Page 19 of Kayden: The Past
“When she walked in the dressing room, everyone stopped to look at her. You know how she looked when you left her in the bathroom. A total fucking train wreck. She seemed to be talking to herself, mumbling about Kayden. She told the entire story, every second—almost a play by play. She cleaned the cuts on her legs with tears streaming down her face but never stopped talking about you. I can’t explain it, but she was fucked up.” Danielle laughed, and her whole face lit up and her lips seemed to almost kiss the corner of her eyes. “You must have scrambled her brains with that cock of yours.”
I sat there in shock but not about Candy. The casual way Danielle tossed the word cock around was surprising. Women were usually a little more tactful when talking about sexual parts, but I guess in her line of work, it was par for the course. “It was a crazy scene with Candy,” I said as I shrugged my shoulders and started to laugh. “Candy was a trooper through it all. I’m going to be a gentleman and not say anything else.”
“Oh, come on! Candy told us everything. You have no secrets when it comes to sex. Just know, next time you come into the club, every girl knows what’s in your pants,” Danielle said.
I felt uncomfortable talking about my cock with my friend’s girlfriend, especially with him sitting right next to me. It must have been clearly visible on my face. “It’s okay, Kayden. It’s some funny shit. You’re like a rock star at the club,” Ron said.
I swallowed hard as the bartender approached us. “What’ll you guys have?” she asked.
“Shot of Jack and beer for me. What do you guys want?” I asked.
We ordered our drinks and talked about work. I was astounded to find out the amount of money the strippers were pulling down each night. I was definitely in the wrong line of work and lacked the parts necessary to make the crazy cash they were raking in each year. Most of the women were making six figures a year, literally shaking their moneymakers. Many of them were paying their way through school or, like Danielle, trying to bank as much as possible before they aged out of the business.
Ron’s newest hustle involved a rapid weight-loss system in powder form that could be added to any drink to inhibit appetite. I knew his ability to sell, and I was sure a majority of his clients didn’t need to lose an ounce of weight but freely gave their money to Ron with a smile. He could sell anything, but usually, he would burn out on a product before jumping to the next business. Pyramid schemes were usually the type of hustle he was involved in, his current venture included. Not only did he sell the shit out of the product, but he recruited others to sell and kick back a portion of the profit.
“Hey, there’s Kyle Romano over there.” Ron pointed across the bar to a guy who looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place where I knew him from. “I see him downtown all the time. I think he lives around here now. He used to play against us when we wrestled.”
Kyle was a wrestler from our rival high school. I never wrestled against him. He was in a different weight class, but Freddie often went against him and usually lost. “I remember him now. What’s he doing?” I asked as Ron caught Kyle’s eye and motioned him to come over and join us.
“Something you’d never expect, but he’s a salesman like us,” Ron said as Kyle approached our seats.
“Ron, I haven’t seen you in fucking weeks.” Kyle wrapped his arms around Ron, giving him a manly smack on the back. “What the fuck are you up to?”
“Having a drink with my girl and best friend, Kayden. Kayden wrestled with me in high school,” Ron said.
“Hey, Kayden, I remember you. We were at some parties together, but it’s all hazy to me,” Kyle said as he held out his hand for me to shake it.
I thought back to the countless parties I’d attended, but I couldn’t place his face. I was probably shit-faced and had my mind on pussy more than talking with an old rival from high school. “It’s nice to see you again, Kyle.”
“You guys need anything for tonight?” Kyle asked Ron. The question confused me. Did he own the bar?
“Yeah, man, that would be great. Hook us up,” Ron said, reaching into his pocket for some money.
Kyle put his hand on Ron’s arm, “Not here. Meet me in the bathroom after I walk away,” Kyle said, looking around the room.
“What are you doin’ for work, Kayden?” Kyle asked.
“I sell cell phones and install them in cars on the side, and you?” I asked.
“I’m in sales, too. I could use a cell phone. Do you have a card?”
I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my wallet. I always carried a handful of cards—any good salesman always did. “Here, call me anytime. I’ll hook you up.”
Kyle placed the card in his suit jacket. His hair was jet black, and he had blue eyes with a round face. He had a tattoo on his neck, which I found odd. It wasn’t the typical salesman look, but maybe he worked for a company that had lax rules or he was like Ron and hustled for a living. “See you in a minute, Ron. Nice to see you again, Kayden.” He leaned over and kissed Danielle on the cheek, “It’s always a pleasure to see you, Danielle.”
“I’m sure I’ll see you soon, Kyle.” She winked at him as he walked away. She looked at me with a sinful smile, and her eyes were alight with mischief.
Ron fidgeted with his drink and watched as Kyle disappeared through the bathroom door. “I’ll be right back,” Ron said before standing and following the same path.
I moved over to Ron’s seat. “What are they doing in there?” I asked. “What exactly does Kyle sell?”
“Ron went to get us a little something to party with tonight. You’ll see.” She placed her hand on my forearm and said nothing more about Kyle. Her hand was warm, almost scorching my skin. I could smell her perfume, sweet but with a hint of something I couldn’t place. She smelled like cotton candy, edible. My mouth watered, and I could feel my cock growing hard.
“You have a girlfriend, Kayden?” Danielle asked.
“Danielle, if I did, I wouldn’t have fucked Candy last night. I’m a one-woman guy.”
“She has a boyfriend, but that didn’t stop you.”
