Post by Sandy Coconutz on Apr 18, 2019 20:24:35 GMT -5
F U C K I T
Saturn's Night Club. Sacramento, CA.
:: Hypno-e-SEX-tronica pumps through the crowd with sexual vibes that keeps everyone loose and feeling free. The bump and grind keeps everybody close and crazy. I’m at the DJs table with a drink in each of my hands, with beads around my neck and grinding up on the DJ while coo’ing and moaning with a giggle in between. The Sex-tronica slows and comes to an end and I take the DJs mic. ::
Sandy Coconutz: WOOOOO-HOOOO! Alright! Ladies and gentlemen and those beyond the binary, its ya girl, Sandra Castraldi, AKA, SandyC, AKA, Sandy Coconutz and I’ll be with you all night here at Saturn's Night Club. Saturn, make some noise!
:: All the girls scream, throwing their hands in the air as I reach out with my right hand, limping my wrist and give a wave of my fabulous rings. ::
Sandy Coconutz: Aii Looove iet. Now ladies, I’ll be walking around with these numbered poker chips that can be put into raffle to win yourself a free spa day! So if you see me, make sure you get one. Now go get wild but be safe! Remember ladies, its your body, its your choice!
:: trotting myself off the staging and down onto the floor, bopping around and handing out poker chips but holy fuck, phaleaze! I get bumped by a man then by someone else then into a waiting bear hug and a hand over my mouth by a third. The trio disappears into the crowd. I’m kicking and screaming but no one can hear me. They take me out a side exit into an alleyway. Outside, I’m kicking and struggling to get free but my small size works against me.
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The two free men each take a leg and pull them apart, running their hands up my legs and under my micro skirt. They rub their digits against my ‘softness.’ UGH! I’m able to kick one guy in the nose, sending him away. The other man tries to attack but I wrap my legs around his neck and pull him in, causing the man holding me to loosen his grip. I manages to slip free, kicking the attacker in the face with the spoke before turning and doing a split into a shot to the groin of the man that was holding me. I try to move towards the door but falls flat on my face, suffering a busted lip and black eye before getting up and scrambling back through the door. stomping through the door, taking a left and going down hall towards the manager's office, I barge in and grabbing my jacket and purse. The manager sees me and uses his hands to pump the brakes, kicking his feet off the table and standing up. ::
Jerry the Promoter: Hey, where are you going?
Sandy Coconutz: Wheres Brickson? I was dragged out into the back, attacked, assaulted, touched and where was security? Why am I not priority number one. Its clear I’m not safe here. Its clear that no one is safe here. You need to fix this and until you do, I’m out. I’ll take my hosting fee and I’m gone, Jerry.
:: Jerry pumps the brakes again.::
Jerry: Alright, alright, I’m sorry that happened.
:: Jerry walks over and ‘Joe Bidens’ my shoulders, which peels back my skin; causing me to crawl out of it. I coil away and turns, putting up that one bitch finger to retort. ::
Sandy Coconutz: You don’t touch me. You don’t know me. You don’t know me. You do NOT touch me. I don’t want to be touched. Who do you even think you are?”
:: Clenching my fist and bury it into my palm.::
Sandy Coconutz: I will give you these bones, I’m so super serious right now, you like don’t even know. I’ll give you these hands like the devil wears prada.
Jerry: Sandy, I’m sor-
Sandy Coconutz: Shut up, just shut your mouth. Don’t you try and mansplain to me your revisionist trauma. You don’t have the right to control my trauma. You don’t.
:: I begin to start twisting finger into Jerry's face. ::
Sandy Coconutz: You just give me my money.
:: Jerry once again pumps the brakes, backing off with the sweat down his brow. Jerry walks around to the framed picture behind his desk. He moves it aside and manipulates the dial to a wall safe. He opens it, grabs some cash and hands it to Sandy who stuffs it into her purse. I walk out without saying a word. Fuck that guy. I go down the hall and through the crowd and slips out unnoticed except by Brickson, the 6’8 400lb bouncer who was at the door. ::
Brickson: Whoa, where you going babygirl?
:: Brickson coughs at me with that pressed upper lip. EW! ::
Sandy Coconutz: Don’t talk to me, Brickson.
:: I keep walking, lighting a cigarette and puffing on it with stressful drags, like OMG what just happened? Is this even real life? I get a couple of yards from the club as it starts to rain. Holy shit. What the fuck? I run and duck under the awning of a closed shop as the headlights illuminate and pass me by. taking drag after drag, although I’m not necessarily a smoker but more in social settings. However, in times like these, exceptions are made. I look over to the side, while exhaling smoke into the night air and sees an worn flyer on a telephone pole. I walk up to it, peel it off and examines it. ::
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Sandy Coconutz: Those assholes!
:: Below it another flyer. ::
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:: Exhaling the last drag of my cigarette and flick it away into the street. ::
Sandy Coconutz: Fuck it.
:: I take the flyer and walks off into the night. ::