Destructive Us: A Luxe Novel: 3

by H. Q. Frost

  "Rayne, this is Natasha, my date."

  "Hi." Rayne shakes her hand and Tash smiles.

  "Big fan." She giggles; she's even using a fake voice. This is hilarious.

  "And this is—"

  "Justin Borg. I know who you are." Todd's grinning and shoves his hand firmly into mine. "You got my dad off murder charges four years back."

  "Who's your dad?" I cock my eyebrow; I have no idea who this guy is.

  "Elmer Humphrey."

  Well fuck me running. His dad is the asshole that was involved with the crime boss I mentioned. Elmer Humphrey murdered six people and some how, I think thanks to Barry

  and my dad, I got him acquitted on all six counts.

  I don't acknowledge Tash, he hasn't introduced us and why would he? She's an escort.

  It's clear Rayne wants to catch up with him and Tash excused herself to the restroom ten minutes ago.

  "I'm going to get a drink." I smile at Rayne and walk away. That's when I hear her telling him I'm just a friend.

  Holy shit, I don't know how she managed it but Tash is next to Aaron Teppert and he's got his arm around her. Him and a group of people are looking at someone's cellphone and they're all laughing. Tash notices me and she looks at the glass Aaron is lifting to his lips and I think that means she's already slipped him the drugs. I hope that's what it means. She then motions with her eyes for me to meet her in the hallway. I see her lean in to Aaron and say something but when she goes to pull away he yanks her back to him harshly. A panic strikes her face and I want to lunge. This guy has no tact. In a room full of people he has the audacity to treat her like a piece of property.

  "Excuse me." I stop a girl passing with a tray of champagne. "Hi." I give

  her my most charming smile and she's already blushing. "Can I borrow this?" I take her tray.

  "Um." She's giggling and looking around.

  "Just stay right here." I wink at her and take the towel that's over her arm.

  All my life's aspirations have been fulfilled here tonight… I'm a fucking waiter at Doug Teppert's birthday party. This reminds me of when I first met El. I was confused when I saw her, why a girl like her would be serving drinks at a party like that but then my dad told me what she really did. I was still a little confused and wondered why she didn't just go around handing out business cards because she was only there looking for clients. Although, it doesn't surprise me that Ed Jacks wanted to display her like a piece of meat. I often wonder how Jacks turned out like he did. He's not much like his mother or father. That sister though, she's a fucking wild one. I like her, she's fun as hell, but even for me she's crazy.

  I barge my way into their little crowd and everyone's pissed until they see the alcohol and even Aaron takes one which gives Tash the chance to walk away. I find the waitress whose tray I stole and she's still giggling.

  "Are you trying to tell me how to do my job?"

  "You'll probably get fired if you do that. Also stay away from that guy." I point out Aaron then put her towel back over her arm. "Thanks." I grab a flute and walk away.

  Tash is leaned against the wall in the hallway and she's pretending to talk on her phone so I follow suit and I pull out my cellphone to see El texted me.

  "Won't be much longer," Tash says into her phone. "Just stay close because I'm not sure where I'll end up and I'm a little afraid."

  "I won't let anything happen to you." I walk away and find Rayne.

  "Justin," Todd says to me as I was about to read El's text. "Have you seen my date?"

  "Redhead?" I glance around. "Nope."

  EL: Where's your meeting at?

  Why does she want to know that?

  Rayne's talking about me with Todd but I'm not listening.

  JUSTIN: South Side

  I don't want to give specifics because I don't know

  where Jacks has taken her to dinner. I'd text him but she’d

  probably see it.

  I'm pulled from my phone by Todd's obnoxious laugh and Rayne grabbing my arm laughing. I smile and act like I was listening.

  "Need a drink?" I ask Rayne.

  "Sure." She finishes her glass of wine and hands me the empty one. "Thank you."

  I'm waiting at the bar behind a boy band singer and an ex porn star. Nothing but class at this party.

  My phone vibrates in my pocket and I glance behind me just in time to see Tash walking out with Aaron.

  "Shit." I hand my champagne flute to the porn star then make a dash for the door I saw them exit to the hallway.

  Aaron's fucked up, I can see him stumbling but he's keeping a tight grip on Tash. I'm still wondering how she weaseled her way to him tonight. She's good looking enough but with this red wig and fake mole on her cheek she's a bit scary. Like her name might be Helga and she may be hiding something you're not expecting under her skirt. I don't mean a weapon, not a handheld one anyway, well actually you…never mind.

  They've stopped because someone is talking to Aaron and even this man is wary of Tash. I pull my phone out, trying to keep my distance and act discreet, not like I'm stalking them.

  EL: Who are you meeting with?

  I wonder if she's trying to join me or what her motive is.

  JUSTIN: A New York firm. Friends of my dad. Boring bullshit, talks of merging, he does this every few years.

  I don't know why I'm adding more to this lie. I won't remember I told her this shit.

  They're walking again and I wait for the man they were talking to to pass me.

  "I don't think his girlfriend would appreciate that," I hear the man say.

  "Was she a prostitute?" the other man asks and I smirk but quickly get a move on.

  I see Tash's hand on the wall as they turn a corner

  and that's all I see so I pick up the pace. Around the corner I see them enter a room and this could either be an office or a bedroom because we're at a historic house that was turned into a governmental office building. Government officials stay here when they don't want to be tracked at a hotel.

  There's a woman that clearly works here, or she just has awful taste in clothes, but I turn my attention to a god awful painting on the wall. I'd like to get some of Ashley's art. She's got talent and those pieces she did of El that are hanging in Luxe, right up my alley.

  I smile and nod at the woman as she does me and keeps walking. I dodge across the hallway once she's turned the corner and I can hear Aaron. There's no doubt if he's feeling the effect of the drugs; I can hear his delayed, slurred speech. Tash laughs but she's quickly silenced and I'm assuming she actually has to engage in some sort of sexual contact with him. I hear her laugh again and I think she's telling him to slow down.

  Why isn't this guy passing the fuck out?

  I hear her yelp and then I hear a slap. Okay, well, I'm not gonna wait around for her to get the shit beat out of her. The door's fucking locked and I hear a loud commotion then I hear her scream again.

  "Fuck." I really don't want to get arrested for breaking a door down here.

  I'm about to kick the handle, I did this once to get into Kurt's apartment when he overdosed. Stupid asshole.

  Before I deliver I hear a soft click and the handle turns. Tash peeks through the cracked door then pulls it open when she sees me.

  "He fucking bit me!" she snaps, closing the door and locking it.

  "You alright? I was about to kick the door open. Where is he?" I look at her and I see her rubbing her neck. The bite mark is exact to the bite mark that was on El. One of the eyeteeth is set back from the perfectly aligned upper jaw. "Where is he?" I growl, ready to fucking kill.

  I assumed it was the other guy that hurt El. She mention this guy potentially raped her but those marks on her neck and shoulder were definitely this fuck!

  I step farther into the room and I see him slumped on the floor with an alarm clock next to him.

  "You hit him?"

  "I had to. He was going to kill me!" She runs to his side and grabs the alarm clock, quickly pluggi
ng it back in.

  "He's not dead, is he?" I can only hope.

  "Check!" She sounds like she didn't realize blunt force trauma to the head could kill someone.

  He still has a pulse and I'm disappointed.

  "Is he?" Her eyes are wide.

  "No. So your stupid drugs weren't strong enough, 'ey?" I roll my eyes. "Jacks is such a fucking idiot."

  "It was me. We crushed the pill up so it would dissolve faster and when I was pouring it into his glass from my ring some got on the table. I didn't know how much and I kept trying to slip him another pill but it was impossible."

  "Do you know him? How'd you manage to get him to bring you here?"

  "I asked him if he liked to have a good time and I asked him how rough he liked it." She shrugs like maybe she shouldn't have.

  "So how do you want to do this? He didn't fucking think this through." I lift Aaron's dead weight and he's nothing compared to his solid muscle friend. "Taking pictures of this guy passed out will be just that. Taking pictures of this guy fucking a girl but his face isn't in the shot so it's not him." I look at her then back at Aaron who I've laid on the bed.

  I just want to take a pillow and place it over his face. Tash would be nothing to handle if she tried to stop me. I wouldn't hurt her but I could manage to suffocate this asshole while she tries to fight me. Although, she might knock

  me out with the alarm clock.

  "I've done this before," she says opening her purse.

  "Uh, care to elaborate?" I laugh.

  "Not exactly this but my cousin, he passed out drunk

  and we took funny pictures of him." She's doing something to his face and now she's blowing on it.

  "Ooo look!" She's all giddy. "His eyes don't roll back."

  His eyes are open and looks like he's awake.

  "What'd you do?" I ask after pulling her back a step because I'm not sure if he's awake.

  "I glued his eyes open." She holds up a black bottle then laughs putting it back in her purse. "I was just going to Photoshop his eyes in but he's not a roller so I don't even have to do that."

  "You're scaring me." I smirk; I can't believe she knows to do this.

  "Let's hurry because I'm not sure how long we have. If he wakes up and you need to knock him out just aim for the head not the face. No visible marks."

  "Just come on." I take the camera she's holding out to me and she's pulling his suit coat off. She slips her panties off and puts them in her purse. "Jesus Christ," I mutter. I really

  wasn't prepared for this shit.

  "Relax, it's just a vagina. Help me move him so he looks like he's eating me out."

  "You have got to be kidding me."

  "Justin! Come on." She really does know what she's doing.

  Behind the lens it looks like she's pulling his hair as she actually holds his head up. She's instructed me to stand by the window because she's going to make it seem like these were snapped from outside. To me, it looks like the guy's passed out but that's because I know he is passed out.

  The funniest shot so far was when she sat him up and held him up by his face making it look like they were kissing. I intentionally took my time just to see how long she could hold him up. She lasted maybe a minute and when she dropped him he fell off the bed with a thud.

  "Last one," she says and looks at me. "Don't judge me, I don't want to do this."

  She puts his right hand into his hair, this girl is good. She takes a rubber band thing and makes his hand stay with

  his elbow propped up.

  "Put his hand in my hair like he's gripping it," she says and slides down him with her face to his cock.

  "Oh gross," I groan.

  She's already been bare skin to him but she's actually going to put his limp cock in her mouth.

  "Justin!"

  I do what she told me.

  "Come on," she mumbles unhappily.

  Tonight I've seen many sides of Tash that I've never wanted to see.

  With the tips of her fingers she pulls a pair of panties out of her purse, these weren't the ones she was wearing though. She throws them in the pile of Aaron's clothes.

  "Whose are those?"

  "I paid a prostitute fifty bucks for them." She smiles at me. "Help me."

  She starts pulling the blanket out from under him then gets in the bed next to him and starts flopping around, pressing her head into the pillow to make it look like someone was sleeping next to him.

  "Wait!" She grabs his pants and pulls his cellphone out to go through his phone then starts to laugh, flashing a picture toward me. He's got a picture of his cock, or someone's cock on there. "Don't mind if I do." She picks up the camera and takes a picture of his phone. "Little fuzzy but I can work around it. Here." Handing over his cellphone she says, "Take my picture," and pulls down her dress. "Like my tattoo?" She laughs. "It's fake." The heart tattoo on her boob has a ribbon draped over it and in the heart it says 'WHISKEY'.

  "Classy, Tash."

  "Nothing but the finest for Aaron Teppert. Snap the picture." She pushes her tits together and I take the picture, making sure not to get her face.

  Taking his cellphone she puts it up the skirt of her dress and snaps a picture. While she giggles I make sure not to look at that one. I've seen enough of Tash.

  She uses her dress to wipe our prints from the phone

  then puts it back into his pocket using his shirt to hold it. I walk to the door and look back as she's pulling a few strands of hair from the wig and entangling them into his clothes.

  "Shit, Tash, you've thought of everything."

  "Just go."

  "You'll be okay?"

  "Yeah. Hurry up."

  I crack the door and listen before I look. No one's in the hall so I step out and run as far away from the room as I can before anyone sees me.

  "Justin!" Rayne drunkenly calls my name and waves to me. "This is my good friend Georgia Ashford."

  I know exactly who this woman is. I've fucked her before.

  "Nice to meet you." She deceptively smiles at me.

  She was a fun girl the one night I spent with her.

  "You too."

  "Todd's lost his date," Rayne says. "Did you see his date?" she asks

  Georgia with a laugh.

  "Prostitute," Georgia claims and they both giggle like

  catty bitches.

  "Well, she's Aaron Teppert's prostitute now. I saw them leave together."

  "Oh shut up!" Rayne bursts into laughter and I smile.

  Georgia keeps eyeing me and I know exactly what she's thinking. This was how we met before except it wasn't Rayne. I was with one of Jacks' girls and I ditched her for Georgia. I'd never sleep with one of Jacks' girls though. Well that thoughts a little demented now, huh?

  I won't be ditching Rayne for Georgia but I will be ditching Rayne because I've gotten what I came for.

  "Rayne." I lean into her ear. "I gotta get out of here. I think it was the chicken."

  "Really?" She pouts.

  "Be in touch." I put my hand to her back then look at Georgia. "Nice meeting you."

  "You too." She winks and when I look at Rayne again, she's still pouting.

  "Ladies." I nod to them then suddenly Rayne hugs me and as I'm pulling away she kisses the side of my mouth.

  With an annoyed shake of my head I walk away. As I enter the hall I see Tash, the real Tash. The mole's gone, fake lashes are gone, pink lipstick is gone, red wig is gone, and the dress she was wearing was changed.

  "Fancy meeting you here." She grabs my arm.

  "You too. Share a cab?"

  "Absolutely."

  We get into a cab and I look at her. "How'd you manage this?" I mean her outfit change.

  "Well, I threw Natasha away in the kitchen garbage. My friend is a cook here."

  "If he made the chicken he sucks." I pull my phone from my pocket. "So now what?"

  "Now I do a little editing to make it more grainy and then I sell them."

  "Are you f
ucking serious?" I laugh.

  "Aaron Teppert will no longer have a sweet beauty queen girlfriend from Spain and I don't think he'll get a job in pediatrics anytime soon."

  "It's just sex," I say.

  "Sex with a prostitute and an affair." She smiles at me. "I hope things won't be weird between us now that you've seen my lady bits."

  "Just make sure El never finds this out," I mutter.

  She hugs me.

  "Night, Tash. I got it." I stop her from paying the cabby. "Let me know if there's anything I can do."

  "I can take it from here." She grins and gets out at El's apartment building.

  I look at my phone to see El texted two hours ago.

  EL: Do you often wear a tux to a business meeting?

  That's the first text.

  EL: And I didn't realize Rayne Bronson was not only a very attractive actress but she too is a lawyer. I'm assuming she works for the New York firm you're meeting with otherwise why would you have been photographed with

  her tonight?

  That's the second text and I'm afraid of the last text.

  EL: I don't understand. Why couldn't you tell me this this afternoon when I asked what you were hiding? Why are you doing this to me? Is it because of what I've been putting you and Ian through? I'm sorry Justin. I never meant to hurt you and you really did mean to me what I said you did. I deserve this because I'm the idiot that believed you when you said you really loved me and if this has anything to do with what happened to me Tuesday you should have just told me that. I fully understand you not wanting to be with someone that was raped. It's a degrading, disgusting defilement of someone's body and I'm appalled too. Your house key is on the counter in your kitchen. I'm sorry I went into your house. I didn't take anything except my clothes. Bye B

  Justin walked into his house going directly to the kitchen. The key was there, the earrings he gave her and three of his shirts she had. When he lifted the shirt there was a picture of him. Flipping it over he pushed his hand into his hair reading what she wrote. 'I can't throw a picture away so I cut you out'

  After almost two hours of pointless attempts to reach her, he called Ian.

  "What the fuck!" Justin screamed when Ian answered.

  "She left me too." His tone was noticeably drunk.