“Well, come on, Brooks Brothers. You the one talking all that shit. Let me see you peel off that tight-ass Superman suit and give me what you got.”

I began to look around at the other tables to see if anyone had heard us. I was sure they had heard some of it, but they were mostly white folks who would rather ignore the embarrassment of it all.

All of a sudden, all eyes were on me.

I said, “So, now you wanna get my suit all messed up from messing around with you.”

I was basically stalling. My game plan had failed, and theirs was working wonders. They were all ready to venture up to the room and get wild. It felt like that was what they wanted all along. I had been the fool.

Janice said, “You won’t get your damn suit messed up. I’m gonna be the one on my knees.”

Corey started shaking his head and was grinning from ear to ear. He said, “I told you how they were, man.”

He was saying it right to their faces. I had the feeling they were hookers or something. I mean, how obvious could we get? I couldn’t budge.

Corey said, “Come on, Terrance, let’s rock and roll wit’ it.”

With them just standing around and waiting for me, people started to look curiously in our direction, so I finally stood up to make my way over to the elevators. I didn’t want to continue drawing so much attention to us.

Janice kept talking smack on our way up the elevators to the room.

“Now we’ll see what your tight faggot ass got to prove.”

I didn’t even have any damn condoms. I just knew my plan was foolproof. For once, my cell phone wasn’t even ringing.

Come on, somebody fucking call me! I panicked. I was ready to make a call on my own in a minute.

“Why you so quiet now?” Selena asked me with a grin. We were getting off on the sixteenth floor.

This is fucking ridiculous! I told myself. I was ready to say Fuck it all! and break the hell out of there, but I didn’t.

We made it to Corey’s room, and he had double beds. Had this motherfucker been planning a tag-team match? I assumed…Hell, I didn’t know what I assumed. I just didn’t expect to be in that situation that night.

I sat down on the long dresser cabinet and began to scramble in my mind for a last-ditch opportunity to get the hell out of there. Before I knew it, Corey and Selena were already taking their clothes off with no foreplay or anything.

I had to look away to stop from seeing the man’s ass.

“What’s wrong now?” Janice asked me. She walked over close and began to grab at my clothes.

I grabbed her hands to stop her. I said, “I don’t even have any condoms with me.”

“I got condoms.”

Selena said, “We all have condoms in here. Are you crazy?”