SCARS
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CHAPTER 1
For a while I closed my eyes and wished I could go back in the time the day I met him, change everything…
It was last year. That year I'd gone solo to this Halloween party in Ladera Heights, the biggest house at the end of the block with a huge backyard overlooking La Cienega Boulevard. An adults-only party thrown by this mogul in the music industry who did it up big time. Either dim lightning or tea lights were everywhere. African art, both sculptures and paintings. Stuffed cats and jack-o-lnterns. Spooky and sexy all at once.
And inside, on both levels, it was pretty dark. Dry ice machines created smoke. Lots of exotic foods and some booze, enough alcohol to make everyone want to sign up for rehab by sunrise. Costumes ranged from absurd to near childish, fantasies and fetishes represented in full force: schoolgirl uniforms, bondage clothes, and adult versions of superhero costumes.
I had on my devil costume: leather bustier and leather pants. Every man I walked by would tell me that he had been bad and wanted to visit my hot spot.
As soon as I made it to the room that was the official dance floor to the party, I saw a woman with long blonde hair, miniskirt, and tight-high boots on the dance floor doing her thing.
That was Lee. My other big and tall sister.
I made my way through the crowd and asked her, "You supposed to be Angela Davis?"
"I'm Amanda Seyfried."
"You look like Angela Davis."
"Whatever."
"Some of these sisters are kinda skanky."
"They have prizes for best costumes"
"Is naked a costume?"
"It is tonight. The most naked girl with the best body always wins."
"Damn. So this the kinda place you hang out at."
"Stop cock-blocking and dance with somebody."
I started dancing with someone dressed like a pimp: pink polyester suit with a red shirt, matching hat, white patent leather stack-heel shoes with goldfish in the heels, the whole nine.
I told him, "Nice costume."
"What costume?"
"Oh shit. Never mind"
Me and Lee were side by side, rocking the room Lesnicky style.
Lee told me that it was the kind of party where schoolteachers wore masks and makeup, had three shots and let the whore in them run free. Blackula was playing on TV screens in almost every room. Music was loud, bumping hard, lots of nasty dancing, and with all the masks and costumes, you didn't know who you're dancing with. It was like Mardi Gras.
Then I saw Dracula, his eyes watching me. Golden skin, wavy hair slicked back.
Dracula adjusted his mask, followed me. The living dead followed the fallen angel.
Drink in hand, I left Lee on the floor strolled outside, admired the property and moved beyond the waterfalls in the backyard. A circular bar with bartenders in costumes was in the far corner. People were grabbing drinks vanishing out into the private part of the yard, and only their laughs and sensual sounds letting you know what spots were already taken.
The golden-skinned Dracula in the midnight mask stayed on my footsteps.
I stumbled over a woman. She had on cat's mask, a black see-through cat suit, her hair funky and Afrocentric. Cat Woman with dark skin. She was on her knees, pleasing Batman.
He jerked. "Ouch."
I shrieked. "Oh, damn…oh, damn… I am so so so sorry."
Cat Woman laughed and I saw her braces. She went back handling her business.
I was so embarrassed, had never seen anything like that, and I broke away from my wide-eyed stare and hurried back to the rest of the party, pretty much ran into Dracula. He had his mask pulled back, showing his chiseled face. His hair was wavy, combed back.
I told him, "You might not want to go over there."
"Pretty wild, huh?"
"Think I almost made Batman get circumcised by Cat Woman."
Again, I walked away. When I was at the back door, I looked back. He had an accent that sounded provocative. He'd only said a few words, but they were hot sensual.
He was so different. Very eroctic.
I smiled, held the door open. Dracula pulled his cape away and followed.
He asked, "What's your name?"
"Beezelbub. Where you from?"
"Transylvania."
We played that game and laughed our way to the pool room. A lady dressed like a witch was on the pool table with her legs wrapped around a shirtless man in army fatigues. G.I. Joe was tonguing and grinding the hell out of the Wicked Witch of the West in front of a room filled with French Maids, Spider-man, Darth Vader, and Wonder Woman.
That wasn't my kind of party, but I loved it all the same.
Dracula followed my wherever I went. He brought me food, drinks, spoiled me.
He said, "I want to know about you."
"Not much to know."
He asked me what I did for a living. I told him that I had started working as a saleslady for Pier 1. He told me that he was a vascular surgeon at UCLA.
"What's a vascular surgeon?"
"I operate on the cardiovascular system. Routine operations."
"Like what?"
"Arterial blood vessel bypass surgery, repair of abdominal aortic aneurysms, insertion of synthetic grafts for dialysis access."
"With all those ten-dollar words, bet you did good on your SAT."
Again he asked for my name. I told him I was Anita, but people call me Needy.
His name was Chip, but everyone call him well..Chip.
Anonymity was gone and we were no longer strangers.
I told him I was from Inglewood by the way of good old South Central.
He was born on Quito, Ecuador, but raised on Las Vegas, Nevada
I said, "That explains the accent"
"You have the accent."
We danced a little while, and for a few songs he taught me how to salsa.
Then we walked around the side of the house. A basketball and a hoop were there.
I picked the ball,dribbled, wanted to drive in for a layup, but shot fom where it was.
Swoosh.
He said, "Easy shot with nobody guarding you."
I groaned. "If I didn't have on heels and leather…"
I was quicker back then, an insecure woman who used arrogance as a shield.
He didn't back away. "Sounds like shorty is a shit talker."
"Shorty? You're barely taller than I am."
"Tall enough to…Damn you're quick."
"Shit, think I just broke my heel."
I didn't. I took my pumps off anyway, put them to the side, walked the driveway barefoot and picked up the ball, dribbled, did a few crossovers, went to the free-throw line, got my shoulders square to the basket, cocked me right wrist, left hand on the side of the ball and right hand behind, right foot in front of left, feet shoulder-wide, focused on the basket.
Swoosh.
He clapped his hands. "Impressive."
"You don't want none of this."
He grinned like he wanted all of this. I chewed my bottom lip and blushed.
Right about then, Lee came outside looking for me. I introduced her to Chip.
She asked, "Do you have any brothers?"
I gave her a look, the one that told her to stop cock-blocking.
She left laughing, drink in hand, wagging her ass back toward the party.
A slow record came on and we danced the dance of people high on spirits. Chip flattered me, touched me, put his face close to mine, he whispered in my ear, his accent so provocative and as erotic as his words, as stimulating as his promises. He put his heavy hand on my shoulder, let his fingers trace down my butt.
We kissed.
And just like that we became inseparable.
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