Have you ever had a moment where you always seemed to run into the same person at the most akward times? Damn you if you haven’t. For me... it’s Justin and the fucking MGM elevators.nextI can’t help myself as I walk behind him, “If it isn’t the fucking Jew-boy.”
“Fuck you Fatone.”
“Stopped stalking Chasez?” It’s been a month since I last saw him.
“Fuck you!”
The doors slid open and I push the little twerp inside. I use my right arm to choke him against the glassed walls, “Listen Timberfuck. Tell me to fuck off again and I’ll fuck off your little asshole again. Got it?”
His eyes start to water and I know he’s about to cry. Now I know that the rest of the guys are here.
“Jesus,” I let him go. “Grow some balls.”
“I have balls.”
“Jingle balls.”
He crosses his arms and sulks in the corner, his face is pressed again the cold glass. He hates me. Good.
I hate silence... “How much tonight?”
“I didn’t go out.”
I pull out a cigarette and ignore the no smoking sign. “Why not? I did.”
“Because my mom is here.”
“Just tell her that you went out and bonked Britney a few times.”
“Fuck you.”
“What did I tell you?”
He takes in a deep breath. “You told me to stick up for myself and I do. Remember what happened the last time I did?”
“Nope.” I’m being honest. I don’t know. I don’t care. But he’ll bore me with it anyway.
“You fucking ripped me and JC fucking --”
The elevator doors open up and three young teenage girls enter. I put out the cigarette and smile at them, “Good evening.” They smile at me and Justin before whispering among one another. They know us. Great.
The taller one of the three turns my way, “Aren’t you Joey?” She’s wearing a tight white shirt and low-cut jeans. I can’t help myself as I stare down her shirt.
“Yep.” I wink. She smiles and licks her lips. Yeah... I’m getting laid alright.
Justin is disgusted and storms off the elevator. I’m alone with all three girls… hehe! I pull out my cell, “Excuse me ladies.”
Speed dial. Ring, ring. Pick up, “JC. I have some mighty fine young ladies that would like to meet with you tonight.”
“Any blondes?”
“Yeah. Two.”
“Brunette?”
“One.”
“She’s mine.”
We hang up. I lean in and kiss one of the blondes and she does nothing to fight me off. She better start fighting back or else it’s going to be very long... night. Let the foreplay begin!