Part II
'The Dame'�

We're sitting on a low cement wall about 20 feet to the left of the hostel, at the lip of an underground garage. Plenty of room between the bar and us. Now we're just on a public sidewalk. I'm between Dorian and Joey, cock-block in full swing. Stanley is on the other side of Joey. The South Korean (I wish I can remember his fucking name), and some other dude I can't see in my head but I know he was there because he's the one who brought the Hashish, sit on the other side of Dorian. But was it some other dude who brought the hash or was it Joey?

Dorian is snuggling up to me, her left breast pushing against my right elbow/shoulder; our feet dangling, brush.

The shit's getting blurry, but I know the Soju is gone. That was fast. And it's the bottle of Jameson we're passing back and forth now, that and the pipe. Taking small hits of each, trying to conserve energy because I am convinced that Joey and I were going to head to some late night bar, O'Sullivan's, on Le Grandes Boulevards for a night cap; about a 6-minute taxi ride away.

And I find myself slurring, 'I like your feet,'� to Dorian because she's kicked off her sandals and I can see her pretty, small, clean, white feet.

'You do? Ah, that's so sweet,'� she says to me and I lean over and kiss her, just a tiny peck on wet, wanting lips. I wait for a reaction; from her, from Stanley over there yucking it up with Joey, but she remains quiet, smiling, and I figure, fuck it, why not? I plant another one and hold on a bit longer and then she leans her head on my shoulder and takes my hand in hers and I 'm thinking, My God that was easy, I have my woman for the night. Now only if I can get Stanley the fuck outta here. And I have no qualms about one so young in Paris either because in France the all important age of consent is a lovely 16 years old thank you very fucking much. Voila!

'Goddammit!'� I hear Joey suddenly bark, and I think he's pissed that I've hooked up with Dorian first, or that because this was my last night in town and it was supposed to be a boy's night out and he says, 'We're outta booze, people!'�

And I think by this time the South Korean has taken off because I mean, Christ, you got a woman that looked like his woman and I'd high-tail back up to bed too with a drunken hard-on in a second. Probably saw me and Dorian getting along, popped wood, remembered in the deep recesses of his alcohol-splashed mind that he indeed had a 22-year old home grown girl back in the room along with her hot 19-year old cousin and said fuck these guys, I'm outta here, and is probably banging the broad right now and making her cousin watch, if not participate. That bastard!

'You up for some more wine?'� Joey asks and I wiggle the last of the Jameson in my hand and lean against Dorian and he knows it's time to take the brother for a walk. 'Hey, man,'� Joey says to Stanley, 'show me that good wine you guys had on that picnic the other day.'�

'Sure, dude,'� Stanley says, giggling, and Joey helps Stanley get up and he and Stanley stagger across the street to the Arab Mom & Pop and I turn to Dorian who's already standing, albeit wobbly, and she says, 'I need some air, let's walk.'�

'Ok, Honey.'� She wavers but I put my arm around her small waist and she scoots close to me and I say, 'Come here.'� We kiss. Soft, feathery, very moist, our tongues meet quickly. She smiles. 'Oh my God,'� she whispers. My erection is grand and wet with pre-cum instantly. 'Come here,'� I say again. I put my hands on her hips and bring her to me, pressing my hard-on against her tummy and we kiss again; so sweet. She doesn't stop.

Now, I'm mindful that we're in the middle of a quiet street at almost 2am and so I guide her across to the shop where I hear Joey & Stanley honking with laughter as they try their garbled French on the Arab.

And Dorian spins around and backs into my crotch, grinding her smooth ass through a silky skirt and against me and she reaches around with her left hand and slithers up my short pants leg and finds my cock and pulls on it and begins to yank vigorously and I think there are a few others mulling about the street but can't remember too well, concentrating on the girl only, too foggy the memory and I hear Joey & Stanley's voices louder as they emerge from the shop and I immediately push Dorian away-gently, of course, and she shuffles toward her brother and Joey and comes to rest with her back to a wall to catch her breath. 'Hey, where you guys been?'� Dorian mumbles and laughs and closes her eyes.

Joey steps up to her, puts his hands on her hips and whispers 'Waiting for you, baby, waiting for you,'� and he plants a big, sloppy kiss on her lips and keeps at it. She's digging it as far as I can see. Joey towers over her as I did. What the fuck is she doing out here with us?

But then I get immediately pissed because I was working her all fucking night (always the case with me it seems), and I hear, 'I can't believe he's doing that in front of me,'� and it's Stanley, suddenly, at my side. He never saw me though.

'Yeah, I'm sorry, dude. You better take her back in before something happens.'�

'She's a big girl,'� Stanley forces himself to say. 'She's'�'�

'Dude, take her in. We'll help you.'�

'Naw, I got her'�'� He sighs, sounds sober, and seems almost used to this scene.

(And then this next part Joey and I disagree on mightily but I'm 89% sure I'm correct but, as you know, we both did have enough to kill an elephant).

Dorian has gone limp. We're back across the street down a ways from the hostel entrance. Joey has Dorian by the arms, Stanley has her legs. Stanley says, 'I got her, man. It's cool.'�

Joey cuts him off with a hard 'NO, I GOT HER! I'M TAKING HER UP! NOW!'� And the look on Joey's face is lascivious, he's snarling, which is how I must look right before I enter a Korean massage parlor. (And that is the part Joey said never happened. It lasted a split fucking second, it's not very flattering, I guess, hell, I've done and said far worse, but Joey thinks it a fucked way to portray him. I love him like a brother, though he maintains I'm making it up to add drama to this thing, but as always I merely paint a picture).

Stanley says, 'Dude, thanks, bro, but I got her.'� And he nudges Joey away.

'I got her man!'� Joey shouts. And Joey is still pulling her toward the door.

'I'm fine, man. I can handle her. Give her over,'� Stanley sounds nervous.

Joey finally relinquishes with, 'OK, OK, OK. But you better hold her good because you're gonna drop her.'�

'I'm good, I can handle it.'�

'Not until I know you got a good grip. You're gonna drop her, man, don't be stupid.'�

'I'm cool, I'm cool.'�

'All right, take her.'� They exchange Dorian's lithe 105 pounds.

'You got her?'�

'I got her.'�

'You sure?'�

'Dude, I got her.'�

I'm trailing this, mind you. As soon as Joey gives Dorian over we stop short of the hostel entrance and light a smoke. The doors are being locked for the night, the bar is closed, many are caught outside and trying to get back in before the doorman cuts you off. Yes, you can always come back later, but you have to wake the porter sleeping behind the bar and that's always a bitch. The man or woman is never in a pleasant mood, you're usually fucked up beyond reason, and Ok, I tend to make it a nightly occurrence. This is the only way back in. The door to the rooms upstairs is located behind the bar.

There are about a dozen or so clambering to get in. The porter, tonight the bartender- woman from earlier in the night, is deciphering who's a guest or not. Joey and I chat:

'That's fucked; I thought I was gonna get another woman on my last night in Paris,'� I say.

'That kid's'� gonna drop her'�he's too fucked up,'� Joey slurs.

Then we hear WHUMP! The sickening crunch of flesh and bone connecting with the tile floor of the hostel entranceway.

We whip around and Dorian is laying face down on the ground. Body splayed out like Wile E. Coyote after he's fallen off a cliff.

Just BAM!

Oh dear Christ, how many more fucking times do I have to see a woman hit the ground?

People are stunned. All yammering ceases. You could hear the last metro of the night squeaking and shooting sparks and squishing rats as it plows through the Jacques Station up above us.

Then, slowly, voices, the power pops back on, murmuring, shocked:

'Oh fuck!'�

'Call an ambulance!'�

'Is she dead?'� (that was me)

'Oh my God!'�

'Goddammit, I knew he couldn't hold onto her!'�

But neither of us makes a move to help. They're on their own now while a crowd circles around and watches as Stanley scrapes his sister off the floor. Dorian then actually giggles and I expect to see a face smeared in blood as Stanley raises her head and she turns toward us, eyes closed, snickering, and she's still as pretty as a flower and I begin to breathe again. 'That wasn't cool,'� I say, shaken.

'I knew that fucking asshole couldn't get the job done!'� Joey's seething, breathing acid.

'Fuck, it, man'�you got any more shit?'�

'Asshole'�'�

'Joey'�'�

'Mother-fuckin''�'�

'Dude'�'�

'Cock-sucker, that fuckin''�'�


NEXT WEEK: "Part III- The Violence"

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