Addiction

by Margaret McHeyzer

  Another police officer joins the one who’s talking to me. He’s much older, and much more suspicious. “Martin, leave her. She’s a junkie,” he says tapping the cute cop on the shoulder.

  “I am not!” I nearly yell at him.

  He huffs at me, and turns to walk away. But the younger one, he stays to keep talking to me. “What are you doing out here?”

  “I’m waiting for my boyfriend.”

  “He told you to meet him down here?” He looks around at the sketchy part of town.

  “Nah, I um wanted to get some fresh air, so I came out for a walk.”

  “Where did you say you were staying?”

  There’s something oddly familiar about him. Like he’s a friend from way back, but I know he’s not. I’ve never seen him before, but I feel really relaxed around him. It’s weird. “Just over that way.” I point again but don’t actually tell him.

  He stares at me for a moment. His eyes doing that whole ‘cop’ thing. But surprisingly, it doesn’t freak me out. I feel comfortable with him. “Hannah, I want you to tell me the truth with my next question.”

  “Okay.”

  “Are you in some kind of trouble?”

  “No!” I say with more force than is warranted.

  “Is anyone doing anything to you that you don’t want them to do?”

  “No, he loves me,” I reply.

  “What’s your boyfriend’s name?” It’s starting to feel a bit like an interrogation.

  “I’ve gotta go. Nice talking to you, Police Officer Martin.” I salute him and smile, hoping to diffuse the unusual tension. He’s showing a lot of interest in me, when all I’m doing is minding my own business and walking on the sidewalk. “Bye.” I turn to run, but look over my shoulder to see if he’s following me. He’s not, thankfully.

  I try to remember where the motel is, knowing the general direction of it. Going through the front door, I see the fat guy behind the counter again. He sees me, and a smirk slowly drags across his face. “Nice of you to come back,” he says and chuckles while shaking his head.

  Oh shit. I can tell by the evil glint to his eyes, I’m in trouble. I run down to my room, and find the door wide open. Edgar’s sitting on the bed, beside him is the glass pipe. The bodyguard is standing beside him. “Hey,” I say. My gaze is fixated on the pipe. Yes, relief. “Is that for me?” I ask with excitement.

  “It was,” Edgar replies with an expressionless voice.

  “Was?”

  “Was.” My heart sinks, and I suddenly feel sick. “You left after you were told not to.”

  “I just needed some air. I was going stir crazy in here. And my phone died, and I don’t have a charger for it, I can’t even play any games on it. I… I… ” I struggle to make an excuse, I’m grasping at straws. “Please, can I have some?” I look to the pipe, and to Edgar.

  “No,” he says with authority. My heart breaks further.

  “I didn’t do anything wrong,” I plead. “That’s not fair.”

  He picks the pipe up, and my fixated gaze travels with it as he moves it around. “You want this?” he asks.

  “I’d do anything for it.” I nod my head.

  “Then get on your knees and crawl over to me.” I get on my knees, and crawl over to him. “Go get Simon.” Edgar flicks his head to the side, talking to the bodyguard.

  The bodyguard laughs. “You’re a cruel man, but I love it.” He chuckles again.

  “Stay there, Hannah.” He halts me when I’m close to him. My stare is on the pipe, I can’t look away from it. It’s calling me, begging me to take it and to inhale every morsel of rock that’s in the bulb of it. Exhilaration takes over. I can smell it, almost taste it. It’s right here, in front of me. He’s teasing me with it. I can’t wait to have it.

  I hear footsteps coming down the worn hallway carpet. Turning, I see the bodyguard, and the fat guy from the front desk. Oh, his name is Simon. Both are staring at me. Fat guy licks his lips while he stares at my butt. Yuck.

  “Thank you, gentlemen,” Edgar says. “Now, you’re both here because someone needs to be taught a lesson for not listening to me. Don’t you, kitty?”

  I drop my head in shame, but I nod. I shouldn’t have gone outside, I should’ve stayed here and waited for him like he wanted me to.

  “And you really want this, don’t you?” He waves the glass pipe in front of my face, and I nearly pounce on it. But I nod my head again. “I asked you what you’d do for it, and you told me, and I quote ’I’d do anything for it.’ Isn’t that right, kitty?” I nod again. “Lick my shoe.” My head lifts to stare at him. He wants me to lick his shoe? Like, for real? “Didn’t you hear me?”

  “I… ” I swallow the spit in my mouth, unsure of what I actually did hear. “I’m not sure,” I say after a few seconds.

  “If you want this, and if you love me like you say you do, you’ll lick my shoe.”

  The need for the pipe is great, but licking his shoe. That’s disgusting. “I… ” I struggle to say anything, because all I can think about is the pipe.

  “You told me you love me. Do you not love me anymore, kitty?”

  “Of course, I do. But licking your shoe?” My brain is fighting with the temptation in front of me. God, I really want some, but how can he ask me to do something so vile as licking his shoe?

  “Kitty?” He snaps my attention back to him. “I understand if you don’t want to… but I love you.”

  My mind cracks, it’s all I need to hear. Smiling, I lean down and lick the top of his shoe. I lick it again, to show Edgar how devoted I am to him. I sit back on my heels and smile at him, pleased with myself. “I love you,” I say with sincerity.

  “I know you do. Now come get your reward.” I crawl over to him, place my lips to the pipe, and inhale the moment he lights it.

  “Wow, you’ve got her trained well,” the bodyguard says from behind me.

  I have no idea what he means, and in this moment, I don’t give a rat’s ass either. The smoke fills my lungs, my eyes close as every thought in my head disappears. I’m flying, up in the clouds. I’m free as a bird, with her wings open while she skyrockets through the air. “Yeah,” I mumble to myself.

  Chapter 16

  Edgar has kept the supply of ice up, and I’m taking it. Every bit he offers to me. We’ve been out shopping, buying me clothes. I’m kinda too wasted to know what he’s been buying, but I think it’s bras and panties. Skimpy ones. I don’t mind, I don’t have anything to hide.

  At the moment, he’s taken me to a beauty salon. I stumble in attached to his arm. “Sit,” he says and points to some chairs.

  He walks over to some woman who looks like she’s staring at me, and gives her instructions while looking at me, then back to her. She touches him on the arm, and this gesture spikes my anger. “Hey, don’t fucking touch him!” I yell at her as I stand and charge over.

  “Settle down, petal. I have no interest in your man, I like the women.” She smirks at me.

  “Ewww,” I say. “You’re not my type,” I sassily reply.

  “Don’t worry, I like mine sober.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  She stares at me for a second too long, then turns to continue talking to Edgar. He grabs my shoulders to swing me around so he can look at me. “Be nice to her. If you complain, or she tells me you’ve been a bitch, you know what I’m not giving you anymore of.”

  My shoulders sink at his warning. “Okay,” I respond.

  “Now, go with her.”

  I follow the woman and promise myself not to say anything to her at all. Regardless of what she says and does, I’m going to be quiet and be a good girl for Edgar, because he wants me to be.

  She takes me into a room and closes the door. Her face is impassive, and somewhat bored as she eyes me. “Strip,” she instructs me. I have no idea why, but I’ll do it. Once I’m naked in front of her, she looks at my heaped clothes on the floor in disgust. “Get on the bed and lie on your back. First, put
your arms over your head.” I do what she wants. She wears gloves, and starts applying something warm to my armpits.

  Closing my eyes, I make sure to remain quiet. I don’t want to get in trouble with Edgar.

  Rip!

  Mother… that hurt like hell!

  “Other arm,” she says warning me she’s about to do the same thing.

  Warmth, a few seconds… rip.

  Ouch!

  “Keep your arms up, I’ve missed some.”

  I scrunch my eyes more tightly closed and get lost in my head. I don’t want this. It hurts. But Edgar wants it, so I’ll do it.

  “Now your pussy.”

  What? She’s going to wax my vagina? “No way,” I say way too forcefully.

  “Fine, I’ll go out there and tell him you’re not cooperating.”

  She steps back toward the door. “No!” I yell at her. “I’ll do it.”

  “Lie back and open your legs.”

  It’s not like I’m ashamed of my body. Actually, I really love it. I love how I feel when I’m touched, and when I have sex. It’s spectacular. Everything inside me comes alive, from my nerve endings to my blood. My skin tingles with excitement, and my heart races when I’m having sex. It’s the most satisfying thing I can do. I love being high and having sex. It’s almost like an addiction.

  Of course, I’m not addicted to either, but I love doing both.

  I don’t have a problem. I can stop anytime I want.

  I feel the warmth of the wax, and I push past the anticipation of what’s about to happen next.

  Warmth, a few seconds… rip.

  Ouch!

  I cringe as the stinging feels like fire is touching the most sensitive part of my body. “I have more to do, don’t move,” she murmurs in a tone filled with disgust.

  I want to get up and smash her for her hurting me. She likes hurting you, my brain tells me. I crank an eye open to see her smirking. Bitch, she does like hurting me. “What have I done to you?” I ask as she applies more wax on my vagina.

  “Pardon?” She turns her head slightly to look at me.

  “What have I done to you? You look like you’re having way too much fun… ” I move my eyes to where the wax is and add, “… down there.”

  “I’m just doing what I’ve been paid to do. You haven’t done anything to me.” She continues waxing me.

  “Yeah, right,” I grumble to myself. Bitch. She’s trying to goad me into a fight. I will. I’ll smash her if she continues pretending she’s better than me. I lie back down, close my eyes, and try to push her out of my mind. Instead, I think about the party Edgar’s going to take me to, and the reward he’s going to give me for being a good girl in here.

  I’m not sure how long it takes, but when she’s done, I’m totally smooth all over my body. Other than my mid-length brown hair, and my eyebrows, everything else has been waxed off. Everything. Every little bit.

  Getting dressed, I head out to find Edgar sitting at a bench seat. The bodyguard is standing beside him, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

  “I’m done,” I chirp happily because I know I’m going to be rewarded for being good. And the reward will be delivered in a beautiful, clear glass pipe.

  “Yes, I heard you behaved yourself.”

  The high of my last lot has been on the decline since that bitch started waxing me. But, I hung in there, behaving myself because I know what the prize will be.

  “Now, when we get you back to your room, I need you showered. I’ll place your clothes on the bed, and that’s what I want you to wear.”

  The bodyguard is a few steps ahead of us, and he arrives at the car before us, opening the door. “Okay,” I say to Edgar. I’m so excited. “What kind of party is it we’re going to?”

  “The best kind. You’re going to have so much fun.”

  “Do I know anyone there?”

  The door closes, and Edgar brings out the exquisite pipe. My eyes light up, and I know he knows he has something I want. “You’ll know me.” He chuckles, places a couple of shards in the bottom, and offers it to me.

  “Thank you,” I say. I inhale nice and deep, making sure the smoke touches every part of my lungs. The rush is alluring. The tingling starts from the top of my head, and surges all the way down to my toes. Like a floodgate that’s been opened, the high flows in quickly, sparking every nerve ending awake. “Yeah,” I mumble as I lie back, dazed and content.

  I don’t hear anyone talking, I don’t even feel the car traveling on the road. All I know, is I’m airborne, and I love it.

  “Hey,” Edgar shoves me on my arm. Opening my eyes, I know we’re back at the motel, where my room is. “Let’s get you inside, so you can get ready.” He waves the pipe in front of me, it’s a silent promise. Go with him, and I get more. Yay!

  “Okay,” I obediently reply.

  He grabs hold of my upper arm, and leads me inside. The fat guy is gone, but another guy has taken his place. “Hi!” I wave to him. “I’m Hannah,” I say as I giggle.

  He looks me up and down, and scrunches his mouth at me. That makes me laugh even more. I’m not sure why, but his face is funny. A cross between a hamburger and the Roadrunner. But the Roadrunner was cute. I laugh some more. “What are you laughing at?” Edgar asks as we head down the hall to my room.

  The moment we’re in front of the door, I giggle even more. “Sixty-nine. That’s so funny.” I point to the lopsided six. “Get it… Sixty-nine.” I lean into Edgar and kiss his neck. “Can we sixty-nine each other?” I whisper.

  He opens the door with his key, and pushes me in. “Go for a shower, kitty. I’ll have your clothes ready for you when you come out.”

  “Okay.” I don’t bother looking to see who’s in here, I know Edgar’s here, and I think the bodyguard too. Stripping bare, I leave all my clothes on the floor, and walk into the shower. Turning the water on, I get in and start washing myself.

  It feels like I’ve been in here for a second, when Edgar barges in, rips the flimsy plastic curtain back and stares at me. “Will you hurry up, you’ve been in here for over twenty minutes.”

  I burst into laughter again. How funny. Twenty minutes. “Yes, sir, Mr. Bossy.” I fake salute him.

  He turns the water off, grabs a towel and wraps it around my body. “Hurry up,” he snaps again.

  “I’m hurrying.” I giggle.

  “Stop laughing, it’s getting annoying.” That makes me laugh even more.

  “Shut her up, will you?” the bodyguard yells from in the room.

  “If you can be quiet until you’re dry, I’ll give you a special present,” Edgar says.

  “Yay, a present.” I clap my hands like a giddy school girl. I purse my lips together, and pretend to zip them up. But the laughter inside wants to break out. Edgar roughly dries the water off me. I do my best not to laugh when the towel touches my vagina. It kinda tickles, in a good way, even though it’s also sensitive from where I’ve been waxed. But I like it.

  “Okay, you’re done, now go get ready.” He turns me and smacks me on the butt. I jump and giggle again. Heading into the room, on the bed, there’s three things. “Is this what you want me to wear?” I point to the little bra and panties.

  “Yes.” Edgar takes his phone out of his pocket, and scrolls through it.

  “Oh, can you get me a charger so I can charge my phone? It’s dead.” I look around the room for my phone, but I can’t see it anywhere.

  “What phone?” the bodyguard asks.

  “Oh, I thought I had one.” I shrug. “I don’t know. Maybe I didn’t bring it with me.”

  “You were a good girl in the bathroom. Would you like some more?” I turn to see Edgar holding the pipe.

  “Just a little bit. Not too much.” I’m still naked, but when Edgar offers you a treat, you take the damn treat. Man, this is so good. I love it. I suck in all of it, and grab hold of his hand so he doesn’t take it away. “Little bit more,” I say sucking in the last breath’s worth.

  “That
’s enough for now. Get dressed.” He stands back to watch.

  I feel myself stumble a step, but I catch myself before I fall flat on my face next to the bed. That would’ve been so embarrassing. I pull on the panties, the string goes straight up my butt crack, and I try to pull it out. “This is annoying,” I say as I move on the spot. “Do I have to wear them?” I keep fidgeting because of the thin piece of material itching my butt.

  “Yes, you do,” his reply is definite. Which means, I have to wear them. “You’ll get used to it.”

  I huff and try to stop pulling them out. Then I pick up the bra, and put it on. It’s one of those push-up bras, it makes my breasts look plump and nice. “I like this. Can I keep it?” I ask as I fondle my breasts. I keep playing with myself, and Edgar’s quiet, not having answered my question. I look up and see him staring at me. He’s got a deviant smirk on his face. “What?” I ask. His eyes go to the bodyguard, and I turn to look at him, too. He’s got an erection, and he’s watching me. Then I turn back to Edgar and push my boobs out so I have a curve to my spine. “Do I look nice?”

  “You are by far my greatest… ” He intakes a sharp breath before he continues. “… girl,” he finishes. “My greatest.”

  I giggle again. I’m not even sure what’s so funny this time, but I laugh.

  “She certainly is,” the bodyguard says. “Good choice.”

  “Thank you,” I reply as I wiggle my butt at him. There’s a men’s long-sleeved white shirt left on the bed. “Do you want me to wear this?” I ask.

  “Yes, I do.” I pick it up, put it over my shoulders and begin to button it up. When I get to the button above my navel, Edgar’s hand stops me. “Just to there.”

  “Okay.” I smile at him, happy to make him proud. “What shoes should I wear?” Not that I have a lot.

  “These ones.” Edgar holds out a box, and gives them to me.

  “Where did they come from?”

  “We bought them, today. Remember?”

  My memory must be going, because I don’t. Opening the lid to the box, I see a pair of really high heels. “I’ve never worn anything so tall before.” They’re red and strappy and are cute as hell. “You might need to walk beside me so I can hold on to you,” I say.