The Fight Club (2 page)

Noah

"Good evening, sir!. Shall I bring you the usual?" Sam asked me as I grabbed a chair in front of the bar. Sam had worked at the Maxim bar for a long time, and me being a regular customer here, he understood me and my tastes.

"Yes
,
Every Monday I come here, and you dare to ask me the same question again and again
.
Where is your manager? I want to complain about the bad service." I chuckled, as he knew I was joking.

"I'll be asking the same questions every Monday as well, sir." He smiled and poured a shot of whiskey for me.

"Who do you think I should take out for a date tonight?" I moved my gaze from all the people around, searching for my prey.

"It's your choice, sir! " he paused. "You have already asked this question twenty-six times." Sam chuckled as he put my glass on the bar top.

"Who is your manager again?" I asked.

"Jesse, and you know him too, Mr. Noah Rich." He smiled and poured more whiskey in my glass, as I’d emptied the earlier one.

I liked the man. He was jolly, and wasn't affected by my fame. With him I never had to ask for a refill.

"What do you think about the brunette there?" I stared at a girl in red dress, standing at the opposite corner of the bar.

"The one in red? I think I saw her with a man. He kissed her like he’s her boyfriend," he replied.

"That makes it more interesting. I like her large tits. Unless she’s married, I don't have an issue in claiming them." My mind was already playing with them.

"You can try, but I doubt you’ll score tonight. You’ll get punched by her boyfriend,” he said, taking away my glass.

"There is no girl in L.A. who can say no." I jumped up. I was ready for the hunt. "What do you say? If I get her to sleep with me, will you pay for my drink next Monday?"

"I'm not falling for that again. You’ve already cost me one day's worth of my salary." He got back to attending another customer. He’d lost the bet once. He wasn't ready to lose it again.

I smiled and made my way to the lady in the red, with my eyes fixed on her tits. I wanted to see them bare and bouncing with every stroke I pushed inside her pussy.

"Hello, miss," I said.

She looked my way. "Are you talking to me?" She had a soft voice, augmenting her flawless skin and red cheeks.

"Of course. There is no one else as beautiful as you in this whole bar." I gave her my special smile, the cocky one. I knew girls fall for that.

"Oh. Hello Mr..."

"Noah Rich. CEO of Orange Computers." I extended my hand.

"Did you just say Orange Computers?" Her eyes widened.

"Yes. The one with the thinnest laptop out there. We’re launching a new mobile soon. If you want, I can show you the prototype." I lured her, I knew she would be amazed by the idea of looking at a prototype design.

"And what brings me this honor?" she asked, eyes hungry at the opportunity.

"Nothing other than giving me the chance to have dinner with you." I winked.

"Just a dinner? Nothing else?" she looked around. She must be thinking about her partner.

"I don't mind if you decide to ride my cock for the night after the dinner." Girls loved rough. And I gave them exactly that. "I hope you don't have a crazy husband or boyfriend who will kill me for just talking to you." I smirked. I didn't want me and a married woman making the news next day.

"No no, I'm on my first date. But the hell with it. You’re way more charming than him. Let's go." She took my arm.

"I must warn you."

"About what?" she asked.

"If any reporter catches a glimpse of you with me, you will turn into a news item overnight."

"Who cares? I'm thinking about the night ahead, and the prototype, of course." She giggled.

I knew her kind. Foolish for fame. And I liked those ones, because there was no next day breakfast-type interaction. Once I was done fucking her, she’d be out of my hotel room in next few minutes. Just my type of gal.

***

One hour later, she was lying in my bed, texting someone from her mobile.

"I hope it's not your husband you’re texting." I didn’t want to fuck a married woman, even by mistake. That would be a complete mess, and I didn’t want any marriage to break because of me.

"Come on, it's my mom. I told her I would come stay with her tonight. But I doubt you would leave me before tomorrow afternoon." She winked.

I wasn't planning for that. I just wanted to fuck her, and then let her go. After all, she was the twenty seventh one. I didn't plan to spend my whole night with her. But I didn't want to tell this to her right now, so I just smiled at her.

"Now, come on. What are you waiting for?" She raised her hands to either side of her torso, inviting me in.

"I got it. You’re horny. Don’t you worry. Your pussy will be exhausted when I get done." I leaned over and grabbed those large tits I was dreaming of touching for the last two hours. It would be a pleasure to free them from her bra.

"Be gentle with them.” She laughed.

"Anything but.”

I quickly lowered her dress down her shoulder, I wanted to see those tits bare and naked.

Fifteen minutes later, she was lying on the edge of the bed. I was standing in front of her, and her legs were propped on my shoulders. I was fucking her brains out, and she was crying in ecstasy. My eyes were fixed on her bouncing tits because that was my ecstasy for that night. The more her tits bounced, the more I patted myself, in my mind. They looked exactly as I imagined when I first noticed her this evening.

***

"Gosh, you came so hard. I'm already exhausted. I’ll need a heavy breakfast tomorrow morning." She sighed as I rolled next to her on the bed.

"Are you planning to stay here for the whole night?" I never gave excuses to women I fucked. I just didn't want to be stuck with those girls, having pity fights. No. I don't do sleepovers.

"What did you just say?
What the fuck?
Are you throwing me away, just after you fucked my brains out? How cheap. I don't expect this from a billionaire like you,” she complained.

"Do you really think that you’re the first girl to say this?" I smirked. "I might just lose the count."

My voice saddened. I fucked for just the sake of fucking. It was the twenty seventh Monday when I fucked a woman and then asked her to leave the hotel room.

"What a crap person you are!" She threw a cushion at me.

"I don't want to say
get out,
but I literally mean the same." Once she leaves the room, I’ll check in another hotel room I booked. After all, how could I sleep in the same bed where I fucked a woman I didn’t care about?

She walked to me, still naked. She goddamn slapped me pretty hard. But she wasn't the first one. It was one of many slap I had received

But it was nothing compared to the slap Tonya gave me.

"Do you know you are the biggest jerk I ever met?" she blurted.

"Please don't try anything. No one would believe you slept with a multi-billionaire. They will think it’s a publicity stunt."

"I take my words back. You are actually an asshole." She collected her scattered clothes from the floor.

I opened the door for her when she was ready to go. When she left the room, I saw a tear drop from her eye. I sensed sadness in my heart. But it was nothing compared to the sadness Tonya had given me.

"Come on, Noah. You don't have to worry about her. She will be in someone else’s lap by tomorrow," I whispered, pouring a glass of whiskey for myself because the night was just starting and I knew I wouldn't get any sleep. Mondays were like that. Sleepless and painful.

"Till next Monday." I raised my glass to myself.

***

"So how did your Monday go?" Nina asked me as I sat across her. Her black eyes sparkled with curiosity. She was my therapist, and I guess therapist don't feel any emotion for their client.

These therapy sessions were a gift from my Uncle Sam. I don't know why I accepted his offer, to join a therapy after my emotional breakdown couple years back.

I preferred these sessions after the first Monday of every month, so I could talk with her about my emotions. She was good at what she did, and once, I even thought of asking her out on a date. But she wasn't my type, and if I had fucked her, I would’ve lost a good therapist.

"You know me very well, and still you bother to ask?" I hated her, because she had a canny ability to peek in my mind and know what I was thinking at that moment. But I gave her full credit for my recovery after that night with Tonya.

"And it's the only thing remaining that makes you come here. If you get over your Monday excursions, you are free to avoid these sessions. I'll even tell Sam that you are completely better.” She gave me her typical smile. She knew that I was cursing her in my mind at that moment.

"I hate you." I said it in her face, but that wasn't new to her. I've said it more than a hundred times in last two years.

"We were discussing your hobbies last time. Why did you stop fighting?"

"Because I don't really have time. Do you know Orange Computers is investing one billion dollars in China, and I need every moment of my time for that project? Even when I'm sitting with you here, I'm losing thousands of dollars. Maybe millions."

She rolled her eyes. "Why don't you take some time out of your busy schedule and join a fight club, just for training? If you can get take time out for fucking a random woman every first week of the month, I guess you can take out an hour in your weekly schedule."

"Why do you want me to fight again? What's the motive behind it?"

"I think it will be good for you. You can definitely blow off some steam. I can see it will benefit you. And you still have a great body for it.”

"If you weren't my therapist, I would think you’re hitting on me." I chuckled. I considered Nina as one of person who gave me good advice. Though I hated her sometimes, but I did enjoy these sessions with her. The best part of the sessions was I could talk about anything with her, and she listened to me.

"I wouldn't have bothered even if I wasn't your therapist, because you look like a dirty millionaire trying to get his hands on sweet girls like me." She giggled.

I laughed back at her. She knew that I wasn't going to hit on her.

"I will see if I can get back into Mixed Martial Arts," I replied as I got up from the chair. The hour was finished, and I had to attend a very important meeting.

Julie

"Fuck! Fuck! You’re gay?" I couldn't believe him. How could he be gay? We had been in a relationship for more than a couple of years now. How can he drop a bomb on me, just like that?

I grabbed his arms and shook him, to snap him out of it. "Please tell me you’re lying. You can't be gay, Eddie. You can't do this."

He looked at me with lifeless eyes. "It's true, Julie. I've wanted to tell you this for almost a year now. I couldn't get myself to speak out."

"You bastard! You’ve been fucking me all year, without telling me you’re gay?"

My hand rose and slapped him hard. My brain was on fire. I got scared that I might harm him beyond imagination. "Get out of this apartment, you fucking asshole!” I shouted.

"Or should I get out of here?" I wiped my face and walked out of there. I would have hit him again if I stayed there.

When I stepped out of my apartment, I felt a big knot in my stomach, the biggest one I ever felt in my life. I was out of breath. I felt like dying. My knees went weak and I fell on ground. My life turned hopeless in a moment. I needed some time to process everything.

"I'm sorry, Julie. But I'm gay."
Eddie's words echoed in my mind.

"How could you, you bastard?" I screamed.

A man passing by jumped, then gave me a weird look. It was embarrassing and shameless for me to be in that position. I wish I could kill Eddie with my bare hands, but he wasn't there.

What now?

I kept walking, weeping without making any sound. The further I walked, the more I cried. I didn't know where I was going, I just wanted to walk till the end of the world. My heart had been cut into pieces and served to me on a golden platter. What was he thinking when he started dating me? It was like he wanted to play with something, so he opened my heart and squeezed it with his bare hands.

"How could you do this, Eddie?" I shouted again. The pain was becoming unbearable. I wanted to shout, cry, or hit someone hard. But I was in a public place, and with the little pride I had left, I didn’t want to embarrass myself more. Then I suddenly realized I was standing in front of Central Park.

I walked inside. As it was evening, it was full of people. I looked for a lonely place. To my surprise, I found one, and then I shouted from the bottom of my heart. I fell on my knees and started hitting the ground with all my might. That bastard fucked my whole life up, and I couldn't do anything about it.

Just half an hour back, I was the happiest girl in the world. I was going to propose Eddie and ask him to marry me, and now I was alone and helpless. My future husband lied to me for years about he being a gay. It changed my life completely. Four years of my life went
poof.

"How could you, Eddie. Why did you?" I shouted, but no answer came back. Why would it come? Eddie was gay, and nothing would change that. My life was a broken record now.

What am I going to do now?

"I can't go back to the club and tell, Martha that my boyfriend is gay, and he was getting fucked by a man when I was about to propose to him,” I said out loud. I felt the knot in my stomach coming back. "No. They will laugh at me. They will tease me every day. I can't go back there."

The breathlessness increased. I lay down on the ground, trying to take deep breaths.

Am I dying?

I wasn’t. But if I went back to the club, I would, for sure.
I have to quit the club. There’s no way I'm going back there.

I pulled my phone and typed a message to the club manager, telling her of my resignation. I hit send without giving it another thought. That wasn't an option anymore.

I needed to speak with someone about all this, but there wasn't anyone in the world whom I could speak to about this. I had only one relative in the whole world, and that was my mother. But I couldn't tell this to her. She was in a cancer care center, and telling her about my broken life would worsen her health. She would die if she heard that I left Eddie and just quit my job.

Wait. I have to pay for her treatment.
My mother's insurance was no good, and couldn't pay completely for her bills. Even getting them to pay half of her monthly treatment cost turned out to be a pain in the ass. I paid for the other half of her treatment through my health club salary.

Speaking of which I don't have any more.

Another knot formed in my stomach. How was I going to pay for the medical bills? If I don't pay them even for a month, they will throw her out into a public care hospital.
How am I going to save you, Mom?
I could have called my boss and got my job back. But I wasn't going to.

A fresh round of tears came out of my eyes. Everything was happening because of my stupidity. What was I thinking?  No one quits a well paying job when their mother is in expensive cancer care center.

God, please save me from this mess.
But God wasn't listening to my cries, if he would have, he wouldn't have turned Eddie gay.

So where did I stand? My boyfriend was gay, my mother was in the hospital, and I just quit my job. I didn't know how could I be pay next month's bill for my mother's treatment.

How could it get any worse?