Begging to fuck me. Literally begging. I know it's hard for you to believe right now, but I've never really been much of a ladies' man-- Dorian's more...successful at that."Ada was dumbfounded. If she thought about it hard, tried to distance herself from her libido, Dorian was objectively a little better looking than Ellis. And he was certainly very kinky and creative in bed. But the way he treated her, the way he acted when he knew the girls in his bed were a sure thing ... he was a total. At the same time that Julie was fortifying her nerve with coke, Van Daddock was also, if for different reasons. He loved to fuck when high on cocaine. It had been the thing that had brought him together with Julie a few summers ago.He had promised Julie some heroin and amazing sex if she broke up with Bobby. Remembering how great a fuck Julie had been when on coke, he figured she'd blow his mind if she had a little something extra mixed in as well. He tapped his breast coat pocket, to ensure. The crowd was quieting now, being respectful, or what passed for it anyway. When she took the mic and the lights dropped, they all shut up, drowning in their alcohol and hazy fantasies, her delicate fingers shredding out an improvised jazz tune. Fantasy. She was their tiny little Navajo whore with hair like night. Jazz was what she played and despite everything, this was Texas. There was a reason she wore tight little Daisey Dukes, red cowgirl boots, and one of their hats. They didn’t come for. We were all reasonably certain the fireworks wouldn’t just be in the sky. Again, my parents had a business thing to go to, leaving my sister and I alone with strict instructions; “Don’t throw a party. And if you do, don’t get too drunk.” And then they were gone. Almost instantly, Ash was invited over, then several other of their friends. I’d seen them around the house every now and again. Basically it was a reunion of high school cheerleaders who had another couple of years to grow into their.