Our Sex and The City
The Bandage was a small fashionable lounge that hosted industry events, small parties, and live open mic situations. Tonight, it was host to Christopher Mack’s R&B Showcase featuring his latest chanteuse, Kira. The showcase was magical to say the least, the after event, not as fantastical. There we were, Christopher’s three best friends perched under the best lighting, appearing delightfully stylish, at best.
“Ya’ll know I could be home watching The First 48 right?” says Michael cynically, in charcoal Etro.
“Is that on tonight?” I say looking through our complimentary gift bag.
“It’s on every night.” He says.
“Aren’t you having a good time,” smiled Brandon in Calvin Klein teal.
“A blast…” Michael yawned.
“Aw Mike, stop. Here comes our VP of A&R for Penny Candy Records, order another drink or something.”, I scold with a smile. Christopher approached us with another man in tow. The man was peach colored, the type of skin that would suggest freckles. He had an almost bald, almost military haircut with some natural red growing from his chin. He was tall, lean and lanky. He had an edge. I was attracted to him. Somewhat.
“My brothers I want you to meet Jasper St.John.”, Chris hosted. As we all acknowledged the man with versions of What’s up, Chris managed to get close enough to me to whisper, This one has been asking about you all night Cameron my brother. We were too old to be whispering, but this lounge wasn’t for all boys, if you get me.
“I’m going to get a drink. Anyone want?" Michael hmphed.
“I’ll go with you,” grinned Brandon.
“I haven’t had a drink all night,” laughed Christopher running behind them.
“Well I guess it’s obvious,” Jasper blushed as he inched closer. He had on expensive dark denim and trendy Nikes. By the time my friends had come back from the bar I’d seen Jasper’s forearm tattoos, learned that he was from the East Coast, and a music video director. He'd learned that the Hermes scarf detail in the back pocket of my old Rogan jeans was something I took from a Lupe Fiasco article. As I pulled out my Blackberry to receive his phone number I noticed a text message saying You look so sexy tonight signed Mr. Mista. I looked around the room until I connected with some very familiar eyes…
We were seated on Brandon’s deck the next afternoon enjoying an omelet/mimosa brunch recounting the details of the night before.
“Kira’s showcase yielded to an outrageous praise from the label execs. My voicemail was nearly screaming when I checked this morning,” Chris detailed.
“That’s great man” Brandon offered.
“Yes, I’ve already celebrated with some delicious ass this morning,” Chris growled
“Of course. Did you have syrup with your pancakes?” Michael smirked.
“Mmmm,” Chris grinned, “So Cameron, you and Jasper both disappeared last night. How was it?”
“How was what?” I spoke.
“I will pour this pitcher of mimosa all over your fabulous Tahari pants…”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I smiled. I couldn’t tell them what had really happened. After exchanging information with Jasper I did sneak outside. However, it was with Mr.Mista. He soothed me in his rented luxury car and drove us to his rented luxury room where he took me on the chaise. My friends did know about Mr.Mista but I was reluctant to tell them since they believed I’d stopped seeing him. I’d stopped seeing him because he’d chosen to live his public life with the woman he was photographed with in the pages of the latest Essence. Damn those morals.
Once the other two left, me and Brandon walked the man-made lake in his neighborhood.
“Cam, if I tell you something, you won’t judge me right?”
“Nah, you’re my boy”
“I’ve been having random sex with men off the internet.”
“Brandon.”
“Yeah”
“I had sex with Mr.Mista last night.” We both stopped. We looked at each other and then released roars of laughter…
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“Ya’ll know I could be home watching The First 48 right?” says Michael cynically, in charcoal Etro.
“Is that on tonight?” I say looking through our complimentary gift bag.
“It’s on every night.” He says.
“Aren’t you having a good time,” smiled Brandon in Calvin Klein teal.
“A blast…” Michael yawned.
“Aw Mike, stop. Here comes our VP of A&R for Penny Candy Records, order another drink or something.”, I scold with a smile. Christopher approached us with another man in tow. The man was peach colored, the type of skin that would suggest freckles. He had an almost bald, almost military haircut with some natural red growing from his chin. He was tall, lean and lanky. He had an edge. I was attracted to him. Somewhat.
“My brothers I want you to meet Jasper St.John.”, Chris hosted. As we all acknowledged the man with versions of What’s up, Chris managed to get close enough to me to whisper, This one has been asking about you all night Cameron my brother. We were too old to be whispering, but this lounge wasn’t for all boys, if you get me.
“I’m going to get a drink. Anyone want?" Michael hmphed.
“I’ll go with you,” grinned Brandon.
“I haven’t had a drink all night,” laughed Christopher running behind them.
“Well I guess it’s obvious,” Jasper blushed as he inched closer. He had on expensive dark denim and trendy Nikes. By the time my friends had come back from the bar I’d seen Jasper’s forearm tattoos, learned that he was from the East Coast, and a music video director. He'd learned that the Hermes scarf detail in the back pocket of my old Rogan jeans was something I took from a Lupe Fiasco article. As I pulled out my Blackberry to receive his phone number I noticed a text message saying You look so sexy tonight signed Mr. Mista. I looked around the room until I connected with some very familiar eyes…
We were seated on Brandon’s deck the next afternoon enjoying an omelet/mimosa brunch recounting the details of the night before.
“Kira’s showcase yielded to an outrageous praise from the label execs. My voicemail was nearly screaming when I checked this morning,” Chris detailed.
“That’s great man” Brandon offered.
“Yes, I’ve already celebrated with some delicious ass this morning,” Chris growled
“Of course. Did you have syrup with your pancakes?” Michael smirked.
“Mmmm,” Chris grinned, “So Cameron, you and Jasper both disappeared last night. How was it?”
“How was what?” I spoke.
“I will pour this pitcher of mimosa all over your fabulous Tahari pants…”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I smiled. I couldn’t tell them what had really happened. After exchanging information with Jasper I did sneak outside. However, it was with Mr.Mista. He soothed me in his rented luxury car and drove us to his rented luxury room where he took me on the chaise. My friends did know about Mr.Mista but I was reluctant to tell them since they believed I’d stopped seeing him. I’d stopped seeing him because he’d chosen to live his public life with the woman he was photographed with in the pages of the latest Essence. Damn those morals.
Once the other two left, me and Brandon walked the man-made lake in his neighborhood.
“Cam, if I tell you something, you won’t judge me right?”
“Nah, you’re my boy”
“I’ve been having random sex with men off the internet.”
“Brandon.”
“Yeah”
“I had sex with Mr.Mista last night.” We both stopped. We looked at each other and then released roars of laughter…
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2 comments:
Damn lol. This story seems like a gay version of Ugly Betty.
LMAO @ Nario!!!
This was interesting!
;-)
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