The Womanizer

Chapter 14: Not An Addict

**play Not An Addict by K's Choice when you see (*) for a better read

Trigger warning- mentions of drug abuse

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(Flashback) Lower Manhattan- New York 1999

"Happy 17th birthday, Lo" He said, his sultry voice caressing her ears. "I threw this lavish party, just for you,"

The party pulsated with debauchery and decadence. Lauren found herself consumed by a whirlwind of desires. Her brown hair cascaded down her back, framing her emerald green eyes that sparkled with an insatiable hunger. Lauren, instantly found herself swept up in the whirlwind of her birthday party thrown by her friend.

As the thumping rap music filled the opulent room, Lauren swayed to the rhythm, her full lips parting in a seductive smile that hinted at the wild night ahead. As she moved through the crowd, her friend at her side, Lauren couldn't shake the insatiable hunger burning within her. Lauren felt a familiar craving clawing at the walls of her mind—her addiction, a beast that demanded to be fed, urging her towards darker desires.
     
The thumping bass of the music reverberated through the lavish mansion, setting a pulse to the scene that matched the frantic rhythm of Lauren's own pounding heart. Amidst the sea of opulence and extravagance, Lauren's friend glanced at her with his piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her, he stood by her side like a devil on her shoulder. He hovered by her side, whispering sweet promises of pleasure and euphoria.
     
"Come on, Lauren," he urged, his voice smooth as silk and laced with temptation. "Let's dive into the night and embrace our desires." The air was thick with anticipation, a cocktail of lust and longing that wrapped around her like a lover's embrace. As the night progressed, Lauren's friend led her towards a secluded corner of the room, away from prying eyes and judgmental whispers.
     
"Come with me, Lauren," he purred, his voice dripping with temptation and malintent. Ignoring the warning bells in her mind, Lauren followed him, her heart racing with a dangerous excitement. Without a second thought, Lauren gave in to the intoxicating pull, her heart racing with a primal urge for gratification. She was a slave to her desires, a prisoner of her own hedonistic cravings.
     
Through the haze of desire and need, Lauren locked eyes with three sultry prostitutes who exuded an aura of raw sensuality. Their gazes burned with a fiery intensity that matched her own. The air crackled with anticipation as her friend pushed Lauren towards the prostitutes, a wicked grin playing on his lips.
     
"Enjoy yourself, my dear," he murmured, his words laced with a sinister edge that sent shivers down Lauren's spine. In a daring move, Lauren beckoned the three temptresses closer, her body trembling with anticipation as she surrendered herself to the intoxicating dance of seduction. The room seemed to spin around them, a whirlwind of desire as Lauren's friend egged her on, his eyes gleaming with forbidden excitement.
     
"Let's make tonight one to remember," he whispered, his voice a sinful melody that stirred the darkest corners of her soul. With a mischievous grin, Lauren's friend watched as she embraced her inner temptress, a fierce wildness taking hold of her as she plunged headfirst into a world of carnal pleasures.

Once inside the dimly lit chamber, Lauren wasted no time in shedding her inhibitions along with her clothes. Her intersex nature was a source of both fascination and power, her protruding arousal a symbol of her insatiable appetite for pleasure. The prostitutes, their eyes hungry with desire, approached her eagerly, their hands roaming over her smooth skin with a hunger that matched her own. Moans of anticipation filled the room as they embraced in a tangled mass of limbs and desire.
     
The first prostitute approached with a sultry sway of her hips, her eyes smoldering with a promise of untold ecstasy. Lauren's heart pounded in her chest, aching with anticipation.
     
"Don't hold back, my dear," her friend purred, his voice a velvet caress that sent shivers down her spine. "Let your desires run wild."
     
And run wild they did, as Lauren surrendered herself to the raw, primal urges that threatened to consume her whole. The room echoed with moans and sighs, a symphony of pleasure and hedonism. In a haze of lust and longing, Lauren found herself entwined with the prostitute, their bodies moving in a primal dance of desire. Moans and gasps filled the room, drowning out the thumping bass of the music. With each touch, each kiss, each whispered promise of ecstasy, Lauren felt herself teetering on the edge of an abyss of pleasure, ready to plunge into the depths of her darkest desires.
     
The second prostitute joined in, her hands roaming over Lauren's skin with a possessive hunger that ignited a fire within her. Their bodies tangled in a frenzy of lust and need, lost in a dance of carnal abandon. Lauren's senses were overwhelmed by the heady scent of desire, the taste of forbidden fruit on her lips as she gave in to the intoxicating pull of the night.
     
"More," she pleaded, her voice a breathless whisper that spoke volumes of her insatiable hunger. "I need more." Her friend's eyes gleamed with mischief as he watched the scene unfold before him, a voyeur to the symphony of passion and pleasure that enveloped them. The third prostitute approached, her eyes dark with desire as she whispered sweet promises of ecstasy in Lauren's ear. The room seemed to spin around them, a kaleidoscope of sensations and emotions.
     
As their bodies entwined in a reckless ballet of lust and longing, Lauren felt herself losing control, swept away by a tempest of desire that threatened to consume her whole. Moans filled the air, mingling with the sounds of skin on skin, a cacophony of pleasure and pain that painted the room in shades of ecstasy. With each thrust, each caress, Lauren felt herself unraveling, her inhibitions melting away like wax in the heat of their shared passion. Her friend's laughter rang out like a dark symphony, a soundtrack to their illicit dance of desire that unfolded in the shadows of the night.
     
"Do you feel it, Lauren?" he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. "The rush of pleasure, the thrill of the forbidden."
     
And oh, did she feel it. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word of lust and longing sent her spiraling deeper into a vortex of desire that threatened to consume her whole. The room seemed to pulse with a primal energy, a symphony of moans and sighs that echoed through the night like a siren's call.
     
In the throes of passion, Lauren surrendered herself to the wild, untamed pleasures that beckoned her, a slave to her own desires. The music pulsed like a beckoning heartbeat, guiding Lauren towards a room where three seductive figures awaited, their gazes hungry and knowing. They were the key to unlocking a side of herself she tried to suppress. The three prostitutes moved as one, a dance of seduction and surrender that enveloped Lauren in a whirlwind of ecstasy and need.
     
"Don't stop," she gasped, her voice a desperate plea that hung in the air like a whispered prayer. "Give me more." And they did, each touch, each caress pushing her closer to the edge of oblivion, where pleasure and pain melded into a kaleidoscope of sensation.
     
Her friend's eyes burned with a feverish intensity as he watched the scene unfold before him, a wicked grin playing on his lips. He watched on with a predatory gleam in his eye, his encouragement like fuel to the fire raging within Lauren. His words were like whispered promises of ecstasy, pushing her further into the abyss.
     
"Let go, Lauren," he urged, his voice a seductive murmur that stroked the flames of her desire. "Embrace the darkness within you."
     
With a wild abandon, Lauren threw herself into the maelstrom of pleasure and pain, her body a canvas for their shared decadence. The heat of their bodies mingled with the acrid scent of cocaine, creating a heady mix that sent Lauren spiraling into a frenzy of pleasure and pain. Her inhibitions shattered like glass, leaving only raw, unbridled need in their wake. Each touch, each kiss, each rough caress sent shockwaves of ecstasy through her, igniting a fire that threatened to consume her whole. Lauren's world narrowed to the sensations coursing through her, a symphony of pleasure and pain.
     
The room seemed to blur around her, a dizzying whirl of sensations and emotions that threatened to overwhelm her fragile control. And as the night wore on, the boundaries between pleasure and pain blurred into a hazy, intoxicating haze. Lauren's body trembled with the intensity of her release, her cries of ecstasy mingling with the sounds of the night. The shadows whispered of forbidden delights, of sins committed in the darkness of the soul. Lauren walked a tightrope between pleasure and destruction, her very being teetering on the edge of oblivion.
     
Yet even in the midst of her most reckless abandon, a sliver of awareness remained. Deep within the recesses of her fractured mind, a voice whispered of consequences yet to come, of a reckoning looming on the horizon. But for now, in this fleeting moment of abandon, Lauren surrendered herself to the carnal pleasures that beckoned her. The night was long, and the darkness held secrets that only the brave dared to uncover. She was a slave to her desires, a prisoner of her own making, yet in that captivity, she found a freedom unlike any other.