An Idea Was Forming
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An Idea Was Forming
Heather
My doctor warned me that now that I have had my nose broken three times and twice within a
short time of each other, that my cartilage was really weak. I’m definitely going to need some
reconstructive surgery.
For two days I’ve been holed up in a motel licking my wounds, so to speak. That b*tch
Samantha was going to pay for hurting me and ruining my nose.
The mall security threw me out, I had to find my own way to the ER. I got an Uber and didn’t
even wait for the other club b*tches. After being dropped off, it took hours to be seen. By the time my nose was set and taped up, it was late. I got another Uber and went to a motel. I
can’t show my face at the club right now. Those c*nts have probably already told what went
down. Ice warned me to stay away from Samantha. But when I saw that cut on her that was
supposed to be mine, I saw red. How dare she wear my cut! And she had to be lying about the
ring. Had to be! Money wouldn’t do this to me. We’ve been in each other’s lives for ten years!
He’s known her for a minute. What does she have? Some magical p*ssy!
I can’t sit still right now. My nose and head were throbbing. My body hurts. I had bruises
everywhere. How was she so good at fighting?
Screaming in frustration, I yanked at my hair trying to think of a plan. A knock at my door had
me freezing.
“Ma’am? Is everything okay in there? We heard screaming,” a feeble voice said through the
door.
“Yes, I’m fine, just stubbed my toe,” I called out.
Looking at my face in the mirror, I grimace. My eyes are black and blue, my nose is swollen. Maybe if I give my face an hourly ice bath, everything will look better by the morning. In two
days it was New Year’s Eve, and I was going to be there. I pick up my phone, an idea roving
around my head.
“Hey, Gordie? Yeah, it’s Heather, long time no hear. Hey, do you still deal? Awesome, do you
have anything for pain? I busted my nose. Yes, that’s great. How about something to get
somebody in the mood and lose all their inhibitions? Really a new drug? No, I can’t shoot someone up. Yeah, I can squirt it in a drink. I’ll take two doses. Thanks, Gordie. I’m at the
Sleep Away Motel room 13. Okay, see you in thirty.”
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After hanging up with an old dealer friend, I freshened up in the bathroom. Waiting for Gordie
felt like an eternity, but finally a knock came to the door.
“Hey, Heather. Whoa, you really did a number on your nose. How did that happen?”
“Got in a fight, the other girl looks worse. So, how much do I owe you?”
“The oxy is thirty and the Scarlet Letter is a hundred a piece.”
“What?”
“It’s a new drug, highly sought after right now. If it’s injected into the person it’s intended for,
the results are instant. They get extremely h*rny, and they don’t care who or what they f*ck.
They just need the orgasm, and they go for hours. If it’s ingested like you plan to do, it takes
about ten minutes to take effect. But you better make sure you’re the one they grab, because
once it hits again, they’ll want to f*ck everyone, and they won’t care where. They’d even f*ck
their own family members. It’s been tested thoroughly.”
“It’s that effective?”
“Yes, totally worth a hundred a piece.”
I grabbed my bag and took out my wallet. I still had four hundred on me. We were supposed to get paid on New Year’s Eve. I gave him the cash. I popped the oxy right away.
“So, Heather, it’s been a while. Where have you been?”
“Around. Money and I are trying to patch things up, but some b*tch is getting in my way.”
“Is that who the drug is for? You and him?”
“Well, one’s for him. The other is for his b*tch. If she’s caught cheating then he’ll d*mp her
a*s.”
“You’re such a wicked girl. I have some stuff for your face. It’s an experiment I’ve been working on. It’ll make your bruising and swelling go away. I’ve used it on my knuckles after
I’ve fought someone. Come here, I’ll apply it.’
I looked at Gordie. He always gave me creepy vibes. I’ve caught him a couple of times over the years checking me out. We stared at each other for a minute. He moved first and stuck his hand in the pocket of his jacket. I noticed he had many pockets.
“I carry it with me in case I get in a fight. It really does wonders.”
“What’s in it?” I asked as he pulled out a baby food–sized jar.
“Oh, Aloe, vitamin C, Frankincense, Arnica, Curcumin, and Peppermint. It’ll have you bruise
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free in twenty–four hours and your swelling will be gone.”
“Seriously?” I asked excitedly.
“Yeah, come here baby, I’ll put it on you.”
I walked over to him. He took off my tape and whistled at the damage.
“Gordie will have you fixed right up. Can’t help with the crookedness though.”
“I know, I’ll need surgery for that. What will I owe you for this?” I was worried because I only had a hundred and seventy bucks left until I got paid.
“A night,” he said, looking at me.
“What?” I asked, taken aback.
“I want a night between those thighs and those lips.”
I bulked at the idea. Gordie was not a good–looking man. His face was pockmarked. His teeth were yellow and crooked. His black hair was greasy. But I really wanted that cream.
“Take a shower first,” I said.
He smiled, and I held in the grimace. He opened the jar and with surprised gentleness he applied the cream to my face. I only winced a couple of times as he touched a particular sensitive spot, but he would apologize each time, and my apprehension eased a little about sleeping with him. He finished and then put the jar in his pocket. He then went to the bathroom. He had left his little drug bag on the table. I rummaged through it and took three more oxy’s. I hid them in between the pages of a bible I found in the side drawer. I was lying on the bed watching T.V. when he came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was skinny, with barely any muscle. You could see every rib and his chest bones through his skin. He was pale and had a patch of chest hair right in the middle of where his pecs were supposed to be. His stomach was hallowed out. He could use a few cheeseburgers.
“Are you hungry?” I asked.
“I could eat. But first I want my p*****t,” he said, stalking towards me and crawling onto the
bed.
“Wait, do you have a c*ndom? I don’t ever have s*x without a c*ndom.”
He paused, staring at me. I ripped off my t–shirt and his eyes locked onto my bra–covered
br*asts. He licked his lips.
“Yeah, I have a few.” He got off the bed and went to the bathroom. He brought out his jacket
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and pulled out a strip of c*ndoms.
“Wow, carry those around often do you?”
“You never know when you might need one. I take p*****t in many forms.” He ripped one off,
and I watched him take his towel off. He was already hard. Poor guy was not a long man. I
hoped he knew what to do with that tiny thing, or I was going to have to fake it.
I stripped off my pants along with my panties. He did me a solid if this cream works, and all I
had to do was spread my legs. I could do this. I’ll just close my eyes and pretend it’s Money or
Ice.
