Duh, duh-da-duh-da. The enticing music drew many unwary men through the door of the nightclub/strip joint. My band and I pounded out music notes on our bass and electric guitars, and the huge drum set. I played and sang the lead. We were ripping chords out of the air when at last the song ended and we were allowed to go out back and take a couple hits of pot while the strippers took our place on stage. Ahhh, the life of a musician in the ‘90s. It sucked, except for the easy pot, it sucked. We went back in the club and watched the strippers. The guys in the band were enjoying the pelvic thrusts and gyrations before them, but Janie and I found it quite unappealing. I scanned the club for any young attractive men to hook onto. My eyes passed over married middle-aged men and fell upon a gorgeous black-haired, blue-eyed, muscular guy in his 20’s. I left Janie’s side and moved in for the kill.
“Hey!” Janie’s voice broke through the wall of sound surrounding me. “Check him out!” She drooled over the guy I had spotted. My fury rose quickly. Janie and I had been friends since we were children and it had always been this way. I spot a potential guy and she got him first. It began with Tommy, in kindergarten. I saw him in the sandbox one day, went to talk to him and before I knew it, Jamie and him were playing doctor together, initializing a pattern that would span over he years. Janie always got the guys…the bitch.
It was performance time again. We got up on stage and began to play aggressive, angry music backed with a wicked bass. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Janie playing her guitar close to the edge of the stage…in front of the guy! She smiled and I could tell her flawless porcelain beauty impressed him. Angered, I began to sing with more passion. My long red hair whipped violently around my face and my purple eyes flashed. I continued until he looked my way, filled with awe and fear. I licked my lips and smiled evilly. He grinned back. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, I felt a hit from behind. Janie, enraged, had slammed her guitar into my back. Accidental? Oh sure. I was falling, falling…
I could sense the crowd before the stage part to allow me to slam into the hard packed ground, but before I could hit the cold tiles, a pair of arms was around me. I looked up and saw beautiful blue eyes gazing into my purple ones.
“Are you okay? You have beautiful eyes, you know. Are you going to be busy this weekend?” The deep bass voice amazed me. The gorgeous guy saved me, complimented me, and now asked me out. What luck! Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Janie glaring at me with white-hot rage.
“I-I’m okay. Thanks for catching me.” To spite Janie and to further lure Young Blue-Eyes into my grasp, I laid a tender yet sensuous kiss on his incredibly sexy lips. “Umm, I think I’ll be free. Wait for me after the show and I’ll give you my number.” I said with a wink and climbed back on stage. I flashed thumbs-up signs to our drum player, Rick and our other bass guitar, Tony. They grinned back and prepared to launch into another song. I turned to Janie and smiled sweetly. The daggers shooting form her eyes could have impaled an army. I turned to the mike and started the head-banging, blood pumping alternative song.
What happened next, I never really realized until it was over. Janie, at the climax of the song, flung her guitar away, and leapt into the crowd. The hands of a thousand horny men grabbed at her and she screamed, delighted. It angered me, to see her acting so slutty and being carried closer to HIM. So I ran off the stage, into the crowd and pushed my way to Janie. Grabbing her, I yanked her to the floor. We started to punch and bite while men cheered us on.
“Alright! Lesbian love!”
I never even thought about my necklace. It was a mass of nails and sharp twists of metal I had made myself. I thought it looked very Goth and vicious and I wore it religiously. Like I said, I never thought about my necklace until I heard Janie, pinned beneath me, shriek and I looked down to find half of it impaled in her throat, her eyes wide and staring.
I jumped up with fright. I check to see if she was all right. Even if she was a bitch she was my best friend. “Tony, go call an ambulance!” I screamed. The blue-eyed guy was next to me helping me get my necklace from her neck. With his help we got he necklace form her neck. Just then, the ambulance had arrived.
My name is Raoul. I’ll give you a lift to the hospital if you’d like.” The gorgeous guy said in the most sensitive manner. I nodded my head.
The other attendants rushed to Janie’s side. They soon shook their heads, sadly, and turned to me.
“She’s dead.” Raoul gently told me. Dead? Janie?
“Noooo!” My hoarse scream startled even me.
“Murdering Bitch!” The cries of all the horny males chanted. “Crucify her!”
My eyes wide with fear, also flashed with anger. Many angry hands grabbed and dragged me to the stage. Someone had rolled out the mock crucifix that the strippers sometimes used in their shows.
“Get some nails!”
“Tear off her clothes!”
“Kill her!”
The angry yells of the furious sex deprived men chilled my blood.
“Stay away from her!” I looked up on stage to see Rick and Tony trying to reach for me.
“Here! Take her out back and get out of here! Hurry! I’ll be following!” shouted Raoul passionately above the noise of angry men. Rick and Tony dragged me to the band’s van sitting in the alley behind the club.
“Janie!” I wailed hysterically. “We forgot Janie!” Rick and Tony shoved me in the van and jumped in themselves. Raoul threw himself in as Tony sped off. Sadly, he forgot to make a full and complete stop at the stop sign and we were careened off the road by a mac-truck and died. Ouch.
