Chapter 3
Just as I looked over my shoulder I could hear Evan in the bathroom taking a piss. From where I stood I could barely see his arm in the mirror, so I don't think he heard my bad joke. I felt a sense of relief knowing I dodged a bullet, so I told myself right then, I would stop pushing my luck. He was obviously not interested.
We had a nice dinner at a little Italian restaurant then Evan took me to an out of the way night spot where he was sure we wouldn't run into my mother. The place had "biker bar" written all over it. It was out in the sticks with a bunch of motorcycles parked out front and it was called Buster's Bar and Burgers. I could hear the band playing inside as we climbed out of Evan's pick-up.
"Sounds like the place is rockin'..." I noted, with a grin of anticipation.
"It's always rocking. Hey, in case anyone asks, you're 22 years old, okay? Trust me, I know the owners, there won't be a problem."
"Gotcha." I agreed with confidence, following him through the maze of cars to the front entrance.
I stood looking around as Evan was shooting the bull with the doorman and bouncers. They all seemed to know him and everyone stopped to give him a hug. He introduced me and they each made me feel welcome. Soon we were squeezing our way through the crowd towards the bar where Evan got us each a Bacardi and Coke and a little green shot called a Kamikaze. We both slammed our shot and took our rum to find an open table near the stage.
The place was packed, so Evan asked a couple of girls he knew if we could sit with them. They eagerly agreed to share there spot and we were right off the dance floor. The music was incredibly loud so if you wanted to talk to anyone you had to yell into their ear to be heard. Mostly we all just smiled a lot and jammed while the band was playing.
After a couple more drinks Evan and one of the chicks got up to dance. We watched as they blended in with the crowd and eventually vanished from our view. I think I was stuck with the shy one, so to break the ice I told her who I was and found out her name was Traci. We discussed her drink which had a little umbrella and a couple pieces of fruit sticking out the top. I asked her if she'd ever tried a Kamikaze before, and she ended up ordering us each one. I was buzzed enough I didn't feel bad she was buying my drinks, and she didn't seem to mind the fact that I was broke.
After a couple songs Evan and Belinda (his dance partner) made it back to the table long enough to finish their drinks and tell us they would be right back. Then we watched as they made their way towards the front exit. Traci and I grinned at one another but inside I was slightly ticked off. Okay, I was pissed off and jealous. I didn't expect to get dumped into some chick's lap so she could babysit me while he dipped his cock in some stinky twat. He could have at least given me some cash so I didn't have to jump through hoops and do back flips for drinks.
When Traci asked me to dance I felt obligated since she'd already bought me two rounds of rum and Cokes and a Kamikaze shot. I warned her I had two left feet then followed her into the chaos on the dance floor. The band was playing an old Bob Seger song and I did my best twist moves trying to fit in without drawing too much attention to myself. Oddly enough Traci and I seemed to gel and I began to relax with her. Once the music stopped and they started playing a slow dance we made our way back to the table just as Evan and Belinda were coming up the isle. We all met and began sitting down at about the same time. I was surprised they were back so soon.
"I'm surprised you're Back so soon." I told Evan, while it crossed my mind that either she was really fast at giving head or he was a total light weight. Within a few moments Traci and her friend were off to the ladies room and Evan bent towards me and said, "Slam your drink and let's go." with a smile on his face and a sparkle in his eyes.
Outside I asked him if the girls knew we were leaving, and he looked at me -- lifted one brow, and said, "Did you really want to spend the evening with them? Actually, I think Belinda had a dick -- her voice was kind of deep and she had an Adam's apple."
"What? No! Really?" I chuckled as we climbed into the truck, not sure whether to believe him or not judging from the grin on his face. "Wait, that would explain why Traci had five o'clock shadow. I'll bet she was tucking a cock too." I explained, playing along with the charade.
Then pulling out of the lot I happened to see my mom's Dodge Durango parked near the motorcycles, and completely forgot about the chicks with dicks exchange we were having. I pointed it out to Evan and he got a blank look of shock on his face.
"Oh shit, I wonder if she saw us?" I asked with a paranoid flare.
"Now let's calm down. If I know your mother, she would have said something to us if she knew we were there." He said as if he was trying to convince himself as much as me then hit the throttle stirring up a cloud of dust. What he said actually made a lot of sense because it's not like my mom to fly under the radar. She's more like the bugle blowing cavalry type. Had she known we were there, she'd have found us just to be nosy and confrontational.
So with that logic mixed in with all the alcohol I'd consumed my mind was easily wiped clean of all worries. Evan was driving like a maniac down the twisting dirt roads, and once we hit the pavement of the highway with the wind weaving around us in the glow of the dash lights I felt like we'd escaped any danger that might have been behind us.
We'd driven for maybe ten minutes when Evan pulled onto the shoulder and asked me if I would drive. I hopped out and ran around to the drivers side while he slid his butt across the seat. I climbed behind the wheel and pulled back onto the road. Then Evan asked me to roll the windows up and stay under the speed limit -- a reasonable request I thought. And that's when I noticed him taking something out of his pocket.
"Have you ever done cocaine before?" he casually asked.
"No." I answered, not wanting to seem too naive. "I heard it was dangerous. Have you had that with you all day?"
"Crack is severely addictive, but snorting coke isn't anything like crack. And no, I got it from that chick back at Buster's." he informed me as he poured a pile out onto a CD case and used a credit card to shape it into rows.
"Aha, I figured you were getting a piece of ass. She looked like she had the hots for you." I told him with a quirky grin.
"She had the hots for my money, but that's about it." he said with a laugh, and quickly sniffed a row of the white powder up through a rolled up dollar bill, then leaned his head back like he was looking out the sunroof at the stars. I was a little apprehensive about doing any and suddenly found myself keeping an eye on Evan for a few moments to see if he was going to freak out or start hallucinating. I even began to wonder how far we were from the nearest hospital in case he started to O.D., but I didn't express these fears out loud. I just played it cool. He seemed to be fine with no extreme behavioral abnormalities or seizures.
"Okay, now I'll take the wheel while you do your line." he told me.
"Okay, I guess, but I won't freak out will I?" I inquired as he began to steer from the passenger seat.
"Na, it'll be fine. There's really not that much there. You'd have to do a whole bunch of lines to actually freak out."
"Alrighty then, here goes nothing." I stated, knowing Evan wouldn't let me do something that would kill me.
It took me a few passes before I got it all inhaled up my nose. Then I tasted a little on my tongue before taking back control of the steering wheel. We were both sniffling to keep it from falling back out. It had a unique taste but I didn't really feel any different. Suddenly I noticed my upper lip and tongue going numb and started getting anxious.
"My mouth is going numb! I can't feel my tongue!" I said in a mild panic, trying to keep my eye on the road.
Evan started laughing at me, "Yes, it causes your lips to go numb, that's one of the effects. Don't freak out." he said in a soothing voice. "I'm right here with you." Then he reached across the seat and put his hand firmly on my crotch.
I glanced over and saw him smiling at me. Suddenly I wasn't even thinking about the drugs at all as he slid closer to the middle and began unzipping my pants.
"So is this how you always act when you do cocaine?" I inquired while easing the seat back a bit more.
"I wanted to do this all day." he whispered, as my cock flopped loose and he gently started stroking it up and down.
"Then why didn't you?" I questioned with my last thought as I ran out of conversation. I was lost in the moment yet still trying to drive.
"What if I show you how sorry I am for making you wait?" he divulged in a seductive voice before leaning over and buried his face in my lap.
[to be continued]
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