Heroin Love

by Hunter, I. M.

  Heading back towards the kitchen and before I turned the corner I asked "So you found something to eat?" Looking down to make final adjustments to my outfit, brushing off some lint that was resting on my shirt. I turned the corner and when I looked up I was in awe. There Rachael was cooking in black lingerie.

  "I'm making pancakes, you want some?"

  I nodded and sat down at the breakfast bar. I couldn't take me eyes off her, standing there practically nude cooking me pancakes. Man, I could get used to this.

  Chapter Nine -- Rachael

  "Give me a bump," I directed towards one of my girlfriends who was hanging out in my bedroom.

  She handed me a vial of coke, I tapped some out on the side of my fist and sniffed it right up. We both didn't have any clients today, so we just sat around waiting for a walk-in.

  "Daisy, you'll never believe me but I found someone who can take care of me. He came in a while ago, I rocked his world."

  Daisy looked at me with excitement and started to interrogate me, "What's his name? Has he called you? Have you called him? Do I know him? What's he like?"

  "Whoa, whoa Daisy relax. His names Kevin, he gave me his card but I haven't called. He only came in once but I had him practically eating out of my hand."

  "Have you told Dave about him yet? You know he doesn't like you meeting clients outside of here." she pried.

  "No I haven't told him yet, but why would he care. I'll get Kevin to give us money and drugs and David will be fine." I convinced Daisy.

  "So let's give him a call then Rachael, lets see how much he is really eating out of your hand."

  I agreed and picked up the phone and *67'ed his number. No answer, tried to call again....then he picks up.

  "Hello, this is Kevin."

  As we were talking Daisy was eavesdropping, pressing her head against mine trying to hear what he was saying. Daisy kept smiling and giggling at me, she started to write on a piece of paper, then held it up excitedly.

  'Get him to take you to lunch' was scribbled across the paper.

  Kevin was being stubborn, he kept saying he had to go on some trip with his family, blah blah blah, I wanted him today. I couldn't break him, he was persistent, I knew what I had to do. I signaled Daisy to take a picture of me quietly not to ruin the surprise. I hopped on the couch nude and formed a provocative pose. She snapped the picture and I grabbed the phone from her, looked over the photo for approval and sent it over to him. I got him, he was mine.

  I hung the phone up, and let Daisy know, "Got him, hook, line, and sinker."

  "What did he say?" She prodded.

  "Nothing much, he is ditching his family to come hang out with me. He will be here soon."

  I went through my closet trying to find the perfect outfit. I wanted to look good, but didn't want to appear desperate. I tried on a mini skirt, looked way to desperate. I decided to wear my lucky jeans. A worn down pair of skin tight Levi's never looks bad. I put on a pair of black flip flops and a tank top. Looked in the mirror to give myself one final look over. My tits didn't look full enough, threw my top off and put on my trusty push-up bra and the tank top. Got a nice cleavage line now. My make-up was spot on, grabbed my purse, and blew Daisy a kiss and left. I had to make an excuse up as to why I was leaving, Jess the Gatekeeper was here.

  "Jess I have to go, my grandma just called me she needs help."

  "But your shift doesn't end for another four hours." She protested.

  "She fell over and can't get back up." I rebutted.

  "Fine! But you will make it up tomorrow."

  My grandma was the only family I had left, and everyone knew that. I hated using my grandma as the scapegoat but it was the only way she would let me leave without too much of a hassle. I ran out the door and went to the front of the building to sit on the bench and wait for Kevin. Almost ten minutes has gone by and still no sign of him, I sparked a cigarette and patiently waited.

  The scenery around Toni’s was rather depressing to me. You watch all the happy couples going in and out of Sushi-Gon. Giggling with each other, enjoying their time together as they waited outside for their tables. Parents playing with their kids at the park across the street. This one dad was chasing his daughter around the park acting like a grizzly bear. She was running away in ‘fear’ laughing constantly looking over her shoulder to make sure the bear didn’t get her. I was envious, I always wanted a man to take care of me, love me, make love to me, raise a family with. Instead I was stuck in this whore house, fucking any guy willing to pony up the money just to survive. Why couldn’t that be me? I would love to chase my daughter around the park, enjoying life.

  I checked my phone and now almost twenty minutes have passed, I was starting to get agitated.

  ‘Did he ditch me? Did he really go on that trip with that family of his?’I thought to myself.

  I sparked another cigarette to calm my nerves. Then I saw this roaring red pick up truck creep by me and parked in the parking lot. I was full of excitement hoping it was him. I gazed at the truck and waited. The window began to roll down, and I noticed it was him. I hopped out of my chair in excitement and pranced over to him.

  Chapter Ten

  Rachael finished making the pancakes and put the dishes down on the dining room table.

  "Ready to eat?" She asked me while still standing in her lingerie.

  "Uh, yeah, your going to eat like that?"

  " Yeah, is that a problem?”

  I shook my head in disbelief and proceeded to sit down. While eating it was rather silent, I still haven't processed this situation completely. I couldn't believe this young girl would be sincerely interested in a middle aged man like me. I mean her options have to be limitless. She could go walk into any bar and pick up any guy like that but here she is sitting here in my kitchen eating pancakes.

  "You know what I love about pancakes?" Breaking the silence she asked me. I looked up at her in curiosity waiting for her answer. "The warm syrup on them. It's gooey, sugary, and I have quite the sweet tooth." She stood up and grabbed the syrup that was housed in a crystal pitcher on the countertop. She popped it in the microwave for a few seconds to heat it up. When Rachael approached the table she stood there, staring and smiling at me placing the syrup on the table. "Want to have some fun?"

  Pulling my chair away from the table, she got down on her knees in front of me and pulled my penis out of my pants. Reaching on the table to grab the warm syrup to pour some into her hand. She grabbed me and began stroking my penis with the warm syrup and it delivered a direct response, I had a full erection. The sensation was one I never felt before, the stickiness of the syrup really added an intoxicating feeling to the hand job. She stopped jerking me off and looked up with arousing eyes.

  Leaning in she began sucking on me, making sure to clean up her mess that was all over me. The feeling was to much for me to handle, quivering, I began to moan, echoing throughout the house. A few seconds later I came right into her mouth and she took it without hesitation.

  Standing up in front of me, "Whoa, that was quick, the pancakes are still warm."

  Laughing with disappointment I explained "No one has ever done that to me before, it felt great. You are really good at that."

  "I told you I liked the syrup."

  In the distance I hear an unfamiliar ringtone fill the air. Rachael turns around and rushes to her phone without any hesitation. Her ass jiggling as she made her way down the hallway to retrieve her purse.

  I began to hear faint whispers from down the hall. Trying to eavesdrop on her conversation I began craning my neck towards her direction. I wasn't very successful in figuring out what or who called her, but she made it pretty obvious. She walked back into the room with a totally different demeanor, almost pissed off or aggravated at something.

  Before I could be the concerned friend, boy toy, or whatever I would be classified as, she frantically demanded " You need to take me home now."

  My eyebrows arched in confusion "Why? What happened? We
are having a good time."

  "I know. My uncle called me and he needs me to get him his meds. He has serious medical problems."

  “Really your uncle? Why can’t he just go get them?”

  “Kev, I really don’t have time to explain. Can we just go?”

  In a state of disbelief I agreed to take her. We left the house in a hurry and I still had syrup dripping off my shorts.

  "Where do you live?" I asked as we were getting into the truck.

  "Royal Greens, Unit 6417 off of NE 12th."

  I knew exactly where that was, I had a few projects in there. Royal Greens was a drug user infested haven, all low income addicts feeding off the state, the units were shit holes. I couldn't believe she lived there, I couldn't believe anyone would live there.

  The ride over to her house was silent, not even a song on the radio. Rachael was very fidgety sitting in the passenger seat, tapping the door and shaking her legs. She didn't look at me but I could see she looked scared as if something bad was going to happen to her. I pulled up to her building, and before I could even stop the truck she tries to jump out of the truck in a hurry.

  I grabbed her arm "Hey, is everything okay?"

  "Come on Kevin, I have to go. I will call you tomorrow."

  Not letting go of her arm I made one final comment "I am falling for you Rachael."

  Without a response she ripped her arm out of my hand and left me. I watched as she walk towards her apartment, the building was crawling with drunk and intoxicated people. There was a bonfire in the front lawn of the building, music blasting, dancing, and passing all sorts of bottles and joints around. I couldn't believe my eyes, I knew this place was bad but not this out of control. Frantically making her way across the front lawn a guy stops her right in her tracks. I see him making a pass at her and talking to her. Rachael picks her hand up and slaps the guy with obvious force, man she was feisty. Picking up her pace, she arrived at her door and I see her enter a room of darkness.

  Chapter Eleven -- Uncle David

  I pulled into the parking lot at Toni’s to check up on Rachael and to get some tar from her. Walking in I see Jess sitting in her normal spot.

  “Jeez, you never move do you?” Smiling at her.

  “Whatever David, what do you need?”

  “Straight and to the point. I’m here to check up on Rachael.”

  “Well she left already, said she had some sort of family emergency.”

  “Emergency? She didn’t call me. How did she leave? She doesn’t have a car.”

  “How the fuck should I know David? I’m not her mother. She said she had to leave and she left,” snapping at me.

  “Well I need to go back into her room. I need to grab something.”

  “Whatever,” rolling her eyes at me.

  Walking down the hallway, moans and grunts heard through the walls of all the working girls' bedrooms. Standing in front of Rachael’s room, I placed my ear on the door to listen in. I wanted to double check she wasn’t here and screwing some guy. I know what she does for our living but I really didn’t want to see it, I couldn’t handle that.

  After listening for a few seconds I was satisfied knowing she wasn’t in there and opened the door. The bed look unused, the sheets still tucked underneath the mattress, her perfume still lofting in the air, I must have just missed her. My stomach beginning to ache as the sickness started to come over me. Furiously looking through her drawers trying to find some tar that always had in here. Throwing everything out of the drawers that was in my way. It was empty, not a single hit of heroin was left laying around.

  I turned around and looked throughout the room, the floor covered in clothes, lotions, and sex toys. Aggravated by my unsuccessful search, I stormed out of the room, and huff and puffed down the hallway.

  “Jess where did she go?” I asked sternly.

  “David, I do NOT know.”

  “Do you have any tar? I need a fix.”

  “I don’t do that shit.”

  Storming out of the front door, “Bitch,” I screamed in a fit of anger.

  Racing back to the house, hoping Rachael made it there. I picked my phone up and called her, the phone went straight to voicemail. Running every red light, speeding down the street I pulled into my parking spot and ran towards our unit. Swinging the door open, I called out for Rachael with no response. Running back into the bedroom to check the bed, she wasn’t there either. I was worried about her getting hurt but I was more concerned about where she was so I could get my fix.

  Pacing around my raggedy apartment, the carpets are suppose to be beige but instead are a brown color, with stains spread throughout. Cigarette ashes lingered on the tops of the counters and ledges, with half smoked butts laying around. A yellow soot covering the walls, the smell reeked like an ashtray, but you get use to it eventually. I kept looking at the clock on the microwave wondering where Rachael was, she is suppose to be home by now. My stomach aching, coughing and gagging incessantly. Hitting me like a ton of bricks, I ran into the bathroom, a fountain of vomit came exploding out of me as I stared into a stained toilet bowl. Reaching into my pocket to get my phone out of my pants, I dialed Rachael.

  After several rings she finally answered, “Hello?”

  “Rachael, where are you? You okay?”

  “Yea sorry, I am almost home.”

  “Hurry up, I’m getting very sick.”

  “Be right there babe.”

  Dropping my phone off to the side of the toilet, trying to keep from throwing up again. Staring at the urine stains on the rim of the toilet making it difficult to do so. Barely brining myself to my feet, walking out of the bathroom hunched over with my arm across my stomach. With nothing to do, getting sicker by the minute, the minutes feeling like hours, I just continually pace around in circles and keep checking the clock. Finally hearing keys jiggle in the door, I bolt over to the front door as quick as I can. Rachael ran through the door in a hurry.

  "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" I screamed right in her face.

  "I'm sorry Dave, I met a new client," She started to explain with her head down like a dog about to be beat.

  "You know I don't like you meeting clients outside of Toni's, you never know who you are dealing with. Whatever you do what you want, you always do. Do you have my tar?"

  "Yeah babe I got it."

  Rachael began digging through her purse to find the bag of heroin she had. She reached out to give it to me, still cowering in fear. Grabbing the heroin out of Rachael's hand I picked her head up and started to caress her face.

  "I'm sorry honey, I just care about you. I wouldn't know what to do without you, I just want you to be careful, okay?"

  Rachael nodded her head in agreement, she still wouldn't look at me.

  "Come on, lets go get off. Cook this shit up," I directed towards her.

  Rachael went into the kitchen and started 'cooking' the heroin. She grabbed a syringe and spoon out of the drawer, put the tar on the spoon and added some water. Then she would heat the tar and water mixture up with a lighter from the bottom, she would then add a little piece of a cotton ball for a filter. She proceeded to pull the solution into the syringe, tapping it a couple time to get the air bubbles out.

  “All ready baby," She announced to me.

  We both sat down on our old raggedy couch, it reeks like sweat and dirt but it was all we had. Rachael took her belt off and tied off my arm to get to my vein. Smacking my arm she revealed a vein in the fold of my arm, she leaned in to shoot me up.

  "You know I love you right?" Trying to reassure her.

  She responded with a smile and shot me up. The feeling of heroin in your vein was invigorating, a feeling of euphoria. The feeling overcame my body, I was about to knock out, going into my heroin coma. I saw Rachael getting ready to shoot up, and it faded to black.

  Chapter Twelve

  I woke up the next morning anxious and concerned. I rolled over to check my phone to see if Megan called me but deep down I really wante
d Rachael to call. No missed calls from anyone, I felt alone. I jumped into the shower, and started to contemplate ways to help Rachael out of her situation. After only a few moments in the think tank that was my shower it hit me, I couldn't get the shampoo out of my hair fast enough. I wrapped a towel around my waist and rushed towards my office computer. Typed in a quick search 'Homes for Rent Near Me', location services kicked in and an endless list appeared in front of me. I found our perfect retreat in minutes, a three bedroom, three bathroom, twenty-five hundred square foot single family home in Sand Dollar Shores. Sand Dollar Shores was a beach side community with spectacular views and beach access right out of your house, it was perfect.

  I called up the listing agent "Is your Sand Dollar Shores home still available?" I asked impatiently.

  "Yes, it is. It's a three bedroom, three bath, twenty-five hundred square foot home. It includes a two car garage, direct beach access and a gated community. Asking price is twelve thousand a month. And It is an annual lease agreement."

  Without hesitation I responded "I will take it, my name is Kevin Barrick, I will stop by your office later today to fill out the paper work. Thank you."

  I hung the phone up and was all giddy with excitement, I couldn't wait to share the news. I threw on some business slacks, shiny designer dress shoes, and a button down dress shirt, and paced around the house.

  It has been a couple of hours, no word from Rachael I began to worry, what if she doesn't call, something bad could of happened last night at her building. The anticipation killing me I jumped into my truck and raced over to her house.