Somebody mixed my medicine..
I put a cigarette into my mouth as I drove my horribly beaten, used car down the highway, going way to fast for it to be legal. I exhaled the smoke out of my mouth and chuckled when I saw the line of people down the sidewalk as I drove by the hotel where this blow-out is taking place.
“Haven't been to one of these things in a while.” I said to no one as I drove.
It was true, though. I haven't been at “Home” for a very long time. When I was 15 I started coming to these parties, “Home”, to get away from my parents. They always were fighting with each other and were to busy to notice little ol' me sneaking down the stairs. God, they were horrible.
I drove a bit farther away and parallel parked in an open space between two extremely fancy cars. People always say you have to be rich to make it in New York, but I could differ. I am by no means rich, and I definitely don't have a good job. Yet.
I got out of the car and pulled my jacket out of the back seat, shutting both doors and laying the jacket on the roof. I reached down and pulled on the hem of my black, leather pants, fixing them around my slim waist. I patted my butt lightly, seeing my phone, wallet and keys all in check. I looked down at my half exposed chest and pulled up my bra, and my shirt down lower.
Am I whore? Oh, by all means no. (I'm still a virgin, lucky me.) But when you go to these parties, you better fucking know you ain't getting in if you don't look like one. I pulled on my all-to-tight, cut-off leather jacket as I walked. My cigarette hung out of my pierced lips, which were painted dark purple with lip stain, to the side.
Anyway, back to my parents. Since they were always to busy for me, I was left to do whatever. For a while, I was going hungry because of them. I finally stole my mom's credit card and left for three days before they realized I was gone. Great parenting. 10 fucking stars.
I chuckled, pushing past the people in the line and squeezing through the front doors of the hotel, flashing them all my V.I.P card. The bouncers there lead me to the door which read 420 on it. I laughed at the irony and pushed the door open.
I stumbled into the room and looked around at all the smiling faces. Blow-outs like these always put a smile on people's faces. Mine as well. They always called the parties like these “blow-out” parties because mostly everything in the place would get trashed, broken and turned into an overall hazard room.
“They” are the people who hold these parties. Each party has, at the very least, 500 people give or take the conditions and the place. The record amount of people at one of these parties is about 5,000 people. But, guess what? They charge money. Ten bucks a piece, and you're in. I point that out because of the money they earned that night. 50,000 dollars. For one night.
Once you're in, you're free to all the sex, drugs, alcohol, and whatever other things your screwed up little mind could imagine out of a party. Also; They didn't even care about your age. As long as you didn't look younger than 12, you didn't have any problems getting in. Or, if you are 12, you brought extra money. They will let you in if you flash a 100 at 'em.
Today, there was about 400, maybe 500 people divided into four hotels rooms that were attached to each other.
All the furniture was cleared out of all of the rooms, as well. The walls were painted with glow in the dark, neon paint. Orange, green, pink, and yellow were all under giant black lights in the rooms. Maybe I should've worn some white instead of all black.. Oh well. My laces on my thigh knee-high boots are white! Does that count?
In each of the four rooms, their was a different theme.. or, well, activity. In the first, there was the alcohol. The "Buzz" room. Any you could ever want. Hell, you could get anything from beer to a $3,000 bottle of wine. “Joh. Jos.” I think it's called. 'Some German thing.. hell, I just drink it. I don't care what it's named. I ain't buyin'.
The second room is the “Sex lounge”. Or what I call the, “Whore yourself to weird men” room. I've been there a few times to have fun with some of the girls and make the guys jealous because I got some before they did. Even if you didn't want to bang a bitch, you could always grab some toys of the racks and from out of the cabinets. As always. But, I tend to leave that room and it's diseases to itself.
The third room is the “Crank” room. That's where all the drugs are. Crack, codeine, Ecstasy, heroin, meth, marijuana.. I could go on, but I'd need a bigger memory span. They have a lot of exotic shit too, if you're willing to risk your sanity.. and life. Basically, there's a shit ton of whatever you want if you find the right table. Yes, they're even organizing, and storing your damn acid trip. You're welcome.
The forth room is just where everyone can dance, and hang out. The most tame of the rooms. Of course, you can bring your drinks and drugs in that room, but not the sex. That's the rules that everyone has to follow, or you're getting kicked out.
As I stumbled in, grinning madly, people were crammed wall-to-wall. They all were laughing, hanging out of the windows, and some laying on the floor, passed out. I stepped over the ones on the floor and laughed. I was finally able to go out again. Sweet, sweet freedom.
I just turned 18 a few days ago, and finally got settled into my new apartment. I didn't get to celebrate for my birthday because my family really doesn't like me. My present was moving out and having to buy my own apartment within a week or I got to spend my birthday homeless. Oh, wait. I did.
I went up to the topless waitress who had shots all over her tray and took one off, raising the shot glass to her and shooting it back as I walked off. As I was doing so, people were pushing me over unintentionally while they were rough-housing with each other. A few apologized, some didn't.
I walked into the “Sex Lounge” and chuckled.
“Hey, G.” A shirtless man grinned, walking over to me.
“Hey, Jason. Havin' fun?” I stepped closer and planted a kiss on his bicep.
“Well, now that you're here, I sure am.” He winked, leaning down to kiss me.
“Smooth, Jay,” I rolled my eyes at him and kissed him softly, chuckling. He was such a retard. “Want a drink? Hottie over there is giving out you favorite shots.” I pointed to the shirtless waitress, still pressed against him.
“Nah, I shouldn't. Not yet, anyway.” He murmured into my ear, flicking his tongue over the multiple piercings, making me pull him closer.
Jason smirked and trailed gentle kisses down my neck, down onto the tops of my breasts and then back up to my lips. I chuckled and kissed his soft lips harshly, already being able to taste the liquor on his tongue. We made out for a long while, occasionally whispering jokes about the people around us into each other's mouths.
“Well, I better get out of here. Wouldn't want anymore diseases from this place.” I pulled away from him and patted his firm, bulky back. “See ya, Jay.” I quickly ran into the “Crank” room, giggling as Jason shouted at me.
When I walked in and smiled at some people, my teeth glowed under the black light. They were pretty much perfect teeth to my knowledge. Not many people were blessed with that. I guess that's one good thing about me.
As I looked through the drugs on the table, I glanced behind me, seeing another familiar face, snorting some kinda white powder. Hell, it could be crack, it could be the hundreds of other things scattered 'round here. I just grabbed a previously wrapped joint and walked to the man behind me.
“Ah. It's you.” Was all he said as he wiped his nose and chuckled. “Hello, Gemma.”
“Hi, Damian.” I reached up and wrapped my arms around him. Damian put one arm around me and leaned back down to snort another line of whatever the fuck that was and grinned up at me. I made a face at him that practically said, “I'm so done with you.”
“Come on out to the balcony. Lets talk.” Damian pulled me with him, making me stumble and almost fall. Luckily, he was a very quick man and turned on his heel, catching me with little effort.
My eyes were widened as I laid in his arms, panting. “Good.. Good catch, D-Damian.”
Damian smirked and pulled me up, carrying me out to the balcony. “Thank you.”
I lit up the joint and leaned onto the ledge, taking an extremely long drag. I haven't taste this in so long. I almost wanted to moan in happiness. But, that's be a bit extreme. Even for me.
“You got a place here, cutie?” Damian asked, watching my pierced lips around the joint.
I blew out the smoke. “Yeah, and for complete bullshit money.”
“How much?” Damian questioned, taking the joint away from me and taking a drag.
“900.” I grinned at him, hoisting myself up onto the balcony ledge.
Damian's eyes widened. “Damn, whose ass did you have to kiss to get that? Dude, that's insane! Especially here.”
“Ya know. Only everyone's.” I nodded. I reached over to Damian, lighting the joint again so it didn't burn out from the breeze going through. “I know. It wasn't easy either. Rent's only 600 a month, too.”
“Hah, nice.” Damian let out a small chuckle. His was hand running up my leg as he chuckled. “I'm impressed. You sure now how to bargain.”
I blushed and pushed his hand off my leg, staring at the city. We were in New York. I don't blame Damian for being so surprised over my price tag for the apartment, really. This place is just beautiful. Watching people walk by down on the sidewalk was just as appealing as sitting at some dumbass party.
“Gemma. Come on.” Damian moved behind me, wrapping his arms around my slender waist and rocking me from side to side with him to the music blaring in the last room. “Don't you want to have some fun with me? I've seen those beautiful eyes glance over me. I've seen those pretty blue eyes go into a deeper blue with lust.” He continued to whisper in my ear, making me shiver.
“Damian, don't you have a girlfriend? And aren't you like 21?” I admit, I was getting turned on by his talk, but still pushed him away. He was..out of my league. To good for me. I will admit something else as well. He was very attractive. Jet black hair that was always spiked up, a pair of ice blue eyes that could kill you with a glare and a very cute face. His body was toned, but slimmer than most. Hell, I couldn't complain, though. I might like big guys, like Jason, but he was an exception.
“Broke up with her a while ago. And no. I'm 20, thank you.” He sneered.
I swung my legs back of the railing, standing up and flipping my, thick, waist-length hair and growled at him as I walked back inside. Damian chuckled and handed the half-smoked joint to another guy who was walking onto the balcony with a few of his friends. I strutted back into the Alcohol room, getting more shots and shooting a glare to Damian, who followed.
“Hey, don't glare. I'm just wanting a shot.” He said in defense of himself.
“What the fuck ever, Wayne.” I used his last name to make him want to smack me. To be honest, I'd be even more turned on if he did so.
We took shots together for a while, teasing each other and pushing each other's buttons. Out of no where, Damian, a smirk playing on his lips, pulled me and a totally stoned girl, into the Sex Lounge. I could tell he wanted something from us. I also knew he got horny after he did all of his damn drugs.
Damian pushed us together. “You know what I want.”
I leaned in to the girl, kissing her harshly as she rolled her hips into mine, making me moan harshly and grab her ass. She sucked on my tongue ring and nipped my tongue like the skank she was. She was damn good, too. Damian was getting his rocks off, I was getting a bit horny and now this girl wanted me. God damn it. I pulled away and pushed her to another girl, turning and smacking Damian harshly.
Damian grunted and then shoved me into the wall, closing the space in between us, leaning in. He was just inches away from my face before we heard something we've never heard before at one of these parties. Police sirens.
“EVERYBODY OUT! WE'RE BUSTED!” Someone screamed beside.
Damian got away from me and looked at the person, eyes widening. Jason's voice was apparent and he screamed something unknown to the party-goers.
He always told me there'd be code sentences if anything like this was to happen. I heard Jason's voice fade off, saying something about the “emergency plan”, as he was one of the ones who hosted this party. He was part of “They”.
Damian grabbed my hand and yanked me out the door, following Jason's voice. “If we follow him he'll get us out, I bet you.” I didn't say anything back. I was to shaken with fear. If we get caught, we're all going to jail. Tonight.
“Jason!” I shouted after him, making him look back.
“Come on, you two! Lets go! I'll get you outside, but you're on your own from there!” Jason slowed down so he could pick me up and lead Damian on. Damian seemed to get annoyed that Jason picked me up and carried me, but said nothing. I held onto Jason, occasionally asking if we were almost there.
As we ran, Damian reach up and grabbed my hand, comforting me and smiling. I trusted Jason more, but when Damian grabbed my hand, it did make me feel a bit better. I didn't understand how, but it honestly did.
“Here.” Jason said after about five minutes of running down various halls. “You two go now!” Jason shooed us with a gentle voice. “Call me tomorrow so I know you're safe, Ray.” And with that, he was gone into the night.
“Gemma, lets go.” Damian pulled me to his side as he saw the cops start fully surrounding the building. Damian lead me to a wooden fence that was a bit taller than him and he hopped over it first, looking up. “You ain't afraid, are ya?” Damian asked.
I grunted as I hopped over it, smirking at him when I land next to him. “Nope.”
When we ran, some corners we turned, we heard the cops closer than they were before. So then, we'd turn back around and find another detour. We jumped fences, ran through back alleys and even had to run away from the cops until we got to the street he said his car was on.
Damian pointed to his car which was a solid black Lamborghini with tinted windows and a polished finish. My mouth gaped in surprise, but managed no words. Damian opened the back door of his Lamborghini for me and smirked like the cocky little shit he is.
“We're going to my place, and you have no say.” Damian said to me, making me grunt in a protest.
I climbed in and rolled my eyes, moving my hair over my shoulder so I didn't crush it. He was something else. Damian got in the driver's seat and started his car, racing down the street. “I've always loved your hair, ya know. It's so thick.. so pretty.”
“Wayne, I will punch you.”
“You don't seem to like compliments.” Damian grinned.
“ Again. I will punch you.”
“Whatever, cutie.” Damian laughed.
When we got to Damian's mansion, I was god damned impressed. He's a rich motherfucker, I'll give him that. He could probably roll in all his money, and I'm looking through the cushions to get some. Fuck him. He got out of the car and opened the door for me again, taking my hand to help me out of the car. My leather pants were stuck to the seat for a moment, but he didn't seem to mind my struggling.
“Get your eyes off me.”
“Impossible.” Damian lead me up the cobblestone driveway and through the doors of the seemingly endless mansion, making my eyes widen. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my entire life. This made my house look like a cardboard box on the side of a road.
I cautiously walked on the hardwood floors, my shoes being very noisy about it, as well. Damian chuckled and followed me. “Ever seen anything like it?”
My hand grazed the deep red wall, that could almost be considered a purple. “No.. I've.. I've never seen something so beautiful. It's amazing, honestly.”
Damian laughed, raising his hands in defense, “It ain't great. It's kinda lonely in here. I mean, I can get whoever, or whatever I want in this place, but I don't want any cheap whores or fancy wine. I'd like someone to love.”
Damian seemed to be hinting something.
“Wayne, what are you trying to say?” I looked up at the taller man, lips in a hard line.
Damian turned on his heel and took my hand. “Now, I need to show you something else.” He lead me up the spiral staircase and to a beautiful, grand archway looking door. He pushed it open, to reveal what I presume is the master bedroom. “This is my room. It's a bit big.”
I looked around, astonished by the whole ordeal. “Damian.. this is beautiful.” I gasped, running my fingers over the wooden bedposts that were polished to the greatest detail. Damian slipped his arms around my waist from behind once more and pulled me back against his chest.
“Again.. it gets lonely.. Why don't you keep me company tonight?” He breathed into my ear, his teeth nipping at my earlobe as he spoke. My knees got weak and I, accidentally, nodded, making a small moaning noise as he toyed with me.
“Take off you shoes. Get comfortable. I'll get you some wine.” He released me from his tight grip and walked into another room, leaving me to myself. I looked over myself in the mirror. I stared, really. The realization of the situation was horrific, yet arousing. I was gonna have a midnight screw with one of the richest guys in the city.
I leaned down and undid the knot in both my boots, setting them next to the door and stuffing my socks into them with little care. I wiggled my toes, eying the perfect black polish that resided on my toenails, as well as my fingernails. I always got complimented for that as well. My hands and feet.
Damian came back with two glasses in hand, red liquid sloshing in them lightly. He motioned me over with a sway of his head and sat down on the bed, smiling. God, I hated him for that. His damned adorable smile that always made me want to punch him. In the mouth. With my mouth. Softly. Because I, as much as denied it, really liked him.
I, teasingly, swayed my hips as I walked up, getting up on the bed carefully. Jesus, it's like two feet off the ground, not to mention, it's a king size bed. I sat next to him and took the glass he raised at me.
“Ya know, I never thought you'd be the one I'd sit here with.” Damian said.
“Yeah, that makes two of us, Wayne.” I sipped my wine, like a classy shit, to make him glare at me.
“Wasn't what I was going for.” He had already finished his fine and set the glass down.
I handed my glass to him so he would set it next to his one the night table. “Hmmp.”
Damian chuckled and pulled me into his lap, pushing my jacket down my shoulders tenderly, almost like I was a piece of priceless crystal. He commanded that I stay still, and I obeyed of course. He slid it off and laid it at the foot of the bed.
I felt the need to cover up in this top. Like I said, I have never been one to whore myself, and I honestly feel to exposed for this to be right. Damian laid me back on the bed, still treating me like I was going to shatter if he was rough. I let out a gentle sigh, looking up at him as he hovered over me.
“Is now a good time to tell you that I've been in love with you since we first met?” Damian asked.
I didn't know what to say. I think my blush did the trick though, and he smiled. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, kissing me softly for a very long while.
“Is it okay for me to tell you that I've been denying that I loved you since we first met?”
Damian shook his head and chuckled. He kissed me again, but deeper this time, pushing me down on the bed as he did. Sooner or later, we started to pull on each others clothes in a haste, trying to be as close as we could to each other.
That night was the best night of my life. And damn, did we make love.
As much as I hate to think about it sometimes, I lost my virginity to the richest guy I know. But now, seven years later.. I think it good choice. Hell, he's a damn good husband too. We got married two years after that party. As for me and Jason, well, we never spoke again. I sometimes wonder what happened to him, but then I realize, he most likely got jailed for holding those parties, or for all the other shit he's done in the past. But, I can't blame him.
Somebody probably mixed his medicine, too.