Baby Come Back(26)
It had been Labor Day weekend. Atlantic City was crawling with end of summer tourists and gamblers. Nick and I had worked Friday night together, and Saturday day shift. We had made out like bandits on our tips. Stephanie, one of my co-workers, and the only real girlfriend I had there had called in before my shift ended and asked if I could take her shift that evening. She had the flu. I had told her I would check with Nick and call her right back. I knew by this time that I didn’t make decisions like that without Nick’s approval.
I had gone over to his table on my break. He was just getting relieved for his break.
“Stephanie called, Nick. She wondered if I would take her shift for her tonight. She has the flu. I told her I needed to check with you to make sure we didn’t have any plans for tonight.”
“I don’t know, baby. Do you really feel like pulling a double?”
“I mean, I don’t mind. We could use the money. It’s up to you, though.”
“Baby, if you’re up to it, then it’s okay with me. Do you need to keep the car or do you want me to pick you up after your shift?”
“If you wouldn’t mind picking me up, that would be great. I hate driving home that late by myself.”
“You got it, baby,” he had said, leaning down and kissing my lips, softly.
“I love you, Nick.”
“I love you back, Gina.”
Nick had left after his shift ended. He had stopped by my table to tell me that he would be outside in the back parking lot at 1:00 am to pick me up. He had kissed me good-bye and left.
I had made out well tip-wise taking Stephanie’s shift. I had netted a little over $500 in tips for the day. I went out to the huge parking lot in the back which was less full than the others. I searched all over for Nick’s car. It wasn’t there. I tried his pager but then I remembered that it had been shut off until he got his bill paid current. It was after 1:30 when Manny came out to see if something was wrong.
“Jesus Christ, Gina. Security called up saying someone was loitering in the back lot. What are you still doing here?”
“I’m waiting on Nick. I’m betting he fell asleep. His pager is shut off.”
“Christ,” he had said, rolling his eyes. “If my daughter ever gets involved with a slug like Nick, I will disown the hell out of her. Hang tight. I’ll send the hotel limo back here to take you home.”
“No - Manny. That’s not necessary. I’m sure Nick will be here soon.”
“I insist,” he had said, going back inside, shaking his head the whole way and mumbling.
The hotel limo picked me up as promised and dropped me at our apartment complex. I saw Nick’s car parked in front of our building. I had breathed a sigh of relief. He would have been totally pissed if he had driven to the casino and found that I had taken alternate transportation. That had been one argument I had avoided.
I had let myself into the apartment quietly, expecting to find Nick sprawled out on the couch asleep. The television was on, but he was nowhere to be seen. It was then that I had noticed the razor blade, two skinny straws and residual white powder on our black glass coffee table.
(Shit! He had been getting high again.)
I had reached my limit with his cocaine use. I had decided that if Nick relapsed, I was gone. As much as I had loved him, I would not, could not watch him destroy himself. I headed toward the bedroom to tell him just that. As I had reached the door, I had heard voices inside. It was Nick’s voice, and a female voice. Nick’s voice had been moaning.
“That’s it baby; oh yeah, your cunt is so nice and tight. Keep riding it baby; that’s it.”
The female voice had been soft moans and groans of pleasure.
I had opened the door full force, letting it slam against the bedroom wall. They had both been startled. I had been even more startled when I saw that it was my friend Stephanie, supposedly home sick with the flu, riding Nick’s cock up and down, moaning.
Stephanie had immediately freaked when she saw me. She had quickly lifted herself up and off of him, blubbering apologies at me, saying she had only meant to get high with him. She had grabbed her clothing up off the floor, putting it on as I had stood frozen in shock.
It had been like everything happened fast, but then in slow motion when I replayed it in my mind. Before I knew it, Stephanie had managed to cover most of her critical parts and was out the door of our apartment.
Nick had risen up off of our bed and came over to where I was standing, still frozen to the floor. His erection was still very much intact.
“You interrupted me, Gina. I didn’t get to finish what I started with Stephanie. I didn’t get my nut because of you barging in here like that.”
His voice had been steely cold and menacing.
“I guess that means that you get to finish me. Then we will talk about your rudeness to my guest.”
“Nick-” I had started, ready to lay into him with every bit of Italian temper I possessed. His hand had silenced me as it cracked against my face, not once, not twice, but three times. I had tasted the blood in my mouth.
His hands roughly pressed my shoulders down; forcing me to kneel in front of him.
“Suck me, bitch,” he had ordered. “Stephanie got me hard; now you are going to finish me off.”
I had clamped my mouth shut tightly. My eyes were squeezed closed as he moved closer to me. I could smell the scent of her pu-ssy on his cock. I had wanted to vomit. I felt his hands in my hair as he grabbed a fistful and yanked it upward, forcing my eyes to open and my lips to part as I had cried out in pain. His hand slapped my face again.