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Rating: R to NC-17

Content: drug and substance abuse, strong sexual content and or acts, strong adult language, strong violence, and rape

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Genre: Dark Comedy/Drama

My Bitches:
characters that I have created w/ a few exceptions.
In alphabetical order

Enrique(Rico)Andes
(Flaccid)Amir Asid
Orlando Bloom
Holsie Calgallon
Dylan Carter
Chelsea (& Her Boobs) Declerque
Charles Elaine
Raul Estaban
Autumn Foster
Quiche Maraschino(Cherry)
Dominic Monaghan
Tetsuo Nakamura
Fallon Shelby
Belen Valdizan
Ahn Chaun Veragara
May-Lynn Veragara
Stony Versai
Elijah Wood

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Summary:
Elijah Wood a promiscuous New Yorker, recalls the accounts of his life thus far.

Scandal-meter: Paris Hilton Sex Tape

In The Beginning...

My vision was truly a spectical-and such a quaint sequence of events to be quite honest. And to Fallon's dismay (Oops!) everyone played into my little fantasy and the effect was positively decadent. Blast! That was a bit premature. (The mention of Fallon of course) Oh all right, I suppose I shall do my job as the informative narrative speaker in this chronicle of the past twenty-two years of my existence as will shortly follow, and clarify the enigma that is Fallon Shelby. So, where shall we start? Oh yes! We met at a rave in high school and what a tasteless social soire that was! The brute that threw it all together in what was evidently a little less than a haphazard kind of manner, couldn't even afford to hire a decorator-the design was just ghastly! So unoriginal! A complete emulation of this mundane type grudge chic-that wasn't remarkable in the least when it was in style. Anyway, back to Fallon-so she was this broken type of punker lass, who pretended to have be this lifeless acid jaunted hallucination (Oh can you imagine!) just sort of blah there were so many more atheistic teen junkies just like her. I just happened upon this rave and as I recall cocaine had sadistic dominion over me that night-so forgive me if this tale is distorted my mind is a bit fuzzy at the moment. "More scotch please!"

Fallon had these incredible blood red lips that were just sort of there and looked a bit frayed and chapped-but of course that was the way she liked them. And her hair! I swear you could never see that girls eyes, they where always shaded by that scruffy mass of midnight blue. She was the malicious type, situationally so-in fact I think it was counterfeit but it was such a trend! I'm sure she was a different person entirely behind closed doors-but then I heard from a friend, of a friend, of a girl who once shared a dorm with her in college, that she was a tad bit voyeuristic so then the doors wouldn't be closed then now wouldn't they? Oh why bother? Let's put it this way, the bitch was seriously disturbed. She held partial account of the dealings, but was mostly under the influence of her violent boyfriend (such a pill). I think it came to the point to where she wore heroin scars on her bony arms (how unattractive!) who would want her now? Apparently not her boyfriend oh no, he was on to bigger and better things like the 7-Eleven prostitute with a clubbed foot-yes he was most certainly destined for greatness.

This tragic circumstance broke her of course and she was seen cutting herself with broken glass from a mirror in the girl's bathroom. The Caucasian, drug addled, sex fiend look was seriously dated and Fallon needed to get a clue. So blatantly the humanitarian guy that I am I offered her a hand, which she accepted with her own bloody one. This instance left her jaded which was typical of her type, weak, dependent, yada, yada, yada? She lost all touch with the realm of the real world after this encounter, and became a dingy, seemingly mute, non sequitur. The hag was over, and so completely mad with her own profuse lunacy that she tried her damnest to drag down anyone who came into contact with her. And so naturally I kept my distance, and soon learned to forget about her just as everyone else had (Fallon who?).

To pick up where I left off, oh?what?I dunno? Three? Maybe four paragraphs ago? I threw this fabulous party and all the alliances were there to partake in the merriment. It was spectacular! Sensational! The colours where vibrant, stripes! Polka dots! Even plaid! Dancing on walls, wrapped around couches, hugging the scenery in this entrapment of sheer brilliance. And then that HAG stumbled in, Fallon-fucking-Shelby in all her gloom. She was totally weirding out my entourage MY scene! And suddenly everyone was whispering about her.

"I heard she was pregnant then miscarried, and ate her dead fetus."

"Well, I heard she had abnormal rectal cancer and now she shits out her tits."

"I heard she full on kissed her schnauzer and starred in a bestiality video."

I could have whipped out my dick, stuck it in my ass, and lactated into my anus and NO ONE would have even looked up! Fallon's pitiful performance was clearly more amusing. So what does a guy do in times such as these? Well, I'll tell you! I marched right up to little miss Fallon, and said: "You just feed off of the drama now don't you? To which she replied.

"Fuck, off Wood I had a personal invite from one of your minions." Minions? Honestly who says THAT anymore? "Lovely to see you." And she attempted to turn and leave. To fucking turn her spine protruding back on ME! I didn't stand for it then and I most certainly wouldn't now either!

"You like them looking at you-it makes you important but you aren't important anymore Fallon Shelby. You are fucking swine and worst to everyone else, you are like shit that not even flies would feed on!" Oh you really should have seen her expression after this comment she was livid! Positively exuding negative energy and she was bringing down my natural pertinacity-she HAD to go! "I said leave, and I KNOW you heard me so why don't you fuck off?" She left after that-I mean only a fool would stay after enduring that kind of humiliation in the presence of the social elite. "Goodness!" I exclaimed to Quiche once Fallon had gone. Yes Quiche-as in the food (her parents were hippies). "That girl is positively draining!" I adjusted my signature brown corduroy pimp hat and stalked off in the other direction.

Okay, I know what your thinking--and you're not original I've seen that look before! The epic hasn't yet begun-but give it time I promise it'll be absolutely disreputable! But then that's what you'd expect? Right?

I reread this twice and some things sink in, others don't :blush: *confuzzled*

Ahh oh well, I'd be sticking around to see what develops out of this :D

Hey Chris! I know the story is extremely racy and Elijah is like manic through the whole thing! He'll start to tell a story and then go back and emphasize something, or start telling the readers about something entirely different. It requires full attention! Because he not quite all thurr! But this is the response I wanted tho' the whole confuzzled thing! Its cool that u tried to re-read it to grasp it better but don't feel bad if u still don't understand! And thanky for reading! BTW did you post 'The Euro Trip' FF herre? Cuz I haven't seen it and I wanna read!
-Cleo a.k.a Elijah's Sex Kitten

Haha yup I did, it's under Elijah's section, haven't been updating in a while because am on another story at the moment *points at banner in siggie* Wants to write the short story contest for that heh!

And guhhhh, now you've got me hooked. If I don't get it I wouldn't feel stupid (I hope)





p/s: I'm still re-reading Plush Velvet, just not replying until we've caught up. Just so you know :yay:

Hey Chris! I checked out ur fic Loving The Dead! Its awesome girl! And for u I have another confusing chapter!
-Cleo a.k.a Elijah's Sex Kitten

Chapter Two-Taming The Shrew
"Holy Hefner Elijah!" Shrieked Belin this delectably saucy 'Butter Pecan Puerto Rican' I picked up at 'Route 66 ' the night before.

"The great one." Nodded Quiche referring to our Idol; Hugh Hefner.

"You totally look the part of a 'Happy Days' extra! Totally look the part…" She trailed tossing her copper-toned hair over a narrow shoulder. Fallon agreed mumbling some incoherent nonsquitur from her humbled position in the back of the room to which the three of us shook our heads and then continued our conversation without giving her monotonous being any further acknowledgment. Yes, folks as Elton John so blatantly put it 'The Bitch Is Back' and this time she's here to stay. You see Chelsea & Her Boobs (A nickname she acquired for obvious reasons) is one of my dearest associates and most devoted follower-and Fallon just happens to be her COUSIN! Of course I didn't know this until Chelsea & Her Boobs revealed the horrid secret to me while the two of us where getting Belin off in the hot tub. It was quite a shocking revelation, even more so when the urgency set in as I snorted the last line of Special K I scored from a mate back in England (oh its all the rage).

Consequently, Fallon and I were forced to be civil to each other-or at least for the moment (I'm working in this one). A smile was given in Belin's direction and then a kiss…or was it more of a suckle? Goodness, who can remember? Why do I even bother recalling the accounts of my raunchy adolescence? Oh yes! Now I remember! Because it was interesting-and a little debauched but what isn't these days? The point of the matter is someone is bound to listen, someone like you for instance. So now I will continue, but my pace a haphazard one so pay attention!

"Thank you darling," I proceeded. "That's so sweet of you to say!" And I gave a peck to her cheek. "So what mischief shall we get into this evening?"

"How about we crash that party at 'The Lodge'?" Quiche suggested.

"Oh yes, yes-the one near 'Bendels' on 21st street!" I confirmed swatting at a fruit fly. And so off we went a tad bit underdressed for the occasion but if clothes were to come off any way then what really was the point? So, as I said before we went off to the club, where a fabulous DJ was playing-and where there was a joyous abundance of ecstasy guzzling women to bed with. If I recall correctly Belin was long forgotten after I slipped some acid on my tongue whilst being led by some leggy blonde to a secluded area in the lounge. And from what I could tell Belin was quite content sniffing lines of cocaine off of the bartender's dick so everyone was happy! Regretfully, I must say that I didn't stay on very long, my untimely acid trip complicated things a bit-maybe it was because I swore that 'Smurfs' where taking over my internal organs and causing my spleen converse with my trachea. Which is completely irrational due to the fact that they are in complete different dwellings in my body altogether! Or was the real reason because spleens cannot in fact…talk? Oh bother! The point is that I was completely fucked up, and my playmate left me shortly after (oh don't feel sorry for me we can make up for it later!) Basically, I was left to entertain myself, which of course led to my first hospitalization. Never leave an acid tripper to wood glue, and a lighter (who knew glue was highly flammable?) Needless to say I burned the fuck out of myself and maybe hurt my ego a bit in the process.

I think my admittance to the Cedar Sinai hospital was my first consultation with my mother in about six months (she's a bit estranged you know). She cooed, and fussed over my wounds the way any normal parent would, stole my sympathy money I received from friends and took off (I know, I know it's a tad bit 'Where The Heart Is', but hey shit happens!) now what's a guy to do? Well I'll tell you what I did! I walked my bloody, gown clad, barefoot ass five miles to Chelsea & Her Boob's house only to find that her 'breastestness' wasn't around…just…Fallon my evil mimeses (We hates her! We hates her!). Blast, foiled again! But no matter, despite my deep abhor for Fallon I tolerated her-I didn't even mind all that much when she went down on me. Don't get me wrong! I still hated the bitch! Oh she was such a dreadful wretch…but-she did give good head so…I guessed that I might stay a little longer! Too bad I didn't know at the time that by doing so I was just taking the bait-but enough of this synopsis the real plot would come later!
Until Next Time…

Me = :huh: :unsure:

*pats ownself*

LOL thanks anyway

Heh, sure no prob!
-Cleo a.k.a Elijah's Sex Kitten

Maybe I should change the title 2 'The Cat In The Pimp Hat'...?
-Cleo a.k.a Elijah's Sex Kitten

Lol, I'm confused too...

But this is really interesting...insane but very interesting. It's very visually descriptive but totally skewed and off the wall at the same time. I like and don't need to be un-confused to enjoy.

:) Keep it up...lol...

A bit confusing... :unsure:
But that's what I love about it!

And this Fallon chick freaks me out, but she's funky! :blush:
I'm weird... It's not my fault...

Post more soon, sugar pie!
I'll be reading your stories, as always... ;-)

Yay! ^_^ Peepz r actually readin this! I thought the tone wuz to off da wall for n e one to clearly understand, but the point is...ur not sposed 2! Thankz for readin y'all!
-Cleo a.k.a Elijah's Sex Kitten

Chapter Three-Lani & Me

Fallon and I had stayed on for a little longer than a month…a month of civility mind you…and maybe just a little something else . And it just so came about one day while I was a sipping on Smirnoff and bumming a fag that this tiny blonde just sort of happened upon my doorstep. She was about 5'2, hazel eyed, flat chested, and full lipped. She wore a fur coat about her microscopic frame and it was clear that there was nothing underneath. "Dylan." She said in this itty-bitty voice, and then she took my cigarette, puffed on it and blew a stream of smoke into my face. "And you are?" She quizzed as if she didn't already know.

"Way, too old for you." I answered with a smirk taking back my smoke and grinding it into the pavement as I stood up.

"My friends call me Lani." She rushed attempting to keep me from going inside. "But you can call me anything you want." I grinned slipping my hands into the pockets of my jeans. "I've heard a lot about you."

"Oh really?" I replied leaning on the railing of my stoop. "What is it that you think you know? Dylan " Her smiled faded and she sighed regaining her composure.

"I know that…" She trailed biting her lip. "I know-that you service half the hoes in this building!" She remembered with such an elementary chortle.

"Service?" I repeated. "I think what you know is pretty obvious…honey, everybody knows that. Even the bloody landlady in fact she's been 'serviced'," I quoted with my fingers. "A few times herself. How do you think a junkie like me lives in such a swank address?" (It was Upper East Side New York!) Poor lowly Dylan could do nothing but shrug her narrow little shoulders, which inevitably caused her jacket to slide down exposing the fleshy pink of her chest. "Let me tell you something babe," I began watching the cars whiz by on the streets down yonder. "I'm a fucking predator and you're not my game-so," I continued easing up the steps. "Nice meeting you-and goodnight." I saluted her turning away from the biting cold, and her puzzled expression.

"Elijah fucking Wood right?" Dylan screamed which was a lot for her and I turned around half past pissed. "How could you?" She went on strutting her pale legs up the steps. "What am I not young enough for you? Fourteen is like middle aged to you?"

"Jesus, lower your voice! I shushed putting my hand over her mouth.

"Don't touch me you monster!" She pulled away. "Whose the twelve-year-old your fucking? Why can't I EVER LIVE UP TO YOUR OUTRAGEOUS DEMANDS?" So you can only guess what happened next right?

"Okay, fuck come in-you won!" I grabbed her by her arm and pulled her inside. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I yelled once the two of us had left the halls in a little less than inconspicuously. As if the price of my head on a stake wasn't worth enough to my fellow tenants.

"Look, I'll make it really simple." Replied Dylan to my surprise. "I got something you want," She flirted unbuttoning her jacket which was really rather pathetic in my opinion. "And you've got something I want." Her hand reached for the crotch of my jeans, I looked at her with such a fetching snarl that she smiled back-undaunted unphazed.

"If you're going to be a whore," I began removing her hand. "Than do it right." Dylan nodded putting on her best 'big girl' front, oh you really should have seen her just as terrified and myopic then anything I had ever seen! "Look at me." I took both her palms to mine-it wasn't a tender gesture I swear! I simply didn't want any hands on distraction while I was trying to make my point. "Look at me like you hate me," Dylan shot me her best pair of bedroom eyes. "No, try again." That time she succeeded. "Good, now imagine me naked." There just something about that word that makes everyone that hears it laugh. "You're not ready." I answered firmly setting loose her hands. "You're gaze wasn't even moderately endearing and you are way too young to understand the proper meaning." Dylan shook her pretty blonde head. "What are you running from Dylan? And who referred you to me?"

"What?" She questioned tripping over her stilettos.

"I have many spies you know, my underlings are set loose on society all the time and think you just might have crossed ones path." I grinned but this time she didn't reciprocate she just stared. Nobody spoke for a long while and I sighed at the utter absurdity of this situation!

"Well I," Dylan began timidly. "I did meet this one girl." I nodded taking a seat on the couch as I took off my 'Steve Maddens' she followed me back to my room when I went to put them away. But that was very predictable; the child was like a bloody puppy-she just couldn't seem to leave me alone!

"Elaborate," I demanded pulling my T-shirt over my head. "What did she look like?" Truth be told I was getting irritated.

"Um…" She sighed watching me replace the shirt with a new one, and then my pants. "She was like 5'4, Asian looking, had long black hair?" I tucked the pockets of my P.J pants into place, which was amusing to her.

"Ah!" I pointed pulling the sheets back on my bed. "May-Lynn!" Dylan nodded.

"Yeah! That's the one!" She exclaimed. "And who said I was running from something?" I raised my eyebrows to this, girls like Dylan where always running from something. Why else would she be this persistent? "Okay so me and my mom have this like constant conflict but its serious I…swear! I spent three years in 'Juvi' because I tried to kill her." I shrugged nonchalantly it was just so mundane! What teenager didn't attempt to murder their parents? And Dylan here had only attempted to murder her mother (Big deal!) an entire family isn't even mildly depraved in my opinion. Hmm, maybe incest would spark more of a fuse in my mind but not likely I've been exposed to far too much over the years.

"What did you do exactly?" I quizzed lying back on the comforter. "And this had better be good."

"I put 'Drain-O' in her cornflakes…didn't work though, I guess the taste threw her off." Ya think?

"Drain-O? How inspired? But you do know, that if she had in fact died that the forensic lab would have traced Monoethanalamine back to you because you'd have to be finger printed and the substance turns the ink red. Oh and you can't wash it off either, its neothermic so it embeds itself in your pores." Dylan stared dumbfounded. "What? That's elementary hun, everyone knows that!"

"No way!" Dylan rushed over to my bedside and sat down in my lap. "Who have you tried to kill?" Her brown eyes shone in wonder (She was such a child!).

"Namely? Myself, but it didn't work though." I grinned, turned out the light and pushed her out of my lap. "You, couch." I pointed into the other room, and that was that.

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Elijah+Lani=?

Ooooo...lol, Drain-O...

Still lovin' this Cleo...

Confused, but happy. :rolleyes:

Off the wall is fun, especially because msot people don't do it. Major props to Cleo for being able to confuse...on purpose. :)

Dude! U killed me wit that line just now! :laugh: :laugh:
Hehe...

LOL ^_^
And I don't like this Lani chick...

So Elijah is like a pimp then...? I can't imagine that... :eek:

Great chappie, sugar pie!
Post more soon!

I dun think i like Lani either! Doz that sound funny coming from me? Well n e wayz Elijah isn't a pimp per say just a bit of a nympho...
-Cleo a.k.a Elijah's Sex Kitten

Da story rock socks Cleo!!! Major props on puttin Lij on da 'pimp' wagon!! I'd love II see him as a P-I-M-P!!

Lani... such a baby... eck.. i dont lyk her either... iono jus sumthyn i jus dont lyk bout day character!!

Dayum... hate da gurl but still gets it frum her.... jeez wat a Mister Pimp!! :yes:



Oh yeah... major props on da avvie... Pucca rocks socks!! :yay:

Asta la Pasta

MissY :fairy:

You know about Pucca! How cool!
-Cleo a.k.a Elijah's Sex Kitten

Hey all,
I have returned (hold your applause). Hehe jus playin, n e wayz sorrie for the wait, I was waiting for inspiration and than BAM it bit me right in the arse! Hehe.
-Cleo

Chapter Four-Decisions

By now I’ve reached the realization that Dylan is much more difficult to elude than I had thought initially. Or at least this is what I suspected during the time of our fling (I swear it was nothing more!) I had no desire to pursue a longtime escapade, as I normally don’t, you see I tire easily, and a woman can only suffice for so long. But the point my fellow readers, is that her pertinacity was unmatched and I had one of two options:

1.Fuck Dylan
2.Make Dylan kick rocks

Hmmmm. Decisions, decisions.

The answer you see was not as it seemed, each option appeared more alluring than the other (Please don’t laugh.). I was utterly perplexed. So I called upon my most beloved conspirator, Chelsea & Her Boobs. “I’ve met this Dylan?� She questioned scratching at her adorable freckles with a feline nail. I grimaced having inhaled a bag of heroin (dreadful stuff!) before making my reply.

“Hrmm? Why yes! I suppose you have!� I scratched at the stubble on my chin. “No, no that was Jolie. Damn, striking resemblance eh?� Chelsea nodded tapping at a purple vein obtruding her freckled forearm (They’re everywhere ).

“What’s the sit. with this one Lij?� I rubbed my eyelids about in circles, as she proceeded to rubber band herself.

“Whatever do you mean? What’s the sit. with all of them?� I snapped watching as she promoted her own self-destruction by injecting a with out a doubt-contaminated hypodermic into her swollen purple vein.

“The sexual aspect of course.� She breathed falling back on the steps of my apartment complex.

“That’s the constant in my life Chelse,� I muttered watching the cars of Upper East Side New York whiz by. Only now do I realize what a contradiction it is to be sitting on the stoop of an apartment complex in Upper East Side New York doing smack. “But to my own astonish we have yet to make it past 1st base-I haven’t necessarily sought too—is that not odd?� Poor, sweet little Chelsea could scarcely nod her drugged out head. “Babe, your drooling perhaps we should make our way inside.� I plucked the still inserted needle from her blackened arm and took her bag.

Sometime after this occurrence, and maybe a little while subsequent to Chelsea thoroughly passed out on my sofa, Dylan returned from a rave somewhere on the west side. Her Strawberry Blonde locks were frazzled, and damp, her body much the same. Liquored up and dressed down she lay incoherent on my bed. Now what’s a guy to do? I stood conflicted watching as she knocked her bony knees together flashing her lacy pink underwear. “Dylan, hun…can you stand?� Dylan shrugged her narrow shoulders chuckling at my request. I grasped both her frail arms and pulled her forward, to which she responded by falling helplessly over my shoulder. This child was an absolute mess, but somehow my mess. My half naked, non-sequitor slurring, fourteen year-old mess. “Ah, Jesus, I’m really having a some ethical issues about now.� I groaned carrying Dylan into the other room to the couch. Oh yes, did I forget! Must have slipped my pedophilic little mind! Chelsea was on my couch! Now, now where does this one go? I thought to myself. Well perhaps she could bunk with me; yes this could be a possibility. No! No, I shouldn’t! I can’t! By then Dylan was getting a trifle heavy, and my period of deliberation had tragically come to an end. So…. I plopped her right back down on my bed. “Fuck,� I rubbed my wearied eyes. “How bout a Valium and lets call it a night?� I spoke to myself, which doesn’t seem at all healthy now that I recall. I know what your thinking “Get to the point Elijah!� And I most certainly will. Now, I didn’t take advantage of her state and that is the honest to God truth. Instead I took a field trip to my balcony, smoked a much-needed joint, tipped my signature ‘Pimp Hat’ at an unconscious Chelsea, and was off to bed. I supposed at the time that Dylan could kick rocks in the morning.

A Message From The Author

The word sit. is an abbreviation for situation, in case n e one was wondering.

This has been a message from the author.

your official stalker has finally got her slow ass around here. and her slow ass has decided that you are officially more of a genius than her slow ass thought in the first place. Which is a big deal.

CLEOOOOOO!! awesomeness darling!! i LOVE it when you make Elijah a fucked up asshole *Coughplushvelvetcough*. I must admit, I get kind of confused, but its a good kind of confused!!!

And you definately should post more soon. because this is like... awesomeness. as usual. *hugs cleo*

so, post more craziness soon!!!

:kiss2:

:wub: :wub: :wub:
I am so feelin' the love right now! Man that wuz such a compliment! Thankyouthankyouthankyou! You are a truly awesome person, and i will be catchin up wit ur story. I kno' I've been a bad reader--but i've been soo buseh! Okai, ima goin! Thanks again gurl! BTW I sha'll post 2morrow.
-Cleo

*hugs* no problem girl. i know how ya feel.

but i gotta go. town. fun. not.

ha.

love you loads!!

:kiss2:

Okai, i am back with a nu chap! & I apologize because its a short one. But another will be on the way--hopefully next week (y'all kno' how I am!) You may have to re-read the last chap to refresh ur memories...
-Cleo

This is for Heidi! :wub:

Chapter Five-Vomit & Chocolate Chip Pancakes

Vomit and chocolate chip pancakes.

Who would have thought that I would be cleaning up a mess such as this at eight o’clock in the morning? Shall I elaborate? Well, Dylan who bedded with me previously was utterly and completely hung over the following morning thus the vomit. Oh and it came up in pools! Disgusting, but made for quite an easy clean up (thank God for bamboo slatted paneling!) Chelsea (& her boobs) who had quite a lovely heroin binge was stark raving mad the day after, and was going on about chocolate chip pancakes—insisting that I listen even as I was catching the river of vomit spewing from Dylan’s open mouth (her rambling did not cease!). Finally, I had to bid her to the kitchen so that she would make the fucking chocolate chip pancakes and stop going about them! Apparently, her motor skills where lacking that morning and she got pancake batter all over the walls, on the counter, and the floor as well.

However, I did not take notice for I was in the bathroom holding Dylan’s hair as she leaned over the toilet. Minutes later Chelsea (& her boobs) returned with a steaming plate piled with chocolate chip pancakes. “Chelse, I love you to death—but darling could your timing be any worse?� Dylan slumped against the side of my bathtub and so an idea arose.

“Come sit at the table with me Elijah.� Chelsea (& her boobs) offered sweetly with a crooked smile.

“Not now, Chelse, I’ve got to get Dylan in the bathtub.� To which Chelsea responded with a prolonged groan. “Dylan,� I patted her ashen cheek. “Dylan, take off your clothes love I’m putting you in the tub.� Dylan’s eyes fluttered open and she began to undo her bra and being the respectful young man that I was I turned away (I swear I did!). My hand fondled the knobs for the faucet and I ran the water—Dylan caught my hand. “None of that.� I groaned pushing her frail form away. “Just get it in!� I demanded stepping back, she sighed frustratingly continuing to undress. I poured some bubbles in maneuvering around her my hand over my eyes (I needed no further temptation).

“ELIJAH!� Chelsea (& her boobs) hollered from the kitchen. “YOUR PANCAKES ARE GETTING COLD! LEAVE DYLAN AND COME EAT!� That was quite rightly the morning from hell. I turned back towards Dylan who had just climbed into the bathtub (which was now overflowing). I fumbled with the knobs to stop the running water, as Dylan went under. I couldn’t see her beneath all the bubbles, and I assumed the worst.

“Dylan?� I called scraping the bubbles away to reveal the clear tap. “Quit fucking around, the last thing I need is a dead fourteen year old in my bathtub!� Still I received no response, so I reached for her. Suddenly in an explosion of water and suds she sprang pulling me entirely in. The water sloshed over the sides of the tub, and unto the Italian marble (which I had just mopped). Dylan pressed her naked body against my clothed one, forcefully pulling down my boxers until they floated on the surface of the water. Her lips met mine in a feverish kiss, her hands working up and down my chest.

“God damnit Elijah! Why didn’t you tell me you were busy ?� Chelsea cursed standing in the doorway of the bathroom. She sighed before closing the door muttering bitterly to herself and returning to the other room. Dylan had successfully removed my shirt, and I then sat completely naked with her in a pool of bubbly water. She grinned against my lips so close to her motive…but not quite. I positioned myself over her my bedroom eyes boring into her own fiercely (oh you should have see them!). & Dylan cowered—she completely fell apart.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?� I questioned my erection pressed against her bony hip; she stared back at me hurtfully. A look of complete and utter shock—a slap couldn’t provoke such a glance! She writhed beneath my weight licking the beads of water off her full lips. “This is it babe, this is what I do.� I gnawed her bottom lip. “Do you want me to stop?� I whispered lowly in her petite ear, my hand at the small of her back.

“No,� She answered unsurely forcing her eyes away from mine. I backed off, sitting in the opposing corner of the tub my arms resting at the sides. “Yeah—I mean yes.� She answered with a nod (could you see it coming?); I scratched my chin, watching as she sat teary eyed her knees pressed against her flattened chest. I climbed out of the bathtub and walked naked to the door and that was that I vacated the room.

haha!! YAY!!!! *hugs* :wub:

Hey. Elijah's cool. He's a fuckhead but he's cool. hehe.. and dylan's a little screwed up to be 14, isnt she?

hehehehehe!!

and you know what gets me everytime? Is Chelsea & her boobs. That is hilarious man. You're brilliant.

now. you know what i want, right? Elijah naked in the tub *cough* More chapterness!!!!! now, dont rush your pretty little self but.... HURRY THE FUCK UP!!!!!! ^_^

hehe. lovin it! (badababa!) :lalala:

:kiss2:

:laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
Hahaha! Girl you know u crazy! Heh, yeah I've found my muse! Yes, its wonderful and so this story will be updated very shortly. I love Dylan's character, or how she's beginning to unfold. She's fourteen and wants to come off as older--experienced if you will but is still a virgin. She thinks she wants to loose it (to Elijah obviously) but gets overwhelmed in the end and backs out. So in a lot of ways she's just a child who isn't ready for things such as that just yet. Chelsea and her boobs was derived from a friend of mine. People would say "There goes Chelsea...and her boobs!" thusly, Chelsea & Her Boobs was spawned from my imagination(mostly). Chelse, is Elijah's bestest friend (the only chick in the story whom he doesn't fuck). She'll most likely be in every chapter, unless of course she's gone on a drug run.

So yeah, there's that. I love writing this story! I can be wild, perverted, disturbing, and completely outrageous. Nothing is too extreme! Okai I'm gonna go--but expect a new chapter sometime either thursday or friday night--possibly saturday...I will try my hardest!
luv ya!
-Cleo :cloud#9:

Okai so that took way longer than expected. Muses are confusing things! Here it is.
-Cleo

Chapter Six-The Bitch Is Back

Ah, you again? And what may I ask brings you here? Care to hear more from the ‘Dylan Chronicles’? Well, take a seat and get comfortable—this account is one of the longest in my archives! Now, where were we? Oh yes! After the little…hmmm…I’ll say the ‘Bathtub Incident’ Dylan just wasn’t herself (not do brag but I do have that affect on women). I never thought myself to be intimidating but you must bear in mind that Dylan was in fact a child—and underdeveloped one at that. What did she do exactly you might ask? Oh well you know, shied away, deliberately busied herself, avoided me…blahblahblah. Why by the end of the week I had almost forgotten what the kid looked like! Oh but she reminded me…one night she came in from the home of some acquaintance as I recall.

Apparently she had attended a costume bash or something of that nature because she was all dolled up. She attended the masquerade as an angel (how sweet). I must admit she sparked an interest in me that night, the glitter, the halo, the wings, and that tiny satin slip that adorned her body. Decedent. I was channel surfing on the couch wearing a pair of p.j bottoms and a t-shirt. What does this little girl do next? She hops over the side of the couch into my open lap, just as careless as could be. I admit I was little taken aback. “Jesus Dylan! Would it have killed you to warn me before you did that?� I spat venomously; she stared back with her big hazel eyes chewing on her bottom lip (which was completely drenched in shimmering lip gloss).

“I just wanted to apologize.� She spoke finally, slipping a strand of wavy golden blonde hair behind an ear. “For that day in the bathtub—I thought it was what I wanted but…� She paused and I didn’t speak—there was dead silence.

“Don’t.� I put my finger to her lips, and she silenced. “You’re young Dylan—you don’t know what you want, and that’s okay.� She smiled hopefully, her hazel eyes squinting gleefully. “Don’t explain—don’t apologize we’ll just forget about the ‘Bathtub Incident’ for now okay?� She nodded wrapping her arms around my neck I noticed that night, that she smelled of vanilla. I felt a trifle nostalgic—her fragrance reminded me of my mother’s sugar cookies—it was really quite reassuring! But for the sake of pride and dignity lets keep that little tidbit to ourselves hmm? “For fuck’s sake Dylan would you stop hugging me?� I groaned as she sat up.

“Why?� She giggled pressing her head against my chest and wrapping her arms around my waist. “Oh right of course; your reputation.� She realized I arched my brow as she continued to explain. “God forbid you being caught hugging me!� She enthused sarcastically. “I mean all I’m good for is fucking right? You wouldn’t dare touch me if that weren’t your intention.�

“Dylan stop.� I scolded frustratingly knowing damn well that she was right. But honestly haven’t I threatened my masculinity enough? Of course I knew I had these er tendencies to portray a certain sexual preference that clearly wasn’t so. But I couldn’t help feeling that this was the general perception of me. Aside from the sexual aspect of my personality I just wasn’t big on intimacy. It should seemed so incredibly pointless to be close to someone if that certain expectation was not going to be fulfilled (Chelsea & Her Boobs was my only exception).

“I’m sorry did I offend you?� She questioned sliding out of my lap and sitting on the cushion of the couch. “Elijah doesn’t be mad at me.� I sighed as she crawled back towards me purposefully clenching my inner thighs with her tiny hands as she pulled herself into my lap. “You know I’m right.� I turned away from her as she propped up her skinny legs on a pillow; I watched lazily as her slip fell at her hips. “You hate it.� She giggled stroking my cheek with the back of her hand.

“No, I hate you.� I answered sucking her finger into my mouth. “I hate you so bad.� She grinned a bit apprehensively; did I not inform her that I was a predator? Because I could have sworn I did!

“Are you guys hungry? Cuz I have a craving for angel hair pasta—anyone interested?� Chelsea & Her Boobs proclaimed walking briskly into the room.

“Yes, that sounds fabulous Chelse—have at it!� I replied watching Dylan as she stood up and walked into the bathroom.

“You need relief Elijah—quit fucking around with that little prude and pursue someone worth the effort.� Chelsea & Her Boobs spoke after Dylan had gone of course—I’m afraid she wasn’t that crude!

“Sometimes I wonder,� I murmured incoherently. “Perhaps you’re right, but whatever would I do with the child?� Chelsea shrugged carelessly.

“Who the hell cares!� She answered with a cheek-to-cheek grin spread on her pale freckled face. “Give her back to her mother—sell her off to one of those 43rd street prostitutes for Christ sakes!� I chuckled at her last suggestion. “They’d be more then happy to have her.� She continued turning to leave for the kitchen. Now you must know that during this particular conversation little miss Dylan had been eve’s dropping in its entirety. And as you will shortly find out, she chooses not to act on it for quite a while.

So we carried on as usual, Chelsea made us pasta and we all sat at my dining room table like any normal people would. Dylan ate in silence or more picked here and there at her plate until we heard someone knock, knock, knocking at my door. Now who could that be? Hmmm. “Dylan be a love and get that will you?� Dylan eagerly eased from her chair and off to the front door she went. To my pleasant surprise and to her most regretful shock Fallon Shelby stood just beyond the door. Her hair had been cropped quite symmetrically and one side hung dramatically longer than the other. She had also died it the deepest crimson imaginable, with stark bleached tips. Many things however, remained the same. She was still lanky, with that crooked smile, and her lips were still blood red. Her eyes continued their dark demeaning legacy, and her skin remained ashen white. “Fallon!� I stood from my seat knocking her elbows with Dylan (who probably felt more unwanted then anything at that particular moment), as she brushed past. “So nice to see you love!� I kissed both her cheeks. “Here, come sit in my lap—eat from my plate darling.� Fallon licked her blood red lips before engulfing my own in a kiss, Dylan began to choke on her food but no one paid her any mind.

“Not hungry Elijah—not for pasta anyway.� She spoke after breaking away in that deep raspy tone that was her voice. What she desired became all too clear to me, and I nodded with a smirk. Chelsea (& Her Boobs) sighed picking up my half eaten plate of pasta.

“I’ll wrap it up and put it in the fridge Lij,� She spoke licking some marinara sauce off her fingers. “You can have it later.� Dylan stared fustratingly as Fallon took my hand and escorted me to my bedroom. & the rest was history really.

Bumpin' this fic up! It kicks ass and I can't wait for the added characters!!! :tsk:

Damn. That is all I can say.

Confusing...yes, but it is a good confusing. I love how Elijah is portrayed in this fic. A predator. I love it.

And like Rian, I can't wait for the added characters. :yay:

Dayum girl!

This reminds me of a indie flick... that I totally didn't understand... but loved anyway.

Keep it up, babe! :yay:

btw: Speaking of indie flicks, sometime in the near future, I'm going to be writing a fic that's like one at another forum. I'll link you when the time comes.

hey y'all! thanks ronda your are the numbah one O.G & i luv ya much! & thanks erryone else for bumpin this fic! i have a nu chap for you tonight featuring a nu character, so enjoy!
-cleo

Chapter Seven
Faggots

A month into Dylan’s indefinite fixture in my home her mother began to conjecture where it was her daughter had gone. Now I asked myself, why would Dylan’s mother wait until after a month had gone by before she attempted to seek her out? It was most peculiar! My most recent conclusion was that perhaps Dylan was a burden to her mother, perhaps she was rather a wild child and her mother was sitting pretty during her absence. Yes, it’s becoming clear to me now! I was quite the little shit during my years at home yet my mother put up with my bullshit. Hmm. Now that I think of it, that could have very well, been her Munchausen.

Main Entry: Mun·chau·sen syndrome
Pronunciation: 'm&n-"chau-z&n-, "m&n-'chau-
Function: noun
Etymology: Baron K. F. H. von Münchhausen died 1797 German soldier and proverbial teller of exaggerated tales
: a condition characterized by the feigning of the symptoms of a disease or injury in order to undergo diagnostic tests, hospitalization, or medical or surgical treatment -- called also Munchausen's syndrome

(The More You Know!)


Now lets cut right to the chase shall we? So, Dylan is sleeping back at my apartment and her mother has been calling her cell phone for the past two days. At one point Quiche, (who had been gone for three months due to that ol' college grind!) answered. Now if I were in ‘Mrs. Dylan’s mother’s’ position (God forbid!) I should like to know who the hell this apparent acid tripper was and why this apparent acid tripper was answering my daughter’s cell phone. But ‘Mrs. Dylan’s mother’ simply queried where her daughter was and then of course she rambled on about how she hoped Dylan didn’t leave her cell phone on the subway again. I watched from the sidelines as this comical prospect carried on in the living room of my Upper East Side apartment. After ‘Mrs. Dylan’s’ mom had thoroughly discussed her daughter’s subway occurrence Quiche went off to retrieve the child in question.

“Lani, its your madre!� Quiche proclaimed accepting a half smoked blunt from Belen Valdizan who had previously arrived with flowers for yours truly. “Oh dude this shit is weak.� She commented handing it to me, I yawned groggily as it was an extremely long night (you know long ).

“Fuckin’ Hades, Belen—please tell me you didn’t pay for this shit.� Belen shrugged sauntering underwear clad to the kitchen. “Hey Quiche I want to go out tonight, find the child so we can ace it.� Quiche nodded muttering something as she entered my bedroom where Dylan lay fast asleep.

“Yo, short stuff—you’re mommy dearest is on the phone.� Quiche snorted inspecting a half a bottle of ‘Hypnotiq’ on my dresser. “Dylan wake up.� Quiche nudged her bony shoulder and Dylan rolled completely off the bed. “Sorry ‘Mrs. Dylan’s mom’ I think your daughters hung over—she can’t talk now—BUHbye!� Quiche squealed into the receiver. “C’mon Blondie up and at em’.� Overhearing the snickers, from my bedroom I appeared in the doorway.

“Quiche darling pay her no mind—I’ll take care of it.� Quiche grinned sweeping the stray crimson strands from her sun kissed face. “Dyl,� I pulled her body off the hardwood floor and into my lap. “Dylan wake up.� Slowly she rolled her hazel eyes, her eyelids fluttering before they opened. “You'll be alright tonight?�

“Why? Where are you going?� She questioned sitting up in my bed, and leaning into my chest. She wrapped her arms around my waist, and I sighed (It was the intimacy thing).

“Dylan, you’re touching me.� I informed removing her arms from my waist. “Don’t you look at me that way.� Her bottom lip quivered despondently. Please forgive me if this particular segment is gagging you-I had a hard time myself getting through it.

“Jesus, Elijah it’s called a hug!� She shoved my arm weakly and I pushed her down on the bed. “Hey, hey—you’re heavier than you look.� She writhed beneath my weight. “Ow, Elijah—c’mon stop!� She grinned swatting at me playfully with her tiny hands.

“I’ll leave Chelse (& Her Boobs) to you’re disposal.� I announced getting off her, and easing off of the bed. “By the way, you’re mother called—Quiche answered your phone.� Dylan simply yawned.

“Wait!� Suddenly she sprang from the bed and rushed over to me. “Where are you going?� She stood before me wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt.

“Oh I dunno, probably to ‘Tunnel’ or something of that nature—I’ve grown a bit stir crazy.� Dylan shook her head and pulled on my shirt.

“Don’t,� She whined (who did I do to deserve this?) “Stay with me please? She pulled me back towards my bed and lifted her T-shirt over her head. “I’ll do anything you want.� She grinned seductively pulling me down over her. “Just stay in okay?� She gently kissed my cheek, the operative word being gently. It was really kind of…sweet.

“Dylan, as tempting as your offer sounds,� I began pushing her off me and sitting up. “I’m afraid I’ll have to decline.� She sat with her skinny legs crossed Indian style playing with the split ends of her strawberry blonde hair. I fished out a ‘Banana Republic’ sheer black button down shirt from my closet. Dylan proceeded to sit in silence, and I proceeded to ignore her, as I dressed in a pair of fitted ‘Lucky Brand’ jeans. A sigh exuded from her full lips, and I chuckled at her immature tactics. She had resorted to her infantile artillery and it did nothing more than amuse me. “Are you quite done?� I questioned lacing up my black low top leather Chuck Taylor’s. Dylan grinned with a nod, sticking her tongue out at me, as she giggled into a pillow.

“Okay…well…um—maybe we could do something later?� She asked lying down; I turned around slowly watching her lounging in her underwear. “You could at least kiss me before you go.� I grinned leaning over her, until I was close enough to peck her cheek. However she redirected my kiss to her lips and parted my own with her tongue.

“Clever,� I complimented. “Don’t do anyone I wouldn’t do.� I warned kissing her again lightly on the lips as I eased a navy blue velvet Fedora hat over my messy bed ravished hair.

"I'll be good I promise." That was the understatement of the century, and you will find out soon enough that Dylan was all but good in my absence. But first I will discuss my evening out on the town with two of my favorite girls. Quiche and Belen. The three of us were pretty bad ourselves that night. If I recall correctly that was the night Belen hailed a taxi her tits--oh yes and then Belen scored a bottle of Absinthe and we where wasted before we even reached the club! I had to carry Belen out of the taxi, and that's when we ran right smack into this orange skinned Puerto Rican named Enrique.

"Oh my God, would you look at that face!" He complimented caressing my cheek.

"Hey, hey look don't touch!" I spat easing Belen to her feet; she stumbled and leaned into me drunkenly.

"What's the problem papi, don't like to be groped?" Enrique questioned crossing his legs, which were clothed in painted on leather pants.

"Quite the contrary." Belen slurred.

"Its his second nature." Quiche snickered feeling up my chest. "Aww look he's blushing!" (Let the record show that I do not blush, Quiche was merely hallucinating, Absinth has that effect on you)

"Well sir it's been real and it's been fun but it hasn't been real fun adieu!" I turned to leave.

"Hold up a minute doll face, I've got a proposition." Enrique placed a hand on my shoulder. "I'm Enrique by the way--but Rico will suffice." He offered a hand, and I accepted it perplexedly. "It'd be a shame to waste such a pretty face." I arched my brow at this slightly artificial looking queer who stood just a couple inches taller than I. Rico dug around in his coat pocket until he plucked a white card with his name and number on it. "Call me if you wanna make some good money quick huh?" He grinned a porcelain veneered smile, and his cheek implanted face stretched and creased plastically.

"What the hell is this? What you want me to suck off some old queers for some fast cash--i think not." I preceded to hand the card back.

"No, my friend you misunderstand. I'm a supplier—I carry..."(Yeah AIDS you fucking homo!) He elaborated motioning with his polished hands. "You will deal for me, to a select clientele, queers, drags, faghags--they'll love you!" I furrowed my brow.

"Are you fucking serious?" My head begin to spin so I slumped against the wall. "I'm not gay Ricky--okay?" He disregarded my lack of respect.

"As unfortunate as that is, you don't have to be to make a profit. Just chat, flirt laugh it up a bit you know play the part and make some serious cash--I take sixty percent, it will be fabulous."

"Forty." I haggled.

"Fifty." He replied with a grin.

"Forty or nothing." Rico chuckled before slapping my hand and holding it with a vice grip.

"You've got a deal, call me!" He requested as he stalked off, Belen slipped her manicured fingers under my shirt after Rico had gone, and I smirked pulling her body towards my own. She kissed my roughly on the lips and I ran my fingers through her freshly died hair.

“Can you imagine if Elijah was a queer Bel,� Quiche murmured almost disjointedly as she nudged at an Absinthe brought on delusion with her High Top Converse heels. “That’d be pretty fucking sad.� I had scarcely heard a word she said, I was pretty fucked up and Belen was giving me a hard on, by concentration was breeched. “Hey you horny fuck, club now sex later.� Quiche pulled Belen away, I grinned following them to the club, which was a couple buildings away. Quiche’s flaming red pigtails were wafting in the breeze, and they looked so goddamn fluid! My attention wondered until it had completely strayed and I was rendered utterly and hopelessly lost without it.

“Excuse me!� A tall dark complexioned brunette called, her thin figure was nothing more of a psychedelic blur before my eyes and I stared at her censored face confoundedly. She stopped walking but my eyes just wouldn’t focus and the pavement wouldn’t stop rolling beneath me.

“Stop!� I shouted rubbing my temples, the woman stared in astonishment. “I’m sorry, darling who are you?� I questioned, Quiche and Belen steadied my stance.

“My name is Parker Mason, I was wondering if you could tell me where the Fairgrounds building is.� Her words projected from her mouth falling abruptly to the ground in a haphazard pile of broken conjunctions and nouns, but all I could rectify were her full uneven lips. They reminded me of Fallon whom I hadn’t seen in so many odd hours, Belen punched my arm and I propelled back into the realm of the real world.

“What?� I asked rubbing my reddened eyes. “Uh, Fairgrounds.� I spoke finally, my vision returned to me all at once and the censor dissolved from her face. For the first time since we had happened upon each other I saw it in its entirety. “You’re beautiful.� Parker furrowed her perfectly arched brow. “The Fairground building is a few blocks from here—it’s a studio is it not?� Parker nodded. “You’re a model.� I undressed her slim body with my eyes, and grinned slightly. “You could be my muse.� I whispered obscurely.

“I just moved here from Queens,� Parker blurted nervously. “I’m not familiar with the area—Is that Absinthe?� She interrupted her thoughts to inspect the tiny vial hanging from Belen’s satin neck. “Where did you get this? I heard it’s only available in Czech.�

“My parents give it to me.� Belen shrugged in a downy Spanish accent. “Its not illegal in Puerto Rico.�

“You want?� I offered unclasping Belen’s necklace, Parker nodded unsurely. “I highly recommend a chaperone for the night,� I added lowly watching as Parker damn near drained the vial in a hasty swig. “You can say goodbye to your lucid thoughts…�

“Elijah!� Quiche whined stamping her heel-clad feet against the concrete. “Club NOW!� She squeezed my hand.

“I’ve lingered too long,� I spoke gently to Parker whose eyes had just begun to revolve in her pretty little head. “We’re off to ‘Tunnel’—you’ve got a standing invitation darling.� Parker’s dark eyes glazed over hazily, and the suggestive themes had not yet comprehended.

“Fairgrounds…� She muttered crossing her long arms. “Wait,� She called as we began to walk away. “I need more now.� She held up the empty bottle. “If I blow off my meeting at Fairgrounds will you give me more?� The toxins had begun to pulse through her bloodstream and in spite of her steady grip on her sanity it was quickly slipping away. I grasped her palm with my own.

“As much as you want.� I offered as the four of us proceeded to ‘Tunnel’.

Later Much…

It was 3am when I returned to my precincts, Belen and Quiche dropped some acid in the cab and were now passed out. I told the foreign cabbie to wait a tick while I called upon Chelsea & Her Boobs to help. “CHELSEA!� I called into the seemingly empty hallway once I had opened the door to my flat. “Chelse, c’mon I need you’re assistance!� My voice resounded in the hollowed home until I reached the master bathroom. “What the fuck!� I shouted in amazement as I found Dylan ,stripped to her ‘Powerpuff Girls’ underwear, leaning over the toilet bowl with Chelsea and Fallon standing by holding her hair back, wiping her face, and trying to force water down her throat. “What did you give her?� I questioned angrily. Dylan rejected the water and continued throwing up which appeared to be now blood (Great! There’s a truant minor with all the classic symptoms of an overdose puking in my bathroom. & lets not forget the acid tripping, Absinthe drinking unconscious women I have waiting in the cab downstairs.)

“Tell him Fallon !� Chelsea emphasized, Dylan stopped puking so I picked her up and carried into my bedroom where I laid her on the bed.

“Its not my fault the bitch can’t hold her K.� Fallon spat sweeping her overgrown bangs from her face.

“You gave her Ketamine?� I asked, Fallon nodded. “What the fuck is wrong with you? How much did you give her?�

“SHE SAID SHE WANTED TO TRY IT ELIJAH SO WHY ARE YOU FUCKING YELLING AT ME?� Fallon screamed, Dylan was beginning to slip into unconsciousness, and the cab outside was honking.

“HOW MUCH DID YOU GIVE HER?� I screamed back, Fallon gnawed her crooked bottom lip. “Shit, Chelsea will you get Quiche and Belen out of the cab.� Chelsea rolled her chocolate eyes at me and stalked off. “Well? HOW MUCH?� I continued to bicker with Fallon, my adversary, my flame.

“FUCK I DON’T KNOW! I COOKED UP AND SET THE SHIT ON THE TABLE, SHE JUST DOVE IN!� I patted Dylan’s cheeks. “IT WAS PROBABLY HOLSIE!� (Way to be a responsible adult!)

“Do you realize how much fucking trouble I’d be in if she has to go to the hospital?� Dylan’s skin grew paler and paler. “Go get a towel from the linen closet wet it with hot water and bring it to me.�

“JESUS ELIJAH I’M NOT YOU’RE FUCKING SLAVE!� She proceeded to yell. “WHY ARE YOU FUCKING WITH THAT FOURTEEN YEAR OLD ANYWAY—SHE’S NOT PUTTING OUT!�

“GET THE FUCKING TOWEL OR GET THE FUCK OUT OKAY!� Off she went. “Shit, shit—Dylan.� Chelsea returned from the cab dragging Belen to the couch, or bed or something.

“Hey, who’s that hot black chick in the cab?� Chelsea & Her Boobs questioned coming into my bedroom.

“Do you really think I can fucking answer that now Chelse?� I spat vehemently.

“I’m not the one who got her into this shit Elijah so don’t you start snapping at me!� Chelsea retorted leaving once more to retrieve Quiche, and Parker.

“Uhhh, Menthol—FALLON!� I called in she came with the towel I asked for. “Get me some Vick’s out of the bathroom cabinet.

“I don’t see why this is my concern Elijah, I don’t even know the bitch.� My blood was beginning to boil, I swear to God I wanted to kill her that night. I would have liked nothing more than to impale her with my curtain rod, dismember her body (as hot as it was), stuff it into a garbage bag and toss the bitch into the Hudson.

“YEAH AND LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO HER! THAT’S SAYING A LOT ABOUT YOU!� I yelled easing off the bed where Dylan was stable…for the moment.

“FUCK THIS SHIT ELIJAH I’M LEAVING!� Fallon brushed past Chelsea & Her Boobs who had just drug the last girl in, and tipped the cabbie for me.

“Bye Fal!� Chelsea called unknowingly. “Hey where are you going?� She questioned as I stalked off.

“If I don’t smoke a fucking blunt right now my head will explode, keep an ear out for Dyl.� So off I went to kill more brain cells, and to contemplate what could have very well been the end of Fallon and I.

Hey! I just caught up with your story. I really love it. It's so different and interesting. I love Elijah's stream of conciousness and how he jumps subjects so fast. It makes it really fun to read. Plus, gotta love all the female characters. Especially Chelsea (& her boobs) hahaha! I shall look forward to reading more.

Wow! That was freaking insane! Great chapter, can't wait for more! :eeek:

She's RIGHT! I was trying to figure out what this reminded me of but couldn't put my finger on it. Thanks Ronda!

I AM LOVING THIS STORY!

You're writing style is extrememly impressive. It's very intelligent. Sophisticated. Damn. I'm not confused in the least but I could see why it would be easy to be. It's up there with Shakespeare and Poe as far as being-able-to-understand goes. Man, I was obsessed with them back in the day.

Elijah's character is amazing. Very complex and egotistical but yet strangely likeable. I love how you're able to portray him as (what I would judge) scummy and yet convince me that he is worthy of adoration. You've completely tricked me into thinking that this snobby, drug-loving, nimphomaniac is superior to everyone else he meets...BRILLIANT!

And Dylan is so real. She's everything I would expect a confused (fucked up) runaway, forteen-year-old girl to be. And her and Elijahs interactions are (so far) oddly adorable. He's a decent role model, considering her circumstances, because he's not trying to open her up to new experiences (so far). He's letting her do whatever she wants but at the same time, the fact that he hasn't taken advantage of her (so far) is keeping her more innocent than she pretends. And in all honesty he takes care of her...considering the circumstances.

INGENIOUS!

wow.

:wub: :wub: :wub: :wub:

that was the best damn response i have ever gotten! omg! that was so awesome, i am honored! thankyou so much! that was so amazing! everything i've been going for, all that i have been trying my best to portray you've picked up on--i must be doing sumethin rite! lol. wow, i'm at a loss for words girl. that was such a tremendous compliment, for you i will have the next chapter posted by tomorrow night! thankyou again kitten!
-cleo :love:

lol wow...I'm honored at YOUR response. I was just telling you what I'm getting out of the story and how amazing I think it is.

And I'm SO excited that you're going to post a new chapter soon!

:cloud#9:

CLEO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :hug: you're back mama! I haven't been here in a bit and I come back and you're updating again! I hope you're feeling better (I read you're update on you)!

This chapter was crazy, we have the new character Parker, Fallon leaving, Dyl getting in way over her head with the drugs and Elijah showing a caring side to Dyl and even willing to let Fallon leave!

Love the writing Cleo! Keep doing what you do cause you do it GREAT! ^.~!!

:fairy: Missy

Bwahahahahaha! Rico cracked me up.

Loved the introduction to the new character.

And Dylan...*sigh* What on earth are we going to do with that girl?

Excellent chapter. I'm loving this story more and more. :yes:

I just love those expressions lol! And the rest of your story! Even though Dylan is a tad bit annoying :lalala: And I'd like to have Chelsea and her Boobs to be my personal cook (just Chelsea not her boobs... like Chris Rock one said, "Titties and tater tots don't mix.")

As for Elijah, even seen in that perspective is really hot, don't you think? hehe. I'm really looking forward to seeing the rest of your story... hopefully no one is going to get in any sort of trouble because of Dylan oding... And thanx a bunch for adding me in your story!!! :shine:

Vixen

Hooray for me! I have a nu chap! Mwahahahaha! :diavolo:
& I apologize for yesterdai i had sooooooooooooooo much homework to do. for those of ye who don't know i had to be hospitalized a month ago for blood clots and so im way behind in skool work as you can imagine. im on independant study which means i have three classes on campus and the other three i do in packets that i must complete weekly. and the frickin' packets are long as hell! so i had a lot of work to do. as will i tomorrow so i shall not see you wonderful people then! alright her we go!

Chapter Eight
Cocaine

“Please! C’mon Elijah I’ll be quiet! Take me Lij—PLEASE?�

She was fine by the way, had no recollection of what happened whatsoever—as was expected. & Frankly I’d prefer it that way. Dylan’s persistence was steadily ruining my high and so I finally complied with her company. I squared my eyes at her as the smolder exuding from the blunt fixed between my fingers stung at my previously damaged retinas. I inhaled partially, let the pollution absorb in my lungs before I exhaled feeling the toxins in a rush blood to my head. I grinned slumping against the couch, my legs slightly spread; Dylan eased her narrow ass into my lap watching me intently with curious hazel eyes. I relished in my current buzz, thoroughly detached from actuality. “We have to go.� I murmured into my sweaty palms. “C’mon get up, and go get dressed.� She grinned and pecked my moistened lips; I palmed the back of her strawberry blonde hair and kissed her further. She sighed gently into my mouth and rested her full weight (which wasn’t much) on me. Our kiss depend, and depend, we changed positions I pinned her to the couch working my lips down her neck. I hiked up her pleaded schoolgirl skirt; she was wearing a pair of white boxer brief styled underwear with red polka dots. She closed her legs together nervously and sat up adjusting the strap of her tank top. I kissed the exposed flesh on her shoulder, she smelled like vanilla again my judgment was clouded and I was getting hard.

“Elijah!� Dylan giggled lightheartedly, crawling on top of me. She straddled my waist and worked her hands up my chest under the navy blue t-shirt I wore. She looked good from where I lay and I pulled her down to me ravishing her full lips for as long as she would let me before pulling away. She sat up again when she felt my erection against her thigh (By now I know you’re sighing with me!). I tugged at the end of her shirt hoping that she might prefer if it were on the hardwood floor. I pushed it up running my fingers over the fleshy pink of her porcelain skin. “Ohh.� She moaned almost inaudibly. I placed my hands at her hips and rocked them gently, until she began to do it on her own. Her nipples stood in rigid peaks on her tiny breasts and I ran my fingers over them, she squeezed her eyes shut and bit her bottom lip until it turned white. I let her take off my shirt, and apprehensively explore me, as I lay motionless. She lingered at my drawstring, slowly pulling it loose I lifted the lower half of me up so that she could remove them completely. Boxers sat elevated like a tent; she grazed my crotch with her incisor gnawed fingertips and then carefully lowered her hand entirely. I flipped her over pinning her once more, she clung to me as if for protection; I pushed her skinny thighs apart with my fingers. Her panties at her knees I began to knead into her with my thumb, she resisted pushed her legs together and tried to sit up. “Fuck, stop!� She moaned ambivalently. “You’ll be late.� Dylan reminded in an excuse for her abstinence (FUCK!).

“God forbid the queers at ‘Limelight’ don’t get their rocks on time.� I stated sarcasm dripping from my lips; I sat up staring at my confused penis before letting out a sigh of exasperation (fuck, fuck, fuck…). “Give me five.� I stalked off to the shower.

Now, let’s discuss my newly found trade.
My source of income.
Cocaine.

Cocaine is quite a profitable drug! Now listen carefully, I’m going to teach you the works (Are you writing this down?). First you need a reliable supplier the operative word being RELIABLE! Never, ever, ever partner with a user because users will most likely plunder your bounty before you can even distribute! (& where would the fun (or more importantly the profit ) in that be?) Next you must learn the basic skills needed to prepare your coke properly. Take notes: Razor, Corn Starch, Vitamin C Powder, Sugar, Talcum powder, Italian Baby Milk powder, & your local anesthetic (to simulate the numbing feeling). I like to call it R.C.S.V.C.P.S.T.P.I.B.M.P.A. for short! These parts are essential to cocaine cutting. See when you are supplied by your benefactor, it’s in its purest form and potent (side effects include hemorrhaging, collapsing of the nasal passage, and mutating of the cerebral cortex!). & cutting my gentle readers is no easy task, why just look at the bandages on my fingers!

“Elijah leave your poor fingers alone, they’re cut to the fuckin’ bone!� Chelsea & Her Boobs, would say. “Besides your getting blood all over the rocks, give it here you clumsy fuck!� I handed the silver tray and its contents, Chelsea & Her Boobs accepted it with a ashen freckled hand.

“Don’t be so quick to chew me out Chelse, I’m only just beginning.� I defended applying pressure to my bruised fingers. Chelsea & Her Boobs added the necessary ingredients, cut the coke and brushed the snow like powder into the baggets Rico had provided me with previously. “I think we should test it, “ I suggested licking my pinky and engrossing it in the flake like residue on the glass coffee table. I sucked the accumulation of blood and cocaine of my finger and reached for a larger portion from Chelsea & Her Boobs. Rico’s voice resounded in my head., which leads me back to my appointment with the orange skinned Puerto Rican.

I showered dressed, in a pair of worn jeans, and black t-shirt that read ‘Harry Is A Pothead & Sorcerer’s Stoned’ in the yellow original font from the film. Black slide on ‘Vans’ were my shoe of choice that particular day, and due to the sudden shift in climate I chose to wear dark yellow hooded sweater beneath my black suit jacket (got a visual going ladies?). “Got a death wish babe.� I spoke to the indispensable Dylan who had just graced yours truly with her undressed presence. Dylan pulled the hem of her skirt, and stalked off to her collection of assorted clothing in the corner. Again she appeared but this time it was in a pair of jeans, a pink t-shirt, a white puffy ‘DKNY’ jacket and a pair of pink ‘Ugg’ boots. "You’re a smart one.� I sassed with a grin. “C’mon.� I took her hand and lead her to the living room were Chelsea (& Her Boobs) was passed out on my sofa. The pair of us hailed a taxicab to Rico’s apartment which was and hour or so away.

“I’m sorry.� Dylan said out of nowhere (now why would she feel the need to apologize hmm?). I rolled my eyes, before I spoke (I suppose I shouldn’t expect much of her eh?)

“Fuck it.� I shrugged watching the buildings go by behind my gradient shades. “Holsie's throwing a party tonight—can I trust enough to behave yourself?� I quickly amended the subject, Dylan nodded licking her strawberry flavoured lip-gloss.

“I always behave!� She chuckled resting her head on my shoulder, her pigtails fell against my arm; they smelled of apples.

“I don’t know, maybe you should just stay,� I wondered aloud (really now, how many more instances of self neglect are you allotted before you fuck around and kill yourself?). “I’m dead serious Dylan, don’t take any drugs…unless of course I give them to you myself.� She smiled before kissing my cheek, I cringed clenching my pant leg. Perhaps I could ponder something unrelated or rather some one . Parker maybe, my body swelled with want, her lips were positively intoxicating I was slipping into a sex-deprived trance. “You get my point don’t you darling?� I questioned staring straight ahead as our cab reached its destination. I dug in my coat pocket to pay for the ride, and the two of us made our exit.

Now the importance of this rather long diversion is this, Rico told me specifically:

“Don’t indulge in the product Elijah, I’m dead serious!� He stressed waving his manicured hands about. “Now it’s your first time mixing, and cutting—an occasional sample is in order but NOTHING FURTHER!� His eyes lit up with excitement. “Now my dear, you understand the basics don’t you?� I nodded.

“Yes, yes—“ I answered rubbing my temples, which were pulsing at that exact moment.

“What are you going to do when you get home?� Call up Parker so I can have some fucking relief I thought my mind wandering.

“Uh right then,� I sighed snapping of it once more. “I’m going to cut the Cain into sections, add the Corn Starch, Vitamin C Powder, Sugar, Talcum powder, “ I listed. “Umm, combine them thoroughly.� Rico mouthed along with me. “Oh, and the Italian Baby Milk powder, anesthetic—but use these two sparingly.� Rico nodded with approval. “& next I put them into the bags, and…� Rico clapped his hands together and shrieked something in Spanish. “Then I take a sample!� I concluded with a grin, watching as Dylan sat completely bored out of her fucking mind in the corner.

“But don’t overindulge mi amor, okay?� I nodded once more this time with a slight grimace. “Okay, okay you are dismissed doll face, now be at ‘Limelight’ at 9:00 on the dot for the next three nights, then I will call you we will meet you will get your cut and a new supply—okaaaay?�

“Sure Rico, okay.� I said becoming increasingly irritated by this whole charade! Rico sprang from his position across the room and pecked my cheek whilst clutching both my arms.

“Alright, hmm that’s it!� I inconspicuously rubbed my cheek to my shoulder with disdain. “Tchoa!� He waved, I took Dylan’s hand and we were off. Upon leaving Rico’s and retrieving another cab my cell phone began to vibrate against my ass, for some odd reason it just further reminded me of the physical contact, which had previously been in question!

“You’re selling rock now? Funny, I had to hear it from Holsie and not you! When you gonna get you’re drug lording arse to my flat!� I grinned at the ever so familiar Brit that was Dom. Dominic Monaghan to be exact, the pair of us attended the same High School and had kept in contact until recently. “& what of the discounted friends and relations package eh?�

“News travels fast in New York, damn this must have been record speed—Holsie didn’t even come along that particular night! & its so lovely of you to call when you request something of me you shady bastard.� I answered back as the cab rolled on. “& There will be no discounts you cheap ass motherfucker, full price or nothing!� Dom chuckled on the line.

“Fine! Be that way! I guess I wont be the nice bloke that I am and let you know what I have been doing these passed few months—what do you say to that you bloody yank!� My brow furrowed.

“Keep your secrets you cheeky asshole, I want none of it!� Dom finally broke and began to explain a trade of his own.

“Meth! Fucking Crystal Meth my friend, and you if you want it and I know you do,� He undertoned. “Then you had better get your horny arse out of the girls and into my flat!� Click. He was gone.

“Who was that you were cursing at?� Dylan questioned innocence practically exuding from her 5’2 frame.

“Just an old friend.� I replied. “Cabbie, change of plans can you take me to the corner of Slate & Barnes.� I called to the Armenian in the front seat. The car made a couple of rights, a jumble of lefts, a few stops and we had arrived! “Dylan, Dom’s a little rough around the edges, and this wont take long so wont you stay in the car?� Dylan pouted. “You’ll appreciate it later.� I kissed her roughly on the lips and she kissed back pulling away when a trio of boys made their way from the flats just beyond the sidewalk . “Hey Autumn, Amir.� I nodded to them. “Dom.� I smiled knowingly.

“So whose the freak of the weak?� Amir joked, I rolled my eyes at the Arabian originated gent standing before me.

“Flaccid Asid,� I called to Amir shaking my head. Amir’s last name is Asid (pronounced like acid) , and Flaccid not only rhymes with that but it labels a certain incident involving he and a member of the opposite sex. “Sorry my friend but that information is classified.�

“Who is this?� Autumn questioned referring to a individual flaxen haired adolescent. “What are you five?�

“No idiot I’m fourteen.� Dylan defended, Autumn Dom and I shared a laugh.

“Hey watch your mouth little girl, it was a simple question.� Amir said in response to Dylan’s insult.

“Who is this Elijah you’re little sister?� Autumn asked well…seriously. “What is she into meth too?�

“He’s taking care of me!� Dylan said folding her arms before her chest. “I didn’t have anywhere to go.� She under toned.

“I always thought if you had a sister she’d be a brunette.� Dom thought aloud scratching his stubbled chin. “Really Lij, who is this little ankle biter.�

“I’m not his fucking sister!� Dylan screamed her heart shaped face turning red. “Christ, what the fuck is wrong with you drugged out losers!�

“Gentlemen please, don’t make her cry.� I warned, but they only laughed. It was all too apparent Dylan was getting quite agitated over this.

“I’m not gonna cry,� She said drying her moistening eyes with the sleeve of her jacket.

“So are you babysitting for one of your lady friends Lij?� Autumn queried.

“No. I don’t baby-sit, you above all people should know that.� Autumn shrugged taking a sip from the beer he was holding. He ran a hand through his auburn hair and reared back/forth on his heals. “Well, I certainly didn’t take time from my busy schedule to talk about Dylan here, so gentlemen why don’t we go inside and do some business?� The three of them nodded, and we all proceeded to Dom’s flat.

The entire time the four of us did our bidding Dylan was in the bathroom, crying I presumed. However, at that particular moment her pubescent hormones were going to have to wait. “Fifty-five dollars for fifty mg,� I offered dropping the bag of coke on Dom’s table. “Sixty-Five for anything above that to 75 mg.� I presented.

“I want an eight ball.� Dom tossed two hundred on the table.

“Jesus Dom, that’s a lot of fucking coke.� Amir spoke, I grinned pointing to Dom with a knowing finger before tossing the by far, biggest accretion of coke before his ravenous eyes.

“One ounce,� I stated collecting my money, Amir and Autumn bought some as well. “Now I should like to buy some Meth.� I said afterwards, Dom went to the back of the apartment to retrieve it along with a large vial of Ketamine.

“For you, one of my best mates, I will give you both the K & the Meth, for…� We all started awaiting Dom’s conclusion. “THREE FIFTY YOU BLOODY FUCKING YANKEE!� The room erupted in laughter.

“Fine you greedy bastard, take your fucking two hundred, and Amir’s fifty!� I spat collecting the drugs from the table. “By the by, Holsie’s having a party later tonight , how about you attempt at being social and show up huh?� Dom folded his arms across his bare chest. “Dominic Monaghan, Holsie’s one of the better ones she’d very much oblige to you coming to her party.�

“Oh I’ll come Elijah need you not worry, but perhaps not to and nor at Holsie’s party.� Again the laughter filled the flat.

“Nice.� Autumn complimented.

“I gotta jet see you fag’s later.� I bid them adieu, and then off I went to find Dylan. “Dyl come on’.� I knocked on the bathroom door, slowly she emerged solemn faced and tear stained. “Time to go babe, say goodbye to the nice men.� She pulled away from me and walk ahead to the cab that was miraculously still there

At ‘LimeLight’

It was a frigid pre winter night in New York, and of course I would be out here selling rocks to the faghags and queers of the city. I had only just arrived and was already apprehensive by the morbidly obese middle age men prancing around in women’s clothing, and the rail thin rock star physiqued faggots escorting the morbidly obese middle age men into the club. Dylan was slumped against the brick wall looking utterly miserable; I begin to question why it was that I brought her here in the first place. With caine strapped to my back I stood in the wintry night air waiting for someone to take notice. A 6’2 Hispanic approached wearing a transparent black button down shirt, and a pair of flamboyant pink leather pants. “Are you waiting for someone?� He asked quite politely, I ceased watching a group of queer teenage boys being reprimanded by security.

“No.� I answered a little to quickly. “I lied, I apologize—I’m waiting for a patron.� He cocked his artificial bleach blonde brow.

“Oh,� The man said growing more interested. “Let me guess, coke?� I nodded opening up my pack to show him the merchandise.

“Lucky guess.� I presumed as he inspected my supply.

“No, I can tell by your fingers.� He held up my palm. “Poor baby, first time dealing?� I tried not to pull away but it was so unnatural!

“Correct once more.� I replied trying my best to remain civil to this man who was steadily encroaching on my personal space. “So you interested?�

“I’m Raul by the way, and yes, yes I am!� He grinned whilst placing a hand on my shoulder. “Can I buy you a drink__?� He awaited my name.

“Elijah.� I responded.

“I like that, Elijah—It rolls off the tongue.� He flicked his tongue over his bottom row of teeth. “Its cold out, wouldn’t you like to come inside ?� I began to shake my head when I realized that this was acting. I looked over at Dylan whose pallid face was wet with tears that nearly frosted over in the harsh weather.

“I’m afraid I can’t—I’m not alone Raul, and she’s not old enough to…come inside.� Raul glanced at Dylan’s tiny frame.

“Well isn’t she just the prettiest little thing! Well besides yourself darling,� He complimented. “Okay I’ll by some rock off of you, what do you go for fifty?� I nodded my eyes still set on Dylan who looked most pathetic. “Are you going to be here every night?�

“Negatory, I’m here until Wednesdays.� I corrected finding it increasingly difficult to look Raul directly in the eye.

“No weekends.� Raul enthused exaggeratingly, my eyes grazed over his bleached hair.

“Its intercepts my social agenda.� I admitted quoting with my fingers.

“I see, and what type of socializing do you do?� Raul was inches from my face, I took a step towards the wall and he proceeded to loom over me his blue contacted eyes gleaming with tenacity.

“Yo he’s got rock!� A drag queen shouted behind Raul who backed off slightly. “Oh my God look at those eyes, yes you’re quite the catch!� A swarm of queers, drags, and faghags nearly ambushed me.

“How much to buy you honey.�

“I would drink your bath water!�

“Read his shirt it’s adorable.�

“I’ll pay him double if he takes off the shirt.�

“Do you think he’s packing?�

“Its all in the fit of the pants honey.�

“Ten bucks says he’s a fucking pillow biter.�

“How fucking gorgeous!�

The good that came out of all this was the fact that I made well over a thousand dollars, my first night dealing. & in my latter dealings I became much more…dare I say, at ease with the patrons, the comments, and the constant gropings. Yes I said gropings , and I’m putting it out there for all the world to see. I have been groped against my will. After this complete ordeal, I was overdue for Holsie’s party and I assured her that I’d go…

Chinese paper lanterns were strung across the top of the lawn with chicken wire glowing effervescently! There were polka dotted balloons, Cat In The Hat piñatas, empty beer cans convientely supplied with coke haging from the ceiling in the homes interior, and there was glitter on everything! Palpitating trance was blasting out of the speakers! Freshly cooked Meth was set out on the table with drug cocktail in its center. There was a vast assortment of candy, and snacking goods for your potheads. Spoons & syringes for your heroin addicts (we hates that!) , and a mass quantity of Ketamine for the masses that preferred to be sedated (enter Ramones lyrics here). The halls were decked, and the bells of weed were positively brimming with allure!

Dylan who still appeared to be upset with me found Belen who she seemed to get on with quite well, and the two went off to the back of the kitchen to get drunk. Chelsea & Her Boobs, was modeling her expansive cleavage for a group of college sophomores. Quiche and May-Lynn were wrestling in the wading pool of Vanilla Ice Cream in the living room. Dom and Amir Asid were located in the dining room being anti-social, and Autumn appeared to be making out with some unidentified red-head—oh wait no that was Quiche guess she got bored wrestling with May-Lynn.

“Hey fucker!� Holsie wrapped her arms around my waist and nuzzled my neck. “Where’s the kid?� She questioned spinning around looking for Dylan. “Oh hey—fuck it look, I want you to meet some people.� She grabbed my hand and hopped (yes, hopped) to the other side of the room. Clearly she was higher than a kite with no intention of coming down, but she was Holsie and if anything we liked her more for that. “Maddi! Hey Madison, this is my beefcake Elijah say-HI!� She erupted into giggles shaking her freshly blue died hair about her head. “He’s a really good friend so take advantage!� Madison was a 5’5 blonde with tresses that expanded over her rather perfectly full ass, she had a classic pear shape and she further accentuated her body with a pair of second skin hip huggers and a black once piece top that looked very much like a bathing suit (A sports Illustrated bathing suit!). She wore a black rabbit fur coat over it but her hips, and sides were partially exposed when she moved. She stuck her palms into the pockets of her full-length coat flashing me her milky white skin. Her eyes were bright blue and she had a freckled face. Madison couldn’t seem to stand still, but at the same time she didn’t seem uneasy or restless.

“Its an absolute pleasure to meet you.� She grinned a cheeky seductive smile, I placed my hand at the small of her back and kissed her roughly on the lips. “A pleasure.� She whispered breathlessly when we pulled away, I smiled satisfactory.

“—oh and this is Amber Adams!� Holsie sashayed her athletic physique over to a maroon shoulder length haired woman who stood about 5’7, her curvaceous form was wearing an off the shoulder sweater dress that stopped five inches below her hips. Beneath that she wore a pair of thigh-high boots, and nylons; her legs went on for days. She had a smooth olive complexion, and an intense stare there was an obscurity to her she possessed a unsettling audacity; this one was a bitch.

“Take a picture hon,� Amber retorted with a smirk.

“I have a photographic memory.� I said in response, Amber wrapped her arms around my neck kissing me forcefully on the lips just to spite Madison.

“Hey I wanna kiss too!� Holsie pressed her lips to mine but she was so wasted she couldn’t do it right, she ended up stopping half way to laugh uncontrollably. “Fuck Elijah stop it! Your face is melting away!� She tried again. “Fucking kiss me you bassstard!� She growled pinching my arm.

“Well try again later alright babe?� She smacked my ass before bouncing off to entertain a group of senior punks from the local high school. Before I could even revolve my head away from Holsie who had literally JUST gone! There was Belen feeding me drugs!

“Ah!� She said willing me to open my mouth, I complied and she pressed a tiny ecstasy pill on to my tongue with her own, she kissed my lips afterwards. Belen was ancy Crystal Meth I presumed, she proceeded to skip away but I grabbed her hand and she whipped back around in a flash of wavy golden blonde hair.

“More.� She dug around in her underwear and gave me more.

“Belen flavoured chuleta, for you!� Amber and Madison who stood a few feet away watched amusingly. “Oh hold this, Lijah its getting fucking heavy.� Belen handed me a bottle of ‘Jack Daniels’. “Drink up, Lij you’re still sober!� She pecked my cheek and off she went back to Dylan, who coincidently ended up in the wading pool of ice cream.

“Elijah!� Dom called, I took a swig of ‘Jack Daniels’ and went over. “Who is that?� He took a long drag of the blunt he was smoking before pointing to Amber Adams.

“Oh I just met her, she’s a fabulous kisser!� The ecstasy had started to take effect, Dom grabbed the ‘Jack Daniels’ and gulped some down. “Oh you want? Come, come I’ll give you a proper introduction.� Dom stood precisely where it was he stood, and I was jerked back. “Fuck! Dom, c’mon!�

“What’s her name?� I pulled my newsboy cap off my head and put it on again. “Focus Elijah.� My eyes blurred and I rubbed them so that I might see lucidly again.

“Amber!� I hiccupped, most content with my memory. “Hey check out Madison though, her ass Dom, her ass is the pinnacle of this engagement, just look at it.�

“Yes its quite symmetrical,� The pair of us tilted our heads from side to side to better view Madison's ass.

Now like most occurrences in my life, I have no recollection whatsoever of how Amber, Dom and I ended up in Holsie’s bedroom. I do remember taking more E, and having the bottle of ‘Jack Daniels’ forced down my throat by some unidentified raver-HOWEVER! The point gentle readers--& there is a point, is that Amber was in Holsie’s bed!

Amber and I started kissing, then we starting making out, Dom pulled off her jeans, we had some difficulty with the bathing suit top but you need not worry it came off too! She was in her bra and thong, I slipped some E on my tongue and fed it to her. Dom kissed her neck, I unclasped her bra, ran my hands over her breasts, cupped her ass, Dom sucked her nipples. I pulled her thong from her body, Dom parted her legs, I kissed all the way up to her center, Dom kissed her hard on the lips, a sucked her, slowly at first gradually quickening my pace. She was seething, Dom penetrated her with a finger she couldn’t lie still. “Fuck,� She grunted softly biting her lower lip her hair panned out over her breasts, she pulled off my jeans, my boxers, I went inside. She bucked her hips against mine while Dom ravished every inch of her chest, “Elijah.� She whispered into the darkness, I fucked her harder, we changed positions She straddled me, she ran her fingers through my hair, her body pulsed and it rolled over her like a wave, she squeezed her eyelids together when she came; she called my name. Dom laid her down, he parted her legs with his cock, faster, faster, faster, faster. She squealed her body swelled and they came together. We all lay together in this mass, of sweaty, sex addled, panting.

Anyone for round 2?
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*covers her face* Oh Jeezus Christ! Too many visuals for this time of day. Cleo, I love ya, but...

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