BINDI GIRL
Joint fading out, I found myself pacing near the entrance, distant figures that resembled Matt and some party-girl getting down to business in my clouded sights. Everything seemed to have worked out for the possible best... I was back with Hunt... Gary and Jen looked as crazy-sweet as always... Matt was getting laid somewhere in the background... Victor seemed to have outgrown his latest escapade... It was summer and we were smoking the night at the Club, place of hearts and souls. Everything was good.
‘Got a light?’ asked a soft voice behind me.
I turned and got a taste of their commotion, up close and personal. Gary’s Greenbrier was enthralling next to me, holding up a cigarette and exuding lust... The girl was beautiful. A groovy blonde dressed in hippie clothes, hair shining down her light-blue linen. Her dress was matching her shimmering eyes. She had a racy stance, hips swaying to some low rhythm, one hand through her hair, bangles glistening. I dragged the lighter out and walked up to her, heart building sweat on cue. She was provoking dirty thoughts at about 5’9’’ above the patios. What she lacked in height, she more than made up for in looks and style. I lit her smoke, waves of her perfume entailing heat. The flame revealed nature’s wonders, along a tiny blue dot shining just above her inciting eyes.
‘Thank you,’ she said, inhaling.
‘Nice tang.’
‘Aw, you think? Glad to know it’s still doin’ its part...’ smiled the blonde, leaning her head on the side.
‘Oh, it’s doin’ the part, all right. Killin’ it,’ I said, lighting a cigarette.
‘Good! Least your friends had somethin’ to cling to,’ she said with another smile.
‘Well, that and a desperate hope for the next... You shot them down. That’s some cold shit right there, Lady Lennon...’
‘They weren’t the only ones looking to stick it in, if it’s any consolation...’
‘So it’s sort of a selective club...’
‘Aw, definitely! Waitin’ list and all, you know?’ replied the tease.
‘Fleshy blonde... guess it runs for miles.’
‘That it does! Full of shitheads, though...’
‘And do they all get the bird? No bones, nothing to rub the itch? Yeah, don’t blame you... Most guys out there today just ain’t worth it,’ I said, blood starting to flow down-low.
‘True. Why waste it on some shit just so I can say I rubbed theirs? ’Cause sure as hell most can’t rub mine,’ she replied, eyes in mine, smile on her silky lips.
‘Yeah, cryin’ shame... Most chicks stained by all those shitheads... Their hopes and dreams. City’s jammed, feel you on that one...’
‘My point exactly. How come I didn’t see you ’round here before? My colleagues say you’re quite the regular... Here every day, actually...’
‘Yeah, pretty much while around. Just got back from a trip, first day back in The Land of Plenty.’
‘Heard you and this joint go back.’
‘Something like that... ’
‘Well, it’s a great place.’
‘Domino,’ she overrode, offering her hand.
‘Cool moniker! Matches the ensemble.’
‘It does, doesn’t it?’ she replied, hand through her silver hair.
‘Totally,’ I said, eyes fixing the shining mark on her forehead.
‘It’s a bindi. It brings me luck,’ she continued, sipping on Martini.
‘Looks sweet. Right on!’
‘What brings you luck?’
‘I don’t know, this... place, maybe...’
‘Hah, thought you were gonna say that blonde you’ve been struttin’ up till now... second thing ’round your neck tonight... No, for real... Somethin’ you feel the need to always have on you, somethin’ you feel naked without...? Somethin’ there for bittersweet moments in your life?’
‘Well, this, I guess...’ I said, hand on the necklace.
‘Souvenir from another girl? Some token of affection?’
‘Yeah, somethin’ like that... From the blonde I’ve been struttin’ till now.’
‘Aw, can I...?’ she asked, taking one step forward, her hand reaching for it.
I answered with a nod. Her fingers reached for the string of sable leather around my neck, her touch a thousand lightnings through the veins, her scent paralyzing me.
‘It has Chi. This has seen stuff! Good and bad, sweet and dark. Filled with your vibe. Keep it close,’ she continued, voice fading to whisper.
I watched her eyes linger on the string of sable and come to rest on mine.
‘Will do, Bohemian Rhapsody. When’s your next shift? Should get some drinks... stir some Chi, browse the Kama Sutra,’ I said before a drag.
‘Wednesday... whole day under the sun. We’ll get drinks, cool that! Wish I could browse it, though... Shit has it I’m engaged...’ she said, biting her lip in bitter shades.
‘Aw, congrats on that! ’Course you are, you seem all about... tradition.’
‘That I am... It’s a shame, though... If I wanna do it right, I gotta give up on the fun, the fully make of the Chi...’ she said, eyes fixing mine while inhaling. ‘In fact, that’s my boyfriend right now...’ she continued, showing to a car pulling up the alley, some loud rap bursting out of it.
‘Is that your guy? Revvin’ the white German?’
‘Yeah...’ replied the blonde on a half-embarrassed note.
‘Oh, no wonder you shot Gary and Matt... They’ve got style...’
The blonde flashed a shy smile and turned to her knight in tacky armor, hot perfume soaring in her tracks.
* * *
‘Hell of a rave!’ shouted a voice next to me.
‘Looking good, Lady Lennon!’
‘Not the only one!’ the blonde replied with a smile.
‘Oh, just got here. Broke loose from the squad...’ she said, showing three girls dancing a few tables away.
‘The free booze always a plus...’ I said, sipping scotch.
‘Oh, trouble in shitty-paradise? Sorry to hear that...’ I replied, taking a drag. ‘Not really.’
‘Yeah, don’t,’ followed the blonde. ‘I really needed a break... Still kinda pissed.’
‘Found the place for it. Get into the groove, let your hair down. You seem dangerously satisfyin’ tonight. You’re a fucking Mata Hari, all right! If he can’t see that, fuck him and his mighty beard! Any tattoos to go with it?’
‘One’s only right to assume...’
‘You should be tellin’ me we’ll work it out... even if you don’t believe it...’
‘So you want me to lie now. That should be your girlfriends’ part... pushin’ you down the aisle...’
‘That they should... But sticks ’n’ stones’ all they’ve got for the guy,’ she replied on a lower note, biting her lips, inciting me. ‘Looks cool. Can I see it?’ she asked, showing to my ring.
I took it off and offered it to her. I watched her roll it between her fingertips, black-painted nails shining bright. The girl looked beautiful. A lustful blonde, breathing sex.
‘Nice touch,’ she said, slipping it onto her thumb. ‘Anyone special?’
‘Thought it was from the blonde... One with her hand in your pants. Where is she, anyway?’ she asked, sipping on Martini in exciting sights.
‘Yeah, saw you from the table. Wanted some space from the girls... Wanted to say hey, see what’s up with you,’ she replied, eyebrows showing to her friends as she inhaled her cigarette.
‘Glad you did.’
‘Me too. So, is she the one...?’
‘Fuck if I know...’
‘By the way you two were at it, I’d say she is. She’s so your type of chick. Just like the ones in your book...’
‘Yeah, checks every box...’
‘See? Totally the one for you... You should take care of that. That kind of connection... just so fucking hard to find these days...’
‘Wipe the blues. He ain’t worth it. Not half of it,’ I said, leaning on the table, our lips dangerously close.
‘No, he sure ain’t,’ the blonde replied on a smooth note, voice fading.
Seemed like I was looking for trouble, and there she was... looking so damn hot. Before I knew it I was making my way through tipsy couples, hands on whisky and Sobranie. Her body was exuding vice, fair hair shining in the lights. I walked up to her and got a glimpse of her face, woes carved all over it. Her lips were talking a raging game, pain drowning her voice.
‘Firing up the place, Bindi Girl!’
‘Fuck... Sorry for the scene...’ she replied in a mixture of angst and embarrassment.
The girl looked over the edge. She was having a fight with what had to be her excuse of a lover. A short, thirty-something douche in baggy jeans and worn hoodie, sleeves up to an almost lack of elbows, tattoos popping in nasty sights... All the junk toped by some mighty beard. The blonde was being lashed at, trying to fight back through tears.
‘Sean Connery,’ I introduced myself, stretching my hand with a smile.
‘Andrew,’ replied the douche.
‘Sick rag, Andrew!’ I said, pointing to his jersey.
‘Who da fuck are ya? Whatcha want?’ returned the douche.
‘Watch your fucking mouth!’ said the blonde in anger.
‘You’ve got somethin’ on it, right there,’ I said, showing to the stain.
‘Not ya fuckin’ problem! Get ya fuckin’ hands off ma woman!’ howled the douche.
‘Aw, shit... Didn’t realize the lady’s spoken for,’ I replied, sipping scotch.
‘That I’d like to see, motherfucker. Just can’t see you two together... She’s beautiful. Sex on legs! And you... well, you’re just a piece of shit, Andrew,’ I said, killing my cigarette.
The sucker took a swing and missed. He pushed the blonde aside, throwing her to the ground before he engaged me once more. My fist baptized his hairy chin just before he took another shot. The shit was soon spitting blood on the grass, painting his facial pubes red next to a sobbing Domino. She was hurting in silence, hand shaking on the ribs, pain on her face.
‘Thank you,’ she breathed, taking my hand, lifting from the ground.
The girl tightened her arms around my torso and began sobbing harder, laying her torment on my shoulder.
‘Can you walk?’
‘Yeah, think so...’ the blonde replied, silent tears shining in her eyes. ‘Fucked some ribs, though...’ she continued, hand on her ribcage.
I saw the aching douche trembling his way up and down the alley. We were now leaning against the bar, her sobbing fading away.
‘Look at me. He just ain’t worth it... That shit just ain’t worth your pain, your tears...’
‘I was such a fucking idiot!’ she breathed in remorse. ‘Trusted that scum... Was into that piece of shit... Was about to marry him. Everybody told me he’s worthless. Just couldn’t see it... And I fuckin’ hate myself for it... For all the time I wasted on him,’ she uttered, voice breaking.
‘You took a wrong turn, yeah. A fucking wrong turn... But that doesn’t mean you should be so hard on yourself, not now, at least... Just as loverboy wrote you yet another poem... This ain’t the first time you see what you’ve been gardenin’ between the sheets.’
‘That’s true...’ she said in what resembled a smile, wiping up her tears.
‘See? C’mon, didn’t picture you for the water-works type. You’re way too cool for that, even with a crippled heart, Bindi Girl.’
‘What type did you think I was?’ she replied, staring into my eyes, a shy laugh now painted on her lips.
‘The sweet, orgasmic type.’
‘Thank you! Means so much to me. You fit my picture, though... Saw you like the fighting type. One that fights, but for the right reasons, you know? All the right reasons,’ she uttered, hands around my neck. ‘Just didn’t think it will ever come the time you do it for me... That I’ll need protection from that shit... in fucking public. Didn’t think you’d mess around for me, writer.’
‘Why the fuck not, Bindi Girl? Why wouldn’t I mess around for you? You’re one hell of a hippie. So beautiful, so damn sweet. You just can’t say no, or better yet, fuck off! to some piece of shit offering you a fuckin’ ring. Don’t beat yourself up... Just learn from it and move on.’
‘That I will. Fuck, I already did. I did learn it for quite some time now, actually... I just never had the guts to end it.’
‘Shouldn’t have ever started it. How come you didn’t feel his Chi? Or lack of...’
‘Still a pretty hot hippie. Don’t you sweat it.’
‘I fucking do... Feel like hell. Fuck, all my stuff, my clothes - ’
‘In the temple of beards and rap?’
‘Yeah, so fucked right now. My friends will kill that piece of shit if I send them for ’em... They really would.’
‘Sounds like a win-win,’ I said, lighting two smokes, passing one to her.
‘Thanks!’ she said, laughing. ‘Needed this,’ she continued, hand back on my neck.
‘You’re just so beautiful, Bindi Girl. You deserve something hell of a lot better, so beyond that jerk. Someone that knows what he has when he holds you, someone that appreciates you. ‘Cause there’s sure somethin’ special ’bout you. The way you look, the way you smile... You’re not some common chick down the street, one to be in it just to save face. Think you loved that douche, least in the beginning. Fell for his cheap lines, his sorry promises. Said yes to some ring in hopes of forevermore... or better yet, in hopes of eventually proving yourself wrong about startin’ to doubt the whole thing along the way. Some rocky way, paved with a mighty touch of rap, beard and tattoos for sleeves. You need to forgive yourself, Lady Lennon. Yeah, you fucked up pretty bad back there, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t breathe in, sip some Martini and take another shot at it.’
My speech got segued into a flaming kiss, her lips burning on mine. The blonde knew how to put the man back in maniac. Her taste was paralyzing, touch preaching sheer ecstasy through the veins.
‘Hotter than Martini...’ she whispered, opening her eyes.
‘You know some magic, Lady Lennon. Dressed in strawberries and promisin’ all kinds of fun. Got a little wet while at it...’
‘Nine’s closer, seven’s bigger. Which one will it be, writer?’ she asked, hand showing to the cabins.
‘You know I want to. Know I want you, Golden Girl... But I don’t think I’ll be much fun right now... It’s been a long night.’
‘Your cock begs to differ...’ she whispered, feeling it, biting my bleeding lip.
‘Oh, pay no attention to him... That’s just the side-effect of a blonde. His defense mechanism, actually. Ain’t givin’ a shit about a lady’s heart, a lady’s mood... While I’d rather get to know where she’s comin’ from over a glass of scotch before we sweat.’
‘So, not tonight...’
‘Not tonight...’
‘Think I have somethin’ of yours... Wanted to give it back earlier, but you were with the blonde...’ she said, taking my ring off her finger and handing it to me.
‘That I was...’ I replied, sipping on Glenfiddich. ‘I should probably go now, before that nine seems even closer.’
‘Then why don’t you have a seat?’ she asked with an inviting smile, biting her lip.
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