Chapter 10: Amy
They say that you never truly know yourself until you do something that is totally out of character, something you would normally never do, not even in your wildest dreams.
For me, that was stuffing myself into a little black dress and slipping my feet into six-inch heels and approaching Isaac Hanson at the party after downing six flutes of champagne and smoking a fat joint with Serena up in her room.
There was a reason they called champagne, “liquid courage”.
And a reason they called pot “dope”.
That’s how I was feeling.
Courageously dopey.
I had sat at a table watching Isaac stand at the bar for half an hour, barely listening to some fat VC fuck from the city bragging about the size of his bank account, which I knew was meant to make up for the lack in size of his cock. When I told him that I was just there to watch, he harrumphed at me and motioned for one of the naked girls to come sit in his lap. A few minutes later, I saw him following her out the door like a horny little puppy dog.
And the cash registers ring…
Even more out of character for me was the fact that I was not wearing panties and I had every intention of seducing Isaac and turning him every which way but loose before the night was over.
I know.
Crazy.
Totally unlike me.
But that was the point.
I needed to do something that was totally unlike me because I was started to totally dislike me! Serena was right. I had built a cocoon around myself and refused to let anyone in. I focused on work and money and building a reputation at the expense of my personal life. Other than Sunday dinners with my dad and brothers, I had voided my life of emotions and had become the stone-cold bitch everyone said I was.
Along the way, I had forgotten about Amy Rossetti, the fun Italian girl with six older brothers and the best dad in the world.
Amy Rossetti who had so much sex in college that she single-handedly helped keep Trojan Condoms in business.
Amy Rossetti who used to love to drink and party and dance and run around naked and make out in dive bar restrooms and fuck hot boys in the back seats of cars and spend the night with men whose names she would forget by the following day.
I missed that Amy.
She was fun.
She had fun.
I loved her.
The question was if I asked her to, would she really come out to play?
One more glass of champagne and I would find out.
* * *
Isaac slid sideways to make room for me at the bar. I squeezed in next to him and set my glass on the bar. It was immediately refilled by a bartender who looked like she’d just dropped out of Playboy Magazine. That was one thing I had noticed since Serena ushered me into the party, then disappeared to start serving drinks. While the men in the room —the rich members who were footing the bill—were all shapes, sizes, ages, colors, ethnicities, etc., the women were all young and drop dead gorgeous, like Serena. And many of the women, the “Specialists and Escorts” were totally naked except for feathery masks and high heels and what looked like real diamonds and jewels glued strategically to their bodies. It took me a minute to get used to things, like stumbling into a drunken orgy at a frat house (yes, been there, done that, lost my t-shirt, don’t judge) although I must admit, the air was charged with a sexual electricity that I had never felt before. My nipples were rock hard from it and the moisture was pooling between my freshly-trimmed pussy lips.
“So, Amanda,” Isaac said with a smile that nearly made me sigh. “What’s a good girl like you doing in a place like this?”
I tried to be coy, which wasn’t difficult given that the alcohol had made my eyelids heavy. “I could ask you the same question,” I said, my eyes sweeping up and down his tall frame. “What a good boy like you doing in a place like this?”
He kept smiling. My eyes bounced from his eyes to his lips and back again. He said, “Actually, I’m here as a guest, too.”
“Really?” I smiled as the lie slid from his lips. “And whose guest would you be?”
He narrowed his eyes toward the crowd and pointed at the table in the center of the room where his two partners sat with three naked women, drinking, laughing, touching. I wondered why he wasn’t with them.
He said, “See the big guy that looks like a football player? That’s my pal, Sammy. He brought me along.”
“So, why aren’t you sitting with Sammy and those girls?” I asked. I brought the champagne flute to my lips and batted my fake eyelashes at him. “They seem to be having all kinds of fun and you… well… you look a little out of place.”
“I am feeling a little out of place,” he said, nodding, the smile fading. He took a long pull off the beer bottle and shrugged his eyebrows. “Guess I’m not much of a partier.”
“Would you like to go someplace else?” I asked. “Someplace… quiet?”
He blinked at me for a moment, as if he wasn’t sure he had heard the words that I had said. “Someplace else? Like where?”
“I don’t know.” I gave him a dreamy look and trailed a long red fingernail down the line of his jaw. “Maybe your suite?”
The look on his face was priceless.
He looked a little stunned.
I freakin’ love it.
Hmmm…
Maybe the old Amy was ready to come out and play after all.