Mike & Jay's Apex Adventure
It's some time after 4:00 am and I am waiting for the washer to stop so I can dry Jay's clothes. No, that wasn't a typo. It's almost daybreak and I am still up while Jay is passed out in my bed. How did I get into this situation you ask? Well I'm about to tell you. 
It's an amusing story and hopefully I can get it all out coherently before I collapse from exhaustion.
It started this afternoon. Jay was meeting up for dinner with Tash, a mutual friend of ours from high school. Jay and I only recently made contact again with Tash and her sister Karen. We all basically lost touch after graduation.
Anyway so they were getting together and Jay invited me along. We met at Tash and Karen's place and then headed into Old Town where we had dinner. Tash mentioned a "warm up" party she had been invited to along with Karen being held by some other former acquaintances from high school. Turns out these people were of the Republican WASP variety. As you can imagine they were all disturbed when the lesbo (Jay) and the fag (me) showed up along with Tash. We were glared at and gossiped about. It was amusing.
While Jay chatted with the host (a man who is very tight lipped about his life and has ALWAYS screamed of being Gay yet is very closeted and full of issues - my Gaydar went off immediately. To quote Eve Tokimatsuri from Megazone 23 III, "You can't fool the creator's eyes."). I interjected myself into almost every conversation making witty repartee. The WASPs were ruffled by that, not only was I fabulous and flaming but I was intelligent and could keep up with the best of them. Closet Host Boy was VERY intimidated by me (probably afraid I would out him) yet the other hetero guys didn't seem to mind my presence too much. The women were more threatened by me. Guess they were afraid I'd start recruiting or something. Silly bitches.
We left the warm up party and headed over to the pub Front Page in DC. There we met up with even more former high school WASPs. I'm telling you it was a WASP reunion that quickly spiraled out of control. After about an hour and a half Jay and I were bored and ready to have some real fun. Standing around sipping cocktails and making dull conversation with dull young Republican yuppies is not our scene. So we made our goodbyes and headed over to the Gay club Apex.
Neither one of us had ever been to Apex but we'd heard it was a heavy Lesbian hangout. I'm still not sure if it is or if it was just Lesbian night because a good number of Gay men go there. Either way there were lots of Lesbians and Jay was lit up and ready to get her groove on. The poor dear is having game issues and needs to get some confidence back after her break up 6 months ago.
It was pretty crowded and after we got some drinks we proceeded to try and mingle and dance. Problem is Jay was very nervous and not drunk enough yet to totally venture out on her own. So she clung to me while dancing, so much so in fact that the handful of cute single Gay boys there were getting confused or turned off. This was unacceptable. Also the Lesbians were confused and didn't do much other than eye Jay up occasionally, which was also bad as the purpose of going there was for her to practice flirting and hooking up.
So I did what any good friend would do: I ditched her ass! I just slithered into the crowd and made my way to the balcony where I kept an eye on her. I figured she'd sink or swim. If she sank I would come to her aid, if she swam I would leave her to enjoy the experience. I wasn't gone long before she found a mildly homely mullet girl to dance with. It wasn't great but you have to start somewhere and this showed she was OK. That being squared away I turned my attentions to hunting for a man.
I had spotted a cute guy earlier but he kept migrating all over the place and I was sure he had left by the time I separated from Jay. Lucky for me he hadn't and I found him near the back. It was time to go to work. I have never really successfully seduced a man in a club before. I rely on internet dating for hook ups and such. What can I say? I can be very shy sometimes. Besides you never meet good guys in these places so what's the point. With the net you get more of what you really want. At least that's been my experience.
Anyway I finally tracked this cutie down. He was about 6ft, Latin, with a goatee, glasses and a little chubby. He was ADORABLE! I see him sitting alone in a corner on a love seat. Talking a moment to focus I slipped into full blown sex mode, sporting a seductive Sharon Stone-esque walk straight out of Basic Instinct. I glided over to a love seat diagonal to him and slowly and sensually lit up a cigarette, then sat down and crossed my legs. I made intense eye contact with him, which he responded to with a nod of his head.
All systems were go! Only problem was I wasn't sure how I was going to strike up a conversation with him. He couldn't hear me from where I was and I had nothing subtle to do that would get me over there. Talk about poor planning.
The fates were smiling on me though because a woman sat down next to me, and her girlfriend stood in front of her. I took the opportunity to offer her my seat and then I crossed over and sat next to the guy and said, "hello." This was a bold move and I was very nervous but careful not to let it show. He said hello and introduced himself as Kaul. We started chatting. Seems he had come there with a female friend of his who was going through the same situation Jay was. Within five minutes of conversation I was straddling his lap and we were making out with the intensity of a mid-summer hurricane. What a MOUTH! He sucked on my tongue so hard I swear he was going to tear it out of my throat!!! I was both aroused and in a little pain.
We carried on like that, shifting from love seats to dance floor to bar, to a different set of love seats. BTW he speaks seven languages fluently (English, Spanish, French, Italian, Portuguese, Chinese, and Arabic). Let me tell you he left three of them on the side of my neck! I sure hope that clears up by Monday morning. 
Before we parted ways we exchanged numbers. After that I found Jay who was seriously plastered and took her outside, as we had to catch the train back. She was not in a good way. She was so drunk she was weaving everywhere, was half disoriented and become sick in some ornamental shrubs. I got her a hot bagel and some water at a late night café and then took her to the train.
She slept most of the way home and I knew there was no way I could take her back to her parents place in that condition. So I took her home with me and put her in my bed. I stripped the majority of her clothes off of her and threw them in the wash. She fought me, but I mostly succeeded and gave her one of my old white oxford shirts from high school to sleep in. I figured it was the most appropriate thing considering our earlier encounter.
Which brings me to right now, which is about 5 am. The clothes have stopped and I need to throw them into the dryer and get some rest. Merlin is very confused by her presence here and he's not going to like me sleeping on the couch (which is his bed practically). Tomorrow will be very interesting.
