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Caught Red-Handed
Topic Started: Feb 17 2011, 08:24 PM (44 Views)
Justin
Mr. International
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It was a beautiful day and the sun was just beginning its descent into the night. Now I normally waited until it was at least dark before I started drinking, but with Bobby it didn’t matter what time it was, the Jack Daniels was timeless. On this particular evening the place was The Velvet Room in downtown Vegas. It was a new spot Bobby found and wanted me to come along. Just like any other time, I don’t know why I go out with Bobby because something always happens, but I still go anyway. This time would be no different…..actually it was the worst that has happened so far.

The Velvet Room was exactly what I imagined. The place was decked out in red, too much red if you ask me, but nonetheless it was surprisingly classy compared to most of the places Bobby selects. We were seated at a booth by the hostess and it was only a matter of seconds before four women walked our way. Two of them, one blonde one brunette, sat with Bobby while the other two, one black and one Hispanic, sate with me. The six of us ordered drinks and the fun began.

As the time passed it dawned on me that no matter how gay I think Bobby is somehow the guy attracts women like a dog catches fleas. My thoughts were thrown off track by my vibrating cell phone. I wasn’t able to answer it in time, but noticed that it was Jessica. When I’m out with Bobby she normally doesn’t bother me. I decided not to call back. I focused my attention back on the two beautiful ladies whose hands were all over me. Seconds later my phone was vibrating again. I went to answer it, but before I could grab it the Hispanic swiped it off the table, “You can’t answer papi,” she said while shaking her head.

The way she said “papi” had me not worrying about my phone. Instead I had to worry about how I was going to cool my body down. My blood was rising and the way her eyes were glistening at me made a certain body part get a little happy as well. It was then that a more private area was needed. I flagged down our waiter and requested a private room. In no time, a burly man in a black suit with matching two dollar glasses escorted me and the two ladies down a hallway and through a maze of twists and turns until we arrived at our destination. The room wasn’t much bigger than a jail cell and furnished with a large leather sofa.

The three of us wasted little time getting to the couch and starting the fun. My shirt came off first, then theirs. Their pants were next and as I was unbuttoning mine the door busted open and Bobby was standing in the doorway out of breath. “Get dressed now!” he managed to scream in between breaths.

“What is going on?! Get out of here Bobby!” I slipped my shirt back on.

“Get dressed now! She is here!” He yelled between breaths again, a look of fear on his face that I have never seen before.

I opened my mouth and was just about to say something when she appeared in the doorway and pushed Bobby out of the way. Jessica’s eyes were filled with raged and were fixated on me. She just stood there and stared. I noticed her glance at the two women and they immediately jumped to their feet and ran out the room without putting their clothes back on. I expected her to knock them out when they ran by her, but she was saving that for me.

She didn’t make a move towards me so I took a chance to explain, “Umm….uh….it….it’s not what you think baby?”

That is probably the most repeated line in history, but it’s all that I could think of. It was the wrong thing to say.
Jessica moved slowly and deliberately until she was within a foot of my face. “It’s not what I think? It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on in here Roscoe.” Her tone would strike fear in Bin Laden.

“Nothing happened, I swear!” I was standing in my underwear so I knew it was a lost cause.

The palm of her hand landed flush against my cheek. The stinging was fierce and the pain started to kick in immediately. Red marks surfaced where her fingers had connected. I didn’t move nor did I say anything because in all honestly I knew I deserved it. “You ruined our family asshole!” She said with as much anger as she could muster. Jessica then turned and walked off.

I started to go after her, but decided against getting hit again. Instead I put on my pants and sat down on the couch staring at the floor. In all reality I really love Jessica, but being in the spotlight clouds my mind at times. I felt horrible and wanted to cry, but there was no way I was crying in front of Bobby. Speaking of which, the platinum blonde sat down on the couch beside me and put his hand on my shoulder.

“She gave you one hell of shot! Your face is as red as these walls, you blend right in.” He chuckled, though now was not a time to be funny.

“It hurts like hell,” I had to fight back the tears; “I really messed up this time. I don’t know why I keep messing up all the time.”

“That’s what women will do to you! They are crazy, conniving, mean, vigilant, hell I could go on and on about how wrong they do us men.” It was at that point that I really wanted to deck Bobby, but I couldn’t pass the blame on him. I was the one who chose to come with him and therefore the one that put myself in this position.

“No, I did this to myself. You mind if I stay with you tonight? I know I can’t go home anytime soon.” I shivered at the fact that I would have to spend the night at Bobby’s. There is no telling what the guy does in his house at night.

“Yep, sure no problem.”

As we got up to leave the two women came rushing back in looking for fun. We walked right past them and kept going until we got outside to the car. We hopped in my Mercedes and headed towards Bobby’s house. Halfway there I almost killed the man!

We were driving along when Bobby’s conscious got the best of him. “Hey Roscoe I got something I really need to tell you buddy,” he said. I could hear the guilt in his voice.

“Shoot.” I said calmly. Though my calmness was about to change.

He took a deep breath and I could see sweat starting to bead on his forehead. “It was my fault that Jessica showed up tonight.” I could have sworn my heart completely stopped.

“What do you mean it was your fault?” I managed to ask.

The sweat was running down his face now, “Well she called when you were on the way to pick me up to ask about throwing you a party. While we were talking I accidentally slipped up and mentioned that we were going to The Velvet Room.”

I yanked the steering wheel all the way to the right and screeched to a halt on the shoulder. I put the car and parked and immediately grabbed Bobby by the throat. I tightened my grip little by little until his face was completely red. Letting go of him at the last possible second, I got out the car and started pacing on the side of the road.

I had nobody to blame but myself.


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