wild side || tommy lee / motley crue

17. nikki fucking sixx.

The time is finally here. Motley Crue had released their second studio album "Shout At The Devil" with the help of Elektra Records. They've all been attending millions and millions of interviews but other than that, it's the same old lifestyle. Groupies, drugs, sex, bars & clubs, same old shit.

Ozzy Osbourne, the ex-lead singer of Black Sabbath had encountered the Crue at a festival and turns out, he chose them as his opening act for his upcoming— now here world tour. The tour's starting in February, only a month from here.

Me and Tommy have been spending more time together, socializing even if I may remark. Heather has visited us too, quite often, and Tommy has made it clear to her that he wants nothing to do with me. We both know that's not true.

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04/01/1984

I had just finished shooting up with Nikki in the bathroom of our Los Angeles apartment. He knew me and Tommy were having a secret fling and promised not to tell anyone as long as I kept pleasing him. Yes, you heard me right.

As it turns out, Nikki's been having a thing for me for quite a while now. And I'm practically just forced to have sex with him in order to keep Heather's and Tommy's relationship somewhat stable. Though, in all honesty, Heather should be worried about the millions of groupies that Tommy fucks and gets blowjobs from every other night he goes out and afterwards does his best to hide it.

I'm currently laying on the ground with Nikki sitting up slouched against the bathtub in the bathroom.
We've been like this for at least half an hour now, unable to feel anything.

"Wanna do ecstasy?" He slurs out and looks over to me. I look up at him from the ground and respond;

"Yeah."

He rambles through his jacket's, which is still on because we came home from a bar, pocket looking for the dabs. He stops for a moment and grabs out four tablets.

"Four? Two ain't enough?" I ask him, slowly sitting up.

"Nah. Here." He hands me two tablets as he dips his head back and swallows his. Without a care in the world, I repeat the action.

We sit there, staring into one another's eyes for quite a moment until I fall forward, exhausted, onto his chest.

"So you and Tommy have really got it going on, huh?" He speaks in a low husky voice.

"I guess so." I answer, nuzzling my face further into the crook of his neck.

"Why do you like him, anyway?" He questions me, letting his head fall back, his eyes now glued to the ceiling.

"No reason, really." I answer him after a quick minute of pondering for an answer.

Honestly, I really didn't know why I liked Tommy so much. I guess it was just that he satisfied my needs and gave me what I wanted. Which as a matter of fact, wasn't just sex. He would affectionately lay with me in his bed until the both of us drifted off to sleep in each other's hold. I guess it gave me a sense of comfort at the time.

"I guess he just satisfies my needs." I tell him in all honesty.

"Yeah, well why him when I can satisfy you even better?" He says as I can feel his hands get a hold of my slim waist.