Chapter Five
Five
Max felt it shouldn’t be this hard to find a condom in a sex club. In fact, if Miles did invest in this place, Max would tell him they should have bowls of condoms at the bar and on all the tables.
That idea didn’t help him tonight, however, and the more time he spent trying to find any semblance of protection, the more worried he became that he was going to lose his chance with Cherry.
And it wasn’t only that he wanted to sleep with her, although of course he did.
There was just something about her that he liked.
It was rare for him to meet someone and like them right off the bat.
Miles liked to say Max had to grow on people, but Max always thought it was more that people had to grow on him.
He didn’t let down his guard for just anyone, and yet one spilled drink, and Cherry had somehow wormed her way in.
And now he was going to lose his chance with her, all because he didn’t think to double-check that the condom he swore he always kept in his wallet was there. Although in his defense, when he left his house this morning, he had no intention of getting laid tonight.
After walking circles around the club, asking various servers and bartenders about a condom, Max finally did what he should’ve done in the first place.
Tapping the shoulder of a man in the middle of somehow being kissed by two women at the same time, Max said, “Sorry to bother you, but do you have a condom?”
Surprisingly, the man didn’t seem bothered at all. He simply slid a hand into his pocket and pulled out a strip of condoms, tore one off, and handed it to Max, all while the women moved their mouths from his lips to his neck.
“Thanks, man,” Max said. The guy just waved him off, which was great because Max was already running back to Cherry.
He knocked on the door once, and then again when he heard nothing.
He wasn’t sure if the music blasting through the club was just too loud, so he knocked a third time and then finally let himself into the room, only to find it empty, all traces of Cherry gone.