One-Shot Erotica

Social Disease (David Bryan/Lexi Quaas)

Title: Social Disease

Characters: David Bryan/Alexandria "Lexi" Quaas

Rating: R for drug use and sex

Setting: Vancouver, Canada

Year: November 1988 (New Jersey Era)

Night blanketed the small city of Vancouver, a large crowd of people bumping and smacking into each other to reach their destination. The air was crisp and refreshing, not a hint of heat nor humidity could be felt by any.

A small group of giggling girls stood on the corner, gossiping happily about their latest fuck or ex-boyfriend. A group of horny males were nearby, whistling and eyeing each passing woman. The firm and powerful tap of heeled leather boots could be heard on the pavement, making everyone move from the person's way. One of the giggling girls snorted as Lexi passed, yelling out and calling her slut.

She pushed the lazy idiots from her way and finally saw her friend standing just inside the entrance. Lexi simpered and smiled at the man standing outside the door, touching his chin with her soft hand and slipping on past him.

"About time," Tiffany called out and threw an arm around her friend.

"Sorry," Lexi replied and kissed her friend's cheek. "Jeff was out sick so I had to close the bar!"

Lexi and Tiffany moved deeper into the house party and found two seats in the lounge. She shrugged off her denim jacket to reveal a slim figure, encased in a leather mini skirt and pink bustier top, her bleach blonde hair teased up with held in place with several hair clips and hairspray.

She crossed her right leg over her left and rested her chin on her hand, her long hair falling gracefully over her right shoulder. Her eyes scanned over the partygoers, studying every person in the crowd...not too keen on joining in just yet.

One guy tried his hardest to flirt with Lexi, though only succeeded in having his balls close to being crushed as Lexi kicked out her booted foot. She and Tiffany laughed when the guy fell to the ground in what must have been unbearable pain.

"Fuck off, asshat!" Tiffany giggled uncontrollably. Lexi smirked as the guy limped off with the help of his friends.

The lights were setting the atmosphere as the bass from the music brought the party to vivid life. The room was packed as dancers writhed and flowed to the music, pretty much in their own world. Around them the air was thick with sex and weed, the output from fog machines making it somehow heavier.

From up on the second-floor balcony overlooking the party, David and two of his bandmates rested against the railing, eyes taking in the room below. One was a short dark-haired man, the other with dirty blonde hair.

He was smoking a thick joint and sharing idle talk with one of his friends. Out of the corner of his eye, David saw a man suddenly bow over and he looked to see what was going on. Seeing where a blonde beauty sat with her friend, David's eyes rose in interest as the injured male limped away.

David nodded once to the man next to him and walked down the stairs to the dance floor. Making his way past various dancers, David merely nodded and kept to his intended location. He leaned up against the couch, bending down to talk to the blonde female.

"Ladies," David said, holding out two unopened bottles of Guinness.

Lexi turned her head towards his voice, her pupils dilated and eyes a deep emerald. "Oh...our hero. Thank you."

"Least I can do for a gorgeous creature like you," David said with a wink. She studied him intently, his scent dancing around her.

She looked David over from his nicely built shoulders and chest clad in a white shirt with the top four buttons undone, to his striking eyes that shot through her entire being. Down her eyes went to the dark blue jeans he wore with leather boots. His shirt hung open enough to show off a thin layer of hair on his chest.