“Thanks for coming with my dad to get me. I might not want to be here but I appreciate it.”
“Wasn’t my choice. I was ordered to come so I went. Don’t thank me. I didn’t do shit for you.” Turning on his heel he leaves the room.
That was a little fucking harsh, but I suppose I deserved it. Walking to the bed, I grab my bag and head into the bathroom. I want to wash this day away and sleep forever. That thought alone should be disturbing but I have thought about it over the years. I even had to get my stomach pumped once before when I overdosed. It isn’t that I don’t appreciate life, I do. Things just become so hard sometimes that I have to wonder what it would be like if I wasn’t here. My mom wouldn’t really care, that much I know. She didn’t even call the ambulance when I od’ed. My previous overdose, my ex did. He left not long after that. I guess the thought of me doing it again was too much for him to deal with.
I climb in the shower and turn the cold water on, letting it shock my body back to reality when I look down at my hands. If you weren’t looking you’d probably never notice the tracks between my fingers. I’m not an addict, not really anyway. I just use to numb my insides so that I don’t have to remember who I am or why I was brought into this world. With a mom who doesn’t want you and a dad who’s too busy for you, you have to find a way to cope with it. Drugs and liquor are my coping mechanisms of choice. I don’t doubt that one day I won’t come back from it, though. I’ve accepted my fate long ago. It’s only a matter of time now.
Seven
Gauge
She’s been here for days but hasn’t come out of her room much. I sent Angel to make sure she wasn’t dead on my watch. She wasn’t and I don’t know if that annoyed me or soothed me. Music is blasting through the speakers even though there’s only a few of us here tonight. Most of the guys are out on a run while the rest of us kick back and relax. I drink my beer while Jody grinds her ass against my cock. Remy and a few prospects play a round of pool while the girls dance amongst themselves.
“You about ready to go to your room?” Jody purrs as her long pink nail runs down my cheek.
“Does it look like it?” I ask lifting my beer for her to see. She rolls her eyes but doesn’t make a move to get off my lap. Fucking bitch. She always wants things her way or no way. I take another pull when I hear the prospects whistling and cat calling. When I look over I see Dezzy walking through the room in a tank top and thong. My cock jumps to life at the sight before me. She walks around the bar and grabs a glass, pouring herself a drink. She reaches across the bar, her tits nearly falling from the shirt she has on. The guys are all watching her, whistling at her. She ignores them all as she grabs a cigarette and sticks it between her lips.
“Move,” I growl, shoving Jody off my lap. I stand and stalk through the room toward her. Pulling my lighter out, I flick it to life and hold it out to her. She smiles, leans in, and lights up before stepping back.
“Thanks. You would think with all the men around here there would be more lighters,” she giggles to herself. I don’t smile, smirk, or otherwise. I just look at her.
“You think your dad would appreciate you tauntin’ the fuck out of his men with your ass showin’ like that?” Dez raises and eyebrow as if she wants to challenge me.
“I’m an adult. I can decide what I wear and when I wear it. Thanks for you worries though, Daddy Junior.”
She moves to walk past me and down the hall when I lose my shit. I storm behind her and as soon as I catch up to her, I grab her arm spinning her around. A gasp escapes her throat, her drink splashing from her glass as I push her against the wall.
“What the fuck?” she snaps loudly.
“There are a few things you should think about. The first, testin’ me isn’t such a good idea, darlin’. I’m not one of your little junkie friends who will take your shit. Two, callin’ me daddy is reserved for whoever I’m fuckin’, and three, this isn’t old times. You are an adult and should fuckin’ act like one when there are others here. You wanna walk around and be your momma’s little whore, you go for it, but when one of those guys loses their patience and takes it out on your little pussy, don’t come cryin’ to me.” I’m so close I could caress her goddamn lips with mine, and with the mood I’m in, I’ve thought about. Prancing her ass around in nothing but a thong is just pushing me harder.
“You are bossy as hell and a complete asshole.”
“We’ve established that part. Anything else?” I cock my head and stare her down waiting on her to say something else, push me just a little bit further.
“Yeah, there is more. One, you are not my dad and have no business talking to me the way you are. Two, I’m not a whore and never will be. I do have some class, and three, I don’t even want to imagine the skanks that are calling you daddy in your bed. They are all so used up that you could get lost inside of them. Don’t fucking compare me to them ever again.”
The fire in her eyes sparks and sends a jolt straight through me. I like this Dez. I like the Dez who is willing and ready to stand up for herself, the sober Dez. High Dez is just another club whore who uses more than she should.
“That it?”
“Maybe.”
“You got more, princess, please feel free to get it all out in the open,” I taunt her. I can see her hardened nipples through her shirt, and God help me, I want to lean down and suck one into my mouth. But I don’t. I don’t need the problems that will follow. There’s something in the air between us aside from the tension. I know she can feel it.
“Don’t you have a whore to fuck or am I just getting special treatment?” She raises and eyebrow and I smirk back at her.
“That depends. You still willin’ to ride my cock like you were the other day?” Her mouth falls open a soft breath escaping when she does. Her eyes widen and for a second I think she might give in and say yes. I wouldn’t touch her but I sure as hell like getting her all worked up.
“I wouldn’t touch you if you paid me like a whore. Did you forget that I grew up here? I know what kind of sluts run through here, hell, my mom was one of them. Club whores are what ruined my family. I saw what kind of STD’s those guys had, and I assure you, I don’t want them.”
Slapping her hand on my chest, I let out a growl. I can’t help it. She keeps putting her hands on me and I’m slowly starting to lose myself. I reach up, plucking the cigarette from that hand and dropping it into the glass in the other before knocking them to the floor. Dezzy’s eyes widen as she tries to take a step back. I don’t let her move though; no, I hold on tighter and slam her against the wall. She jolts; her lips part and I just stare at her, waiting for her to say something more to piss me off.
“You have some kind of mouth on you. Maybe I should have let you suck me off the other day. Put that mouth of yours to good use. I can assure you that I’ve never had nor do I plan on havin’ any kind of STD, darlin’. Nor would I ride that sweet pussy of yours without protection. Don’t forget, I know you’re a goddamn junkie.” With that I release her and turn, stomping back down the hall. Remy eyes me when I walk to the bar and grab another beer.