Jan 30 2009
The Great Escape to New York City [2]
*A continuation of this post.
I plan my escape from home, execute it, and now am on a bus heading to New York City. After I arrive at my destination, I am greeted by a friend of the 50 year old man I will be staying with. Let’s call this man “Levi”. I am 17 years old at the time. The friend drops me off at Levi’s building and I go in and get the key from the concierge. I’m there alone until he comes home from work at the United Nations in the evening. When he gets home we don’t talk much and just hold each other through the night. The next day he takes me on a shopping spree, which makes me happy, not happy in a content kind of way…just happy because I like new clothes.
One night we went to a club named Kings on 6th avenue. It had 3 levels; level one being a bar area where it was always kind of quiet, level two being a bar area with a dance floor where loud music would play and people would stand around planning their one night stands or talking to friends. The third floor was raunchy. It was a dark room where porno’s would play while people stood around and touched themselves. No joke. It cost $3 dollars to go in that area.
Being the curious one that I am, I went up to the third level to see what the commotion was about, leaving Levi behind in the process. I ended up with a Moroccan guy who jerked off while he whispered “Come back to Morocco with me…” in my ear. He had bad breath so I wasn’t turned on at all. After leaving I looked around on the two lower levels for Levi and noticed he had left. I had to call him back at his place to find out how to get back home. He never said anything about me leaving him first, we just went to sleep when I got there. Levi and I had a weird relationship. We did have sex and tried to carry ourselves as if we were a couple, but I had sex with other people and he knew it. He never said anything about it and I doubt that he did the same thing. I even started going out by myself after that.
The guy I really fell for while I was there was a bouncer at a club named Monster. There was a piano bar on the first floor, where some people actually took themselves seriously and sang their hearts out. The lower floor had a dance floor and bar with a small sitting area to the side of it.
Anyway, the bouncer had a raspy New York accent and looked slightly like Keanu Reeves (with the dark hair, dark eyes, and olive skin). I guess what some would say was bad about him was that he had a 4 inch penis. I didn’t care, I was infatuated with his swagger. He told me after we had sex for the first time that he had a boyfriend. I tried to act mad but I got over it. I didn’t like the idea, because I genuinely liked him, but I put it out of my head.
We would go out after he got off work at 4am and have breakfast. Then we would go somewhere and mess around. Once it was in an alley (where I stopped us and said I couldn’t do it because it smelled horrific), once in the locked room of an adult movie theater (where his friend who worked there gave us the keys). Most of the time it was in a seedy hotel where you pay hourly rates. Kinda gross when I think about it now, but it was all so spontaneous that I was always caught off guard. He always paid for my cab home. Whenever I was in the village I would stop by Monster to see if he was working. Once I went and he wasn’t there. Another bouncer, named Sasha, who was bald-headed and wore leather studded bracelets said to me, “Honey, you are not the only one.” My response? “I know.”
* To Be Continued…
