Karma's Happenstance

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Izzy POV 

We stroll back to the hotel with theses chicks on our arms. Slash is dragging his ass and spending more time making out than anything. They’re really into us. Like I said: I have no fucking clue why but I sure as shit won’t complain about that. They even stop to buy us some booze. I really needed it for my shaking. This would be a hell of a party, if I just could stop thinking about church girl for a minute. 

Taking the chicks back to the hotel is a very bad idea. I have no idea why I bother, but I don’t want church girl to see me fucked up like this. And I really need to get things going with that stripper chick because I need a fucking fix, like yesterday. I know that probably won't happen until I fuck her. I guess stripper by nature are just hornier chicks. Maybe because they stare at naked chicks all the time.

"Wow…!" Crystal, the blonde chick calls out as we leave the elevator towards the suite. "You guys must be rockstars or some shit?" She clings closer to me, if that’s even possible. I am looking even better in her eyes now. Fuck, if she only knew.

"Nah. Just opening band, sweetheart." I say and search my pockets for the key card.

"You can afford a place like this as opening act?" She asks and I fight the urge tell her to shut up. I have no fucking intention of having a real conversation with that chick. She's nothing more than a means to an end. 

"We’re with Mötley Crüe." I say plainly and wonder if I could just pass that annoying chick to one of the Crüe guys as soon as she’d scored some dope for us. Nikki would appreciate her I'm sure. He loves it when people tell him how great he is.

"Wow… that’s… just wow!" She stutters and I can’t help rolling my eyes. Fucking Sixx. Why are people always reacting impressed like that? If they knew that fucking son of bitch, they’d run and never get near him again. I DO know that motherfucker. And fuck me I wish I never met him. Again, this is some of Slash's bad Karma or some shit because he's the one who brought that fucker into the mix in the first place. Yeah, thanks Slash.

"Yeah… just wow." I repeat sarcastically and open the door to the hotel suite. "Lucky me." 

Looking back and wondering where the hell Slash is, I see him and the redhead almost fucking in the god damn hallway. Lips and slobber, hands untying, unbuckleing, groping. Ugh. How can he even act like he's thinking of more than dope? I know I sure as fuck can't.

I stop and turn to Crystal before I step into the suite. "You’ve got a hook up to get us some of the fun stuff, sweetheart?" I just hope she could call her dealer as soon as possible. 

She takes a good look at me and I know she’s trying to figure out what I’m on. "Smack?" She plainly asks and I nod. "We could share, but you owe me a ride Mr. Stradlin." She seductively licks her lips. 

Fuck, yeah. Of course I owe her a fuck. I’m a fucking whore if it comes to my drug addiction. And my dick has already been hard for fucking hours again. So, yeah. Why the fuck not? I knew this was coming, right? Just fucking go for it, right? I’m already getting sick as hell. So I don’t really give it a second thought and draw her inside the suite toward one of the bathrooms. I really need to get a fucking fix now and get this over with. And I really don’t need an audience right now. 

Crystal is already peeling my shirt off as I kick the door closed with my heel. I’m too sober for this. I can't concentrate. I can't stop anticipating if she's gonna score for me or not. The suspense is fucking killing me.

"I need a fucking hit first." I say to the chick and she fumbles in her purse, revealing what I’ve been craving for hours now. Fuck me! She had it right there all this fucking time?! Fuck! I wish I would have known, I could have lifted it from her purse hours ago and be high already. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

She hands me what I want. With shaking hands, begin pulling together all the things I need to shoot up. Luckily I hung on to a needle from Sixx. I prepare a fix and try to find a vein that's not all dried out. 

The chick eyes me with a strange look on her face. She can probably see my track marks from there. Yeah, I bet I look pathetic but at this stage I don’t fucking care. All I can think about is getting high.

She opens a foil, holds a lighter beneath it and inhales through a small straw. 

God, I envy her as her eyes roll back for a second. It seems it has been ages that I got high from smoking heroin. This just doesn’t do it for me anymore. I’m way more fucked up now. 

When I finally find a fucking vein, I close my eyes as feel my body relaxing. Sweet mother of god. This shit just fucks up your life but every fucking time I shoot up I can’t help thinking it’s all worth it. And it is. I'm already starting to feel so much better.

I still lounge on the floor, the needle probably still in my arm, when Crystal slips on my lap. Ah, yeah. There was that. I don’t care for sex now. I’m high as fuck. And the chick isn’t that special either. Don’t get me wrong, she’s hot. She’s a fucking stripper for god’s sake. She’s supposed to be fucking hot.

But I can’t help missing some details that would turn me on eventually. Maybe I should’ve taken the redhead? At least I could have taken that one from behind, imagining it would be church girl. I groan and almost bite my tongue, trying to cut it back. 

What the fuck is wrong with me? I used to fuck hookers and strippers all the time. Why can’t I keep thinking about that innocent girl, which is way too good for a fuck up like me? But this chick isn't her. She's just not her. If I just imagine my chirch girl I will probably cum. But the smack is putting a deley in my thought process.

The stripper chick is already grinding on my hard groin when I snap back to reality. I immediately close my eyes again, thinking about creamy freckled skin and those perfect blue eyes. That hot little body beneath me last night, her perfect face… Fuck. I can’t do this. This is fucking torture. As long as church girl is on my fucking mind, there’s no way I gonna get laid again. 

The chick drops to the floor, lunging forward, tearing aggressively at the zipper of my jeans. Before I can grab her wrists to stop her, she pulls my dick out and slips her lips around it. Fuck! 

Then I hear it. A whimper. A pain filled fucking whimper from the door. Even through my smacked out brain I sense who it is without even opening my eyes. When I do, I see church girl staring at me in shock, devastation written all over her face. Dressed in that black dress and high heels she stood in the door frame, her eyes tearing up. Fuck. She looked so damn hot. 

The stripper turns at the church girl and Sixx decides in that exact same moment to show up, too. God, I hate my fucking life. 

"What? You guys wanna see us fuck? Just take a picture and fuck off." The blonde snarls at them. And turns to continue working on my dick.

Sixx gives me one of his malicious grins. I bet the fucker is enjoying this. "Oh, good. Stradlin brought hookers." He says with an evil Sixx chuckle. 

The chick between my legs tenses. "I’m a stripper, not a hooker. You… " She complains.

"Yeah, whatever you say sweetheart." Nikki cuts her off. Then this mother fucker actuall throws his arms around a crying church girl and pulls her into his chest. His mouth turns to a snarl when he looks at me. "Come on baby," he says softly to her, "Don't cry...come on," and he starts to lead her away.

What the fuck?!