5
Silvia
Who would name a cocktail Pornstar Martini ? Maybe a person in an undisclosed bar with a mixologist, dreaming up the most outrageous names possible. I had to give them credit; it was definitely a creative title.
Naming cocktails didn’t sound like an awful job, if that was your sort of thing. Letty had said there were a lot of drinks with raunchy names, then proceeded to name off a few…
Sex on the Beach —it really painted a picture in my head.
Screaming Orgasm— this one gave sound to the above activity.
Kinky Blow Pop —I had no idea what this one meant.
Dirty Little Virgin— for half a second, I wanted to be the drink.
When Letty asked which one I wanted, I told her to pick for me. At twenty-two, I only had a glass of wine on special occasions, and that was if Miguel allowed it. I literally had no idea what I liked.
She’d chosen well. The Pornstar Martini was delicious. It went down easy and made me feel light as a feather.
“So, what all do you do at the club? Just sit around and drink?” I asked Letty as my filter thinned. The alcohol was getting to me. Probably because I hadn’t eaten since breakfast.
It was almost dinnertime, according to my rumbling stomach. I needed food if I was going to be drinking with Letty and Blanca. Luckily, I hadn’t seen Yoli since she called me a puta.
I didn’t like Yoli. Not one bit. And not because she was all over El Jefe. She could’ve been nicer to me and not called me a bitch. It made me glad to be leaving tomorrow. I didn’t really fit in with this crowd.
“Pretty much all weekend long, the girls and I look pretty and wait for one of the guys to want more from us.” She pushed out her chest and wiggled in her seat.
“What more would they want from you?” I asked, finishing my drink. My thinning filter was making me ask questions I’d avoided earlier. The more personal and friendly we got, the harder it might be to leave.
She giggled. “Sex, silly.”
“Oh.” I turned in my seat to check out the room.
A few couples were slow dancing and kissing. One man’s hands were on a lady’s bottom, squeezing it tightly. They seemed to be enjoying themselves. Of course, I couldn’t be for certain. Just assuming since I had no idea what dancing that way felt like. I may never know.
It was a festive bar. Large and rectangular.
Pinatas were hung above a stage on the far end.
Long colorful streamers stretched across the room from one side to the other, sort of like decorations for a Mexican Fiesta.
Stringed lights gave the space a patio vibe, along with terracotta tiles on the walls.
I was a little surprised to be honest. Rough, dangerous bikers liked to hang out in a place like this? By their own choice? I guess they did. This was their clubhouse.
“Most of the men in the club. No, all the men in the club are single,” Blanca told me.
“Yeah, nobody has claimed an old lady yet. I’m sort of glad, though. That means there’s still hope for me!” Letty clapped her hands and did a little more squirming in her chair. Clearly, the alcohol was loosening her up.
I stared at her and Blanca, wondering why they would want to be claimed by a biker. Didn’t they have hopes and dreams? Goals for their lives? Or perhaps becoming an old lady was their goal. No shame in that, I suppose.
But maybe Letty should have a little more ambition and not just be any old lady. She could be the president’s old lady.
Wait.
El Jefe was the president.
I couldn’t imagine Letty and Jefe together. Had they had sex? My stomach churned at the thought of them naked together. Why it bothered me, I didn’t know. It wasn’t like I was attracted to him. Or that he was charming and intelligent, traits I always thought I’d like in a man.
El Jefe was nice enough in a gritty-grumpy-biker sort of way. His muscular arms were impressive. And I sort of liked the artwork all over them.
He smelled good, too.
But none of that made me attracted to him.
The slow song ended and a new one started. Something upbeat, and women clapped and cheered as they ran onto the floor and started dancing.
“Come on!” Blanca grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the dance floor. “It’s Rihanna!”
“I don’t know who Rihanna is.” Embarrassment turned my face hot.
“How can you not know who Rihanna is?” Letty asked. “Have you been living under a rock?”
I just shrugged my shoulders and shook my head. What was I going to say? That I had lived a sheltered life raised by nuns in a monastery? That my brothers controlled me my whole life? They’d judge me hard.
Blanca and Letty shook their bottoms seductively.
How they moved their bodies while wearing five-inch heels showed true talent.
I could hardly walk in the ones Letty gave me to wear.
And the skin-tight black dress was very constricting.
I could barely breathe in it, much less dance.
But I was going to do my best so not to embarrass myself more.
A club girl joined us. She had a tray full of small glasses.
Letty took two and handed one to me. “Tequila shots. Don’t sip. Just gulp it.”
I watched her lick the rim, then she drank it all at once. I cautiously touched my tongue to the white stuff on the edge of the cup to taste. I knew what cocaine was, all drugs really. The nuns made sure I was educated about somethings. Fortunately, the white stuff was only salt.
“Drink it!” Letty gave me a lime. “This will help if it’s too strong for you.”
“Thanks.” I forced a smile and drank the tequila. The liquid burned going down and made me cough. Phew, that was a lot stronger than the martini!
“Suck on the lime!” Letty laughed as she danced around me. She seemed to be having a grand time.
Miguel would have had a heart attack if he saw me with this rough crowd. The nuns, too. But I wasn’t going to think about any of them. I was relaxed, and for the first time in my life, I felt free to do anything I wanted.
So, I did as Letty advised and tried to copy her dance moves. I didn’t want to stand there like a fool. I wanted to blend in and just be one of the girls.
After a couple of more tequila shots and a lot of songs, I found my rhythm. My didn’t-give-a-crap-about-nothing attitude had also arrived. After everything I’d been through, today and in my whole life, I finally didn’t have a care in the world.
I laughed with Letty and Blanca.
I snorted when I slipped and fell on my ass.
I sang along to songs I didn’t know the lyrics to.
Nobody paid any attention to me, that I could tell, anyway. There might have been someone judging me from afar but who cared? Not me! I was having a grand time like the other girls.
“Do you know Snoop Dogg?” Letty watched me with a curious smile. She was always asking if I knew this musician and that one. She seemed to get a kick out of me saying no .
I clearly needed to study up on current-day music.
“Of course, I know Snoop Dogg. Just not this song.” Jeez, how many times would I lie today? That probably wasn’t the last.
“It’s called ‘Beautiful.’” Letty seemed to know every song. I admired her for it and how great she danced.
“I like it!” I closed my eyes and swayed my head from side to side, along with my shoulders.
It was a slower song than some of the others, but it still had a good beat. Smooth and chill. Great for moving promiscuously like Letty and Blanca. I didn’t move my body like them. It felt wrong. A little dirty and I didn’t want to give anyone the wrong idea about me.
“Look at you, all sexy and fun. Been watching you for a while.”
I opened my eyes to see if someone was talking to me. Sure enough, a man was grooving in front of me. He checked me out like I was a shiny new sports car on the showroom floor. He went around me and made me a little dizzy. I hadn’t seen him before. Or maybe I had and couldn’t remember.
“Dance with me.”
“We are dancing. Everybody is dancing.” I spread my arms wide. Literally, no couples were sitting this song out. He was bobbing his head like a rooster and in time with his hands. I was copying him. I’d call that dancing.
“Not apart, but together.” He wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled me against him. “Like this.”
Whoa, he was close! Close enough for me to feel parts of him I had never felt on a man before.
“I’m not sure I want to.” I tried to back away and get a better look at him. He wasn’t wearing a leather vest like the other guys.
“Maybe I can convince you that you want to.” His hands glided down my hips. I had to admit, it felt good, but maybe that was the alcohol talking.
“What’s your goat name?” My words weren’t coming out right.
He threw his head back, laughing. “Goat?”
I shook my head. Not goat. “Road. I mean, road name!”
“No road name. I’m Dom’s friend.” He snaked his arm around my waist and held me against him.
I didn’t fight him off. Honestly, he helped me stay on my feet. “I don’t know Dom.”
“He’s a cool dude.” His lips went on my neck. He might be kissing me. Or licking. “We’re tattoo artists.”
“I’ve always wanted a tattoo!” I screamed. “Will you give me one right now?” My brother would hate it if I marked up my body. He’d made it his mission to keep me blemish-free and a virgin.
Hey! A brilliant idea came to me. I was away from the monastery and the nuns who’d controlled my life and followed my brother’s orders. I could spoil myself. Get ink on my arm so no Mafia man would want me. Losing my virginity would be even better, but not with this guy.
“Sure, baby. Let me show you to my office.” He led me off the dance floor.
I’d lost track of Letty and Blanca. There was probably a horny biker who wanted more than dancing from them. At least this guy didn’t want sex from me. He only wanted to dance.
“You have an office here?” I shouted so he could hear me, then promptly stumbled, falling into him. “What did you say your name was?”
“Death wish.”
I stared at the man. “Did you say death wish? That’s an interesting road name.”
He didn’t reply. It was like he was frozen in place. I waved my hand in front of his face. “Hey. Hey, are you okay? What about my tattoo, Death wish?”
“Get lost.” An angry sounding voice came from behind me.
I turned around. “Oh, El Jefe, it’s you. I’m getting a tattoo. Here…” I pointed to my arm. “Or maybe here.” I pointed at my wrist.
“How much have you had?” he asked me with the angriest, grumpy expression I’d seen on him, yet.
“How much what?”
“Alcohol.”
“Oh.” I tapped my finger on my bottom lip. “I don’t know. A lot, I guess.” I laughed like it was the funniest answer in the world.
Jefe didn’t seem amused. “Did he touch you?” He pointed in the direction the guy went.
I nodded, feeling guilty. “He danced with me. Touched my hips and kissed my neck.” I touched my skin where his lips were. “But I liked it. That’s bad, right?”
“Very bad.” He cupped my elbow and led me down a hallway.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” He growled in my ear.
“It’s not?”
“No.” He punched a code into the lock on the door, then opened it. “Go in.”
“What is this place?”
“My bedroom.”
“You’re bedroom? Are we going to have sex?” I fluttered my eyelashes. If I lost my virginity, El Jefe was a much better prospect than the tattoo guy.