‘I didn’t know that when I agreed to help you I would be counting drugs Peter!’
‘Please, there is no way I can do this without you in an hour. I’ve got to weigh all this coke!’ He indicated towards the second suitcase.
‘Okay. I’ll do it, but don’t get used to my help.’
‘No worries, I won’t.’
So they both started to count and weigh the drugs. Peter was pleased with the quick progress she made and was confident that her accounting was correct. The time went quickly, too quickly, and Peter was surprised when he glanced at his watch and saw that his hour was nearly up. He left a bag of cocaine in the scales, a bag which had split that Peter was in the process of changing. There was lots of the fine powder loose in the scales and Sarah noticed it.
Before she knew what she was doing, she had dipped her finger and thumb into the powder and pinched some of the cocaine into the palm of her other hand. She was in the process of snorting it when Peter burst back into the room with his phone pressed to his ear.
As he saw Sarah knelt down snorting the coke he involuntarily said, ‘What the fuck?!’This of course raised a query from Reg. ‘Nothing Reg, nothing. I thought I saw someone outside.’
‘Okay, whatever. Have you got your figures?’
‘Yep.’
He recited his inventory to his supplier and he stressed that he had been under tight time constraints so he asked for a ten percent error margin which Reg agreed to.
‘I’d like you to bring it all with you Saturday so we can double check it and make sure you’re not on the take, okay?’
‘Yeah, of course.’
During the conversation Peter had been shooting daggers at Sarah but she ignored him and finished off snorting the cocaine from the palm of her hand. Peter and Reg concluded the call with some basic civilities and then Peter threw his phone across the room and it smashed into the far wall. ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?!’
‘Enjoying myself while you were on the phone.’
‘Enjoying yourself? With my drugs? You’re snorting my profits! You’ll have to pay for it.’
‘I don’t. Remember Friday? The police?’
‘There is a difference between now and Friday. You’ve been handling the drugs; you’ve got it all over you. The police won’t believe you’re not involved. Plus, you’ve been counting drugs, there is accounting detail in your handwriting so don’t threaten me with the police because it doesn’t stand up to scrutiny. So, I’ll now refer back to my comment, you’ll have to pay for it.’
‘Well, I can’t for it with money because I’m broke, a common occurrence with an alcoholic mother to look after.’
‘Right, well, I’m sorry about your mum, but I need some kind of compensation for snorting my profits. I don’t like it, and I don’t appreciate it.’
‘Okay, okay. Look, I really enjoy taking this,’ she stood up and dusted off her hands. ‘I want more but can’t afford it. So…’
‘So what?’
She walked over to him and stopped in front of him. Sarah hooked her thumbs into the shoulder straps of her dress and pulled it down until she was stood in front of him in her sexy lingerie that included stockings and suspenders. She knew that she had never looked better, young, slim, big breasts, flat stomach, and long, luscious legs with a shaved area of luscious female flesh between them. She slowly turned in front of him, pulling her knickers to the side and showing him one of her buttocks when she was facing away from him, then she pushed him backwards towards the bed until he fell onto it after which she straddled his hips and started to give him a lap dance.
‘If you give me drugs you can do whatever you want to me, anything at all.’ She swung her hips on top of him some more, grinding her shaved crotch into his. ‘I’ll give you blow jobs whenever you want, vaginal sex, anal sex, anything at all. I’ll invite some of my gorgeous, very promiscuous friends and we can have a massive orgy, anything at all. All you have to do is give me some of that glorious white powder whenever I want and I will give you whatever you want, without restriction.’
He leaned up so he was looking into her eyes and gave her a strong, passionate kiss. Then he pulled away from her and simply said, ‘Deal.’
*
He did not expect it to unfold like this. He had expected her to be reluctant to take it, that he would have to force it upon her. But now as she slid up and down his penis, moaning and groaning on top of him, his chest still had the remnants of a line of coke on it, with another line ready for her to consume also on his chest. She stopped riding his engorged organ for a moment and leant forward to take in the other line. As she finished sucking it up she licked her finger and ran it over her nose and then licked her finger again to ensure that she had taken in all the drug.
Peter was in his own world of ecstasy. Like any man, he had always enjoyed sex, but he was now realising that he had not known sex before he had it with Sarah. She was insatiable, which suited him perfectly, and her technique and some of the positions she put herself in blew his mind. She took him to heights of ecstasy unknown not only with her vagina, but also with her hand and mouth.
After finishing the drug she sprang off him and twisted quickly round and placed her dripping cleft within reach of his mouth and tongue. He accepted the offering, ran his tongue up and down her labia, consuming her juices while she swallowed his penis deeply down her throat. They stayed in this position for a long time, both of them having an intense orgasm, neither wanting the other to stop. Eventually, she lifted off him chuckling as she noticed that his face was soaking wet. She reached for the bag of cocaine and took some in her hand and snorted a lot of it. ‘I just cannot get enough of this! I cannot get enough of this feeling!’
‘If you can’t get enough of this, I’ve got something a little stronger you could try?’
‘Anything! I want to feel even higher!’
She stretched her arms towards the ceiling as she shouted this so Peter gently lifted her off him with her hips and she rolled across the bed, leaning on arm, her eyes closed and a smile on her face.
Earlier that week Peter had prepared some of the heroin. Not wanting people to overdose on him, he had cut the drug with flour. From a separate suitcase, which he had not included in the accounting because Reg knew that he had not used any yet, he lifted a small bag of prepared heroin already in the syringe. He had decided to prepare the heroin out of professional curiosity and also because he planned to take some syringes with him over the weekend to handout to people who were interested in an instant hit without having the need to cook-up the drug. By using a simple search on a popular internet search engine, he had found how to prepare the H.
He had learned to use a spoon, a lighter and how much water to use. He had learned to use a small cotton ball when sucking the heroin into the syringe to help filter out any impurities. He had learned on the same webpage how to inject it, to place the needle flat to the skin, to inject directly into a vein and how to spot if the point of the needle was not in the vein.
Peter could not believe that he was about to give a woman, someone who had stressed that she really liked him, some heroin, but due to the way he was feeling right now he simply did not care. He wanted more of her, more of her body, and he had to ensure that he got it.
However, he was aware that she had not tried anything like this before so he discreetly opened the bag, took the syringe out and squirted some of the heroin into a pot plant that was on a shelf. He apologised to the plant, and then walked back over to the bed.
She heard him approach and he noticed that her eyes were totally glazed over and that her pupils were hugely dilated. Sarah smiled at him as he lay on the bed next to her and he reached over her to where his jeans had been thrown. He pulled the belt off and reached gently for her arm. ‘Sure you want to do this?’
She smiled at him and the trust on her face almost made him stop. But then she swung her body round and wrapped her legs around his waist, resting her still wet crotc
h against his. That tipped him over the edge. ‘Of course I’m sure. What is it?’
‘A stronger cocaine that’s all, but you have to inject it to get the full affect.’
‘Okay.’ She chuckled and then asked, ‘It’s not heroin is it?’
‘No, of course not.’
‘Okay then. Fill me up!’
She stretched out her arm and he wrapped the belt around her upper arm tightly. He waited a few moments for the blood to build up in her constricted blood vessels until her vein was protruding. He lay the syringe flat against her arm, so the needle was pointing down her vein, and then slid it fully into her arm. She let a sharp gasp as she felt the pinch of the needle, but the cocaine had increased her pain threshold. He pulled the plunger a small amount at first, and he peered into the syringe to check that there was a touch of blood now mingling with the heroin. There was. He looked at her face and her eyes were now closed again and the smile still lingered on her face. He hesitated again, but she tensed her legs and pressed against him some more so he pressed the plunger.
Almost instantly Sarah arched her back and fell away from Peter. His first concern was that she was overdosing because she did not say anything and her breathing had become very deep and heavy. After a few moments she slowly opened her eyes and tried to speak, but nothing came out but more deep breaths. She closed her eyes again and she felt so relaxed, as if all her worries and anxieties about her mum and her life belonged in another life, belonged to another world.
Then she blurted out, ‘Oh my God! Oh my God! Now that is the best feeling in the world! Oh my God, Peter!’ She closed her eyes again and her breathing was deep again. ‘I feel so, so happy. Make love to me and then I want some more of that joyous liquid!’
Peter obliged. He climbed on top of her and made love to her for a long time, driving her time and again to orgasm, which combined with the euphoria given by the heroin made her feel like she was flying in nirvana or heaven. Eventually she asked him for more of the drug and again he obliged, giving her a little less this time not wanting her to overdose. She slumped away from him again, and then she asked him to make love to her again and this was repeated numerous times throughout the night until in the early hours of the morning, after another hit of the powerful drug, she collapsed in exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep.
He looked down on her for a little while, watching her sleep until a smile passed across his face and he spoke out loud, ‘Welcome to my web of sex, drugs and deceit babe. I don’t think I’m ever, ever going to release you from it.’
Chapter 23
Michelle and Simon’s date was a little more civilised than the drug and sex fuelled antics of Sarah and Peter. As promised, Simon picked Michelle up at eight on Wednesday night and the date proceeded as if they had never been apart over the previous few days.
There was no awkwardness between them, and both of them appeared to show little evidence of nerves. Michelle was surprised that she felt so relaxed and she realised that it was Simon who made her feel like this with his easy going personality and witty conversation.
They pulled into the car park of a country pub and had a lovely meal, each of them thoroughly enjoying each other’s company. After the meal they relaxed in the bar area in front of an open fire, holding hands and cuddling up against each other while drinking a mulled wine.
Eventually, reluctantly, they decided to leave. Outside the pub Michelle, a little tipsy and therefore bolder after the wine, threw her arms around Simon and planted a kiss on his lips which he quickly responded to and then they were kissing passionately which Michelle reluctantly ended.
‘Thank you for a lovely night Simon. It’s been great.’
‘I’ve enjoyed myself too babe.’
‘What are you doing Saturday night?’
‘No plans. Why?’
‘Come to mine. My parents are performing so they’ll be away Saturday night. We can watch a movie and have a meal or something.’
‘Sounds great.’
‘Perfect. I’ll look forward to it.’
‘Me too, very much.’ Simon leant forward and kissed her again.
After walking back to the car, hand in hand, Simon drove them back into the town and Michelle’s house. ‘I’d invite you in but… Oh look at that! The curtains are twitching! Kiss me, quick’
‘What? You must be joking? You’re parents will kill me!’
Michelle though was clearly not bothered. She leaned over to his side of the car and gave him a long, long kiss which she hoped would have the curtains practically falling off they would be being twitched that hard. Pulling away from Simon she looked deeply into his eyes and giggled.
‘Are you drunk Michelle?’
‘A little! Red wine always makes me go a little silly!’
‘I thought you said earlier it was champagne?’
‘I think it could be all alcohol!’
‘I think it might just be! Look, on a serious note, I’m sorry if I got you into trouble with Sally, but, I would not change anything that has happened. I really like you Michelle, already, and I’m falling for you. Apologise to Sally for me, but to tell you the truth, I prefer you to her at least a million times!’
Michelle blushed a little. ‘Thank you Simon. You don’t know how much that means to me.’ She leant across again to give him another kiss but he lightly held her back with the flat of his hand.
‘What about the curtain twitcher?’
‘Fuck ’em!’ With that she pulled him closer and kissed him again, longer and even more passionately than last time. ‘Right, that kiss will probably mean that both my parents have probably had heart attacks on the spot but it was worth it! Should we make it a bit earlier on Saturday, say seven?’
‘Perfect. You’d better go. I think I can faintly hear your dad sharpening some knives!’
Michelle laughed and then gave him another peck on the cheek. ‘See you Saturday.’
‘Definitely. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.’
She smiled at him and then reluctantly got out of the car, gently closing the door behind her. As he pulled off she waved and watched him drive away until he turned at the end of the street. Michelle let out a sigh of contentment and then walked up the garden path to her front door that was unlocked so she quickly entered the house out of the cold night air.
‘Hello? Is the front door unlocked for a reason?’
Her mum came out of the living room into the hall. ‘I unlocked it for you. He looked very nice.’
‘Did you see him?’
‘Faintly. Is he a good kisser?’
Michelle blushed. ‘I wouldn’t know mum, I’ve never kissed a boy.’
Laughing her mum replied. ‘Right, yeah, I forget that what I saw could not be described as a kiss, it could only be described as tonsil tennis!’
Michelle blushed even deeper. ‘Mum!’
‘Just joking darling. I shouldn’t have been watching.’ Michelle bit her tongue. ‘You had a good night?’
‘He’s magic mum, truly special.’
‘I’m made up for you honey, truly I am. Come into the lounge and tell me all about it.’
‘Tomorrow mum. I’m tired.’
‘Okay. You look it. Off to bed then. College in the morning.’
‘Night mum.’ She kissed her mother on the cheek and climbed the stairs carefully in her heels.
Michelle collapsed on her bed and let out another long sigh of contentment before rolling over and grabbing her teddy bear which was then firmly hugged. Slowly her eyes closed and she fell asleep, still clutching the teddy, although in her dreams the teddy was of course replaced by Simon.
*
Earlier in the same night, Sally was cursing one of the maids. She had simply asked for the brown Prada with high heels to be prepared for her, not the black. Also, she had got the wrong skirt, had somehow managed to get Dolce and Gabbana mixed up with Gucci, and because it had not been prepared correctly Sally’s whole process was ruined.
When ge
tting ready to go out, Sally followed the same process every time to ensure that she was comfortable, confident and looked her best. Now this process was out of synch and she was starting to get vexed. She stormed into the wardrobe and retrieved the correct skirt, changing her mind on the way back and grabbing another. She tried them both on, opting to go with the second, and pulled on her selected top which the maid had at least managed to get right.
Cursing the maid again, she put her shoes on and stormed out of her bedroom slamming the door behind her. She caught a glance of herself in a mirror in the hallway and paused for a second to check her blonde hair.
*
On the Monday in preparation for her date, she had borrowed her father’s helicopter and flew herself down to London. She had been learning to fly for a couple of years and had passed the test a couple of months ago that allowed her to fly solo. Her father hardly used it at the moment because he had moved his personal office from his head office to a regional office and rarely had to commute to London now that people came to see him rather than him going out of his way to meet them. Occasionally though, he would have a meeting with an important client and fly to London because nothing gave a greater impression than landing in your own helicopter on top of your own well appointed head office building while the client watched on.
It was a glorious day when she set off and she could see for miles. The journey was smooth, and because of the route she took she hardly had to worry about other aircraft. This changed as she got over London and her senses were heightened in the crowded airspace. Without incident she landed the helicopter on the landing pad that was situated on top of her father’s head office building and it made her chuckle to see numerous men in suits come racing out of the elevator, some of them desperately trying to pull on their jackets or straighten their ties. It was clearly with some relief that they saw it was the daughter of the boss rather than the boss who climbed down out of the helicopter, yet one of the men still came across to her and guided her away from the still spinning rotors towards the elevator.
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