Hell on High Heels

one

The one in which we meet one of our protagonist

takes place in 1999ish before the album 'new tattoo' ◡̈

Nikki pov

   Being newly sober around people who don't understand the depth of addiction has proven to be challenging at the least. Even more challenging is finding your friends that will accept the new version of yourself. But then you get all talked down on by some.
"Come on Sixx when did you become such a lame ass fucker dude?"  Things said like that always seem to pull out the "rock god bigger than life" in me. Which is why I find myself in the middle of a dimly lit strip club. Thanks Tommy, i guess.

The loud noise around me makes me cringe knowing I am more that likely stuck here until we get kicked out, which is soon hopefully. Half naked women and an endless flow of alcohol and drugs used to be heaven for me. Now I am just uncomfortable. I know what you're thinking, "just say no Nikki, it's that easy." Well i'm sure it is but I don't like saying no, never have.

  By the time I can even try and light a cigarette my shoulder is being punch and followed by a loud laugh.
"Tommy what the hell?" I ask very unamused. I finally turn my head to see him talking to one of the strippers. I roll my eyes and focus back on trying to light up my cigarette not really caring to take a second glance or thought to the lady Tommy was talking to. After my first puff I feel another hand on my shoulder. "Tommy what the hell do you want now?" I ask without even looking up.
"Well Mr. Sixx there are a lot of things I want. One of those being that I would prefer not be called Tommy considering that is in fact not my name." I whip my head to the sound of the honey like voice I heard and I am met with dark brown eyes and a million dollar smile. I clear my throat and put out my cigarette and turn to her.
"Sorry sweetheart I thought you were someone else." she nods back and walks in front of me now and leans down to where we are face to face.
"I was sent over by your buddy Tommy to 'get your head out of your ass' as he says Mr. Sixx." I lick my lips at the close proximity we are in. Her eyes bouncing around my face as her smile never leaves her lips. She then stands up and pushes her dirty blond hair behind her ear with her eyebrow raised waiting on me to answer. My voice is stuck in my throat as we share eye contact. A smile forms on my face as my eyes trace her body from top to bottom.
"Well I would love for you to do that but I don't even know your name. That is what you said you wanted right?" She smiles at me again but this time it's followed by a light chuckle. "Buy a dance and I'll tell you rockstar." I let out a deep laugh at her comment and dig my wallet out. Once again, very bad at saying no.

She gets to work. Her long hair is falling off her shoulders as she moves her hips on me. She still keeps that smile while looking over her should at me. She then gets up abruptly and turns around to straddle me, giving me a view of her red clad boobs. "My eyes are up here Mr. Sixx" she says softly and i look up at her starstruck. I take in her facial features, her almost not visible freckles, her little hoop attached to her left nostril. She smiles at me and gets up leaving me surprised and cold. "Times up Mr. Sixx" she then turns to walk away throwing a smile over her shoulder.
"Hey wait! I bought a dance so what is your name sweetheart?" I yell over to her. She stops in her tracks and looks at me "Roxie!"

Then she is gone into the flashing lights and crowds of people. I hear manic laughter next to me, coming from Tommy. "There's Nikki Sixx. Dude I thought we lost you for a second there!" I roll my eyes and move to sit closer to the group I was with. I slap Tommy on the back of the head and carry on conversation with them until I feel my phone ringing in my pocket. I hold it up letting the guys know I was stepping outside to answer.

"Hey Nik!" a deep voice rang through the speaker. My eyebrows raised.
"Hey buddy what's going on!" I say back to the man on the other line. His name is David an old friend I've meet through passing and record labels and friends. We were close during the writing of  'Generation Swine'. So needless to say I owed him some favors and I knew it and I knew that was more than likely why he was calling.
"Look you know I wouldn't ask you this unless I absolutely needed you." See I know that was coming.
I hummed waiting for him to proceed. "Look, my students are struggling with their final projects, which is to compose a song or such. They are all out creativity juice as one of them said. So this is me asking to you come in and maybe help spark some creativity in them?" I took a deep breath after he dropped the favor. David is a college music professor so it is not like I will be dealing with 16 year olds. But I also am not very good with teaching, I have no patience. But on the other hand it would be good for me, finding something to keep myself busy.

I went back and forth in my head weighing out all of the pros and cons of this situation. I finally sighed after I came to a conclusion.
"Fine I guess I will do it."

Once again very bad at saying no. This will come back to bite me in the ass later.

A/N
To anyone who reads this if i ever decide to actually publish it:

okay this is my FIRST Nikki story so it MAY not be that great as apologies in advance for that. I am also not a very experienced writer in this world so things may not be developed very well but just STICK WITH IT. I will make it work. ◡̈