Gateway Drug | Volume I

Gateway Drug | Part Twelve

Warning(s): Explicit Language
Mentions of drug use
Implied sexual situations

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She was out of her ever-loving mind.

I watch from the corner of the loud penthouse suite as Tansy dances provocatively on the bar of the kitchen island with Sparkie, a sea of bodies surrounding them and having their own raunch fest as loud pop music blares out over the stereo system.

Every girl here is a model of some sort, everything from Vogue to the cheap porn magazines you get at a check out line of a grocery store, and I'm pretty sure every guy here is a drug dealer judging by the excessive amount of narcotics laying around, and I've witnessed Tansy doing every single one after another.

Worry builds a home in my gut, my eyes watching as the bleach blonde escapes to her own world and zones out, keeping her eyes closed as she clings to Sparkie to keep from losing her balance.

Tansy never touched drugs when we were in high school and she didn't drink that much, yet here she is, acting as if she could be the long lost member of Nikki and Tommy's Terror Twin duo.

I take a swig of my water, watching Tansy start pulling at her tight, Sky blue dress. Knowing better than to try to stop her, I'm left watching her strip down to absolutely nothing. I learned quickly that she's mean when enough drugs get in to her system, trying to stab me with her keys when I tried to get her to keep her clothes on. She knows how she acts when she's messed up, and she's not ashamed of it in the least, so I let her do as she pleases.

I do, however, avert my gaze as Sparkie starts trying to get his pants down to screw her.

Inevitably this will turn in to a huge orgy like every other night we've partied. Plenty of parties in L.A. get this nasty, but Nikki usually keeps stray hands from groping at me. I'm defenseless here, so I know to slip to the balcony out by the master bedroom.

I kick my heels off as I step through Tansy's room, sliding the glass door open at the balcony and step on to the cement, looking over at the shining city.

I look up, unable to see a single star in the sky due to the brightness of the neon lights.

"Well, that's stupid." I mumble, rolling my eyes, looking down at the city over the side of the railing.

"Don't jump," A woman's voice says and I snap around, seeing someone I recognize immediately, not only from Tansy's modeling circle, but from Vanity 6.

"I'm not, I just needed some air." I explain to her, looking back to the city. She stumbles to me slightly, gripping at my shoulder with a shaking hand as she stands next to me before holding on to the metal bar in front of us for support.

Denise Matthews a.k.a...

"Vanity," she introduces herself, extending her hand with the energy of an excited puppy.

Judging by her fidgeting and slight jitteriness, it's drug induced.

"I know." I say back, glancing at her. "I'm Vivian."

"Tansalyn's told me about you." She states with a nod. I frown at her using Tansy's government name, not able to recall the last time I actually called her that. "Why aren't you inside having fun?" She blatantly asks me and I smirk.

"Has she not mentioned I don't do sex parties?" I ask innocently, waiting for her answer.

"Ha!" She laughs humorously, her eyes squeezing closed as if I just said the funniest joke she's ever heard.