It was mid-July and it had gone very chilly in Melbourne. It had started drizzling and some of you who have lived there would agree, when the rain drops on your skin it literally stings during winters. I just came back from UNI and had put the left over pizza from last night in the oven. My phone rings, it’s my boss; he asks me to cover a shift in Geelong – around 1.5 hours’ drive from my house. When you are a student it’s always a good idea to earn some extra bucks, so I agreed.
I worked part-time as a security guard. I had put on my uniform – black pants, black polo shirt with a name tag and a leather jacket to survive the cold. Took the last slice of my food in hand and got in the car. I put on the car-heater and played some old Ghazals. Temporarily, I had zooned out. I felt like a big boy; not aligned to my own feelings but with every word of the Ghazal trying to empathize with the poet.
I do not remember the name of the place, but at first glance the architecture looked like from the early British era. It was a club; the entrance had old, big wooden doors which lead to a wooden stair-case down to the main area which had a bar and the dance floor. Right in front of the dance floor was a narrow corridor leading to the back alley which they had restrictions on two sides to make it a small smoking spot. Initially I was spotted at the smoking area, which I was happy to – I could smoke whenever I want to.
After some time I was asked to come in by the head security person. Just beside the narrow corridor there was a small wooden block which they asked me to stand on so I can keep an eye on the dance floor. This wooden block had the bar on its other side. The music was pretty loud as you would expect and it was crowded. I had to remain vigilant.
I looked to my left to get a glance of the bar and if everyone ordering drinks were okay. At that moment I laid eyes on this girl – the bartender. Must be in her teens, had no make-up on. She was a brunette with some streak of hair reflecting to be golden. Her cheek had gone pink, probably because it was busy and she was on her toes giving spirits.
After every few minutes I would look at her again hoping I’ll catch her eye and I did for a few seconds. She then rolled her eyes back at me and got back to work.
I waited till the end of the shift, the music went down and all the staff sat on one big table. I was new so I introduced myself, shook some hands and felt welcomed. She was still at the bar cleaning up. I went to her and asked if I can get a scotch and coke. Usually at the end of the night you are allowed a few free drinks, depending on the owner. While she was pouring me a drink I asked her if she was from around there. She replied yes. Sipping on the scotch I asked again if she had a day job and she replied that she goes to university in the morning. After all the small talk I knew she goes to the same uni as me so I asked her out. She said, “Why don’t you wait, I’ll pack up here and we’ll meet at the beach.” The beach was just across the road and I agreed.
Finished my drink, got my jacket from the seat and headed towards the beach. Stood on the shore for a while, the waves were splashing. It had stopped raining but was still pretty chilly. I could feel the wind on my face. I took out a cigarette and waited for her. In another fifteen minutes she showed up. Got a bottle of scotch out from under her jacket.
We both sat down on the sand, started talking and sipping whiskey neat one by one. While she was talking, I just thought to myself, “wow! she has such feminine gestures and is very cute.” She kept talking, I laid down and started looking at the stars. Her voice stopped, I looked at her and nodded that I am listening. She asked why I have not kissed her yet. So I got up and kissed her. She knew that my house was on some distance so asked if I wanted to stay at hers’, as it was already late and I was drunk too.
I took out my keys and headed towards the car. As we were driving she took her face out of the window. Reminded me of a young carefree me.
She opens the door to her one bed unit. There was a set of teal green sofa which was pilled with clothes just as you enter, behind was an open kitchen – that too messy. The lounge had another door that led to the bed room. She apologized for the mess, cleared a single seater sofa for me to sit on and said she’ll be right back. She goes to her room and I hear thrashing, probably she was clearing a few things. My face was directly towards her room, inside was a closet that had mirrors on its sliding doors. I could see one wall of the room from the reflection. She got in front of the mirror and began pulling off her shirt. She had a black bra underneath and the contrast it gave with her pale skin got me charged. She than took off her pants and had a matching under-wear. I was unable to stay calm and just sit around. I went in, held her from behind kissed the left side of her neck.
We had taken off clothes and moved to the bed. I was on top of her and we were making love. She slowly whispered in my ear,” you can get in.” After some time while doing it, she tells me in a low voice I want more. I got faster and observed her breathing had gotten intense. She opened her eyes, looked at me directly and kept moaning in a low voice. After looking straight to my eyes, I don’t know what got her. She slapped me and again repeated, “I said I want more, I want all.” Well whatever it was triggered me. I got a peak in my confidence, pulled her hair and whispered in a deep voice, “you bitch.” I could feel the blood rushing, my face had probably turned red and my strides got intense. I slapped her once, got near her face and looked right in her eyes. She closed her eyes and gave a deep sigh. I asked her to open her eyes and look directly at me. After she opened her eyes, I choked her, more like pinning her head down. While reaching climax I held her arm – the grip was tight, got closer and bit her neck. There was a loud moan from me but at the same time she started shivering, unable to breathe. Watching her helpless increased the time of my climax for a bit.
I threw my self on her, then rolled towards the right. Taking few deep breaths, I realized I never felt this satisfied or weak. I got up and sat on one corner of the bed trying to interpret what had gotten in me. Just then I heard her crying. I turned around and asked if I had hurt her, I was actually concerned. She said,” no, I want to know if you think I am pretty.” As the tears went down her face, I noticed she actually is pretty. Well, I replied with a yes. She then pointed at the marks I had given her from holding her arm and biting her neck and asked,” do you think I am prettier with these?” My heart sank, I was already feeling weak and it just overwhelmed me. To hide feeling what I was feeling, I went to the floor and started doing push-ups. That would make her think I’m strong, I then thought.
She cleared her face and asked me to come to the bed. She laid on my shoulder, started imaginary drawing on my chest with one finger and started talking about her friends. I was trying to figure out why I was not disliking her after sex. She smelled good, I glanced at her and said to myself she got pretty big eyes. While talking, she would look up to me to see if I am still listening with her puppy dog look. I felt so calm and soothened that I never knew when I slept like a baby.
