The Forgotten

Tonight would be a night that I will forget you. Tonight I take every single once of frustration and disappointment that you have caused me to have, I will take it out on someone else. Tonight is a night for revenge and lust.

I walk to the bar. I hear laughter, from the inside and love from the outside. I've been to bars before. But nothing like this one. This was an old butch hanging bar. Where if you were a fem, you would be picked up in no time. And that is what I was looking for. A cheap, but hard, good fuck. I sat down the first stool I saw empty. Looking around to make sure it did not belong to anyone.

"You lost sweetie." The bartender says.

"No. I am just looking for a good time." I tell her.

"Oh yeah. Well my shift is almost over. If you want to wait." She licks her lips very seductive and then has the nerve to say; "You look kind of young how about some ID."

"Yeah sure I want a drink before anything happens."

"Don't we all." She says and laughs.

She is a big butch. The type heterosexuals stereotypically think what a dyke should look like.

"Hear you go" she puts a small glass of whiskey in front of me. "It will put some hair on your chest."

"Now why would I want that to happened. All I want is to forget and to never forgive."

"Sounds to me like you are looking a little more than a good time, Hun."

"Yeah and so what if I am."

"Ok, Spencer. I'll think I can give you that if you want."

"Then what the fuck are you waiting for."

I slowly drink that harsh drink letting it constrict my taste buds. After I am done with it she pours another one and signals me to a back room. I get up and slowly start to get up and walk to the back room. I hear laughter again, eyes seductively looking me up and down. I ignore that the looks and move swiftly across the bar to the back room.

The room was dark and cold. It smelled like strong liquor. When I reach the end of the room the only light was coming from a door to my left. I go an open it. And I don't regret opening the door.

Many other doors appear behind the door I opened. I hear the door slammed behind me. Moans and groans louder than what she used to make came from every other direction. My heart races, and I can't go back now.

"Scared, Baby."

I feel her hands around my waist. I smell her breath. Nothing but the scent of cigarette and liquor.

"No." I say and move her hand down to the zipper of my jeans. My heart pounding at my actions.

What am I doing? I can't. I can't go back now. I have to do this. I have to do this for me. This is not for her. No this is for me.

"Keep going straight."

I move, but my feet fell like lead. I head to the door straight in front of me. I open it and I see nothing but darkness. I feel nothing but coldness. She closes the door behind her and I hear it lock. I feel nothing but this woman's hands, her warm mouth, and her body heat rising. The way she works me, I know she is pro. All of the sudden I am lifted up from the air and being carefully landed on a bed that I did not know was there. I kiss her back; the kiss is hungry, and abusive. She chuckles and if to know what I want. She strips me down. The cold is now more profound. It pierces through my skin. The bed is even colder. It bruises my back with the cold and damp sheets.

"Don't move. I know what you are looking for." She says and low husky voice.

Then suddenly a much unexpected item is forced inside of me. I gasp for air. I grip the sheets. And then I give a sudden low moan the pain never felt so good. I guess I should have known better then to get an old bull. An old bull would have a dildo wouldn't she? But she knew how to use it. Thrusting it inside; each thrust hurting more than the other. Tears are now streaming down my face. But I don't want her to stop. I won't make her stop.

"Please." I beg her. I wanted more.

She chuckles deep. And then started to thrust even harder. The harder she went the less deeper my wound was becoming. My body shook as my orgasm took over. I screamed in pain. This was not like our sex. This was different. This was revenge. This was to Forget.

She pulled out. And then I felt her hot mouth on me again. I hear and feel her tongue cleaning me up. And I don't want her to stop. It soothes the pain that she inflicted. But it heals the pain in my heart as well. I start to cry when I hear her stop and get up.

"No. Please." I beg. I want more. I don't want this to end. Tonight is a night to forget. To forget her. Because after tonight I won't be coming back home; I won't be coming back to her; I won't I promise myself, I won't.