The Nightlife: New York (The Nightlife Series) by Travis Luedke Page B

farther away from humanity.
    He quickly finished gathering his junk and prepared to
leave.  He overheard Michelle dropping the “E” bomb as he walked out of his
room.
    “Aaron is working with me now in the Escort Service .  Here
is my card with my cellular.  Aaron’s cards will be ready in a few days, you
can reach him at my cell.”
    Thoughts exploded left and right, front, side, and back. 
The mental shrapnel hit Aaron every which way.  He took deep, calming breaths
as he scrunched up his eyes in concentration to block out the pummeling assault
focused on him:  “ She’s an Escort!  She’s a prostitute!  She’s pimping Aaron
out!  They must be junkies!  She’s got him strung out on crack!  He’s lost his
mind!  I knew she wasn’t with him for real.  It’s a business transaction!  God,
I wonder how much she charges per hour?  Could I afford a half-hour, catch a
friendly discount?  Maybe just a blow job? ”
    He did his best to get a grip, slowly and methodically shielding
the waspish buzz of thoughts directed at him.  Michelle grabbed his hand,
lending him her calming influence and strength. 
    She setup a fast exit.  “Ah … you are ready?  Sorry to run,
but we have things to do and people to see.  Very nice to meet you all.  Adieu ! ”
    He took full advantage of the moment.  “Bye guys.  Talk to
you later.  I’ll see you around.  Take care.”  They were all staring, jaws
agape from shock.  None of them dared to say what they were thinking.  Kyle
couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like to get a half-hour freebie from
Michelle.  He kept picturing her going down on him, her blonde hair bobbing
back and forth as she sucked him off.
    Aaron jetted for the door.  There was nothing to be gained
by spending another second in the presence of these humans .
    As he turned his back on his former life, Michelle couldn’t
resist one last jab.  “Your friends were so nice to me.  I’m glad we
met.”  She snatched a handful of his ass and nailed all four of them with the
silent message in a backward glance over her shoulder.
    They closed the door behind them with Kyle yelling, “Don’t
be a stranger.”  But Aaron knew things would never be the same again, because
he was already a stranger.
    On the taxi ride back to Michelle’s apartment he pondered if
Michelle’s show of possessiveness was simply an attempt to help navigate the
situation with Kyle and Delia, or if there might be the slightest hint of real affection.
     
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    CHAPTER 10
     
    Aaron’s spirits soared, he had made his escape from Kyle and
Delia relatively unscathed.  He’d been nervous about the situation, but was
pleasantly surprised at how easily Michelle handled the gang .  She was
quite charming, a nice change from her aggressive control freak persona.
    After dropping off Aaron’s trash bags full of stuff at
Michelle’s apartment they headed out again to another nightclub where Michelle
knew the doorman personally.  Her connection ushered them through the door
immediately.  They made a bee line for the dance floor and located a group of
girls huddled together in a tightly-packed formation.  Picking through the
brains of the nearby girls, digging for those who were attracted to him, he
found they all had one thing in common.  Though each girl was different, each
mind having its own particular flavor , a mutual desire was prevalent
throughout the crowd.  All these women really wanted was to meet a man––not
just any man––a man who might be the one .
    He thought it funny how these women went out with their
friends hoping to be romanced off their feet as they dance the night away with that
special man.  The reality more often than not was ridiculous.  The ladies
stayed securely locked away in their safe zone with their girlfriends,
brushing away the majority of the men who would chance to meet them.  These
girls discouraged and actively worked against the very thing they