I’m a real wild one and I like wild fun
Everything seems hazy everything seems crazy
I’m a wild one
Gonna break it loose gonna keep it moving wild
Gonna keep it screaming baby,
I’m a real wild child.
-Wild One
Chapter 5
Bud Light on tap (along with chicken wings, daisies, and sex) must
have been
God’s special gift to humanity. At least, that’s how it felt that night.
And the three of us
were thirsty. The game was about to begin and we were already on our fourth.
Wechatted
a mile a minute, embracing our buzzes and acting goofy.
“Ladies and Gentlemen” came a deep voice over the loud speaker.
“Will you
please rise for the singing of our national anthem by Grammy-nominated Jive
recording
artists, the Backstreet Boys?” The crowd was filled with a mix of screams
and boos. The
three of us hooted like little girls and pumped our fists as our favorite
boys in the world
walked to the center of the floor.
*****
We watched them through binoculars across he stadium in their box
seats. Nick,
Kevin, and AJ sat amidst dancers and band members, drinking beer and eating
popcorn.
It had been our initial intention to send them beer, but the flow on
their end
seemed to be just fine by itself. The guys gabbed excitedly with one another
and their
group, chugging their beer, seemingly oblivious to half the crowd being more
interested in
watching them than the game.
Nick was chuckling as one dancer touched his arm and smiled. In
spite of myself, I
became green with immense jealousy. She had the lucky geography. She was
across the
stadium by his side.
“Let’s head out you guys,” Angie stated, looking at the scoreboard.
It was almost
half-time and we wanted to get back to the Ritz before the boys. I looked
through the
binoculars at Nick’s flushed face. I said a silent prayer that I would see
him later that
evening.
*****
I did see him...skipping through the lobby with one dancer per arm
and a
perma-grin plastered on his, well, plastered face. He blew kisses to his
fans and giggled
like a little girl but did not stop. His eyes never even met mine. Angie
and Nikki remained
in the lobby as I headed upstairs to pee and grab another Bud Light from the
overpriced
wet bar.
When I came back down I saw my two friends standing next to the
familiar face of
Roro, one of the male dancers. We had met him both in Boston and New York.
He
probably didn’t recall, but that didn’t matter. Roro liked pretty girls,
and that was what
we were.
“Yeah, we’re going to this club in the city.” I heard him schmoozing
as I
approached. He looked at me as I walked up and cooed, “Hey baby, wass up?”
“How you doin’, Roro?” I replied, flirting. I got a kick out of him.
“Would you ladies like to join us this evening?” Roro questioned
matter of factly.
Angie looked from me to Nikki and back. The sixth Bud Light had made
me
light-headed and even more giddy than earlier. I had had an incredible day
and I wanted
to dance.
“Sure am!” I answered.
Just then, a flash of red hair spun by. Some fans approached AJ as
he surprisingly
but regretfully declined autographs and pictures.
“Are we ready?” he questioned the lobby in general. Roro motioned
us to join him
and we loaded into a white van parked in front of the hotel. AJ was one of
the last to get
in. His bodyguard stood at the door. AJ glanced back at us, grinned, tilted
his head down
and rasped, “Ladies.”.
“Who we waitin’ for AJ?” questioned Amy, a blonde dancer.
“D.” he said simply. I looked at Angie as she squeezed my hand.
*****
The radio blasted as the packed van rambled toward the city of
Detroit. It was
simply loud. People were talking a mile a minute and laughing almost
continuously. AJ
was in the seat in front of us, turned around with one leg on his seat. He
was asking us
where we had come from and if we were going to any of the shows. Then, he
was talking
about this time in Europe when they had gone to a club and didn’t realize
that it was for
Drag Queens. We were all hysterical laughing.
“Let’s hope that doesn’t happen tonight.” I said giggling.
“Nah...ya know what?” AJ said, taking a drag of a Marlboro light.
“It was actually
pretty fun. Those are some beautiful women!”
“Bone likes anything in a dress.” Howie said as he turned toward
us. Angie
squeezed my hand. She hadn’t said anything, speechless since the time AJ
mentioned that
Howie would be joining us. Just then the van pulled onto a lit up street.
We stopped in
front of a club called “Spectra” and jumped out one at a time, getting ready
to conquer it.
*****
Roro was a player, and he made no effort at hiding it. As soon as we
entered the
club, he bought the three of us drinks and headed to the floor. The club was
full, but not
over crowded. Nikki and I followed him. I turned to look at Angie.
“Aren’t you gonna
shake your ass with us, Boom?” I asked.
“I’m gonna chill here for a few.” she answered, sipping a whisky
sour.
“Alright...but come out soon, kay?” I pleaded.
“I will...” she answered. “Now go have fun!”
I scooted onto the floor carrying my own drink, a Long Island Iced tea.
I was
drunk at that point and wanted to dance everything out. I wanted to get rid
of the tumult
that was pounding in my chest. I felt agressive and gregarious, I felt like
I could take on
the world. And more than anything else, I felt a sexual tension so
outstanding; I felt like I
could take on Nick Carter. If only he were Roro, as we grinded and thrusted
on the
dancefloor of Spectra. But I let my energy soar, and I felt beautiful.
*****
“You guys gotta see this!” I heard Swoop saying over my shoulder as
Roro and I
shimmied to “Bills Bills Bills”. We glanced in the direction that he was
nodding toward.
There was a large crowd and a lot whooping and hollering.
“What’s going on?” I asked as I stood on my tiptoes to see over the
heads.
“They’re doing bodyshots....Bone and your friend.” Swoop answered.
“Go Nikki!” I shouted.
“What?” I heard Nikki say as she stepped up from behind me. I
looked at her with
surprise on my face. “Oh my damn.” I gasped. “If you’re here,
then....Angie?” We
looked at one another with wide eyes and ran toward the bar. “Excuse me,
excuse me!” I
boomed while pushing through dancers and band members. When I got to the
front, I was
caught off guard at the spectacle before me. Angie was licking salt off of
the space
between AJ’s chest. She shot the tequilla, and took the lemon from AJ’s
mouth with her
own. Everyone cheered. She tittered lightly. It was now Alex’s turn. He
looked toward
his bodyguard.
“Where now, man?” he questioned the burly man.
“Ask the lady!” Marcus responded.
“Right here” responded Angie instantly, pointing directly to her
cleavage.
“It’s a tough job,” AJ added, while nodding to the bartender as he
placed a new
shot and lemon down, “But somebody’s gotta do it.”
“LICK LICK LICK LICK” the crowd began chanting while AJ approached
Angie.
They smiled wildly into each other’s faces. AJ bent down and placed his
tongue between
the top of Angie’s breasts. She threw her head back laughing as AJ croaked,
“Yum.”
*****
Roro and I had stolen fake plastic daisies out of some vases that sat
at the few
tables that were upstairs at Spectra. We each had two in our hair. As we
sat in the van,
he began doing “she loves me, she loves me not” as he surveyed Nikki who was
deep in
conversation about the Eiffel Tower with Swoop. Angie sat with Howie on one
side of
her and AJ on the other. They were singing “Doowop That Thing” by Lauren
Hill. Amy
and myself were discussing who we thought had the nicest ass on the planet.
AJ heard us
and interjected in a whisper, “It is DEFINETELY Nick!”. We all cackled.
Getting out of the van at the front of the Ritz was a chore. I
tripped over Howie’s
foot, and he grabbed me by both arms before my face hit pavement. We were
motley, but
at least we were festive -- you could tell by the hearty laughter that had
plagued us all
evening and the smiles that adorned our lips. We were rosy cheeked and
feeling an
immense amount of love for one another. I had already told AJ, Howie, Roro,
and Swoop
that I loved them.
The door man chuckled lightly at our spectacle as he opened the door
that lead us
to the lobby. AJ walked in and sat down almost immediatly on a comfortable
couch near
the front. He held out his hands and Nikki and I fell to either side of
him. He coughed as
he lit a cigarette. “You girls really have to hang with us again.” he said
looking from
Nikki to me.
“Definally Alexander James” I slurred. I had had five Long Island
Iced teas. It
was a miracle I could walk.
Just then, a gigantic wave of legs and arms went running by and its
head was
suddenly in my lap. There lie Nick, on top of the three of us. It smelled
as if he had taken
a bath in beer.
“I know you, right?” he said, blue eyes looking up into mine.
“I know YOU!” I responded.
“That’s good,” he proclaimed and sat up. “Come here, you have to
help me.” He
grabbed my hand, and I followed. Even though I was drunk, I would have
followed him
anywhere. Hell, sober I would have followed him anywhere, so I went more
than willingly
when I was drunk.
“AJ thinks you have a nice butt.” I remarked as he pulled me into
the hotel bar that
had been forced open at 4 a.m.
“AJ’s isn’t so bad either,” he replied.
“Why didn’t you go dancing with us?” I questioned.
“You didn’t ask! I was depressed since you rejected me and I had to
drown my
sorrows with Jack Daniels. Have you ever had Jack Daniels Kelly?” he
questioned.
Suddenly, I was not drunk anymore. I wasn’t even buzzed. He had
just said my
name. He had remembered me. And before I could gasp or think, I felt his
hands on my
face and his lips pressed against mine. His tongue slid gently into my mouth
as his warm
soft lips kneeded deeply into my own.
“Thanks for the help!” he murmured with a sleepy grin, and bounded
back into the
lobby. I grabbed a chair to balance myself. Maybe I WAS drunk, VERY drunk.
Where
had he come from? And had he just kissed me? Had his tongue been in my
mouth? I was
dizzy. I inched toward the lobby. He was in there, but now he was kissing
Amy. It didn’t
seem quite as sensual as mine, but he was still doing it. He turned to Nikki
and grabbed
her face and planted one on her. Everyone was laughing. Angie got the same
treatment,
but when Nick was done she grabbed his head back and got another one. She
told me
later that since he was offering, she was making sure she was taking.
Finally, he looked at
AJ. He grinned as Nick grabbed him and planted the wettest kiss square on
AJ’s lips.
“I’m telling National Enquirer” screeched Nikki. The lobby went
into hysterics.
“I’ve kissed two Backstreet Boys tonight!” added Angie. *And I’m
gonna
try my best to get one more* she thought, giving Howie the eye. He was so
intoxicated,
all he could do was wink back at her.
I couldn’t believe the scene before me. I had to be dreaming. Nick
turned around
and looked at me. The last thing I heard and saw was him saying “Hey Kelly,
I need your
help with something.” That’s when it went black. I hit the plush carpeted
floor almost
gracefully.
“UH OH! We lost a soldier!” AJ piped up. He looked at Marcus who
walked
over, picked me up like I was a feather and carried me up to my room
accompanied by
Angie, Nikki and Howie. They hardly had their chance to say their goodbyes
to the rest of
the group. Before we got on the elevator, a tripping Nick bound up to Nikki
and asked if
I was gonna be OK. He looked at my face that was cradled against Marcus’s
broad chest
and touched my cheek gently saying, “Poor baby.”
“She’ll be fine,” said Marcus, “we just have to keep an eye on her
tonight, right?”
he looked at Nikki who was more sober than anyone else. She had had other
things on
her mind all evening. Nick sighed, and then removed one of the daisies from
my hair and
stuck it in his own.
“Goodnight baby” he said lightly and kissed me gently on the
forehead as the
elevator pinged.
When we got up to the room, Angie and Howie stayed in the hallway as
Nikki and Marcus turned down the covers and placed me in bed.
Chapter 6
Song For Kelly
NinasFiction
NinasFeet
