13.

  Edward was on stage at The Black Hole, belting out the lyrics to his favorite clash song. Dustin, the Army of Vandal’s lead and only Guitarist, begrudgingly played the simple rifts required for their cover of the Clash’s London Calling. He played them under protest as he felt the direction the band needed to go in was to embrace the Grunge-Metal fusion routes they had developed over their teen years listening to Nirvana and Black Sabbath. Edward was in charge, though, and Edward knew what the crowds wanted. More importantly, Edward knew what the girls wanted, and Edward got all the girls, which meant he knew the best direction for the band to go in.

  As Edward finished the last line of the song, he pointed to the crowd and grinned. He was pointing to Tiffany. The hot seventeen-year-old who got into the club through the combined efforts of her shoddily made Fake I.D., Edward’s insistence, and that she was a tight bodied blond that any club would be glad to have as a patron.

  After the show the rest of the band went backstage, Edward made a B-line to the bar. He went right up to Tiffany and put his arm around her, pulling her close to him, “So glad you could make it babe,” He said, smiling before giving her a deep kiss.

  Tiffany raised her leg, lost in the total romance of Edward’s kiss. It broke as she wrapped her arms around his neck, “Oh my god babe you were amazing!” she said, giddy with a school girl’s joy.

  “Thanks, babe,” he grinned, “I knew I had someone special in the audience tonight,” he said, smiling at her.

  Tiffany was lost in her lust for him. She would do anything for him.

  “What are you drinking?” He asked.

  “Vodka cranberry,” she smiled as she took what was left of her drink and finished it, licking the juice from her lips as she looked at him seductively.

  “Sounds like you could use a double,” he said before turning to the bartender, “Set us up, it’s on the house,” he said, then turned to Tiffany, “Don’t worry babe, you’re on the houses tab,” he said. She wasn’t, Edward was paying for her drinks, but Tiffany didn’t need to know that. Before the show, his bandmates made it very clear that Edward would be primarily responsible for the cost of drinks whatever new piece of jail-bait he invited to the club consumed.

  “You know babe, my parents aren’t home tonight, we could go back to my place, have a little after party,” she winked.

  “Nice,” he said as he reached down and squeezed her tight seventeen-year-old ass, “Just you and me, right babe?”

  “Don’t want the band ruining our good time, right?” Tiffany grinned.

  The band would have ruined his good time. They were always so critical of the women Edward chose to associate himself with. They were critical because they didn’t understand how awesome it was to associate with these kinds of girls.

  “I’ve only had two,” Tiffany looked at the fresh drink in front of her, she grabbed it and shot it down in one gulp and looked back at Edward, “Three, I can drive us,” she said, sounding so confident.

  “Sounds like a plan babe,” Edward said.

  Tiffany was fierce behind the wheel desperate to get home, desperate to get Edward back in her arms, desperate for the hot make-out session they would start with on her couch.

  And make out they did, and they made out hard. Deep kisses, ass grabbing, tit grabbing, crotch grabbing, the whole nine yards. Edward kissed her soft neck, moving up, biting her earlobe, “You get me so much babe, you’re my fucking muse,” he whispered into her ear.

  “Oh my god yes,” she said, biting his neck out of passion.

  “Oh, fuck!” Edward cried out feeling her teeth on him, “You bite hard bae, you’re a fucking metal whore, aren’t you?” he said, holding her in his lap looking into her eyes.

  “I’m whatever the fuck you want me to be,” she said before diving back on him giving him a hard and deep kiss.

  “I want to get fucked up with you, you got any weed?” he asked.

  “Shit, I might. Hold on,” she said, reluctantly getting off him and rushing to her room. Tiffany had a Hello Kitty porcelain jar she had received when she was eight. Between grades four to nine, it was empty and reduced to nothing more than a decorative piece for her desk. By her sophomore year, it became the perfect place to store her stash of Marijuana reserves. She opened Hello Kitty’s head and felt a feeling of total and utter defeat when she saw that tonight, of all nights, it was empty.

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  “Fuck!” she said to herself.

  “Everything okay babe?” Edward asked.

  “No, it’s okay, I know a guy,” she said, as she desperately reached for her phone and pulled up Eddy’s number. She listened to it ring an agonizing three times before that stoner loser answered. “Hi Eddy, it’s Tiffany,” she said, lowering her voice to a sweet and seductive siren call, “I could use a hook up right now,” she could hear Eddy’s hesitation to make a delivery this late in his voice, “Please, pretty, pretty, pretty please,” she said in a mix of begging and seduction, she was desperate, “You know, that Kimmy girl has been asking about you, I would love to tell her what great friends we are and how cool you are,” She said, more than willing to throw one of her minions to the fire to get what she needed. “Yes, Kimmy, the Asian girl with the pig-tails, that’s right, she does think you’re really cool,” Tiffany could hear the reluctance in his voice turned to eagerness, “Awesome,” she said, “You won’t regret this, I promise,” she said filling his head with false promises.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Tiffany was jumping with happiness that she was going to get a delivery from Eddy. She had ordered from him before. He would be here in ten minutes or less, probably less with what she had promised him.

  Ten minutes passed, Tiffany did what she could to keep Edward entertained — making out as hard as she could with his lips, those perfect lips that belted out lyrics both angelic and demonic.

  “I thought you said weed was coming babe?” He asked as she buried her face in his neck.

  “He’s on his way, I swear, just wait,” she said as she ripped his shirt open and kissed down his chest. She kissed, lower, and lower, “Just wait,” she said.

  “I think I can wait,” he said, running his hand through Tiffany’s soft blond hair as she undid his zipper.

  Tiffany’s work kept him both satisfied and occupied for about twelve minutes.

  “Wow, that was great babe,” He said.

  “It was, wasn’t it,” she said leaning in for a kiss, a lean that was received by a quick backing away, “Maybe we should get something to drink babe,” he said, grinning nervously.

  “Oh,” Tiffany gulped, “Yeah, yeah definitely, Eddy should be here any second now,” Tiffany said as she got up and went to the kitchen to get some original flavor Smirnoff Ices for them. Before she came out with them, she made sure to take a quick gulp and gargle it before spitting it into the sink to wash her mouth out.

  “Oh, Smirnoff,” Edward laughed nervously, then said, “Fucking high school girls,” to himself as he took the bottle and drank a gulp of it, pretending to enjoy it.

  More time passed, “God damn it,” Tiffany said, “I knew Eddy would fucking flake, stupid stoner punk,” she said as she got on the couch with Edward, “At least we can still hang out, right babe?” she said cuddling up to him.

  “Actually,” Edward said, “I know something else we can do, I didn’t want to tell you because I was afraid of what you would think, but you seem cool, maybe you would be into this,” Edward said.

  “I would be into anything you’re into, you’re so cool Edward, if you want to do it, I bet it would be totally awesome,” Tiffany said as she cuddled up to her “Boyfriend” like a little puppy.

  “Are you sure, I mean, it’s going to be pretty wild,” Edward said.

  “What are you talking about?” she asked, looking at him with longing in her eyes.

  Edward reached into his shirt pocket, and pulled out a small ziplock baggie, with about a gram of fine white powder inside of it. Tiffany’s eyes went wide when she saw it. “Oh my god, is that?”

  “It’s the white stuff babe. This shit is awesome,” he said.

  “Is it?” Tiffany asked, looking at the bag with the same mix of awe and curiosity a five-year-old has watching her mom guzzle down a bottle of wine.

  “Yeah, I mean, it’s not for everyone though,” he said, “Do you think you’re up for it?” he said as he looked deep into the eyes of his Jail-bait paramour.

  Tiffany bit her lip seductively as she caressed her hand up Edward’s chest, “I’m into it, might be fun,” she licked her lips, “Might be awesome,” she diving her head forward making a sexy biting motion towards Edward’s face.

  The set up felt like an eternity, Edward gently urging just the most geometrically perfect lines of white powder onto Tiffany’s parent’s coffee table. “All right, you ready babe?” He said as he pulled his wallet out and pulled the hundred-dollar bill he kept in it for just such occasions. He rolled it into a small, tight cylinder.

  Tiffany got on her knees by the coffee table next to Edward. Her hands were shaking, so were legs. Between her legs, though, that was a much different story. She couldn’t take her eyes off him as he leaned in with the rolled up hundred in one nostril, and his index finger pressing the other nostril in. She watched in awe as he snorted the line and leaned back, his body shuddering as he took a deep breath and let out a loud and eager “Fuck yeah!” He was breathing quick and full of haste, he looked at Tiffany with a lust in his eyes that only a twenty-six-year-old about to fuck a seventeen-year-old could have, “You ready babe?” he asked, smiling.

  Tiffany hesitated for a second, but looking deep into Edwards beautiful, dilated pupils, she nodded quickly and said, “Hell yeah,” mimicking him as she reached out for the rolled up hundred-dollar bill. Edward handed it to her, and she cautiously stepped up to the plate. “Okay, I’m going to do it,” she said with nervousness in her voice. She bent over the table and leaned forward towards the second line. She put her finger to her nostril and quickly snorted half of what Edward had left on the table for her.

  It hit her like a freight train. A bitter chemical taste filled her mouth, as the dim, romantic mood lighting of her family’s den started to get brighter and brighter as her pupil’s dilated. She fell back onto the floor and experienced a rush of instant euphoria. Her heart began to beat at a mile a minute and her body, while still, felt like it was shaking with the tremors of a 9.5 earthquake.

  “You okay babe?” Edward asked, standing over her.

  “I need to fuck you so bad!” Tiffany blurted out.

  “Fuck yeah,” Edward said, in a lust filled rage before he dove on top of her. The two proceeded to share a hot, intense, passion-fueled night. The most intense night Tiffany had experienced in her life. Tiffany didn’t know if it was her lust for Edward or the insane shit he just gave her that made her feel this way. All she knew, was that she needed more, much, much more.