That’s a little scary, but okay. I hold onto my cell phone tight. I’ll rip off balls before handing over my only form of communication to the outside world.
Damian’s eyes are on me, smiling. He walks over and bends down next to me to whisper in my ears, “This is what I’ve traded love for.This feeling. And later tonight, I’m going to need your help with all of it.” I’m too absorbed in his theatrics to pay much mind to what he’s saying. He thinks I’m like everyone else who wants a piece of him, but I’m not. Not at all.
He stands back up and holds his hands out like Jesus on the cross, and one woman falls to her knees in front of him. Damian Miles is about the closest a human being can get to godhood.
I make sure to get a close-up of the girl’s euphoric expression. I feel a little less mentally stable from having to be in the same room as her. It’s like watching a train track when you know two trains are about to collide. I sit at the edge of my seat, recording his every move.
Damian brushes past the kneeling girl and struts to one of the tables filled with all different bottles of alcohol. He lines up a long row of glasses and looks at me over his shoulder. “Ready to hang with Damian?” he asks me.
Hell no, I’m not, but I’m going to pretend like hell I am. And why is he talking about himself in third person?
He offers every woman a drink, and they all excitedly bounce on the balls of their feet, waiting in anticipation. He pours a dark liquor into each glass, and when he’s done, he unzips his pants and dips his dick into each cup, stirring it around like a thick fleshy straw. I literally vomit in my mouth. I grip the end of my metal seat to keep myself on it. I want to slap the drinks out of his hands and then slap all the stupid girls that are now giggling and sipping at the cock-flavored liquid.
They all drink the jizz juice. Like it’s no big deal.
“You,” Damian points to a girl who looks to be licking the last drop of liquid in the cup as seductively as she can.
“Yes,” she saunters up to him.
“Lose the clothes and get on all fours in front of the couch.” The girl immediately starts stripping, and he turns his head in my direction and winks. “As a matter of fact, every female in this room, naked now.”
He stares at me. I stare at him back. My clothes remain on. I will glue them to my damn body if I have to and he knows it.
“Everyone who is now naked is a table.” He says the words harshly, still watching me. “Anyone who doesn’t, either has to leave or has to let Kash fist your asshole. Your choice.”
One girl crawls over to Kash and I can’t even look.
But the rest of the girls? Damian wants them to impersonate furniture?
He sits down on the couch and puts an ashtray and his drink on the girl’s back who is, just like he demanded, bending over pretending to be a table. I’ve never seen this kind of dehumanization before, I’m stunned.
Then he makes everyone listen to him sing while he smokes weed.
One of the girls, who seems to be really enjoying the inanimate object role-play says, “Damian, are you gonna pass that thing or not?”
He lifts his feet and leans them on top of her back as if she were a real coffee table and ignores her question and finishes the joint by himself. One of the other girls in the corner lets out a small, almost inaudible whisper. I squeeze my cellphone in my hand and look down at it. It’s still recording everything. He shoots a hateful glance in the girl’s direction and says, “I must be high as fuck, because the furniture is talking to me and making strange sounds.”
A quick glance at Kash and his elbow deep. How is that even possible? My eyes water.
Damian finished his song and stands over the human table in front of him. With a smirk, he unzips his jeans and starts jerking himself off. His eyes lock on mine. “Now, will you consider it cheating if I come on you a bit,” he asks.
I need to get the hell out of here, but if I run, I lose the book deal, so I laugh and make a joke out of it. “What would I tell him? I went for a facial. There’s a new thing in London, they call it a man-mustard mask.”
I can see him trying not to laugh. “I can find a loophole for you. How about anal? Is anal cheating?”
“Ah, the old poop hole loophole? That’s still considered cheating to me.” I lean back on my chair and pinch my lips. “Did it ever occur to you that I’m just not interested?”
He’s still rubbing himself, and it’s disgusting and awkward. And I should get an Oscar for my performance.
“You can come on me,” the girl table says underneath him. She turns her head to look at me and rolls her eyes, “You must be crazy to say no to him. It’s Damian bloody Miles.”
“Let me guess, his music fucks your ears every day so this is a true pleasure for you, right?”
Damian stills his hands and smiles at me.
“Well, yeah,” she says.
“Do you actually think sleeping with Damian will be some unique situation for him, that you’ll be the one different fuck out of all the fucks that were given tonight? You think you’ll unlock some kind of achievement prize here?”
