Did I actually agree to take sex off the table? That may have been the most fucked up thing I've ever done. I almost had her in the elevator. She was practically waiting for me to kiss her and then she took off the minute the doors opened. Christ, this one may be more trouble than she's worth. I shouldn't have to work this hard to get any woman. That's exactly why I'm at this club. It's in the heart of Times Square and there's a hotel an elevator ride away. It's what every man's fuck pad dreams are made of. I paid for a room in Hotel Aeon as soon as I walked through the doors. Now I've got my drink in my hand, a clear view of the club's entrance and a pocket full of condoms. If I fuck someone tonight, Libby Duncan becomes just another girl in the chorus line. This insatiable need I'm feeling isn't about her. I'm here to prove that to myself. I watch the steady stream of women entering the club. I can have my pick. It's a sea of blondes and brunettes with an occasional redhead tossed in the mix to throw the balance off.
