"Fruit salad, two continental breakfasts with extra croissants, and four bottles of Dom Perignon"
Stassia completes her order at the hotel reception, still wired from the club.
Turning to me she says "Kami, let’s take a picture for the Gram"
Here I am playing third wheel again. Wing person has become my official title – the gooseberry. Stassi, my best friend and queen finesser. Slim thick with ass for days, financed by men, self made and paid. Her long silk golden hair's like a lion’s mane perfectly blending with her caramel toned complexion. Those hypnotic marble grey eyes of hers that pierce through your soul seducing you like a succubus. She's charming and oozes the type of charisma that has men, particularly rich men, falling at her feet. She moved into my neighbourhood when we were little. We've been inseparable since. The British Thelma and Louise. Kami Carter, that's me - Stassi's cheerleader, supporter worker and most avid follower amidst her other nine million Instagram followers.
It's around three in the morning. Here we are with Dan and Biggs ordering room service in the lobby of the Hilton Park Lane central London. I'm forever single but Stassi has a long term boyfriend - David. This minor detail doesn't stop her pursuing her new plaything - Dan. He's a hot badboy from the ends; the cool guy, the trap star. Tall, slim, sugar brown skin, a captivating smile and apparently a big dick. He's balling and willing to spend – just Stassi's type. He's the guy every girl wants, so of course she has to have him. He's a fuck boy and she's a fuck boy whisperer.
His tag along friend Biggs on the other hand, is not much of a looker but has an attractive personality. You forgive his slightly crooked teeth and puberty moustache on account of his humour and effervescent character. It must be these traits that enchant his five million online followers. I guess the fact that he's also a well-known club promoter would have many girls throwing themselves at him right now. However, he's not in the least my type and I don't give up the goods because of social media hype and 'likes'.
Order complete we head to the elevators and wait for one to arrive. Excitement is written all over Dan & Stassis' face, like giddy kids the night before Christmas. He stands rubbing his hands together as if he's fresh out of prison and she's the first decent meal presented to him in years.
"I'm so hungry I can eat you right here" Stassia says to him slurring her words.
"Yeah I can tell by the way you're licking that Lollipop" he replies grimacing.
She licks the lollipop slowly and with intent. In her temptingly see through pink dress, minx fur coat and six inch killer Louboutins she replies
"It can't give me that vitamin D though"
She pulls him closer their lips lock and tongues dance - both of them forgetting we're standing next to them like two spare parts.
Biggs and I look at each other both of us instantaneously realising exactly how long of a night this is going to be. He shakes his head and I roll my eyes. We smile.
Ding. The lift arrives, the doors open - it's empty. We hardly step inside before Dan and Stassi are at it again. Just get to the room quickly I think to myself as the elevator stops. A random old, balled head guy stands looking at us. Unable to control themselves Dan and Stassi run out of the lift. They head down the corridor pushing each other, laughing like naughty school kids running away from the head teacher and trying not to get caught. Biggs and I continue to the room.
I use the card to open the door with the sign Ambassador Suit and switch on the lights. Stassia's sugar daddy Wayne has spared no expense booking this room. If he only knew she was here with her flavour of the month Dan.
"Dam it's like a small apartment in here" I say walking and looking around
"Cover the smoke alarms with these plastic bags" Biggs instructs me five seconds after entering the room.
"Why are you gonna smoke" I ask
"Nah I just got a thing against seeing smoke alarms" he answers sarcastically
"Well I don't smoke and I ain't got an issue with smoke alarms. So do it yourself." I reply throwing the plastic bag at him but instead on the floor.
"Why you got such an attitude. You upset cause your friend's getting more dick than you? I can help you out with that ya nah" He says attempting to wind me up
"Listen dick is the least of my problems and even if it were I certainly wouldn't be coming to you to solve it". I snap back.
"Alright. Chill we may as well have a fun tonight whilst we're here playing third wheel". He replies laughingly
"That's probably the most sensible thing you've said all night" I reply turning to take my gram of cocaine out of my bag
The door knocks. It's room service. Biggs pours us both a glass of Champaign whilst I eat some of the food.
"What's that you've taken out your bag?" He asks attempting to look over my leg
"None of your business" I say hastily
I finish the food in my mouth and rack up two lines of cocaine on the bedside table. As I'm rolling the five pound note to sniff, Biggs walks over.
"You may as well put that away" he says looking down at me
"Who the fuck is you? The feds? " I ask him head back after taking my first line
He throws more than an eight ball on the table. There must have been at least a quarter ounce of pure cocaine in the bag.
"Fuck me. I thought you were a club promoter, not a dealer" I say looking in the bag
"I do what's needed to survive out here. I got kids to feed and a house to take care of" He replies as he begins racking up.
We both take a line. I feel the tiny grains of coke funnelling up into my nostrils and the taste spraying the back of my throat. That's some strong shit I think to myself. The sniff starts to kick in and sucks all the moisture out my mouth like a vacuum. I knock back more Champaign.
Eventually Stassia and Dan return. It's clear they've been fucking.
"Girl what took you so long" I ask as if it wasn't obvious
"We got lost in the stair well and corridors trying to find the room" she says fixing her hair
Dan sits on one of the double twin beds and rolls a spliff. He proceeds to light it, takes several puffs and passes it to Biggs. Stassi grabs four miniatures out of the mini bar and distributes them amongst us. Biggs has a portable speaker which he connects to his Iphone. He blares out House music which is the latest rage, everyone in the raves cutting shapes and fucked on liquid ecstasy. All four of us lit as fuck have our own private after party dancing, drinking, smoking and sniffing.
It wasn't long before Dan and Stassia start frolicking and kissing. They make their way into the en suit bathroom. Leaving Biggs and I in the main bedroom waved off our heads from the concoction of alcohol and narcotics. It's hard for us to have a serious conversation in between the groans and continuous banging coming from in the bathroom.
I lay on one of the twin king size beds completely wasted. I'm on my back adjacent to the bed-head with my legs hanging over the side touching the floor.
"You wanna share the last of this Champaign" Biggs asks holding up the bottle
"Go on then" I reply reaching out my arm as if it weighs a tone
I sit up and take several sips of the drink he passes me.
"Knock it back" he says as I lean to put my drink down on the side table.
"I'm fucked, I can't even drink anymore" I reply
"So why make me pour it if you're not gonna drink it? Come one light weight. Knock it back". He's now adamant standing over me holding the glass and preventing me from putting it down.
I succumb to the pear pressure partly because I just want him to move out of my personal space. I knock it back.
"Happy now" I say as I drop the glass on the floor and fall back on the bed
I lay there on my back eyes closed for a moment. I look up and Biggs is still standing beside the bed next to my legs, now knocking back his own drink.
"You look beautiful" he grins inspecting me up and down
"Haha piss off. Not a chance" I wasn't going to entertain any of his advances
He says nothing else. But still stands there by the foot of the bed next to where my legs – as if he's waiting for something. I attempt to push myself back and lift my legs onto the bed so he's not standing over me. My legs are extremely heavy, I can't move them. I attempt to use my hands to lift them but I feel stuck. That's strange, I know I'm intoxicated but I've never felt like this before - almost paralysed.
The room starts spinning and my legs have now turned to lead. The dizziness makes me lose focus. I close my eyes attempting to make the room stay still. I reopen them to see Biggs now kneeling on the bed towering over me. I try to ask him what he's doing. Nothing is coming out of my mouth and my whole body is now limp. Before I know what's happening his lips are on mine and his tongue pushing its way into my mouth. I try frantically to push him off, but I have no strength. The smell of his expensive aftershave engulfs my nose and leaves a wafting scent of leather and sandalwood in the air.
I desperately try to call out knowing Stassi is in the other room. He squeezes my breast and pinch my nipples. I drift in and out of consciousness. I open my eyes. He has one hand holding my head down, whilst his other hand fastidiously and expertly lifts up my skirt and unzips his jeans. I see Stassia walk into the room out of the corner of my eyes, she stands motionless looking at us.
Unable to say anything - I black out.
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