Calvin's eyes burned as he slowly adjusted his blurry vision to the bright source of light pointing to his face. It took him a while to awaken from his slumber and assess his current situation: he was laying on a shabby double bed with two pillows, to its side there was a nightstand with a jar of water, an empty glass, a pill laid on top of a piece of paper and a piece of cake. There was no other furniture in the room. He still wore the same salmon polo shirt and khaki shorts from last night, but his shoes were on the ground by the bed.
The questions bothering Calvin at that moment where 'where the hell am I' and 'what the hell am I doing here'.
Still confused, he got up and felt suddenly dazed, being forced to sit down again to recollect his forces. Only then Calvin noticed that there was a stinging red spot in his forearm, begging to be scratched. There was a small and faint but noticeable red dot in the middle of it, too. A kind of bruise commonly created by a needle, he thought.
After getting up a second time, he walked to the open window. A pair of thin bed sheets, dancing to the wind and barely blocking the sunlight, were used as a make-shift curtain, held up by a pair of clothespins. Calvin pulled them apart and a gust of wind brought the scents of grass, rain and flowers to his nose as they revealed iron bars blocking the passage to outside.
The scenery was foreign to him: hills covered by forests everywhere he could see, with only one or two houses far in the horizon. Few areas for plantations, too. Near to his room was a reasonably vast empty area, with about 50mt of nothing but freshly cut grass.
Calvin put his hands in his head and breathed heavily. "Okay, okay, calm down. Try to remember, how have I come here? Where was I yesterday?" He turned around, spotted the door and instantly ran towards it.
It wouldn't open. "Hello?" he screamed. "Anyone? I'm locked in here. Is anyone here?"
A few seconds have passed. No sounds from the other side. He kept knocking, then punching the door. "Hello? Anyone! Please, help!"
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"You're an idiot and an asshole, Calvin, that's why!"
"Shuddup, Reg, fuck off!" Calvin scoffed, one hand holding a cold compress in his right eye and the other swirling a glass of whiskey. "How's that MY FAULT? He charged at me, you saw it!"
"Yeah, because you took his girlfriend off his arms and pulled her for a kiss, perhaps that was it? Tsc, Calvin," Reg said, pushing his juice away from him, "you can't just do what the hell you want. You're not above others."
"That only happened because that idiot has no idea who I am! He's probably new in this club, everyone knows about me here."
"Calvin, you're nothing, you're a fucking joke. Your father is something, you're just taking advantage of his power. I'm fucking done with you," said Reg as he hammered some money on the counter. "Keep the change," he said to the bartender, "and good luck driving yourself home, you drunk jerk."
Calvin just shrugged as Reg left. "As if I needed you! Please, pour one more for me," he added, raising the glass to the bartender.
"Right away, sir," the bartender answered. "Rough night, huh? I'm still impressed the bouncer didn't throw you both out. I was told people here doesn't care much for prestige when it comes to troublemakers," he said, pouring one more shot to Calvin.
"Are you new here? These people respect me. They know it wasn't my fault," Calvin said, drinking the shot in one go.
"If you say so."
"Humph," Calvin said. He turned his eyes to the bartender to check on his likeness. Indeed, he had no recollection of seeing him here. A tall, muscular man, well trimmed beard, pointed chin and gray hair on his temples. "I'll let that go for now. Go find someone else to bother, I'll go dance."
The bartender put the whiskey bottle down and excused himself. "Enjoy your night, sir."
Calvin waited for the bartender to turn away and cunningly snatched the bottle away. "That's on you," he whispered to himself, then threw the compress to the other side of the counter and left to the dance floor.
It was as if nothing happened: Calvin was back on aggressively hitting on women, although with diminishing success due to his drunkenness and his not-so-charming alcoholic breath. Defeated, he leaned on a wall safe from the bouncer's vigilant eyes and set to finish the bottle until he crossed sights with a woman standing on steps on the opposite side of the hall, above the people dancing. She smiled at him, then delved into the crowd.
Only to reappear right in front of Calvin.
Ebony skin, with a voluminous Afro hair and thick lips. Likely older than him as well, Calvin thought. "You're not going to finish this by yourself, will you?" She said, closing the gap between their bodies and grabbing the bottle.
"Maybe?" He answered, closing the grip on the bottle and bringing it closer to him to further close the gap between them. "What's in it for me for sharing the bottle?"
"Oh, quite the negotiator, aren't you? This is one of the expensive ones, right? I've never tried that one. Come on and be a gentleman, okay? How about a kiss?"
Calvin smiled and gently held her chin with his thumb and pointer. "Now that's some offer. How about you pay me now?"
The woman wrapped her free arm around his neck and gently touched his lips but parted ways as he tried to slither his tongue in her mouth. "How about I drink some to get in the mood?" She said, grazing her knee against Calvin's crotch.
"Fair enough," he said, handing her the bottle but taking it away after she took the first sip. "A fair trade for what you gave me. Make me happy and you can have the whole bottle," he said, pulling her towards him and whispering in her ear. "How about you stroke my cock, right here, right now?"
The woman gasped but didn't push him away. "You're bold. I can see you're mad," she added, gently circling the bruise around Calvin's eye with her finger, "and I imagine you don't have any more pride to lose today, am I right?"
Calvin scowled. "Are you going to do it or not? Listen, I can have anyone else-"
Calvin stopped as soon as he realized she unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. "Shh, I don't want people to notice what we're doing." She pulled Calvin's half-stiff cock out and discreetly stroked it, hiding the act with her body as much as possible. He did nothing but lean his head back and moan as she stroked his cock and kissed his neck.
A few minutes pass and Calvin's cock still hasn't fully awoken to life. "I still get the bottle, right?" The woman said.
"Give me a few more minutes... it's the booze, I swear," Calvin said. He pushed the woman for another kiss and invaded her mouth with his tongue. She was taken by surprise but accepted the advance after a few seconds, grabbing Calvin's face with her free hand and giving him a warm french kiss.
"How about you suck me?"
