One Night in the City

Two friends meet a mysterious woman in a bar who offers them a large sum of money to accompany her in a night throughout the city.

Daydreaming keeps me awake. I’m lying in bed and I dream of becoming a famous author, actor or screenplay writer, but I know it’s not the point of it all. I wish I could find the point, but I’ve come to realize that I’m too shallow to ever find it, if even there is one, which is an idea that I have some trouble accepting. I’m frankly, a man of my time. Too lazy to actually do something and too shallow to do something worthwhile.

I stay lost in my thoughts until I get a call from Henry asking if I wanna hang out. Henry got into religion recently and doesn’t drink anymore so I tell him the only way I’ll get out of bed is if we go to a bar since I figure he’ll say no and leave me alone. He agrees and I hate him for it, but Henry say he’ll be there in thirty minutes, which I know, in Henry time, means about an hour and a half.
After we hang up, I decide to jack off while watching porn which depresses me, because, along with a few other factors, is one of the reasons why I don’t enjoy actual real f*****g as much as I use too. Truth be told, I don’t enjoy anything as much as I use too, but I guess that’s just part of getting older. In twenty years, I’ll probably be bitching about not enjoying things as much as I do right now.

Henry eventually arrives and starts bitching about the fact that I’m still not ready. I tell him to shut the f**k up and look at how long he took to get here, which doesn’t support my argument at all, but I don’t care, I just feel like bitching. I take a shower, jack off again, get dressed and we finally head out for a night of drinking, and hopefully, some f*****g. 


On the way to the metro, Henry, as usual, starts talking to me about wild conspiracies. Conspiracies of a one-world government and all the usual loony bullshit. Keep in mind, I say bullshit not because I don’t believe in conspiracies, but just because I don’t think the average nitwit would know anything about any real plans. I’d like to to think they’d be a little smarter than to actually have a bunch of a******s know about it. Or maybe I’m wrong, maybe they’re so arrogant they don’t even care if we know about it because we won’t do s**t, in which case, they’d probably be right. We’ve got enough s**t front of us to distract us while we’re being double penetrated. One dick being the corporations and the other dick being the government. Without forgetting the dick of advertising finishing us up with a facial.
Anyhow, I engage into this conversation with Henry until we get off the metro where we make our way down a couple blocks until we reach the Devil’s Den, this awesome bar where beer is cheap and p***y is easier to get then walking down the red light district in Amsterdam. We make our way in and Henry gets us a table while I go get myself a pitcher. As usual, since I have a c**k, it takes longer than it should for the bartender to serve me my beer. I get my s**t and go back to the table where I start downing the magic potion that often leads to bad decisions and lower standards, not that they’re very high to begin with anyways.


After drinking a couple beers and talking about more stupid s**t with Henry, I notice this f*****g fine a*s woman ordering at the bar. She’s looking around, and doesn’t seem to be with anyone. She’s much older than the regular clientele in this dump so I assume she’s not from the city. Our eyes meet but she’s so hot it makes me insecure and I have to look away. Amazingly, I quickly notice that she’s making her way to our table and asks politely if she can sit down with us. We both awkwardly say yes and I’m guessing we probably seem like the biggest f*****g losers she’s ever seen. If I had the guts, I'd agree with her. 



Conversation ensues and we talk about a variety of topics, ranging from politics (obviously with Henry around, this f*****g a*****e.) to sex, movies and I make stupid jokes that only a girl who wants to f**k you would laugh at. Listening to Henry talk, I realize how actually smart and well-spoken he is, and despite of how much I always thought he was full of s**t,  he’s actually become an all-around good guy since getting into religion.

After more talking, silence eventually comes around but it’s not uncomfortable and I notice the woman, whose name I still don’t know, is studying me and Henry both. She eventually breaks the silence with an offer, I swear on my life, sounds straight out of a f*****g David Lynch flick.



- Are you boys in need of money ?



I answer.



- Right now ?



- Sure, right now, but mostly in life.



- Who isn’t at our age ? Neither of us is born with a silver spoon in our mouth.



Especially Henry, he’s broke as s**t. At least he’s got God.



- I have an offer that might interest the both of you.



As she’s staying this, I’m already imagining my c**k sliding up in her c**t. Me and Henry are both silent.



- Do you boys, want to hear it ?



Henry takes this one.



- Sure.



- I want both of you to accompany me throughout this city as I have to make a few stops and meet a few individuals. I will pay each of you 15,000 dollars and you will do as I say, when I say and no questions will be asked.



I’m f*****g dumbfounded. I laugh a bit. 



- That sounds f*****g fishy.



- I’m not forcing your hands boys. You can say no.



Henry speaks.



- Why would you need us, and for that much ?



This is my first time in the city and I enjoy the company of handsome young men.



- But for 15,000 dollars ?



- I have a lot of money and you boys seem like you deserve it. Don’t ask so many questions and count your blessings.



I’m too f*****g curious.



- Does that mean we f**k afterwards ?



She laughs.



- No, no. I’m not sexually attracted to young men.



I’m in love with her, I think.



Usually, as any sane person would do, you’d think Henry and I would talk about this, most likely even refuse, but we both agreed without even consulting  each other. She takes her phone out and makes a call, telling the person on the other line to pick us up in front of the door. We grab our coats and make our way out where a goddamn limousine is waiting. We get in and I’m confident this is a bad idea but the truth of the matter is that 15,000 dollars is too enticing so I keep quiet and glance at Henry, who’s face doesn’t lie, I know he feels the same way I do. She sits with us in the back and offers us champagne and cocaine. Henry says he doesn’t use drugs but she reminds him of the agreement. Henry winces and snorts a line. Everybody’s got a price, some higher than others, but ours happens to be 15,000 dollars and it was probably even lower.



We’re riding around downtown and I’m drunk and high while having no idea where we’re headed since she’s asked us to not ask questions which scares the s**t out of me. We stop in front of an office building and the driver lets us out. I’m trembling and expecting the worse and I don’t know what stops me from just running away and I glance at Henry and he now seems so calm and cool, which f*****g trips me out because this is not a regular night, but I wonder to myself, what does regular mean anyways ?



We take the elevator all the way down to the basement where we then head to a giant metallic door like the ones you see at the entrance of sketchy nightclubs in movies which only makes it worse for me as I feel like I’m about to piss my pants. She knocks on the door and a well-dressed, thin, middle-aged man opens the door and greets us without even asking who the f**k we are, which, again, makes my heart beat so f*****g fast I feel like it’s about to break through my chest. We walk into a huge room with an immense cage in the middle and a crowd filled with suits who’s faces I can’t tell apart from one another.

Henry, the woman and I make our way towards the crowd and get seated and not one of us utters a word until I lean into Henry’s ear.



- What the f**k is this ?



- I don’t know but this is gonna be wild…



Two doors on the opposite sides of the cage open and the suits start going absolutely bat-s**t crazy. Yelling, cheering, talking s**t. My eyes are fixed towards the cage until I see two naked men making their way inside the cage.

They look tired, barely alive, but they go at it right away, fighting, spitting, sweating, they’ve got nothing but each other and that’s a sad scenery to be a witness of. In the mist of this thought, I glance to my right and notice the woman’s gone, I tilt my head to the left to see how Henry’s holding up and I see him cheering, jumping and as excited as I’d ever seen him. I keep staring at him but my mind goes blank until I realize both men are on the floor, both dead, except one of them is still breathing. The suits and Henry cheer louder and louder as I get up and make my way out and I puke as I’m walking until I rest on a wall for I don’t know how long until I see Henry walking towards me, all sweaty.



- That was insane dude..



- It was f*****g horrible…I can’t believe this sort of s**t exists.



- Hey man, money makes everything exists. It’s quite the creator.



- You enjoyed it, you pig f**k. I saw you cheering. 



- This s**t is fake man, just some twisted form of wrestling so that people with money can enjoy their little fucked-up fantasies. 



- One of them was dead, Henry !



- It’s staged, dude.



I feel like punching this f*****g c**t square in the mouth but I’m too weak and drunk and as I’m slurring some words to Henry, the woman comes back and asks us if we enjoyed the show but all I can do is weakly spit on the ground, exhausted, while Henry answers God knows what and she tells us that the driver’s waiting for us outside so I realize this is the cue to get going.



We get in the limousine and the woman, who’s refused to give me her name because she claims names are just a piece of fiction and that knowing her name would not change the outcome of this night. She gives me, what I assume, in my condition, is some sort of upper because I’m on the verge of passing out. I start drinking whisky while she reminds Henry not to ask questions after he asks her, in an excited manner, where we’d be going next. I’m in such a daze that I actually start to wonder if this is reality so I decide to ask Henry and he seems surprised by my question.



- Why does that matter, we’re here right now, aren’t we ?



I awkwardly agree and just resort to my fate. I accept the fact that I can’t leave even if I wanted too because I’m so intrigued by what the rest of the night will bring that it would not be fair to anyone if I left before it was over. We eventually arrive in front of a gate. The gate automatically opens while the driver keeps driving down this long winding road until we reach an immense mansion where there are no other cars parked out front. We dip out of the car and my woman knocks on the door and I feel so close to her now, as if I belong to her, and not just for tonight, but that I’ll belong to her for as long as she wants me too and even after she won’t want me anymore, I’ll keep running back to her like a lost puppy who just retrieved his owner. We wait for a few minutes, maybe even hours, until an incredibly bulky man opens the door. He’s wearing a mask and asks for a password and my woman answers this f**k who dared ask her for a password.



- Devil’s Den.



The man lets us through but we’re not wearing any masks like the rest of the people we walk past. As we’re walking through the halls of this house, I notice that the masks have human faces so delicately painted on them that they almost look real. We arrive at what seems to be the main room of the mansion. A tall woman, also masked, hands my woman, Henry and I, some masks with human faces painted on them. I look at mine before putting it on and it looks oddly familiar though I can’t place a name on the face I see in front of mine. By then, I’ve lost Henry and my woman, and all I see are hundreds of men and women dancing with and fondling beautiful little angels, they touch them wherever their fingers can reach and they do as they wish with them, kissing them, f*****g them, smiling at them, hitting them, killing them, screaming at them, crying at them. No one seems to notice the others as everyone is busy fondling their own little beautiful angel and the angels are indifferent to all of this, as if they, themselves, don’t notice them.



I look on in horror as I grab a beautiful angel and start f*****g her while I’m breaking down, so high and drunk that I have to lay down on the floor as someone is whispering into my ear

- Sleep, boy, sleep, you’ve been good, just sleep.

Right before my eyes give away, I take a look at all the angels around me and I smile as I feel the tears drying up on my skin.

I wake up in a daze the next morning and even though I’m almost sure that nothing happened last night since I’m actually in my own bed. I take a look at my phone and see that we’re the 8th, which means I have to pay my credit card bill. I go online and check my bank account and see that 15, 000 dollars have been wired into my account by an anonymous source. I think about calling the bank and asking where the money came from, but I’m too f*****g terrified to do it since I have this gut-wrenching feeling that it won’t get me closer to running back to my woman.



I don’t call Henry and neither does he for about a week until I can’t help myself. We agree to meet at a coffee shop downtown. When I get there, I see that Henry’s already waiting for me and he motions for me to sit across from him. I say nothing. Henry eventually breaks the silence.



- You got the cash ?



- Yeah.



- Wild s**t huh ?



- Eerie.



I ask Henry what the f**k happened to him that night and he answers that he’s now alive, that he knows what life has in store for him. I ask him what does life have in store for him and he stares at me with a blank face look.



- Witness of chaos, man.



I look at him and I realize that I will most likely never see him again. I get the feeling that he’s realized this much before he came to meet me today, that he’s realized it during this one night in the city we spent together. I pay the tab and shake his hand. I do not know what to say to my old friend Henry.



- Good luck, pal.



I am completely sincere.



He nods to say thank you and I walk out, realizing that my perpetual daze has no end in sight.