Touched By A Marine (Book 1)

Chapter Twelve: Intoxicated

It had been nearly a month since Vlad injected me with a drug known only as Cocaine, and already I was feeling as high as a fucking kite. My body became separated from my own min as it complied with the actions my clients wanted me to do to them. But somewhere deep inside, I felt like my old self, trapped under lock and drugs that had been pumped into my system too many times to count. As I got ready for tonight's client I felt the eyes of Vladimir upon me as he watched me get dressed by sitting on the edge of my bed. Noah had been placed on administrative leave but was confined to his quarters without the possibility of never being my security guard again. I emerged from the safety of my closet as my shirt slid into place around my torso, covering up the scars that would be forever etched across my back as constant reminders as to why I did this for a living. Vlad pulled out another syringe and held out my arm. I winced as the needle penetrated my skin and sunk even lower until it found a vein it could stick in to.

As Vlad slowly pushed down on the plunger, I could feel the effects of the drug making it's way through my bloodstream as it tingled up my arm and up my right shoulder until it expanded throughout my entire body, making my limbs become loose and vision blurry. Tonight's client was some well-known wealthy business man from out of town who just the other day called upon my services to relieve some much heavy duty stress. His e-mail indicated that he wished to me at a newly opened strip club in the Upper Westside of Manhattan. I left my room with Vlad by my side as he wrapped his arm around my waist and walked with me toward the elevator. As the darkness took over, the more I felt myself sink lower and lower into the abyss with no chance of ever getting out alive. A thin clear layer of sweat broke out across my forehead as my stomach twisted and knotted, hungry for more drugs. I doubled over as I wrapped my arms around my stomach and leaned against Vlad praying that the hunger pains would soon end.

We arrived at the main lobby shortly thereafter, as the other slaves watched from the laps of their clients, their whispering voices reaching my ears like bat radar. I knew what they saying without even thinking. As we stepped through the double doors a brush of cold air hit my skin as I sighed with relief. The client's driver greeted me by name and opened the backseat for me as Vlad helped me in but not before kissing me on the lips one last time. His tongue sweeped across my mouth as my lips parted slightly inhaling the rich, intoxicating smell of his cologne mixed with the subtle taste of Scotch and Vodka on the rocks. He pulled away as he stroked the side of my face telling me to hurry back to him safely. The door slammed shut with a thud as I looked out the window and saw Vlad hand the driver a hundred dollar bill along with a few carefully chosen words I might add. The sedan launched forward as I fell back against the leather seating and laid my head against the coolness of the window.

The coolness of the glass helped some in relieving the headache that was pounding against my temples like a jackhammer. The pain became nearly too much for me as I almost vomited in the backseat but not before I quickly rolled down the automatic window and stuck my head outside, feeling the cold breeze brush against my face. We crossed the Brooklyn Bridge then turned right onto Parkway Avenue. Lights, so bright and long as they shot straight up into the sky came into view as the heavy sound of a baseline reached my ears. The strip club, or more commonly known as Lady Luck, with it's pink florescent lights and long flowing red carpet rolled up beside me as the car came to a stop next to the curb. I stepped out and walked to the doors listening to the complaints of the other partygoers trying to get inside from behind the red velvet rope. Some of them even tried to bribe the bouncer but that proved to be utterly useless as he just stood there, looking out over the crowd with no expression on his face whatsoever.

Inside, the music was louder and I could feel it as it shook the club of it's very foundation. Strobe lights flashed and twirled overhead as they moved across the tops of people swaying and grinding to the music, their bodies practically covered in sweat. As I stepped further inside, a small crowd of male citizens gathered around the main stage, hooting and yelling out cat calls to the women dancers who where wearing next to nothing. They flashed them their money and laughed together as they slammed down drink after drink. The waitress coming by every few minutes to refill their orders. I was just about to move again when I felt a hand on my shoulder as I looked over and saw that it was my client motioning me to come forward and have a seat next to him in the V.I.P section of the club where it was guarded by another bouncer. He stepped to the side and let us through without so much as a second glance. The place was packed with dancers and drinkers alike just looking for a  good time. We sat in the very back corner of the building where a bottle of Champagne was already waiting for us.