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Chapter 9: Forward…Reverse…
Bo heads out of Lewis Enterprises and towards the subway station. She's almost speed walking, focused on getting far way. As she maneuvers her way through the terminal to the platform she has not yet decided where she is going but she knows she doesn't want to go home. She isn't ready to face Kenzi and explain that she is being a coward. Succumbing to her dark impulses Bo decides to board the train to the one place she knew she shouldn't be going to right now, her old neighborhood.
While sitting on the train, Bo closes her eyes tightly and tries to block out the memory of bolting out of Lauren's office. She feels an onslaught of emotions: embarrassment, rage, frustration, inadequacy but most of all she feels disappointed in herself.
When she arrives at her stop, Bo exits the train and walks towards the seedier side of town. She feels the familiar tug, beckoning her to embrace it. She feels the darkness rise within her and each time she has a fleeting thought to conjure up the strength to head back to Lewis Enterprises and continue her day as planned, she walks onward in search of a way to escape the disappointment she feels towards herself.
The tormented brunette decides to go to the Cat's Meow, a local hang out that she used to frequent often. It is early, barely even noon but Bo hopes to find someone willing to have a good time and help her to escape herself.
She opens the door to the Cat's Meow and heads straight to the bar, checking out the few patrons as she approaches the pretty petite caramel complexioned bartender.
"Two shots of tequila please." Bo states in a matter of fact tone, while openly admiring the lovely bartender.
"Wow, well you may as well start off right. It's 5:00 somewhere I suppose." The bartender comments in a slightly flirtatious tone as she pours the shots.
"It sure is." Bo says just as the bartender sits the drinks down in front of her.
Bo slams back the shots and feels her body become less tense. The combination of the pulsating beats from the music playing and the circulation of tequila brought her closer to a temporary escape from reality. She places some money on the bar, licks the remaining tequila from her lips, and turns to walk around the small bar in search of someone to distract her from acknowledging the racing thoughts in her mind.
It doesn't take long for Bo to hone in on a cute, petite blonde swaying her hips from side to side on the otherwise unoccupied tiny dance floor. Visions of Lauren make a quick appearance in her thoughts. Thoughts of the woman who has offered to help her change her life quickly slip away, as Bo allows her darkness to take over.
Bo goes back to the bar for one more shot of tequila before making her way over to the petite blonde woman. The young woman continues to sway with the music as Bo begins talking to her.
"Hasn't anyone ever told you it's no fun to dance alone." Bo whispers in the young woman's ear.
Bo slides her arms around the woman's waste and begins dancing with her, grinding her body against her.
Several moments pass as they dance rhythmically to the beats of the music.
"Wanna party?" The girl asks Bo. "Partying alone is no fun either." The girl adds.
The petite blonde woman wiggles out of Bo's embrace, grabs her hand, and leads her to the bathroom. They both duck into a bathroom stall and the young woman removes two small plastic baggies from her pocket.
"Wanna fly high or lay low." The woman asks, holding a baggie in each hand. One baggie contains cocaine and the other one contains heroine. She looks at Bo waiting for an answer.
"Or a speedball. I can mix you up one. I've got some clean needles on me."
Bo is tempted to accept the last offer. She had spent many nights lounging around "The Den," one of the drug houses she frequented getting high and partying with other intravenous drug users.
Bo didn't want to reignite that old habit so she replied with "I'll just go for flying high."
The blonde woman places one baggie back into her pocket. She then pulls out a single key and passes it and the baggie containing the speed to Bo.
Bo inserts the key into the baggie and pulls out a small mound of powder. She holds the small pile to her nostril and is about to snort but she doesn't. Instead she hands the key back to the young woman.
"On second thought, I'll pass but you dig in and fly."
The woman gives Bo a confused look and dumps the powder back into the plastic baggie. Bo watches the woman set up her mobile mix kit on the back of the toilet seat. She mixes a solution of the two powered substances and then drew it into her syringe. Bo continues watches her as she inserts the syringe into her arm. The young woman's eyes flutter and then she takes in a very deep breath. Bo remembers that feeling and contemplates joining her in her speedball rush but allows herself to stick to her original decision to decline. After the initial rush waned, the young woman packs up her kit and slips it back into her inner jacket pocket.
The two women then stand with their backs against the bathroom stall door. Bo is buzzed from the tequila shots and the young woman is feeling euphoric from her speedball. The familiar desire begins to rise again within Bo and she positions herself in front of the pretty young woman.
"By the way, I'm Bo."
"I'm Dane."
Bo presses her body against Dane, heightening the sensation she is feeling. She pulls off Dane's jacket and drops it on the floor. She looks into Dane's eyes and then reaches down and places her hand under her short skirt, causing the woman to spread her legs in response. Bo grabs her panties and slides them down around her ankles, which elicits a light gasp from the woman.
Dane leans forward, in an effort to kiss Bo. Bo is not interested in kissing her. Kissing would be too intimate. Bo just wants to extinguish her rising need. She just wants to use these moments to escape her disappointment in herself for running out of Tabula Rasa.
Before long, Bo is thrusting her fingers inside of her. She pumps harder and harder keeping in rhythm with the beats pouring into the bathroom from the bar area. With each thrust of her fingers, Dane slams against the stall door harder. When Bo feels Dane's walls clamp around her fingers she slows her thrusts and removes her fingers.
In her hazy state, Dane is still eager to return the favor. She unzips Bo's pants and slides them down followed by her underwear. Her touch is tender which Bo does not want.
She wants a rough encounter so she directs Dane, "Harder, harder. Make me forget."
Dane places her head on Bo's shoulder and closes her eyes, enjoying the floating feeling as she pounds her fingers faster and deeper inside Bo. And for these moments, Bo temporarily finds an escape from her disappointing thoughts of herself for running out of Lauren's office earlier today.
The two women now stand with their backs against the stall door again, catching their breaths.
"Time for another hit." says Dane pulling out the small baggies again.
Dane enjoys another hit and another round of bathroom antics with Bo against the stall door before exiting back to the main area. They go back to the dance floor, feeling free and swaying to the beats. Bo and Dane spend the next few hours alternating between dancing, taking shots, and Dane finishing her stash. When Dane attempts to lure Bo into the bathroom for another round of bathroom action, she declines and thanks her for being an "excellent distraction" before going home to face her best friend.
Bo feels intense frustration and disappointment rise within herself again as she walks towards the subway terminal. She knows Kenzi is going to be angry with her for bailing on her appointment with Lauren. She feels guilty for being selfish, especially after thinking about how disappointed Kenzi will be. For a fleeting moment she thinks about turning around and exploring another bar but Bo continues to walk towards the subway station. Bo hopes this will be her last walk through the streets of the neighborhood that she has become so familiar and comforting to her, the neighborhood and life that she so desperately wants to leave behind.
"Lauren, I'm so sorry." Bo apologizes to Lauren in her mind, fully aware that she won't hear her but feeling a sense of minor relief by doing so.
