Next to Nothing Clark Handlebar Chapter 3 We pulled the dodge into J.J. Biddings parking lot and parked it next to Roy’s, Toyota Camry. In the shadows near the ramp, I could see the cherry of a cigarette being dragged on. I got out of the car and walked in its direction. Lori emerged from the darkness. She looked as bored as if she were heading into work rather than getting off. She was wearing a heavy parker type jacket that was unzipped. She had changed out of her work cloths and was wearing jeans now and a grey sweater that was short enough to expose just a hint of belly flesh. I said hello to her, put my arm around her waist and gave her a small squeeze. The soft skin above her hips instigated an immediate reaction and I felt a stirring in my crouch and thought, “Jesus. I am a dirty bastard.”  It was enough to almost make me laugh out loud. But I suppressed my laugh and hurried on to Roy’s car, smiling like the drunken idiot that I am. We reached Roy’s car and Lori and I climbed into the back seat.  Everyone said their hello's and we headed towards the liquor store to pick up some beer and some bottle. Not much was said on the ride to the liquor store.  Roy had a CD of Jeff’s newest band playing. It was a good. Some kind of dub, ska mix. The Hub City Stompers if I’m not mistaken. I told Lori we were heading to the liquor store and then over to the Post Road Inn. She said that was fine. "Do you like beer?" I asked her. "Sure," she said. "Ok. What kind of liquor do you like?" "Umm... Hennessey," she replied. "That shits too expensive. What about tequila?" "That’s cool." "Ok. Cool." Nobody said anything for the next five minutes. The three of them lit cigarettes almost simultaneously. All the windows were cracked open except mine. Cold air filtered through the car. It was enough to make me shiver, but I was drunk enough that it didn’t bother me too much. We pulled into the Shop Rite parking lot across from the Woodbridge High School.   "Jeff and I will run in," I told them. "You should probably wait with the car, Roy. And Lori should stay for obvious reasons." Jeff and I got out of the car and walked toward the store. We were hunched over and walking fast to get out of cold. None of us had any real winter clothes. It was all about layers. "She got a fat ass, man," he said as we walked into the store. "Yeah," I answered. "I’ll grab the beer. Pick up a bottle of Cuervo or some cheap shit, but not too cheap. I don't want to have a fucking headache tomorrow." "Shit," he said. "You might already have a headache on your hands tomorrow." I stopped in my tracks and watched as he disappeared into a different isle. "Bastard," I muttered to myself. But he was right. This thing could go terribly wrong for me. If she got mad or caught feelings or got obsessed. If I fucked someone else and she found out about it. If I knocked her up or gave her some dormant STD that I didn't know I had. It could all go terribly wrong. Why risk it? Why? Why? Why? Because I love pussy. Because I’m getting older and uglier. Because the last time I fucked a 16 year old was when I was 16. Because most guys whether they would admit it or not, would take the opportunity if it presented itself to them. Most guys would roll the dice. Most guys would throw caution into the wind and let the chips fall where they may. And me... I am most guys. I grabbed a case of natural ice and met Jeff at the counter. He put up a bottle of Cuervo. We paid for the booze and headed out to the car. I’d wondered what Roy and Lori were talking about in there. I’d wondered if they were talking at all. When we approached the car I could see that she was laughing. A good sign I thought. Roy popped the trunk and we threw the goods inside. I hopped in the car along side Lori and she put her hand on my knee. I gave her a quick, nervous smile and we headed off to the Post. Roy had been here before so he knew the procedure. "I’ll go in," he said. "I’ll pay and give the guy my ID. You fucks wait here. When you see me walk out I will head to the room. It’ll be one of those over there probably. I’ll leave the door open. You guys walk up one by one five minutes after me. Hide the booze the best that you can." And with that he was gone. The Post parking lot was like a courtyard. There were three floors and you could pretty much see every room from the parking lot. It was more like a motel than anything else, but it was an hourly place and that was really all we needed. A few hours of sin, hedonism, and unlawful entry. (so to speak) After a few minutes we saw Roy walking threw the lot. He headed to a door about thirty yards away from us, unlocked it and stepped inside. "I guess Lori should go first," I said. "Sure," Jeff answered. "Is that cool?" I asked her. "Yeah," she replied. "Jeff and I will handle the booze," I told her. "ok." she said. "It’s only been a couple of minutes, but I’m sure that's long enough." I said. "Ok. She ya inside," she said. She got out of the car and walked to the room. In a few moments she was inside. "You grab the bottle," I told him. "I’ll wrap my jacket around the beer and come in after you." Jeff said ok and after a few moments he went in. I sat there for a few minutes and thought about the night ahead. I hadn’t been laid in a couple of weeks and was pretty damned excited. I had only wished it was me and Lori and not me and Lori and Jeff and Roy. Fuck it. Beggars can’t be choosers. And I was exactly the kind of guy that would beg for sex. Still am. I took off my jacket and threw it over the beer. It was a old brown leather jacket that I had bought for twenty bucks at a thrift store in San Francisco a few years earlier. I hurried inside and closed the door behind me. Jeff was sitting on the bed rolling a blunt. Roy was standing near the dresser opening a beer. Lori was sitting in a chair drinking a beer. She had just finished taking a pull off the tequila when I walked in. She cringed a little from the taste and chased it down with some beer. After which she smiled at me  and handed the bottle over. “Give me a beer, man,” I said to Roy. He handed me the one he just opened. I thanked him, nodded at Lori and took a long pull off the bottle. I needed to get drunk if I was going to do what I was planning on doing. We all drank for a while. Jeff, Roy, and Lori passed around the blunt. I had quit smoking weed a few years back.  Roy and I asked Lori questions about Carteret High School. It had been ten years since I had graduated. She told us what teachers were still there and such and so on and so forth. A few years earlier I was at another shitty hourly hotel with my ex-girlfriend Carrie. I went down to the vending machine to get some condoms and ran into my old vice principal in the lobby. “Holy Jesus!” I said. Mr. Barrett turned around and his face turned pinker than it usually was. “Ah. You’re being a bad dog,” I told him. “I’ll bet you a shiny nickel that ain’t your wife in the car.”  He was speechless. I took my condoms, smacked him on the back and headed back to the room. Back to the present day at this particular sleazy hotel, I decided to fill up the hot tub. At one point Jeff’s girlfriend called and he went into the bathroom and shut the door.  I drank another beer while the tub was filing and asked Lori if she wanted to join me. We stripped down to our underwear. Lori was wearing a black lace bra with matching panties. I got into the tub quickly before my hard on could reach full capacity and be detected. Her body was petite which added to the perversity of the situation. She had small hand sized tits and a round firm ass. The white skin around her navel glowed against her black panties. She climbed into the tub facing me at first. Roy sat in the chair and drank. We could faintly make out Jeff arguing with his girl in the bathroom. Lori and I had beers in our hands. She put hers on the edge of the tub and reached into the bubbling water to caress my thigh. After a few seconds she smiled and then pushed her hand further up my leg. She began to rub my cock through my wet shorts and I knew at this point if not before that there was no going back now. I was doomed and blessed all at the same time.  After a few moments, she turned around and sat in my lap. She was grinding slowly against me. I finished my beer and tossed it on the floor. I put my hands on her hips and pressed back into her. We sat this way for a while.  I kissed her neck a little as she dug her nails into my thighs.     “Do you want to get into bed?” I asked her. “Ok,” she replied. “I’ll get you a towel,” I told her. She leaned forward and I stood up to reach the towels on the rack above the hot tub. I looked over to Roy and motioned with my head towards the tub. “If you guys are getting out, I’m getting in,” he said. “Yeah we are,” I answered. Lori wrapped the towel around herself and walked over to the bed. I went around to the far side of the bed as Roy passed me on his way to the hot tub. I sat down on the bed and looked over to see if Roy had gotten into the tub. He was laying back with his Philadelphia Eagles cap covering his face. Lori dropped her towel and unhooked her bra. I sat down on the bed and put my hands on her hips. She leaned down and kissed me then went down to her knees. She pulled off my shorts and started to give me head. I had the feeling that swat teams where going to come crashing through the windows and doors at any moment. Never the less, I tried to relax. After a while, she stopped and pushed on my legs. She wanted me to get in the bed.  I swung my legs up and got under the covers. She looked over to see if Roy was still in the same spot. He was taking sips off the tequila and singing quietly to himself. Lori slipped off her panties and straddled me under the covers. She put me inside of her and leaned forward. “It’s ok to come inside of me,” she said. “I’m on the pill.” We fucked quietly under the covers while Jeff argued with his girlfriend and Roy lay in the hot tub sipping tequila and singing to himself. When she came she squeezed my hands really tight and buried her face in my chest to stifle her moaning. After a while I finished off and I held her for sometime before getting up and putting my pants and shirt on. She dressed quickly. I threw my wet underwear in the garbage, grabbed a beer and went over and kicked the side of the hot tub. “Hey fuck-o,” I said. “What’s up there, dick head,” Roy responded. “Let me get some of that tequila.” “Recipients of nook get no tequila,” he said. “Oh fuck off,” I said. “Just give it to me before I tea bag you.” He flipped up his hat and handed me the bottle. “I need to get out of this damned tub,” he said. Lori was sitting up on the bed fully clothed now. I walked over to her and handed her the tequila. She took a drink and then grabbed my beer to chase it. And then she was smiling at me. She was beautiful and content at that moment. Happy to have gotten laid. Happy to be drinking. I knew that I was not going to do this again. I didn’t know how things were going to unfold, but I knew that I would have to spend less time at Biddings now. I knew I would have to avoid her. I couldn’t have a 16 year old girlfriend or even a 16 year old fuck buddy for that matter. As luck would have it, I didn’t have to do much. She was fired from biddings two days later when she didn’t show up for a shift. Other than a couple of phone calls in the week or so that followed our night at the Post, I never heard from her or saw her again. I smiled back at her. She handed the bottle back to me and I walked over to the dresser to grab a fresh beer.  Roy was getting back in his cloths when Jeff opened the door to the bathroom. “Jesus fucking Christ!” he said. “That bitch is crazy. Give me that.” I handed him the tequila. He took a healthy swig. “God Damn!” he said. “Who wants to do some fucking coke?!”