, babe. Go on.”