“Sounds like a plan to me.” I toss the sucker in an ashtray then lead the whore down the hall. I don’t even know her name. Nor do I care to. All I care about is if she can fuck me till I forget mine.
I close the door and the bitch is on me like a damn rash, working my zipper and button, going straight for my dick. “Slow down, love.” I yank on one of her blonde pigtails.
She smiles at me. “I took a hit of E. I’m so horny. You want a hit?”
I never touch drugs other than smoking a joint, but tonight I need to forget. I need an escape from the pathetic reality of my life. “Yeah.”
“My skirt has pockets,” she tells me as though it’s the greatest thing ever, then hands me a white pill with a smiley face stamped on it. “It’ll kick in faster if you snort it.” The bitch starts rubbing on my dick. “It’ll make you feel real good.”
“What if I don’t want to feel anything?”
Her brows pinch together. “That defeats the purpose, silly.”
Fuck it. Anything must be better than my current state of mind.
I crush the pill on the nightstand and roll up a dollar bill to snort the powder through. The substance shoots straight to my brain in a fiery trail that has my eyes watering. “God damn.” I blink as this whore giggles, pulling me onto the bed with her.
As soon as my head hits a pillow, she’s straddling my waist and pushing my shirt up to plant kisses down my happy trail.
Fuck me, she’s eager for some dick. Wrapping a fist around the base of my shaft, she starts to stroke as her mouth caps over the head of my cock. Swirling her tongue around the tip she sucks me deeper in her mouth.
I grip the back of her neck, forcing her to gag on my length.
The bitch gurgles and slurps, taking me to the back of her throat. She’s no Freya fucking Crow, but for tonight she’ll do.
She’ll fucking do.
I fuck this bitch’s face, allowing the drugs to take hold.
For a few hours I forget that I’m a worthless prick.
Chapter Eleven
Two months later
The Florida sunshine hits my face as I open the blinds in the kitchen and flick on the coffee pot. I soak in the morning sun and smile as Cleo rubs against my ankles, purring. I left Hell and found paradise. Every day seems like I’m on a dream vacation that has no end in sight.
The front door opens and my roommate, Jill returns from her morning jog. “You’re up early,” she notes.
“Yeah, I told Justin I’d meet up for breakfast.”
“Ooh, Prince Charming finally grew a pair and asked you out,” she says with a bounce in her step.
“Whatever. It isn’t like that.”
“Girl, please. He’s so into you.” She straightens her violet-colored ponytail. My roomie is bubbly and one of the happiest people I’ve ever met in my life. All of her clothes are bright colored and she’s more than a little obsessed with all things Disney.
“We’re friends.”
“Mhmm.”
“He’s nice.”
“All right. I’ll hush. That for me?” She kicks off her shoes and moves for the coffee pot.
“No. It’s for me and Cleo.”
She bumps her hip against mine. “I know you playing.”