Nick had
thought better of hanging out at the sports bar on one particular Friday night
because he hung out the previous night and drank himself into a hangover that
didn’t subside until the middle part of Friday afternoon. His friend, Nathan,
had texted him earlier and asked if he was going to the spot that they
frequented practically every weekend──Bar Louie, a sports bar near the Circle
campus. He replied that he didn’t know just yet because he still wasn’t feeling
well.
Nightfall had
set in on the chilly October night, and Nick still didn’t feel up to going out
after he slept the entire afternoon and early part of the evening away. He had
called off from his job earlier, as a second shift forklift operator at a
warehouse in the northwest suburbs. He grabbed his phone to text Nathan back
and tell him that he wasn’t going to the spot, and he clicked on his recent
call list to dial Nathan’s number. However, the list was empty. Damn, I
don’t remember clearing my phone, he thought. Subsequently, he checked his
contacts and saw that all of his contacts were also deleted.
“What the
hell!” he shouted. “Was I so drunk that I deleted my entire contact list?!”
Nick had
examined every aspect of his iPhone and realized that he accidentally erased
all content and settings. He then typed in Nathan’s number and texted:
Yo Nate I
ain’t coming tonight cus I’m not feeling well. I’ll get up with you tomorrow.
A minute or so
later, he received a text back:
Who is Nate?
Damn, I texted
the wrong number, he thought. He texted back:
Sorry wrong
number
He placed his
phone on his dresser and went to the bathroom for a few minutes, and when he
returned to his bedroom, he had yet received another text.
Who are you?
Why?
WHO ARE
YOU?!
Who are you?
I asked you
first
Nick chewed on
this person’s last statement and texted:
Are you a
chick or a dude?
A minute or so
passed, and he received another text:
I’m a girl
It figures, he
thought, and he texted back:
Well I’m a
guy
What’s your
name?
Nick what’s
yours?
My name is
Carla. Can you send me a picture?
It depends.
On what?
Are we gonna
hook up?
That
depends.
On what?
If you’re
fine or not so send me your pic Nick.
Nick attempted
to scroll the pictures on his phone after tapping the camera icon but quickly
realized that he’d deleted them the previous night. He ended up taking a selfie
and sending it to Carla moments later. He received a text from her a few
seconds later:
Okay
handsome I can definitely work with what you got. Here’s a pic of me.
And Nick was
instantly turned on―Carla had sent him a picture of herself half naked in
lingerie. She was very attractive with braids, smooth chocolate skin, shapely body,
and puckered lips with cherry lip gloss on them.
Nick had texted
her back:
Damn baby
you are so fine. When are we gonna hook up?
We can hook
up tonight if you’re not too busy.
Where do you
wanna meet?
Where do you
stay Nick?
I’m out west
in K-town.
Well I stay
out south in Calumet Park.
Nate pondered
for a moment and texted:
We can meet
up somewhere close to downtown.
Okay we can
hook up at the South Loop Hotel on 26th and State.
Are we gonna
smash?
Yeah baby
we’re gonna smash but bring the drink.
What do you
like?
I like
Patron or Grey Goose.
Okay
beautiful I’ll bring the Grey Goose. See you in about an hour.
She sent him
the ruby red lips emoji, and he quickly got out of bed to shower for his
rendezvous with this beautiful stranger. He was out the door in twenty minutes,
and he stopped at a liquor store a half-mile from his apartment to get the
fifth of vodka for about thirty bucks. He also bought a six-pack of Budweiser
because he wasn’t a vodka drinker. He then hopped on Interstate 290 and was in
the south Loop in about twenty minutes. He found parking in the rear of the
hotel and waited for Carla to show up. Ten minutes turned into twenty minutes,
and twenty minutes turned into thirty minutes. She finally showed up right
before the forty-five-minute mark as Nick was about to leave the lot. She got
out of a black 2019 Chevy Camaro with a tight-fitting, black mini-skirt and
stilettos on, and Nick hopped out of his rusty, 2003 Hyundai Elantra, slightly
embarrassed.
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They embraced
tightly for a moment and Nick said, “My main car is in the shop.”
“I’m not
trippin’ on that boy,” Carla said. “Did you get the room?”
“Not yet. I had
to see if you were gonna show up first.”
“I’m sorry I’m
late. I had to make myself pretty for you.”
“You’re worth
the wait.”
“Come on, let’s
get the room.”
They went
inside the hotel and Nick paid for the room with his debit card. Their room was
conveniently on the first floor, and they quickly settled in, with Nick
cracking open a beer and Carla opening the bottle of Grey Goose.
“Are you going
to have a drink with me?” Carla asked.
“Nah, I’m good
with this beer,” Nick answered.
“Come on baby,
please? I’ll let you do anything you want to me if you drink some Grey Goose
with me.”
“Well, since
you put it that way, pour me a glass.”
“Can you go
down the hall and get some ice, baby?”
“Okay, I’ll be
back in a minute.”
Carla poured
both of them a glass of vodka while Nick went halfway down the hall to fill the
ice bucket. Nick came back minutes later and said, “Here you go.”
Carla grabbed a
handful of ice cubes and put some in both glasses and said, “Here, drink this.”
“Thank you,”
Nick said as he gulped his drink down.
“Do you want
some more?”
“Yes, please.
This is smooth.”
“I knew you’d
like it.”
“So, tell me a
little about yourself,” Carla said, sitting on the bed.
“I’m a manager
at a warehouse in Elk Grove Village,” Nick lied, as he sat on the bed next to
her.
“How long have
you worked there?”
“About five
years.”
Nick paused and
then he asked, “What do you do for a living?”
“I used to
dance at Club O in Harvey but now I sell hair off my website,” Carla answered.
“Man, that’s
dope. You make a nice piece of change, huh?”
“Yeah, I do
alright.”
“Can you pour
me another glass, beautiful?”
“Sure, no
problem.”
Nick shook his
head in delight as he marveled at the shape of her derriere as she poured both
of them another glass of vodka. She handed him his glass and sat back down on
the bed. She took a sip and said, “I want to open up my own beauty supply store
eventually.”
“That’s what’s
up,” he said.
He took her
glass and his glass and placed them on the nightstand before he leaned into her
for a kiss. She placed her left hand on the back of his head as their kisses
became deeper and more sensual. He began to kiss her neck as he worked his way
down to her chest and she pulled one of the spaghetti straps of her dress down
to expose one of her breasts. He caressed, kissed, and licked her nipple before
he stood up to disrobe himself. She proceeded to pull down the other spaghetti
strap of her dress and stood up to wiggle completely out of it, and she wasn’t
wearing any underwear. His eyes nearly popped out of his head as he attempted
to unfasten his pants but fell backwards onto the bed.
“Are you
alright, baby?” she asked.
“Nah, I don’t
feel good,” he answered.
And the last
thing he remembered about that night was Carla’s naked body standing in front
of him. He awakened the following morning to a knock on the door. He sat up
from the bed completely disoriented and didn’t remember where he was at first.
“Housekeeping,”
a young lady said.
“Okay, give me
a few minutes to get dressed and check out,” Nick said.
“Alright.”
Nick realized
that he slept with his clothes on and that his wallet was on the nightstand. He
then looked inside of it and saw that his two hundred dollars in cash and Cuban
link chain were missing.
“Dammit!” he
shouted, pounding his fist on the nightstand. “I can’t believe she robbed me!”
He grabbed his
phone that was next to his wallet to dial her number, but she had cleared his
call list after he passed out from the roofie she slipped him. He checked his
text messages and she erased them as well. He thought about calling the police
but decided to take the L instead.
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