Degraded - In The Bar

 

 

 

I walk into 7th & Orange and I see you sitting just where he told me you would be, at the very end of the bar, where you naively believe that nobody will bother you. I smile to myself when I see you have that look on your face and you are posing your body in such a way, vainly attempting to telegraph to the entire room that you want and need no one. But I know that this is just a facade, ready to crumble at any moment, and that despite your better judgment you crave somebody - somebody who is exactly like me.

 

When he told me what he had done to you, laughing over drinks, I admit that at first I was repulsed, to think that a man would actually treat a woman the way that he treated you. But as he continued to tell his story I began to see the humor of it all, and eventually joined him in his laughter, with any of my mis-placed disgust banished from my mind. After all we are men and you are a woman and we treat you as nature intended us to do.

 

And because you allow us to treat you the way that we do.

 

You were anxious to go out with my friend even though he is nearly fifteen years your senior. You're a single mom with a daughter just entering college and you had not been out on a date, had not been alone with a man for god knows how long, so you jumped at his invitation to dinner. He knew you were desperate for company, desperate for whatever scrap of affection you could get from a man and he decided to take advantage of you, even though he knew that your relationship - if you could even call it that - was not going to go anywhere save for whatever he decided to do to you that night.

 

Not that my friend wasn't attracted to you. You have the MILF-like quality that he likes. Mid-40s in age, red hair and a nice figure despite having had two children. About your hair, he was curious to discover if you were a true red head and he knew that the color of the landing strip between your legs would answer that question. So even though my friend prefers paying for no-strings-attached sex he decided to make an exception for you, for one night only.

 

He'd taken you to dinner at the latest hot spot, the very restaurant whose bar you are sitting in right now, drowning your sorrows. But the night that he took you here you were having the best time of your life. As you walked out together to the valet parking my friend knew he had played his cards just right when you asked him, "It's still early. Do you want to come back to my house and watch a movie?"

 

My friend chuckled inwardly to himself, the said aloud, ""Sure, that sounds great." He suspected that you were a drinker and even though you'd shared nearly two bottles of wine over dinner he guessed that you wanted more. "How about if I stop on the way and pick up a bottle of wine, Tessa?"

 

"That's perfect," you replied, just a little bit too quickly. "I haven't had a chance to go grocery shopping this week . . . Is that your car?" You had interrupted yourself as the valet drove my friend's red two-door sport series BMW up to the curb. He nodded a 'Yes' and you said, "Nice ride!" and it was then that my friend knew without a doubt that he was going to be able to do absolutely anything to you that he wanted to that night.