The Nightlife: Las Vegas (The Nightlife Series) (17 page)

* * * *

Michelle stood up from atop Oso’s lap and stared down at him
as he huffed and wheezed, exhausted after their latest round of punishing sex. 
She swayed on her feet, so high she could barely walk.

“
Où est
Aaron? 
Take me to Aaron.  Why can’t I find him?”

She staggered three steps before slipping on the wet tile to
fall into the hot tub headfirst.  She splashed and flailed around in the
water. 

“Pinche puta loca.”  He groaned and rolled over to pull her
out.

She tugged him into the water giggling, wrapping around him
with her hands between his legs.  He felt the wonderful sting of her tiny
little razor sharp teeth as she bit him on his chest for the gazillionth time. 
She held his cock as it hardened in her grip.  Her glazed dilated eyes stared
at him.

Blazing wonder and euphoria spread from his chest out across
his whole body.  She could give him nirvana with the tiniest prick of her teeth. 
She needed only a little blood in exchange for a dose of her wonderful venom. 
Not a bad deal really.

Her teeth sunk in, pumping all that wonderful sensation
straight to his cock.

She licked his blood from the cuts on his chest with that
same hungry look in her eyes, the one that always preceded sex, violence, or
some combination thereof.  She pulled and tugged, coaxing his flaccid member
back into shape.

“
Je veux plus
. 
Je veux
Aaron.”
 
She had said it numerous times over the past couple hours while fucking
him raw.  He knew what she meant.  More.  She wanted more.  More blood, more
sex, more heroin.  She wanted Aaron, the punk.

Her eyes turned dark and
brooding.  She flipped personalities in an instant, going from lovey dovey to
psycho bitch without warning.  And she had become very angry at Aaron’s
absence.

He called to Demarco,
“Darle más ante que ella recupere y nos matamos!” 
Give her more before she sobers up and kills us
.

He had begun to panic. 
She
rubbed her breasts on his chest and spread her legs wide to sit astride his
lap.  His cock in one hand, she ran her other hand down his jawline in an
implied promise of something yet to come.  He looked into her inhuman angry
stare and knew fear like he’d never known before.

“Take me to Aaron.”  She whispered husky in his ear. 
Somehow, the quiet tone was more ominous than any of her growls, howls, or
screams had been previously.

He nodded to Demarco.  “Get another dose Essay!”  Desperation
evident in his voice.  With her hands between his legs, he readily imagined how
quick and easy she might slice right through his cock.  A very sobering
thought.

Demarco stepped up, taking her attention off Oso’s bruised
cock.  “We used all the premade doses, but I got another five grams we can cook
up.  If you want I can get you a whole fuckin kilo.  Whatever you want,
whatever you need, I’m your man.”

* * * *

As he cooked up several more doses for Michelle, Demarco shook
his head at his predicament.  He now understood far better than Kramer what the
‘big deal’ was with Michelle.  God had created her as the perfect seducer of
men.  When it came to sex and sensuality, no man alive could resist her.  She
was Eve, the embodiment of original sin, everything a man ever wanted but could
never truly claim as his own.  To try would be his downfall.  His perfect
little world had been shattered by this beautiful creature.  It would never be
the same again.

He knew that if Michelle entered into the walls of the
Vatican, she’d corrupt every single clergyman within, causing them to forsake
their vows in trade for a few moments with her.  With one glance men would
happily follow her to the bowels of hell and swim across the lake of fire to
get to her.

* * * *

Michelle glanced back and forth between them, Oso’s rigid cock
held tightly in her lethal grip.  She read the color of fear in their auras. 
She owned them.  But unlike Anastasia, they were not beloved pets.

Demarco worked feverishly fast at the wet bar preparing
another dose.  In seconds he came to her with that wonderful little needle held
out like a white flag peace offering.

“This is what you want right?  I got it right here ready to
go.”

“I want Aaron.”

“Sure, whatever you say.  We’ll do whatever you say
Michelle.”  He was very very afraid now.  Almost terrified.  Taking her to
Aaron scared him very badly.

She stood up out of the water.  His fear smelled so
enticing.  She liked the taste of adrenaline in the blood, so much sweeter. 
She leaped on him, knocking the needle out of his hand to land in a furious tumble
on the tile.  He tried to fight, holding her down, but she flipped him over
like nothing, pinning him down on the tile.

“You take me to Aaron now!”

A slight stinging poke in the back of her shoulder …
wonderful joy spread everywhere at once.  She lolled over sideways atop
Demarco, barely able to hold herself up from the assault of the drug on her
senses.

“Lets play some more Michelle.”  Oso spoke quietly in her
ear, lifting her up from Demarco.

His hands slid down between her legs, massaging her inside
and out.  She purred into his embrace.

“Him too.”  She pointed at Demarco as he swam in and out of
her blurred vision.  Demarco stared at her in utter fascination.  She knew she
owned both of them, fun new toys to play with.

* * * *

Demarco had never before used the heroin he sold.  He feared
becoming an addict.  As he watched Michelle riding Oso up against the wall, her
claws dug into the exterior stucco siding, he resigned himself to the fact that
the course of his life was irrevocably changed.  He knew the indescribable
sensations from Michelle’s bite must be akin to heroin, and just as addictive. 
She had bitten him more times than he could count, and yet he already wanted
more.  She had doomed him to this addiction, which he artfully avoided all his life,
until now.

Many had tried to convince him to shoot up his own material. 
He had faced peer pressure and even threat of death by those suspecting him of
being an undercover cop because of his refusal to use.  The irony of his
predicament did not escape him.  He chuckled at the sheer ridiculousness of the
situation.  He always paid a price for ignoring his instincts.  He should never
have shot her up.

* * * *

Chapter 17

Michelle’s cell phone hummed from the vibration of an
incoming call.  Oso didn’t react fast enough to get out of her way.  He’d been
humping away with her down on the floor, her legs up in the air over his shoulders. 
She removed him in one fluid movement, untangling her legs from his shoulders
to shove her knees into his gut, pushing off with her hands.  Quite a sight to
see three hundred fifty pounds of naked fat Mexican launched into the air,
screaming and flailing.  He landed in a perfect belly flop on top of Demarco,
crushing the lawn chair beneath them.  They spent a couple minutes cursing, disentangling
themselves from one another in the twisted lawn chair as Michelle answered her
cell.

“Hello,
Qui est à l’appareil?
”

Anastasia bawled like a child.  She could barely understand
her.  “Ooohhhh gaaad!  He’s gone!  He left me!  Where is he?  I know you know
where he is!”  Michelle couldn’t get in a single word in.  “The party’s over! 
He left me.  You left me here all alone!  Ohh gaaad it hurts Michelle!  I need
him sooo baaad!”

“Ana listen,
calmez-vous ma chérie
. 
It’s alright.  Where are you?”

“I’m here at the hotel, why didn’t you come back?  You
promised!  I need you Michelle!  It hurts, please help me!  Don’t leave me here
to die!”

Ana’s intoxicated speech slurred heavily as she cried into
the phone.

“Ana … Ana listen.  I will send you the address here.  Take
a taxi.  I am waiting for you.”  She couldn’t deal with the drama anymore.  She
cut off the call.

Demarco and Oso had crawled into the hot tub to sooth their
aching abused bodies.  The pain killer of her venom only went so far.  Their
adventures with her on the ceramic tile patio and abrasive stucco walls had
caught up with them.  She slipped into the hot tub, cell phone in hand, and
growled at Demarco.

“Send her a text with the address to the house! 
Dépêche-toi!
”

* * * *

Demarco couldn’t believe Michelle had spent the entire
evening buck-ass naked.  It was one of the most unnerving aspects of the ordeal. 
Neither he nor Oso could get over their fascination with this insane naked sex
goddess.

Oso hadn’t said much since being reduced to her sex slave,
but Demarco knew they were both in way over their heads, completely obsessed with
her.  She owned them heart and soul.  She had them doing things they’d never
believed themselves capable of.  They spent hours with her naked, double-teaming
her.  She had a thing she did where she was atop one of them; sucking cock like
no tomorrow, while the other one nailed her from behind.  She had the inhuman
coordination to rise up with her ass and hips to meet each stroke and then drop
back down to deep throat the man beneath her.

In the last hour Oso lost his erection and couldn’t continue. 
He begged her.  “I can’t do it no more!  If you gonna kill me, do it!  But I
can’t fuck you no more!”  It would have been hilarious if he wasn’t so
pathetic.

From that point forward Demarco carried the torch alone.  He
had long ago reached the limits of his endurance.  There seemed no end in sight
to this horrible night.  She had already consumed six doses and they planned to
give her as many more as it took to survive the ordeal.  He wished to god he’d
never given her that first blast of china white.  A mistake he would regret for
the rest of his life, that is if he survived for much longer.

He finally caught a break when Oso yelled out, “Somebody’s
bangin at the door!”

* * * *

Anastasia staggered out of the cab, peering at the text and
the brass plate with the house address. This is the place.  One unsteady
footstep followed another until a white door swam into view.  Small insects
crawled up her skin, into her hair, over her face. 
No, no, not real.  God,
Michelle, I need you!  Aaron where are you?

She beat on the door to Demarco’s house crying and yelling
loudly.  “Michelle!  Open the door pleeeeese!”

Demarco answered the door in a blood splattered white
bathrobe.  She stumbled inside, swaying on her feet, roaring drunk, mascara and
makeup smeared down her face with tears.

Her stomach flopped, fever spiked, cold sweat and shivers
all down her arms. 
They’re not here!  Where are they? 
She squinted at
Demarco, remembering he had taken Michelle.

“Miiicheeelle!  Aaaaaron!  Where are you!  I neeeeed you! 
Ohhh gaaad I need you!”  Unable to hold it in anymore, she doubled over and
vomited all over the floor of Demarco’s immaculate clay tiled entryway.

“What the fuck!”  He balled up his fist and cocked his arm
back.

Michelle swayed up to the doorway just in time to catch him. 
She lashed out like a whip, smacking him down with an open-handed bitch slap.

“Don’t touch her! 
Elle est pour moi!
” 
She is mine
.

Ana looked up at Michelle, blinking through tears, trying to
focus.  She was completely nude, streaked with blood, her beautiful golden
curls wet and matted with gore.

“Michelle?  What happened?  Are you hurt?”

Michelle scooped Ana off her feet, cradling her like a
child, and bit her affectionately while carrying her off to the back patio and
directly into the hot tub.  She walked straight into the water with Ana,
ruining a brand new $1300 red Gucci dress.  She stroked Ana’s hair from her
forehead, lovingly wiping away the tears and mascara.

* * * *

Anastasia writhed with the contractions of her orgasm,
bucking her hips in the water as though having sex.  Michelle reached down
between her legs and accommodated her, slipping two fingers into her wet folds.

“Oh Michelle, I missed you so much.  Oh!  Oh!  Yes!”

She caressed Ana delicately, bringing her to climax once
more with a soft little bite.  Ana squirmed through her back-arching orgasm. 
She reached between Michelle’s legs to return the favor.

“
Oui!  Donnez-le-moi!
” 
Give it
to me.

They played with each other for a time, enjoying the hot tub
in mutual masturbation.  Ana eventually curled up into her protective embrace
like a kitten.  She stroked Ana’s hair and listened to her whine and cry.

“Where’s Aaron?  He left me there all alone.  You both left
me.  Don’t you love me anymore?”

She tried to calm Ana with kisses while reaching out through
her psychic bond to touch Aaron’s mind.  Blackout.  Nothingness.  He’d moved
much farther to the north.  In the desert somewhere.  She didn’t understand the
how or why of it, and there was nothing to do but wait for his return.  The sun
would rise very soon.  She could feel it coming on.  No way to find him now, it
would have to wait for tomorrow night. 
He left us
.

The painful melancholy settled in. 
At least I still have
Ana, my beautiful Ana
.

“
Calmez-vous ma petit
. 
Je t’aime
. 
Aaron will return soon.  All questions will be answered.”  She
lied to her pet.  The truth of his absence was too painful to admit. 
“
Tu es
mon femme
. 
C’est pour toi je suis la’
.” 
She
tried to tell her she loved her, and would be there for her, but the French
obscured the message.