Not To Touch The Earth (An Excerpt)

She took the used, rolled up 20 dollar bill as it was passed on and hoisted it up her left nostril. She lowered her head down to the back of the porcelain toilet and huffed in a line of that powdery stuff up her nose. She'd been married for 5 years now but this was no time to be worrying about that. They were held up in a stall in the men's washroom... Both of them. She met him not 30 minutes earlier and here they were together in this bathroom stall at a little bar called The Flamingo. The bar was located in a small, under populated town in mid Ontario and was only ever busy on Thursday's and Saturday's. Much like The Flamingo the town was petty. It's shortage of places to go and things to do made the people who lived there very restless and at times quite stir crazy. So every Thursday and Saturday night they would pile into the bars in droves like hysterical children leaving their morals behind at home. She inhaled another line, this time up the right nostril in order to keep a balanced numbness as the man slid his hand up her silky black shirt and pried his fingertips at her breast. She leaned back and tilted her neck in order to look at the ceiling as the rush of the drug powered its way from her head down to her fingertips. He kissed and bit at her neck. The faint sound of the house DJ playing Daft Punk's "Get Lucky" leaked it's way in from the other room. She felt free in there, beside the toilet in the men's room with this man she hardly knew. She didn't have to focus on the 2 children she had at home or what it would be like to have to raise them alone. How one day she may have to explain to them both that Daddy wasn't coming home. This escaped her.  She took the man by the hand and dragged him back out to the dance floor where she closed her eyes and moved her body to the loud bass booming inside of her ears. This was her night out. Her time.

She had arrived there with her husband (who was also the father of her children) and a few friends whom of which cared only about themselves just as much as she did, so much so that she may as well had just arrived alone. After an hour of feeling ignored and watching the woman he bared two of the most influential things in his life with throw herself at the mercy of drooling men he decided to leave and go back home to safety. A place where his sanity could not be tampered with, questioned, or tested. She watched him storm out of the front door through the incoming crowds of people with a staggering sense of domestic freedom. The drugs, the booze, the dancing, the sex, all craving's she refused to let wallow and stir.

She pushed back the freshly dyed blond bangs out of her face while her eyes picked up on all of  the smiles and glares of men with scruffy facial hair and up-kept bodies. Some dressed very well and others... well, they wore muscle shirts and tight revealing v-necks as if to broadcast the idea that they clearly spent and spend countless hours in a gym, lifting weights, doing squats, and primitively grunting it out to look the way they do. It brought her a fantastical notion of pride knowing she could have any man in the room. She bounced from stud to stud. They bought her drinks. They grabbed her ass. They whispered sickly erotic exploits into her ears on the dance floor. This turned her on. It got her off.

As the lights went on at The Flamingo for last call she knew she would have to choose, but which one of these cavemen would be lucky enough to degrade her tonight?

"You're coming back to my after party, right?" One of the carbon copy men asked as he took her by the hand and walked her towards the door.

"You have any blow?" She asked trying to secure one of her vices for the remainder of the evening..

"Yeah. Yeah. Of course!" he replied

And so she went. Hopped into a yellow, vacant cab and in the back seat got fondled all the way to the mystery man's house in between inconspicuous key bumps of cocaine and laughter.

He lived in an impressively large villa by the river and by the time they arrived there were already a bunch of his friends drinking in the living room. After introducing herself, grabbing a beer, and doing a couple lines with these guys the savagery started to begin. Not only did the man she go home with start fooling around with her, so did a few of his friends. They went upstairs to a bedroom and slowly started to take off articles of her clothing. She was kissing one of them as another sucked on her breast. The shy one watched as he did a few lines before pulling down her pants and licking her inner thigh. She moaned in triumph. This was who she was. The life of the party. She took all three of them as everyone downstairs drank beer laughing at the sound of her heavy "Oohs and Aah's."

Her husband was sound asleep in bed at home. Their children were in the next room snoring peacefully. Most people who attended the festivities at The Flamingo were also at home trying to get some rest before doing it all again the next following Thursday. The men downstairs had fallen asleep on couches and scattered pillows and blankets on the hardwood floors. She however... Moaned deep into the morning, drunk and fervently high on cocaine. She had one cock in her mouth, one in her pussy, and one in her hand. A warrior woman in a silently sedated world...