บท 56: Atibor
After several interruptions, they reached the end of the long counter.
Laila's companion caring helped her on the bar stool.
"What do you want to drink?"
"What do you drink here?"
Mephisto snapped his fingers and immediately approached a half-naked devil.
Laila saw that the bartenders wore white loincloths that glowed bright white, almost bluish, in the black light.
Mephisto held two fingers in the air. T
he devil nodded and left.
"What did you order?"
Because the music was pretty loud, Jonathan leaned Taylor or Mephisto, or whatever his name was, close to Laila 's ear.
He brushed her hair back.
His lips touched her skin as he spoke.
It tickled, but Laila did not back off.
"Blood and sperm" Laila grimaced.
"That's a joke?"
"No, both are donors of life."
When he saw Laila's scared eyes, his full, well-sounding laugh sounded again.
Laila thought he saw almost all conversations cease and the guests looked in his direction.
There was a yearning and submission in everyone's eyes; The man had an insane presence.
Laila was curious how the leader would act on her.
The devil appeared with the drinks.
He put two whisky glasses full of red liquid in front of her, in which sluggish white threads floated.
"In your well, Atibor." The devil bowed deeply.
Laila's companion just returned the greeting.
Laila struggled for composure.
Atibor. What kind of lucky child was she? Brutus would have been proud of her, nothing in her face indicated her surprise.
Of course, behave yourself, Laila thought.
"Atibor? Mephisto, how shall I call you?" Sam looked at him with an innocent expression.
He raised his glass. "Names are sonic and smoke-only glorious deeds will be remembered."
He looked questioningly at her glass.
"What's in there?"
"Tomato juice, vodka, batida and a shot aphrodisiac."
Laila lifted the glass to his lips.
"Well then."
"In one go."
He threw down the drink.
Laila held his breath and did the same.
The juice ran down her throat, oily.
Laila coughed.
"God, is that sharp."
"You spilled a drop there."
He leaned forward and ran his tongue over Laila's mouth.
"Is that the effect of the aphrodisiac?"
"Well, ..." he snapped his fingers again and held out two of them to the bartender.
In seconds, two filled glasses stood on the counter. "... you have to turn some drinks on ex, so that the effect is set."
Again they threw down their drinks.
Laila felt her head becoming light and weightless.
What the hell was in there, that feeling could not come from alcohol.
Again the flicking of his fingers.
"If that keeps going at a tempo, I'll fall off the stool right away."
Atibor studied her in mock concern.
"We have to do something about that."
He put an arm around her waist and pulled her from the bar stool into his arms.
He pressed her tightly against his body.
"Better?"
Laila held two fingers in the direction of the bartender.
"Tequila, two bottles."
The bartender looked questioningly at Atibor.
He threw his head back and roared with laughter.
Laila hoped her trickiness was not easy to see through.
The likelihood that the closed bottles were prepared with drugs, she estimated as extremely low.
The strange feeling in her head subsided.
Maybe the dosage in the drinks was low.
He looked at Laila with narrowed eyes.
"Will that be a drinking duel?"
Laila pulled out of his grip and grabbed the bottle of tequila peppy on the neck.
Satisfied, she saw that the lock was intact.
Laila held the opened bottle to his mouth and took a long sip.
God, that was disgusting.
She eyed Atibor provocatively.
"Do you accept the challenge?"
Another huge gulp from the bottle.
The alcohol pulled burning tracks through Laila's guts.
Disgusting, Laila wanted to shake himself.
Atibor thankfully refused the offered bottle.
"I am not a friend of Tequila."
"A pity, too." Laila held the bottle back to his lips and pretended to take another sip of tequila. Atibor eyed her doubtfully.
"How long do you want to go through this without becoming unconscious?"
"Oh, I'm pretty good at training."
Another sip.
"Tell me something about your life."
"What do you want to know?" Laila purposely spoke the L's with a heavy tongue.
Atibor shrugged.
"That which seems important to you."
Laila sat awkwardly and cumbersome on the bar stool, making sure to spread a portion of the bottle contents on the floor.
She giggled stupidly. "Oops"
She began to tell Atibor about her constructed life.
Daughter of wealthy parents, aimless and bored, always on the lookout for the special kick.
She was careful to give a credible account of the role of the increasingly drunk woman.
Slowly, Laila had to consider something about the tequila.
The strange feeling in her head was gone and she actually drank only every third sip.
But she feared that the slow-falling level in her bottle would eventually grab Atibor's attention, or she would shoot herself unconscious with that stuff.
And again, she could not bring the burial number.
Atibor asked questions about their interests, preferences and above all in-depth questions about their financial circumstances.
He was extremely skilled.
He was a pleasant conversation partner, cultivated and a master of the spoken word.
But Laila also found her role getting better and better.
Atibor had just asked her a question about her Porsche as Laila slid off the bar stool.
"I have to powder my nose."
She swayed slightly, clutching the bottleneck tightly.
"Go away."
With these words, she stumbled on a door with the symbol for women.
At the door, she put the bottle to her lips again.
She pushed open the door and faced three young women, who looked at Laila in surprise.
"Sorry," Laila mumbled and staggered to one of the cabins.
Behind the closed door, she heard the women whispering softly.
Laila opened her pants with one hand and sat down on the ceramic bowl.
As she peed, she poured the rest of the tequila into the loo.
The women left.
Laila hurried and hurried with open pants to the sink.
She filled the tequila bottle with water.
She carefully checked the filling level.
She got dressed and checked her look in the mirror.
As she staggered back into the bar, the three women stood by Atibor.
They were engrossed in conversation.
Laila stepped to her bars-tool.
A young woman in a fire-red short haircut gave Laila cool looks.
The other two departed while the red-haired Atibor gave a passionate kiss and slipped her hand into his open shirt.
Atibor looked at Laila at the kiss.
The redhead broke away from Atibor and disappeared into the crowd.
"A girlfriend?" Laila took a long sip from the bottle.
"Do you like her?"
"She is pretty." Laila fumbled with her trouser pocket.
"What are you looking for?"
"My butts." Laila could barely put her fingers in the pocket of her tight leather pants.
"Wait."
Atibor took out his cigarettes and snapped open the lid of his lighter.
A rich click sounded.
"Ah, Dupont."
"You know valuable things, huh?"
Atibor lit the cigarette.
Laila shrugged and reached for the cigarette.
Atibor pulled her away from her fingers.
"Wait."
He took a deep drag and pressed his lips to Laila's mouth.
She opened her lips and he blew the smoke into her mouth.
Laila took a deep breath.
He broke away from her and held out her glowing angel.
"Do you like redheads?" Laila wanted to know.
"Jealous?" Atibor looked at her in amusement.
'Ass-hole', Laila thought.
"Why should I?"
"Because you find me attractive."
"Maybe I'd rather take you off."
"So what's stopping you?"
"The people."
"Nobody will hurt you, you're with me."
"Uh, I'm not an exhibitionist."
Doubting, he studied her outfit. "Is clear."
Laila knew that she had to ride on the Sex Wave to receive the invitation for tomorrow's secret meeting.
She ran her finger over the tangled numbers resting on his chest.
"Maybe I just do not dare."
"Have you ever had sex with several people?"
"If you think that I often change sexual partners ..."
He interrupted her.
"At the same."
Laila let her fingers go down to his waistband.
"No."
"Interest?"
"Sure."
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