#the underestimated enemy

A little something I’m working on.  So far it’s kind of playful but it’s going to turn a bit darker.  Thoughts?

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The last thirty minutes had been nothing but a lie.  

The lies started the moment I felt that churning in my stomach.  I told myself that I would feel better in a few minutes, that it would pass.  When that didn’t work and the bed spun furiously I tried to reason that if I took deep breaths the spinning would be go away.  Finally, I steeled my resolved and tried to put it out of my mind, all I would need is the cold spot on the pillow and things would be okay.  

It was a lie.  Things weren’t going to be better and in a few seconds my resolve would be shattered resulting in a visit to the nearest bathroom.

The torture that I was experiencing was self induced.  The first shot of Tequila was a celebration of sorts, in a gallows humor kind of way.  That was the “Goodbye you cheating asshole” shot.  I had no problem throwing that shot down.  It was a shot two years in the making and ended with my boyfriend fucking some oily skinned fat slut against a dumpster.  

That shot was followed by more, many more.  

It wasn’t until later in the evening that I realized things were getting out of control, but like every other evening that involves heavy drinking it was too late.

The bartender walked up and placed four shots on the bar in front of me and my friend, “Compliments of the two men at the table.”   The bartender placed the four shot glasses down.  There were three layers, a dark brown liquid at the bottom, a light brown liquid, and an almost white liquid on top of that.  On top of the layers was a little dollop of whipped cream.

“Ooooo, they look yummy.  What are they?” I asked without really caring about the answer.

“It’s Baileys, Amaretto, Kahlua, and topped with whip cream,” the bartender answered.

“Yeah, but what’s it called?” I questioned.

“It’s a Blowjob.  You’re supposed to use your mouth. No hands.”

“Thank you,” I answered blushing.

I looked at Kailey, my friend, “Ready?”

“Should we invite them over?” Kailey asked.

“You heard what the bartender said these drinks are didn’t you?  They’re call a Blowjob.  I have those two guys want us to have them.”

I looked down at the drink and noticed the white creamy liquid was starting to swirl into dark black liquid.  Kailey had picked up on the of shots and was licking the edge of the glass as the liquid spilled over.  Her tongue white with the little bits of whipped cream.  She looked so dainty with her little finger up.

I looked down at one of the shots and lowered my lips to the glass.  I formed a tight seal as my hair fell around  my face.  I gathered it up in my hand while keeping my lips around the shot glass.  In a quick movement I flipped my head back and the liquid splashed against the back of my throat.  I swallowed the thick liquid and dollop of whipped cream down in one motion.

I stepped to the next shot and repeated the process.  Quickly throwing the liquid back and swallowing.  Feeling the thick liquid slide down my throat before placing the shot glass back down.

I looked over at Kailey.  She was still holding her first shot sipping at it.  “Just throw it back and swallow.  It’s a blowjob, they’re supposed to be messy,” I said.

I lowered my head and closed my mouth around the glass rim.

“Here, let me hold your hair for you,” a deep masculine voice said.  I felt a hand take hold of my hair and give a slight squeeze.  I held up my hand and counted down, three, two, one.  I lifted the glass with my lips and turned toward the man holding my hair.  Slowly tilted my head back and the dollop of whipped cream slid into my mouth riding on the thick liquid.  I locked eyes with the stranger and swallowed.  I slipped my tongue into the glass and swirled it around and finally held the glass and inch from my face as the last drops of liquid dripped onto my lips and chin.

“That’s a pretty impressive show.  Are you always a tease?”

My drunk brain’s fight instinct kicked in, “Tease?  You’re calling me a tease?  That’s funny.  If you wanted subtle you would have bought us cosmopolitans and invited us to sit down.  But you didn’t.  You ordered ‘Blowjobs’ because you wanted to see if we would be insulted and run away.  Maybe you wanted a little show.  Thanks for the drinks!”  I reached out for Kailey’s hand so we could leave.

“Are you insulted?”

I was ready to launch a verbal assault.  I had just gotten out of a two year relationship with a cheating asshole and I didn’t feel the need to spar with some guy in a bar.  As a smile crossed the tall man’s lips I stopped.  Even in my drunken state I could tell I was being baited.