$mutty$uicide

shows and coke

     Hot bodies pressed were pressed against me, everyone drenched in sweat. I could feel a bruise forming on my face from getting punched in the pit, but I had made it to the front, an older guy letting me scoot in next to him. I heard the start of my favorite song, the recording of Oddy screaming the 10 plagues in Exodus, leading into him showing off his skills. Scrim took over, the crowd all shifting their eyes to him, mine looking towards Oddy.

       He was walking to my side of the stage, I could see the sweat on his forehead. I don't know why it was fuckin sexy but it was. Our eyes managed to meet and he gave a small smirk, walking to stand right in front of me up on the stage as he started Muddy Blunts. His eyes kept landing on me.

     The show was over way too soon, and I took a few extra seconds to leave, not wanting to be stuck in the wave of people trying to get out of the venue. I started to make my way to the door, stopping and turning as I felt a tap on my shoulder. I had to look up, the security guard standing there was easily 6'5. My heart was racing. Did they somehow find out I had coke in my bra?

        He turned his head off towards the side of the stage, motioning to me, then nodding. "It's been requested that you come back stage."

         Holy fuck what. What. All I could do was nod in agreement before he took me back. The small black room consisted of only two black couches and a table that was mostly filled with bottles of alcohol. Oddy smiles at me, momentarily taking his eyes off the blunt he was rolling.

        "Come sit, tell me 'bout yourself."

       I took the seat beside him, my heart still pounding. He finished rolling the blunt, quickly lighting and puffing on it. "Uh, I'm Katie. I'm 19. Shit," I fumbled, suddenly forgetting everything about myself. He chuckled, passing me the blunt which I declined.

        "You don't smoke?"

       "I don't wanna fuck up my high." He raised an eyebrow, to which I removed the small baggy from my bra. He raised his eyebrows again. "Don't worry, it's fish. Not cut or nothin'."

         "Lay out some lines then we'll see if you can remember any more about yourself," he smirked. I pulled my ID out of my bag, making sure it was crushed up well enough, then cut it into 4 nice thin, long lines. I went to reach for a dollar and he stopped me, grabbing $100 out of his pocket, "I'll let you do the honors."

        I took the hundred, rolling it up tightly before bending down to take my first line, tilting my head back as the numbness spread through my nose and down my throat. I'd never used more than a $20 before, and lemme just tell you that it feel boujee as fuck to use $100. He took one of his as well.

          "Before we get into this lemme ask one question," he nodded, "why'd you bring me back stage?"

         "You're cute and I like the band on your shirt," he shrugged, puffing on the blunt.

        "Oooh, Oddy's an Acid Witch fan," he chuckled. "Well what do you wanna know about me?"

       "Where you from? Whatcha do?"

      "Seattle, and I deal," I wasn't sure if I should've been so upfront with the dealing part.

        "Nice nice, I've always loved it up here. Big difference from New Orleans." I watched his lips as he hit the blunt again, meeting his eyes after. They were blood shot and his pupils were fuckin huge. He set the blunt down in the ashtray, leaning in to close the distance between us, our lips pressing together, our tongues quick to find each other.

       He grabbed onto my waist, pulling me to straddle his lap, his hands exploring my body as soon as he got me where he wanted me. I pulled away from his lips, smirking as I ground against him.

       "How about we take another line then I'll take you to the bus?" I nodded, sliding off of his lap, taking the rolled bill, and quickly took the line. Him doing the same. He took my hand, leading me out the doors and up to the bus. He pressed me against the side of it, the metal freezing on my partially exposed midsection. His lips found my neck quickly, drawing moans from me, to which he responded by biting and sucking harder. He lifted my legs up to hook around his waist, carrying me up onto the bus, throwing me down on the couch once inside.

       He found his place in between my thighs, his chest pressed against mine, his hips grinding against mine. I whimpered as he pulled away and sat up. He hooked his thumbs in my waistband and slid off my leggings, biting his lip as he started rubbing my heat through my black lace panties.

       My panties came off soon after, my moans getting louder as he began pumping two fingers in and out, his thumb rubbing my clit. Our lips were locked again, the lust obvious with how messy our kiss was. The heat was building in my core, each pump of his fingers bringing it closer and closer to release. It was like he could sense it, he pulled away from my lips, looking down towards his fingers. "Come for me baby."

        That was all he had to say before I started gushing, my body shaking, my eyes closing, my head tilted back. He pressed his fingers against my lips, having me clean them off, before reaching to undo his pants, sliding them down in the same movement. He quickly ripped open a condom and slid it on before entering me, letting out a soft 'fuck' as I stretched around him. His hand gripped my neck, tightening as he pounded into me.

       I could feel myself starting to cum again already, could feel myself tightening around his cock.  The moan trapped in my throat managed to escape once he released his hand. He shifted until I was in his lap, grinding my hips down on him, his cock sunk deep into me. My hand was tangled in his hair as he bit and sucked on my neck, stopping regularly to let out a moan. With his hands on my waist, he took control again. Pushing me up and down on his cock, his thrusts getting harder and harder. I could hear his breath hitch as he slowed, then a moan. He slid his arms up my back and pulled me to lay against his chest.

        We took a second to catch our breaths, then exchanged numbers. We said our  goodbyes and I walked out to the Uber he had ordered for me. My friend wasn't gonna believe this. Well, I guess she has to, all the marks on my neck are definite proof.