Killing Williamsburg by Bradley Spinelli

Author:Bradley Spinelli
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bradley Spinelli
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Ray and I pulled a gig at the Metropolitan Club, sneaking off to shoot pool in the immaculate billiards room. We got the party set up, dismissed the rest of the crew and put on our dancing clothes. As we tore everything down after the last glass of champagne ran dry, Ray started to work on me. “I know you want to come back up to the shop with me and tip and turn a truck.”

“Oh, man….”

“Come on. It’ll be another couple hours on the clock. We’ll do a few lines while we’re waiting.”

We rolled out in a pounding, freezing rain, rode to Harlem, did lines, and waited for the truck to come, spilled it, pulled the gear for the next day, and loaded it back up again. It was six by the time I passed out on Ray’s couch. He stayed up, took a shower, roused me, and at seven we were at the Whitney Museum, unloading the truck we had just packed. We put in a fourteen-hour day, got drunk in the East Village, and were back at the Whitney at eight the next morning.

When we opened for guests, the party looked so inviting that instead of napping, I busted down to Macy’s to pick up some decent duds and went back to the gig, posing as a guest and slamming Wild Turkey. Ray and I snuck into a stairwell to do lines off his cigarette case and cruised the party for possibilities—we wanted to cash in on the company’s four-hour bonus plan. I didn’t score, but did some dirty dancing with a trashy blonde named Ariella who had come with Robert Mapplethorpe’s brother. She gave me her card.

After a couple days of sleeping it off on Ray’s couch, I met Ariella for drinks at the Spring Lounge before taking her to a company party at Wetlands—it was the secretary’s birthday. When Ariella confessed to having some coke and shared with us, Ray whispered, “If you don’t fuck her, I will.”

“I’m breaking all my rules with you tonight,” she said to me.

“What rules?”

“Don’t kiss a guy on the first date. Definitely don’t kiss him in the bar. Don’t take a guy home on the first date….”

“You haven’t taken me home yet.”

“Let’s go to my place… but I don’t want to have sex tonight.”

We fucked until nine o’clock in the morning. She was shy and elusive at first, but when she opened up, she was a blooming rose anxious to fall to pieces, spilling petals to the wind. She came completely unglued, shaking, moaning, screaming, “You bastard… you bastard.”

“If you come on my tits and in my mouth, can you come again soon?” I fulfilled the first clause but was busted on the second, and since it was taking me forever she howled, “What are you doing to me?” finally begging, “Put it in my ass.” We napped until noon and went at it again, and it was two in the afternoon by the time I got out of there.

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