Chapter Eleven
I'm not sure how I got here, but I look around and notice that I'm in the back room of Babylon. Like always, it's filled with men, all of whom are fucking their brains out. I begin to feel uncomfortable and walk out to the dance floor. Brian is there. He spots me and walks over.
"Buy you a drink?"
"No. Thank you. I think I'm just gonna go home. I'm really tired for some reason."
"You can't leave. We just got here. Besides," he leans his head down until his lips are right on my ear, "we haven't chosen our target for the night." He raises his head and gives me his famous smirk. "Wanna do the honors?"
I scan the crowd, and point to a tall blond with his shirt off, then change my mind.
"What do you say we just go home alone?"
"Are you kidding? You wanna miss out on date night? Come on, pick your poison. I saw you eying that blond. Wanna fuck him?"
"No. I want to fuck you."
"We'll get to that at some point tonight...maybe. For now, just pick a twink."
I scan the dance floor again. My blond has already been swept out the door. My eyes land on a new guy. I'm sure we haven't had him before. He's gorgeous, with jet black hair and rock hard abs. He could possibly give Brian a run for his money. I take that back. Brian could definitely out maneuver him, but he's got to be worth one night. I point him out to Brian, and Brian takes his opportunity.
Brian walks up the man, and before I know it, he's walking out of the club with him. And without me. I follow him out of the club and back to the loft, where he shuts the door in my face. I open it to see them both naked and kissing.
"Hey! You're breaking the rules!"
"What are you talking about? The rules went out the door with the fiddler." I look up. The twink is no longer in the room. Instead, Daphne is making out with Brian. They both turn to me.
"Eww. It's one of those fags. What should we do with it?" Daphne asks.
"I've got one idea..." Brian responds with a metal baseball bat in his hand.
I wake up screaming! Another one of those horrible nightmares.
