Halloween story
I pissed a lot of friends off tonight. But I had an incredible night. I didn’t meet the bike rider from Critical Mass, but I’ll tell you what happened instead.
First of all, it’s 5:30 in the morning. I’m totally wired because I had Coke tonight. Coke and alcohol equals a wired Troy. I just checked my phone messages and got 9 pissed off calls that either said, “Where the fuck are you?” or “It’s a complete surprise that you didn’t show up.” Tomorrow I have to make a lot of apology calls.
Anyway, my best friend is here for the week. She wanted to go to a shi-shi party in Chelsea. I don’t like parties in Chelsea because they’re filled with corporate people who are trying to look cool and who have too much money and who are trying to spot and befriend celebrities. Not my idea of cool at all. Anyway, we get there and the party sucks. Too many lame people who can’t dance.
Eventually we go to the VIP area, which sucks worse then the rest of the party, but at least the line to get free alcohol is shorter. I flirt with a few women and leave to dance. Out on the dance floor I meet a girl who claims to be a hooker. We’re grinding on the dance floor and she asks me for money and a drink. I drag her to the VIP area, we get a drink, and we start making out on the couch. Then we start grinding on the couch (and making out). I have her ass in my hands, she has my big clit in her hands (I was dressed as a corporate whore), and we’re locking tongues (we even try some ridiculous “porn star kissing”). We do this for hours. All of our friends leave; we drink Coke; we continue to grind. All night. We were hard-core dry humping in front of hundreds of people. While we were dry humping the girl (who’s name I don’t know) would proposition any cute boy or girl who came by. “Do you have mooonnney? Because my pussy is golden and I will let you enjoy life if you have mooonnnneey! Then we would both shout moooonnnneeeyyy! And she would hand out a card.
For a second I wondered if she was really a whore, but after we fooled around on the couch for an hour, I figured she was just a belle de jour. We were practically fucking on the couch. I had my hand in her pants, down her shirt, and she did the same. We were kissing like we were in her parents basement. I pulled up her skirt and the whole room could see her ass. And we dry humped. And we dry humped. And we dry humped.
After the party ended we walked to her place. On the way, we met a woman named Inga who was an ad exec who was in NYC for a wedding. Then we went to a bodega where an old Chinese guy was singing a plaintive classical Chinese song into the PA system. After he was done, he offered us the mic, and her and I sung “Yesterday.”
Then we went to her place and agreed that the Coke was too strong and we wanted to keep the night weird and anonymous. I told her that after all that soda and alcohol, I wouldn't be able to perform. My big clit was suddenly inoperational.
“It's ok,” she said, “There's no way we could have met our expectations.”
“I like that I don't know your name,” I said.
“Me too, I think we should keep it that way.”
“I really am a corporate whore,” I told her.
“Me too. I’m a corporate lawyer. I wanted to be a regular whore tonight. ...
You know, you could come up and snuggle.”
“After all that... we just snuggle?” I asked.
“Heh. No, you're right.”
We continued to make out and she went inside without me.
I have no idea what her name is. It was great.
//EDIT: She gave me her "prostitution card" which I found in my pocket this morning. Here it is:
//EDIT: My whore wrote me a "missed connection" to Craig's List.
looking for my "corporate whore" - w4m - 29
Reply to:
Date: 2004-10-31, 10:14PM EST
I met you on the dance floor. you were a "corporate whore" and I was just a whore, Bojena. Our costumes kind of connected, so to speak, cuz I wanted your money, and you had the money, etc. We spent all night at the club together creating quite a scene, but we had a lot of fun. Then you walked me home and we sang "Yesterday" together in a deli over the speaker. I hope you didn't lose my card. It actually IS a real email address. I have no way of contacting you though, and I'd like to see you again.
this is in or around 443 W.18th St. Halloween Party
First of all, it’s 5:30 in the morning. I’m totally wired because I had Coke tonight. Coke and alcohol equals a wired Troy. I just checked my phone messages and got 9 pissed off calls that either said, “Where the fuck are you?” or “It’s a complete surprise that you didn’t show up.” Tomorrow I have to make a lot of apology calls.
Anyway, my best friend is here for the week. She wanted to go to a shi-shi party in Chelsea. I don’t like parties in Chelsea because they’re filled with corporate people who are trying to look cool and who have too much money and who are trying to spot and befriend celebrities. Not my idea of cool at all. Anyway, we get there and the party sucks. Too many lame people who can’t dance.
Eventually we go to the VIP area, which sucks worse then the rest of the party, but at least the line to get free alcohol is shorter. I flirt with a few women and leave to dance. Out on the dance floor I meet a girl who claims to be a hooker. We’re grinding on the dance floor and she asks me for money and a drink. I drag her to the VIP area, we get a drink, and we start making out on the couch. Then we start grinding on the couch (and making out). I have her ass in my hands, she has my big clit in her hands (I was dressed as a corporate whore), and we’re locking tongues (we even try some ridiculous “porn star kissing”). We do this for hours. All of our friends leave; we drink Coke; we continue to grind. All night. We were hard-core dry humping in front of hundreds of people. While we were dry humping the girl (who’s name I don’t know) would proposition any cute boy or girl who came by. “Do you have mooonnney? Because my pussy is golden and I will let you enjoy life if you have mooonnnneey! Then we would both shout moooonnnneeeyyy! And she would hand out a card.
For a second I wondered if she was really a whore, but after we fooled around on the couch for an hour, I figured she was just a belle de jour. We were practically fucking on the couch. I had my hand in her pants, down her shirt, and she did the same. We were kissing like we were in her parents basement. I pulled up her skirt and the whole room could see her ass. And we dry humped. And we dry humped. And we dry humped.
After the party ended we walked to her place. On the way, we met a woman named Inga who was an ad exec who was in NYC for a wedding. Then we went to a bodega where an old Chinese guy was singing a plaintive classical Chinese song into the PA system. After he was done, he offered us the mic, and her and I sung “Yesterday.”
Then we went to her place and agreed that the Coke was too strong and we wanted to keep the night weird and anonymous. I told her that after all that soda and alcohol, I wouldn't be able to perform. My big clit was suddenly inoperational.
“It's ok,” she said, “There's no way we could have met our expectations.”
“I like that I don't know your name,” I said.
“Me too, I think we should keep it that way.”
“I really am a corporate whore,” I told her.
“Me too. I’m a corporate lawyer. I wanted to be a regular whore tonight. ...
You know, you could come up and snuggle.”
“After all that... we just snuggle?” I asked.
“Heh. No, you're right.”
We continued to make out and she went inside without me.
I have no idea what her name is. It was great.
//EDIT: She gave me her "prostitution card" which I found in my pocket this morning. Here it is:
//EDIT: My whore wrote me a "missed connection" to Craig's List.
looking for my "corporate whore" - w4m - 29
Reply to:
Date: 2004-10-31, 10:14PM EST
I met you on the dance floor. you were a "corporate whore" and I was just a whore, Bojena. Our costumes kind of connected, so to speak, cuz I wanted your money, and you had the money, etc. We spent all night at the club together creating quite a scene, but we had a lot of fun. Then you walked me home and we sang "Yesterday" together in a deli over the speaker. I hope you didn't lose my card. It actually IS a real email address. I have no way of contacting you though, and I'd like to see you again.
this is in or around 443 W.18th St. Halloween Party