Atlantic City: EGO Style, Part 2

Menace 10
Jan. 19, 2004
Starring: Team EGO
Writer: Leary

Out on the not-so-mean streets of Atlantic City (the really means ones were still a couple blocks away — the ones where all the homeless drug addicts roamed freely), two men boldly walked, as a third man stumbled along and called at them to wait up.

'C’mon guys,' EGO Greg Davis shouted from behind Trey Vincent and Sean Studd, looking as cool and confident as ever, despite having pounded an amount of alcohol that would make most men stagger as badly as Davis was now.

'Fucking lightweight,' Vincent laughed, looking back at Davis.

'We figured you’d be good at drinking since you were in IOW. I mean, fuck, didn’t you drink yourself to sleep every night since you were so depressed about working there?' Studd said.

Vincent and Studd both laughed as Davis bellowed a sarcastic laugh in their direction. 'HA HA HA harr. Verrrry funny guys. Douches.'

'Whoa, hold on!' Vincent said, coming to a stop. Studd cocked an eyebrow, not sure why Trey had stopped. But suddenly, Vincent bolted into a run and went flying through the front door of a hotel.

'Ohhhh, shiiiiit,' Studd laughed, running after him.

Davis ran after Studd, but tripped over his own feet. He stared down at the pavement for a few seconds. The cameraman left him there, intent on seeing what Trey and Sean were up to. Inside the lobby of a very posh-looking hotel, Trey was now standing on top of the check-in counter.

'BRING ME PARIS!' Trey shouted at the top of his lungs. 'I SWEAR I DON'T HAVE A VIDEO CAMERA. But I'll let you be on TV for free!' And then, Trey began singing that song from 'The Simple Life.' 'Well, Ms. Hilton you must be worth a trillion bucks, get the feelin' that you don’t really give a fuck! Ms. Hilton I like the way you push and glide, rollerskates on a social butterfly, whoo!'

Studd could only laugh as Team EGO had invaded the Hilton Hotel. Vincent jumped down and Studd and Vincent headed back toward the exit, knowing they wouldn’t be getting any deeper into the Hilton than that. But Trey did take a pause to ask the door man a very important question before leaving.

'Say, I heard you have a Hilton hotel in Paris...Is it HARD to get IN the Paris Hilton? Because I heard the Paris Hilton is easier to get into than the Mexican/American border.'

Back on the street, Vincent and Studd laughed and pointed at Davis, who was just pushing himself up.

'BWAHAHAHAHA,' Vincent laughed, grabbing Davis by the shirt and dragging him along with him. 'Fucking lightweight! You can’t hold your liquor!'

'Let’s head in here,' Studd recommended as they approached yet another casino.

A woman was standing out front, chatting on a cell phone and smoking a cigarette. Studd stopped dead in his tracks to look her up and down. Vincent dragged Davis inside as Studd approached the beautiful dark-haired Latino goddess. The woman paused and looked the Studdmeister up and down, seductively blowing out a puff of smoke with her sexy lips.

'You know, they say people who smoke have an oral fixation,' Studd said, a smile creeping across his lips. 'Well babe, if you want your lips to fixate on something, I’ve got something you can wrap your lips around that’s a hell of a lot better for you than that cancer stick.'

'Fuck you,' the chick said with a smile. And you KNOW what that means.

'C’mon babe. Let me give you an injection of some Vitamin-S. Studdliness is next to Godliness. And let me tell you babe, I can take you higher than God ever could.'

Meanwhile, inside, Trey Vincent and EGO Greg Davis were heading toward the bar. 'There’s only one way to increase your tolerance, Greg. Practice makes perfect. You gotta keep drinking, fecker.'

'I’m fine!' Davis put his hand on the bar to push himself into the bar stool. His hand slipped off the bar, and his bar stool tipped over backwards, and he rolled heels over head as Vincent began laughing uncontrollably. Vincent literally dropped to the floor and was laughing to the point where he was crying. Several nearby drinkers looked at the scene and had a chuckle at EGO’s stupidity.

Eventually, after several seconds, Vincent pushed himself up and helped Davis to his feet. He tossed Davis against the bar and both men took a seat.

'How you doin’?' Trey asked some hot brunette chick sitting beside him. She had on a short black skirt, purple top and leather jacket.

'Good.'

'Barkeep. Get this lovely beauty whatever she wants. On me,' Vincent said, dropping a $50 bill on the bar.

'Mimosa,' she told the bartender.

'You heard her. And bring me Jim Beam,' Vincent said, flashing a cocky grin at the lady. 'And he’s gonna be keeping me company for a while, ya dig? So leave the bottle.'

'Well, hello,' she said, turning her attention to Trey. 'What is that?' the woman asked, looking down at Trey’s lap.

'This?' Trey asked, stroking his WWC World Title belt? 'That’s a wrestling championship, darling. You want to touch it?'

'Uh, sure,' she said reaching for the title belt. Vincent knocked the belt to the floor with his left hand and her hand stroked nothing but Trey Junior.

'I knew that’s what you REALLY wanted to stroke, baby.' Vincent smiled as her hand didn’t leave his crotch, and in fact began rubbing his inner thighs. Vincent slowly put his hand on her bare thigh and began stroking her as well. 'That’s a nice dress. Green is my favorite color.'

'Green?' she asked. 'This dress is black.'

'Oh,' Vincent said, squinting. 'Whatever.'

*THUD*

Vincent looked to his left and saw Davis face down on the bar. Vincent smiled and lifted Davis up by the hair and then smacked him in the back of the head. 'What do you want to drink, Greg?'

Davis mumbled something. Vincent’s bottle arrived, along with the drink for his new ladyfriend.

'Barkeep. Get this man a Mind Eraser, STAT!'

The bartender nodded and got to work.

'A Mind Eraser?' the woman asked Trey.

'Yep. It’s a harmless drink. Greg, that’ll sober you right up. Just one taste, you’ll know.'

'Whatever,' Davis said, rubbing his eyes furiously. Then, from behind, somebody bumped into Trey’s bar stool. Vincent spun around. 'Hey, asshole.'

He came face to face with Studd and his new Latino piece of ass.

'Trey. This is, uhhh, what’s your name again?'

'Selena,' she said, extending her hand.

'Sorry, my right hand’s busy at the moment,' Trey said, smiling at his chick. 'Say, what’s your name, honey? I never did ask.'

'Mia,' she said.

'Mia and Selena. Those names sound good together. You girls ever kiss other chicks before?' Studd asked.

'No,' they both responded. The bartender returned with more glasses for the Jim Beam and Davis’ drink.

'Well, c’mon! We’re in Atlantic City!' Studd grabbed the bottle of Jim Beam and poured himself a drink, and then one for Selena. Studd looked over at Davis, who was drinking from his Mind Eraser, oblivious to the brutalizing effects of it because it tastes so tame.

'You girls want to kiss each other?' Vincent asked them.

Both smiled shyly.

'Oh, we KNOW what that means. C’mon darling.' Vincent stood up and dragged Mia to her feet. Vincent and Studd stood beside their ladies as Davis turned around. As did most of the people in the immediate area who had heard Vincent mention a lesbian kiss. What straight guy WOULDN’T want to see it?

Both girls looked at each other for a few seconds and Studd and Vincent shoved them closer towards each other. And then, it happened. Selena made the bold move, grabbing Mia by the cheeks and jamming her mouth against her. What started out as just a kiss became longer and longer, as tongues were introduced. Mia had a tongue ring. It was all going great. Studd and Vincent clinked glasses and downed some Jim Beam as both women embraced and continued making out with each other.

Life couldn’t get any better than this moment.

Or could it?

Suddenly, through a window, three letters blazing in neon red grabbed Vincent’s attention. Why hadn’t he noticed these three letters before? Who knows! But he saw it now. After Studd and Vincent downed another glass apiece, and Vincent could steal Studd’s attention from the girls, he pointed at the letters across the street.

XXX.

Studd winked at Vincent. Vincent smiled back.

'Come on girls, we’re leaving!'

'We are?' Mia asked.

*CRASH*

That was the sound of Davis falling over as he tried to stand up. Vincent and Studd looked at him and laughed again, before recovering enough to explain what was going on.

'We’re heading across the street,' Vincent said, still snickering as Davis stared at the floor from a pushup position. Almost as if he were at the point of puking his guts out.

Both girls looked through the window. They looked at each other.

'I don’t want to go there,' Selena said.

'Yeah,' Mia agreed.

'Well fuck you bitches then,' Vincent said. 'Gentlemen, let’s go.'

Studd and Vincent yanked Davis to his feet. Davis had that look on his face, like he was trying to force vomit back down into his stomach as he was violently pulled to his feet. Studd and Vincent left the girls there as the camera slowly began to zoom in on the letters underneath the XXX sign that Team EGO had not noticed from their blurry vision.

'I had no idea,' Selena said.

'I guess you just never know,' Mia said with a shrug, taking Vincent’s bottle of Jim Beam. 'Wanna grab a seat?'

'Sure,' Selena said.

Those two words underneath the XXX sign now became clear to the viewers at home: Naked Men.

NEXT CHAPTER: Atlantic City: EGO Style, Part 3 >>

©2004 John Leary