“Here, babe,” she said.
Chris threw her spent smoke out of the window.
“Nose candy!” she cheered. She unstopped the vial and served herself two good bumps, using her pinky nail to scoop the dust up.
She leaned her head on the headrest, and passed the vial back. She placed her hand on Sabrina’s thigh, squeezing it. “Do you remember about the nose candy?” she grinned.
Sabrina chuckled.
“I missed this one,” Samantha said.
“She’s the one that got me started,” Chris said, patting Sabrina’s thigh. “Rose got me into a lot of other stuff, but cocaine was Aunt Sabrina’s little gift.”
Sabrina laughed. “She was staying with me—” She looked at me in the rear view mirror. “Can’t remember where you were at the time. Somewhere for a shoot, probably.”
“Yeah, likely.”
I remembered hearing that story a lot of times.
“Anyway,” Sabrina went on, “we’re in my place—my old place that is—one evening, and I’m doing some lines—”
“I was like, I dunno, thirteen—and there is Sabrina with her silver straw, snorting away at these line of white dust—”
“And she goes all wide eyed and asks me what the stuff is,” Sabrina grinned.
Samantha giggled. “How cute!”
“And she smiles at me and says—It’s nose candy. Wanna try some?”
We all laughed.
My memory cleared. “And so when I came back from Rio—I was in Rio, now I remember—I came back and—”
Sabrina howled with laughter. “When she found out she tried to bite my head off!”
“Shit! I come home one evening and there’s my little raven-haired angel, doing lines like a pro—”
“She just stood there and stared at me—” Chris said. “So I handed her the straw and offered her a tooth.”
“It’s called bonding,” Sabrina said.
We were waiting at a red light. The people in the next car probably wondered why we were laughing so hard.
#
We got to my place.
“Don’t mind the mess,” I said. “It’s been a weird week.”
“Don’t worry,” Chris said, parking her trolley by the door. “I can crash on the couch.”
“I told you,” Sabrina said. “You can come to my place. I have a very big bed.”
“Me too!” Samantha chuckled. She fell on the couch and stretched. I sat by her side. I needed a cigarette.
Chris chuckled. “If the bed’s big enough, we can go for a threesome.”
“Then your mum would be jealous,” Samantha said, lighting my cigarette. I blew smoke in her face.
“And what about your girlfriend back in college?” Sabrina asked.
“Which one?” Chris replied.
She pulled her tee-shirt off. Her boobs bounced gently. There was a paragraph of script tattooed on her left side, along the ribcage.
Lust's passion will be served;
it demands
it militates
it tyrannizes.
“I’m taking a shower,” she announced.
“Hmmm, that’s tempting,” Sabrina said.
“You can come and lather me up,” Chris winked. She dropped her jeans. She was wearing a small black thong.
Sabrina sat on the couch, squeezing me between her and her sister. “Maybe later,” she said.
“Opportunity never knocks twice,” Chris said, and she went into the bathroom.
Sabrina took the cigarette from my lips and did a long toke, then placed it back.
We heard the water running in the shower.
“You are still in time to join in,” I told Sabrina.
“Yeah,” her sister giggled. “We can hold your clothes.”
Sabrina snorted. “The anticipation of pleasure is a pleasure in itself, bitches.”
Samantha was flipping the screen of her smartphone. “What about we call Lenny and Fred for tonight?”
I felt a nice warmth between my legs. “They were rather cute,” I said.
“We could see if they have friends—”
“And get saddled with some loser?” Sabrina snorted.
“Well, they were pretty good—” her sister replied.
“Oh, sure.”
“We could have a double threesome,” I said.
A part of me was shocked at my own words. I felt like my head was splitting, a wilderness of images crowding my frontal lobes.
I leaned into Samantha and nibbled at her earlobe. “Got more of that nose candy?” I asked.
She turned and bit in my lips. “Sure.”
She took a plastic bag from her handbag and poured a small mound on the coffee table, pushing my cigarettes and lighter aside.
“Wow,” Sabrina said, leaning forward and watching her sister as she used a credit card to chop up the crystals. She stretched a hand and dipped a finger in the scattered dust. Samantha slapped her hand, giggling. Sabrina offered her dusty fingertip. I sucked on it. She rubbed it on my tongue.
The door opened. Chris walked out, stark naked, her shaved pussy with the little butterfly tattoo in full display. Her wet hair fell on her boobs, the nipples peeking through the strands.
“Just what I needed!” she said.
She knelt down by the table and waited, wetting her lips, as Samantha drew some fat lines on the glass surface.
Samantha offered me the straw. I bent forward, stopping one nostril, and snorted the first line. It crashed into my brain like a fall of blue electric sparks. The din in my brain subsided, and the two worlds I remembered separated like water and oil. I changed nostril and did a second line.
The drip burned in my throat as I handed the straw to Chris, that puller her hair back and did her lines fast, efficiently, and then passed the straw to Sabrina.
I closed my eyes, and contemplated the two realities I could remember clearly, now, as sharp and in focus as high definition movies. My old life looked staid and boring compared to my current one.
Samantha fell back on the couch, massaging her nose and reciting a soft litany of obscenities. Her hand closed on my thigh, squeezing hard.
I liked this new me.
I placed my hand at the back of Sam’s head and pulled her to me. I felt horny. Her mouth was bitter to my electrically charged tongue.
There was an idea, howling in my head.
Evil, corrupted, deliciously obscene.
It would be great.
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