After opening the boot of the car he lifted the carpet of the boot out and there, in the hollow where the spare wheel should have been, was a large, metal Samsonite case that was chained to the mounting that usually held the wheel in place. The case needed a combination code to open it and Peter quickly spun the dials and opened it.
The inside of the case was partitioned and in one side were bags of ecstasy tablets and in the other were bags of cocaine. The third was empty and this is where Peter placed the money. Then he took two bags of E’s out and five large, medium and small bags of cocaine out of their compartments and placed them in his jeans. In each bag of ecstasy where fifty tabs and that should be enough to see him through the rest of the night. After collecting the drugs he closed and locked everything and left the garage to make his way back into the town centre.
*
His night after this was a pretty standard Saturday night for him. He made lots of sales and generally had a good time. He obtained two young ladies’ phone numbers and even managed to persuade one young lady into the toilets of a club for a quick session of sexual intercourse. While he was sat on the toilet she was sat on top of him sliding up and down his penis with her vagina as she snorted cocaine out of the palm of his hand and quickly had an intense orgasm. Peter though was left unsatisfied so he told the girl to stand up and he did too. He lay out a line of coke along the top of the cistern then bent her over the toilet and penetrated her from behind. She sucked up the cocaine like a hoover and then begged for some more. Peter happily obliged and while she hoovered up this line he carried on drilling into her and then had a good, satisfying orgasm. He pulled out of her and then quickly pulled up his underwear and pants and left the girl in the cubicle promptly forgetting about her. He did not even know her name.
After this quickie he left the club, made his way back to his car and then back to his house where he spent fifteen minutes accounting for the drugs sold and the money he now had.
He had had his best night so far, and after the perfect no strings attached sex he decided that there would be no better end to the night than having a glass of Bailey’s in bed while watching the episode of the drama he enjoyed which he had recorded using his Sky+.
His parents were still away so he did not have to worry about disturbing them so he poured himself a large Bailey’s with lots of ice and made his way upstairs to his bedroom. Turning on the bedside lamp the first thing he noticed were the stains his bed sheets from the previous nights sex with Sarah. He thought about her now as he turned on his television and found the recorded programme in the memory of the Sky+ box.
He was thinking about how much he was looking forward to Wednesday as he settled onto his bed, and all the potential that that night had. He did not really watch the episode of the drama as he thought again about the plans he had for Sarah and as he confirmed them in his mind he gave voice to his plans.
‘Give her more coke, get her hooked, set an extortionate price, I reckon she’ll even suggest about paying for it with sex – perfect!’
*
After speaking to Peter earlier that night Sarah’s condition did not improve. She slept fitfully and eventually a phone call woke her up properly. It was her friend asking where she was and whether she was going to turn up to their agreed meeting. Sarah got up out of bed after saying sorry to her friend for being late and started to quickly get ready, but she still felt dizzy, had a headache and was close to being sick. She wanted to go out though because she and her friend were due to meet two guys who they had met the weekend before. Sarah thought about that wild night now as she pulled on tight jeans not bothering with knickers.
They had met the two men at a bar and made it quite clear to them both that if they played their cards right then they were both going to get laid. Sarah’s friend, who was just as promiscuous, left first after only talking to the man she had picked for half an hour. Sarah left soon after not knowing that they made their way to the same hotel as Sarah’s friend and her new sex partner. It was only after a phone call between the girls that they found out so they all met in one room and there were times that Sarah thought she would never have such good sex in her life again. Both the guys were skilled at lovemaking and there was one point when Sarah had both guys inside her while her friend was sat on one of the guys’ face. They continued all night and all morning and the men eventually left the girls completely satisfied when they were usually insatiable.
It was these guys that Sarah was meant to be meeting again on this Saturday night and now as she fastened her bra and pulled on her top, for the first time in as long as she could remember she did not want to go out and have sex that night. Instead she flopped back down on her bed and thought about Peter and how nice he seemed and how much she was looking forward to Wednesday. Then a scary thought entered her head as she considered whether it was Peter she was looking forward to seeing or the cocaine. Unable to decide on this she was sure that she did not want to go out that night so he called her friend back.
‘I can’t make it tonight darling. I don’t feel too well.’
‘Oh come on Sarah! I think you are forgetting how good last Saturday night was?!’
‘No, I’m not. I feel like rubbish.’
‘Why? Pllleeeeeaaassseee!’
‘I can’t. I wouldn’t be able to have sex anyway. I’ve started my period.’
‘Ah, okay. Never stopped you before!’
‘It does tonight. I feel horrible.’
‘Okay then. Your loss. I will just have to have them to myself aaaaalllll night!’
‘Okay honey. Sorry.’
‘No sorry required. I will have a great time! Speak to you soon.’
‘Yeah, enjoy!’
‘I will. Bye.’
‘Bye.’
Sarah placed her phone down next to her, pulled off her top and removed her bra and lay there for a while not really thinking about anything. She was just dozing off again when she heard a large crash and a bottle smash somewhere in the house. Sarah closed her eyes again hoping she had dreamt the noises but then she thought she had better go downstairs and check her mum was okay. Reluctantly she stood out of bed grabbing and putting on a T-shirt then made her way reluctantly down the stairs.
She strode into the kitchen and was greeted by a sight that horrified her. Her mother was knelt in, from the smell Sarah presumed vodka, a pool of the alcohol with shards of glass from the broken bottle surrounding her. In her hand was a sponge and she hovered the sponge over her mouth. As Sarah watched she squeezed the sponge and the liquid dripped into her mouth. She had not heard the approach of her daughter so when the sponge was not holding anymore fluid she dipped it back into the pool of vodka and then squeezed it into her mouth.
‘Mum, what the hell are you doing?’
‘Oh hiya darling! Didn’t hear you. Waste not want not!’
‘Mum, this is getting serious! You are knelt in broken glass!’
‘I’m fine darling. Bit short of money this week. Can’t afford another bottle.’
Thoughts rushed into Sarah’s mind and were dancing along her tongue ready to explode past her lips but she managed to bite it and keep the words locked away. ‘Mum, at least pick up the glass. You might seriously hurt yourself.’
‘I’m fine darling. Bit short of money this week.’
Sarah rolled her eyes as her mum repeated the same words without realizing and her mum continued to soak up the alcohol and squirt it into her mouth. ‘Mum! Stop that now! Help me pick up the glass.’ Then she noticed her mother’s shaking hands and quickly changed her mind. ‘In fact, just get out of the kitchen for a few moments.’
‘Just a few more moments darling. Bit short of money this week.’
‘NO! Get out now before you cut yourself!’
Sarah managed to grab the sponge and then took a step back in complete amazement as her mum, her mother, the woman who had carried her in her womb, lowered her head to the floor and started to lick and suck the vodka straight from th
e floor showing no regard to the slivers of glass that were near her tongue and lips.
‘Oh... my... God! MUM! Stop now! You are going to cut yourself! STOP!’
Sarah had never physically restrained her mum from potential harm but now she had to as her mum showed disregard to Sarah’s pleas and carried on licking. She grabbed a handful of her mum’s hair and pulled her head away from the floor and then continued pulling her out of the kitchen. Her mum struggled a little but quickly gave up as her daughter was too strong for her and she was dumped onto a sofa in the living room.
‘For fuck’s sake mum! What were you thinking?!’
‘I need a drink honey. Ever since your dad left. Blame him not me.’
‘Right, okay mum, I will. For now stay out of the kitchen.’
‘I need a drink though honey. Ever since your…’
‘You just said that mum! Be quiet now. Watch the television while I tidy up.’
‘Right, okay. Could you get me some wine please?’
‘Where from mum? There is no wine.’
‘You’ll have to go out darling.’
‘No mum. I don’t think so. I’ve told you before I am not buying you anymore drink. Get it yourself.’
‘No money darling. Please. For your mum.’
‘And where do I get the money from mum? I’m at college remember? I don’t work.’
‘Get me some wine. Please. Ever since your dad…’
‘Oh shut up mum, please shut up! Wait here. I’ll tidy up and then see how you feel. Okay?’
‘Okay darling. Turn on the television please.’
‘Right I will. Don’t come into the kitchen though, okay?’
‘Okay. Need a drink though. Hurry to shop and get me one.’
Sarah did not bother replying this time. Instead she ignored her, turned on the television and returned to the kitchen closing the door behind her. First of all she got a broom from a cupboard and swept up the glass then got some kitchen roll and wiped up the mess the vodka had made. Sarah then stood in the kitchen for a few moments and contemplated what she was going to do.
She knew that she should not give her mum alcohol yet she also knew that to not to may push her mum over the edge and she would start getting withdrawal symptoms which would lead eventually to violence. She contemplated phoning her friend back up and hiding away from the problem by having herself a very good time. But in this instance she knew that she could not go out and leave her mum in this condition after what she had just witnessed. ‘The only thing for it then,’ she said out loud, ‘is to get her a drink so she isn’t violent and eventually she will pass out.’ She thought about this for a few moments and realized that if she did she would actually be feeding her mother’s addiction which surely would not be a good thing to do. ‘I don’t have a choice!’ was her final conclusion so she reluctantly went back into the living room.
‘I’ve tidied up. Don’t ever, ever, do that again mum! You could have done yourself a serious injury!’
‘I know dear. Need a drink though. Here. I found this in my purse.’ She handed Sarah a five pound note. ‘See if you can get me a couple of bottles of wine or a bottle of gin.’
‘With a fiver mum?’
‘Tell Sid it is for me. He’ll understand.’
‘Oh, right, so now we’re a charity case?! Tell you what mum, why don’t you go out and get it?’
‘There’s a programme on I want to watch. You go, for your mum. I really need a drink.’
‘Right. No problem mum. I’ll make your alcoholism worse. Not a problem. And when are you going to ask me how seeing you like this makes me feel?!’
‘I know darling. I’m not an alcoholic though. It is just a phase I’m going through. Ever since your dad ran off with that bitch…’
‘Stop mum. Just please be quiet. Wait here. Do not move from the sofa. I’ll be five minutes.’
‘Awww, you’re a good girl looking after me like this. Hurry up though.’
‘I will.’
Sarah quickly made her way back to her bedroom and retrieved her purse. She opened it and cursed out loud as she saw how little money she had. Her next payment from college to help fund her studies was not due for a few days. All she could do though was shrug her shoulders and walk out of the house towards the shop.
A few neighbours greeted her and she could not help notice the sympathy in their eyes and faces. They were all aware the condition that her mum would be in right now and they all probably knew where Sarah was going. She reached the shop and used her mother’s five pounds and her own few pounds to purchase a bottle of gin that would hopefully quench her mum’s needs and eventually knock her out. Sid at the shop did not say anything to her beyond the needs of courtesy but again Sarah saw that look in his eyes. She could not cope with the prying eyes on the way back home so she took an indirect route which meant her walking down the alleyways. She twisted and turned along them avoiding the rubbish, dumped junk and dog dirt until she reached her back gate. Reaching over the top of it she unbolted it and flung it open closing it behind her. Sarah walked across the back yard, which was full of weeds, then opened the unlocked back door.
She thought at first as the door opened that her mum was with somebody then as she made her way into the living room it turned out that she was having a nice chat to herself. What was even more worrying, no horrifying, for Sarah was that she was asking questions then answering the questions herself and even nodding as she listened to the reply that she must have believed was coming from another person.
This image brought a tear to Sarah’s eye and she interrupted her mum’s conversation and gave her the bottle of gin. She did not bother with a glass. She simply unscrewed the cap and took a big swig from the bottle. She did not even acknowledge her daughter’s presence let alone say thank you. The tears were rolling freely down Sarah’s face but these went unnoticed. Instead all that Sarah could do was leave her and go back upstairs away from the horrible sight of her mum drinking herself to death.
Lying on her bed Sarah cried for some time until she got her emotions back under control. She could not avoid the fact of how much her mother had deteriorated over the last couple of months. Sarah, with her wild lifestyle, hardly saw her mum but made a point of at least checking she was alive every day. Sometimes she would go days without returning home and not seeing her but she always phoned to make sure she was okay.
Now, obviously, she has not been okay and as Sarah thought about it even more she realized she could be doing more to help her. These thoughts though started to make Sarah depressed and anxious and worried, but instead of facing up to them she ran away from them again like usual.
She stated out loud that life was too short for feeling miserable and worrying about things that she could not do anything about. So instead of thinking about how she could possibly help her mother, she instead peeled off her tight jeans and mentally and physically hid away from the problems in her life. She turned on her television and pressed play on the D.V.D. player. On the screen the image of a man having sex with a woman appeared and Sarah stood in front of the television soaking up the image for a few moments. ‘I wish I was doing that right now,’ she said out loud, ‘but I’ve got the next best thing!’
Turning away from the television she pulled a suitcase out from underneath her bed and flipped it open. Inside this case were a lot of sex toys ranging from huge dildos to the famous Rabbit Vibrators, to Pleasure Pearls and even a couple of strap on vibrators for when she was with one of her female friends.
For a young woman who wanted to escape from the many problems in her life the case contained many perfect solutions to the most pressing of problems such as an alcoholic mum. She moved the toys around until she found the two that she wanted to use. The first was a clitoris stimulator that she would use to get her going and the second was a large Rabbit Vibrator that she would use to finish herself off.
For about an hour and a half she watched porn, occasionally changing the disc, and in that ti
me using a wider variety of toys she had five orgasms and successfully managed to forget about every problem and issue in her life. It was only when she was just about satiated and placing the case back under her bed did she remember about her mum. She was tempted to just totally ignore and go straight to bed and concentrate instead on the feelings of pleasure that were still coursing through her body, but instead of the tip of a large vibrator landing at the pit of her stomach, this time a feeling of guilt landed there so she quietly made her way downstairs.
Her mother was now firmly passed out in the chair that Sarah had left her sitting in. She knew that she should at least try to get her to bed but that would mean waking her up and Sarah quickly thought that she would rather not wake her knowing that there would be strong possibility of being sent out for more drink as she spotted the empty gin bottle where it had been flung onto the floor. Instead, she returned back upstairs and took a blanket off her mother’s bed and placed it over her sleeping body.
Still naked, she turned off the television and threw the gin bottle into a bin in the kitchen. For a moment or two on her way back to the stairs she studied her mother’s sleeping body. She thought that it was hard to believe that by eight o’clock the next morning her mother would be drinking again. All Sarah could do was shake her head and ignore the plight she and her mother faced. She focused instead on the feelings of pleasure still flowing through her body and returned to her bed where she masturbated and then feel into a deep sleep.
When she woke at nine o’clock the next morning she went downstairs for a drink of water. Her mother was awake and watching television. From somewhere she had found a bottle of red wine. It was three quarters empty.
Chapter 20
Sally met David at his garage Sunday morning as planned. The awkwardness was clearly present as David tried cracking small jokes and making small talk, while Sally blushed and laughed at his small jokes. They stood looking at the car, while David pointed out the work he had done.
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