Off To Wonderland

Too Drunk Too Fuck

Mike finally came back with beverages and Kimmbers joint.

“Sorry I took so long guys. Block head couldn’t figure out where to put the new shipments…” he trailed off noticing Trent. “Hey Trent, nice to see you around here, by the way really appreciate you hooking me up with some over sea deals. Business is booming. By the way how is Mexico? Get ‘n too hot for ya?” Trent laughed softly.

“Not at all Mike, though it is good to be back in Static. I need to check on some shipments. So putas messed it up and I had to ‘take care’ of the problem be for it got out of hand.”

“You’re Mexican?” Kimmber said astonished. “You’re so fluent in English I wouldn’t have guessed.” Trent chuckled.

“Why thank you. I’m supposed to. Make business and transportation better.” He winked at Amber who turned bright red for the um-thenth time. Trent found it amusing at how easily this girl could turn red.

“So since were tight you can get me some free shipments right?” Kimmber said licking her bottom lip and smiling. Trent smiled back. He found Kimmber to be quite the seductress, and very sexy looking but Amber’s childish reactions made him want to tease her till she popped.

“I’ll think about it. What kind of shipment are you most interested in?” he asked.

“Just some good old pot,” she lighting up the joint from Mike; Amber rubbed her thumbs along the wet outside of the bottle, and being a bit of a per, Trent’s mind wandered in to wicked thoughts.

“I don’t think that would be a problem. How much do you go through a week?”

“The hell if I know,” laughed Kimmber, Amber giggled; and he thought it was very fitting for her.

“And what about you sweet heart?” he said, turning to face Amber who’s eyes widened a bit, before she looked back to her drink, “What’s your favorite poison?”

“SAND” she said quietly. He paused; this was the first time he had heard of this drug. He looked to Mike hoping to get an answer. Mike just shrugged,

“Some new drug on the street sold by a guy called Mr. Sand Man. Seems to be pretty popular, something to do with mind altering dreams.” Trent bit his lip agitated that he hadn’t heard ‘SAND’ or this Sand Man character. His boys had forgotten to mention it or, they hadn’t known either, and that bugged Trent. BADLY!

“Where can I meet this Sand Man,” he spat the name out in disgust. Mike shrugged.

“You have to find one of his dealers first.” Amber felt Trent’s eyes fall to her and he fingers traced up her arm. Shivers of pleasure and fear ran through her body, and she didn’t dare move.

“You do SAND, right? So you have to get from somewhere…..or someone?” Amber bit her lip. She couldn’t sell Rocky out. He was her number one. Got her the best of the best and only jipted her ten times tops. “Well,” he said his breath ticking her ear.

“Uuhhmm,” she hesitated… and then an idea came into her head. “A Guy named Sparrow, gave me my last dose…” she said. She felt bad for giving up a newb dealer, but she wasn’t about to give up her main man.

“Sparrow hu?” he moved away from her and she let out a silent sigh. Trent looked very much like the prince in her dreams, but she knew he was anything but. There was cold, cruelness laced in his last words, and she didn’t trust him as far as she could throw him. On the other hand Kimmber swooned over him like a horny school girl does to a new transfer-student. She hung on his every word.

“Well I must be going now. I have a lot of work to do…” he smiled, “Mike,” he nodded, “Ladies,” he smiled again, then leaned over close to Amber placing his hand on her hand. “In case you ever want to see me again…” he reached over her chest and slipped a card into her bra. His fingers traced back up and pulled back her auburn hair exposing her smooth white skin. “That’s my card. Don’t hesitate to call anytime.” He pulled away and left. Kimmber glared at Amber, who tried to make herself really small. Kimmber sighed; she couldn’t stay mad at Amber, besides she thought to herself boyfriends don’t work out in my line of work. They sat together sipping drinks and smoking, all the while giggling about what they would do to Trent if he was theirs; each trying to outdo the other in extremes.

Soon the place was packed like normal Amber was now among the bodies. She was wasted, but not wasted enough. A guy reached for her boob, and she smacked his hand away.

“Tou-chy” he huffed and pulled Kimmber on his lap. She giggled and planted a drunk wet kiss on his lips; Amber watched in disgust as his hands explored all over Kimmbers body. Finally tired of watching the grope fest she turned to Mike. She never noticed how blue his eyes were. She stared at him for a full two minutes before he sighed and she looked down. she peaked up again through her lashes. In fact, she hadn’t notice, until now, how hot he was. It might have been the booze playing with her head, but Mike looked quite tone and built. Strong upper torso from lifting heavy shipments and supplies for the Shack; Mike gave another sigh.

“I know that look.”

“What look,” Amber said, slurring her words a bit.

“You’re drunk,” he said with a tired voice.

“Your hot,” she giggled. A weak smile cracked on Mikes face.

“Thank you. And if you were older, and not so drunk, I would take you away.”

“Why not now,” she pouted.

“Because I’m not into high schoolers like some perverts around here…” Amber sighed.

“Ok! When I grow up Imma fuck you.” Mike snorted a laugh.

“Ok, you do that.” He laughed to himself as he started to clean glasses again.