birthday boy part II

the text message read: "wanna hang out tonight?". C wanted company. He wanted me to tell him how beautiful he was.
I wondered if I could be coherent enough to impress him again with my game. what did I tell him last time we've seen each other? what kind of mood was I in? what did I wear?
I put some clothes on. dramatic make-up. I met him in the lobby of a hotel. He was impatient and wanted to pretend he didn't care. He was wearing a suit and a tie. He's only 19. Fallen angel. takes my fucking breath away with those full and arrogant lips, with those darker than darkness eyes.
"wanna go upstairs?". I followed him. bossanova music in the elevator. He walked onto the floor, searched for the room. We walked into a suite. He crossed to the window and looked outside. I just stood there. He turned around, took off his tie, jacket and shirt. Angry face. He walked so close to me that his breath was filling my lungs. he smelled my hair. he didn't touch me.
"want something to drink?" he set down on the couch and stared at me.
"you're not that pretty, you know?" He lit a cigarette. "I had better looking girls. Models". "how much will you charge me for the night?"
"how much have you got?"
"five thousand. not a penny more."
"I want it all."
"Only if you tell me you love me."
"Let me see the money first." He reaches his pocket. Pulls out a bunch of hundreds. He counts them. there's five thousand dollars. I reach for them. He grabbed my hand.
"you said you wanted to see the money. where's my goods?"
I get naked in front of him. he stands up. He examines every pore of my skin.
"You are such a whore" He gets down on his knees. he takes his penis out of his pants. He jerks off. The air around us is tight. I want to move, but I can't. His eyes are strangling me. I want to breathe, but his desire is wrapped up so tight around every fiber of every muscle in my body, that If air would reach my blood stream, I'd explode.
"I love you"
He comes.
We get dresssed, walk downstairs to the casino. We walk through the Black Jack tables. we reach a roulette table. I place five thousand dollars on Black. The Roulette spins my fortune together with my love and my desire of him. C is smoking. Relaxed and almost smiling.
The little ball stops on 16. It's red. The croupier gathers everything off the roulette table. I must be lucky in love.