Thrills and Spills.
Honestly it was an impressive achievement that you even got past the bouncer. This was a high end club and only the best looking, richest clientele were permitted. Calli ticked all those boxes: Obey cap, Supreme t-shirt, Jordans, she was kitted out no doubt. Factoring in her Rolex and jacket as well as her other attire, you reckon the entire outfit she was sporting must be in the region of at least 30k. Herself and Kiara vouched for you so you got in without any trouble and were feeling pretty chuffed about the whole situation.
The club sported a western style, in terms of both clients and cocktails. Lights were low and the dance floor where the DJ was playing was partitioned away from the primary bar and the VIP booths further behind. The thump of the bass could still be felt reverberating through the upholstery. It made for a cool atmosphere and considering you put a significant effort into putting yourself together for the night out, it felt like it complemented your style.
Kiara got a call and said she would be back in an hour, in the meantime you got to hang out with Calli without any hassle from anyone else. It was the perfect opportunity to settle down and start up some small talk, maybe even flirt a bit if things started going well. After Kiara briefly apologised for having to dip so early, you were both escorted to the VIP booth by the chaperone. This was out of the way of the main bar and any other prying eyes. Some of the perks of hanging out with a rap artist you guessed.
Drinks were ordered. You thought it curious that Calli opted for such heavy spirits as you had her down as more of a strawberry daiquiri type girl. Anyway, you assumed she must have built up a tolerance to hard liquor due to her many nights out post-show. Time to begin the conversation you thought.
"You come here often?" A cheesy line to open with of course but you had to start with something.
"Ya boy's been making it pretty big recently so I've started coming to higher class joints like this one. Y'know how it is, gotta make my presence felt on the scene every now and again," she replied nonchalantly.
"Oh that's pretty cool."
Time passed as you guys chatted, she had been drinking merrily, gleefully reminiscing about her early rap performances on the scene and excitedly rambling on about her upcoming gigs. The more she talked, the more she drank. Soon vodka 'n' coke wasn't doing enough for her and she ordered some white russians instead. She justified the switch by saying there was far more caffeine in the latter beverage to help keep her perked up. It became glaringly obvious that she intended to get plastered tonight, for whatever reason. Maybe it was that rap and rock and roll lifestyle she was aspiring to. It would be one thing if she could actually hold her drink however. This was not the case as soon became evident, she went through the stages of tipsy, to buzzed, to full blown drunk in the space of only 45 minutes.
"Yo, you sure like to knock 'em back dontcha?" You asked probingly.
"Guh, ya boy hasn't been able to sleep much lately, especially after these last few gigs. Caffeine in my drinks helps me stay awake. Plus it tastes good, so big ups I guess." She said as she knocked back another glass.
"Yeah I get you, it's only like 0:30 AM though so maybe squeeze the breaks a little 'till your girl gets back anyway? After all, we got the whole night ahead of us."
"Whatever... Say you wanna see my new tat?"
"Sure."
She pulled up her skirt to reveal a flaming phoenix on her inner thigh, you weren't sure what to expect or what it symbolised but you thought it suited her.
There was no denying she was glitzed up, black high heels, eyeliner, a perfume that tantalised everyone in the vicinity. The culmination of these features produced a tasteful gyaru look. You couldn't believe your luck that she agreed to join you for a few drinks. Of course you didn't think anything would come from it but still, it was elating.
Then that's when it happened. Calli suddenly began 'guh'ging. Her cheeks swelled up with vomit but she couldn't swallow it back down in time and without any warning the payload burst forth with a grotesque pressure, like a fireman's hose and splooshed all over the booth. Horrifyingly enough, you could even discern chunks revealing the remnants of her dinner. The texture was like toothpaste, way thicker and gloopier than what you'd expect. The putrid smell was enough to make you wince. The way it combined with her perfume produced a surreal amalgamation of scents. You looked down to see a rancind slick coating all over your slacks. Both of your clothes were all but entirely ruined by her mess.
She brazingly started smearing it all over your lap with an invitingly perverted look in her eyes, as if this unbelievably embarrassing ordeal was somehow turning her on. Still bits of vomit clung to the outside of her mouth as she smiled. “Huh, I bet you got a nice cock under there. Guh, whenever this happens I get so turned on.”
In the midst of this shameful display, a second wave of barf followed; a darker shade of yellow than the first and even more viscous in quality. This time it was like she purposefully vomited over herself, she made no attempt to direct the torrent anywhere but her bust and lap. She was dripping with the stuff by the time the filth from her mouth ceased gushing out. The sheer volume of it! What sat before you now was a gross puke-encoated Calli, too drunk to even realise how far she had debased herself in public. The globular mess she had produced was still dripping from her mouth. The bitch looked and smelled like a complete deadbeat. In the space of only a few short minutes she transformed from drop dead gorgeous to this vile slobbering slag.
A strange ephemeral thought gripped you then, how could something so beautiful create something so vile? Buckets worth of the stuff. You couldn't find an answer that satisified your question, instead writing it off as something that would fall under the vague category of the 'duality of man.'
She started smearing the puddle of sick over herself, drawing her puke-addled fingers through her hair making it look like natto and groping herself. Her left hand reached down between her damp thighs, her right found itself up through the bottom of her apparel onto her bare tits which were now being coated in vomit.
"Get a hold of yourself you stupid cow! What if the waitress or Kiara comes back here!? What would she think if she saw you in this state!? We'll get kicked out you fucking drunk!"
"Uuuh dude, I don't really, like, care about that."
The situation was now deteriorating into some sort of bizarre masturbation session, especially after you clearly shut down her advances. There was no way to deny the fact that she was vigorously groping herself. It was impossible to keep track of where and where the vomit was not at this stage. It was all over the place, on her hands (which she was using on herself), on the table, even some splash marks painted the walls. It was like she did this sort of thing before but there was no way that could be true, could it? Moaning aloud now, she abandoned any semblance of self-control she still had and molested herself freely. "Uh fuck, It feels so warm when I rub it on my nips."
You didn't notice at the time but some of her chunks landed in your glass and as you impulsively took a nervous swig, it was too late. Her alcohol-drenched stomach-borne chunks were already being swallowed. You let the glass drop from your hand in shock, which she found amusing for some reason. This was enough to enrage you. You instinctively slapped her across her pale face, half out of instinct half out of a desperate attempt to force her to gain some composure. She just smiled vacantly as if nothing had happened and continued to feel herself. The boozed up slag had no idea what was happening at this point and only wanted two things: to vomit and to get herself off. You grabbed her by her dumb looking ponytail and yanked her head up only to bonk it down hard off the table, smashing her sunglasses in the process. Good, it pissed you off how she wore them inside anyway. You can't believe you were ever attracted to this hag.
Nothing seemed to phase her, not even your hate-filled blows. You could do nothing else now other than to scowl in disgust. What a disappointment. You thought about calling her a taxi or something but on further consideration you concluded she deserved to wallow in her puddle of puke. You got up and left her there in the booth where some unfortunate soul would soon discover her and kick her out (maybe even Kiara). Regardless as to what happened you hoped Calli would get arrested in the process. Calli was too wasted at this stage to even notice you leaving but as you looked back one last time, you noticed how she stopped fingering herself and started gagging once more, on the verge of committing yet another vile atrocity. Wannabe poser deserved to remain fucked up for the rest of the night you thought.
"Gross bitch," you muttered aloud as you promptly ditched the club. In the distance, what sounded like a bucket of water being spilled on the floor cut through the music to your ears.