Sweet Little Sister

While Sebastian took care of the stripper issue, I decided to head back home and take a shower, maybe put on some clean clothes that I could find lying around in other people’s suitcases. Walking all the way back to the motel made me sweat like a pig.

I quietly went up the stairs which lead to the room they were staying. I looked around cautiously, realizing people had been staring at me… people as in hookers. Their glares were so strong that I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on with me and why the fuck they were staring at me.

There was a girl, around my age, standing by the wall beside our door, I swear she was looking at me as if I were a zombie brought back from the dead to avenge somebody.

I went to knock on the door but she was still staring at me.

“Excuse me, but what’s your problem?” I finally asked, clearly pissed off.

She was taken aback, not expecting me to speak to her. “Oh… I… we were just wondering how-”

“How what?”

She looked down at her feet. “How those hot guys share you… I mean, its weird.”

I cringed. “They’re friends, one of them, the one voted in high school most-likely to become mentally challenged, is my brother… and I’m not a… I don’t work.”

“Oh! Wow… then that sure clears things up. Some girls here were furious that you had bagged them. It seemed impossible!”

I looked at the young hooker girl. She clearly wasn’t the sharpest pencil in the box but she was street-wise, obviously her career path required that.

“Why impossible?” I asked.

“You don’t seem to care good care of yourself,” she stated. It was true, I had to be honest. I looked down at myself. Yeah… not what you call a girly girl, that’s for sure.

“I’m not really into the whole Barbie scene… I like to be comfortable.”

“Hey, I’m not dressed up as Barbie either, I’m comfortable and sexy!” she exclaimed laughing a bit. She had a tiny black skirt on, a purple tube top and a pair of heels so high I was wondering what the world looked like from up there. Her hair was nice though, long, dirty-blonde and straight as a line.

“Eh well, I don’t care much, there’s nothing I can do…” I mumbled.
She smiled and grabbed me by my hand, pulling me into her apartment. I was petrified there for a moment, thinking that she would want some lesbian action, which let’s just say I wasn’t into. But after a while, realizing none of her body parts were suggestively touching mine, I relaxed.

Her room was a normal hooker place. Pink lights with fluffy pillows, a dream catcher over her bedpost, a huge mirror and closets full of clothes. It was quite pleasant if you didn’t think about what could be happening on a regular night with a client.

She made me sit on a chair and placed a make-up bag full of shit on my lap. Okay, at this point, I should have started considering why bizarre stuff kept happening to me all the time, it was as if I had a magnet for random situations…
A make-over from a hooker was the last thing I would have seen coming.

I closed my eyes because she started applying stuff, concealer, a base, powder, you name it, it was on my face. I felt her brush over my eyelids, then there was mascara. Lipstick was smothered over my lips.
My hair was being properly brushed for the first time in a long time. I winced, the knots were a bitch to brush through. She coughed and I immediately opened my eyes, preparing myself to be very scared. I was guessing blue eye shadow and blood-red lipstick but what I saw in the reflection was completely different.

My eyes had a cool color on them, as if I had been smocking pot. It was brownish-red and it looked fucking amazing. As for my lips, I really couldn’t tell much of a difference really. My hair looked thicker after the extensive brushing…

“Holy crap, you’re good!”
I pushed my face closer to the mirror, examining all the small details. Yay, even that horrible pimple was out of sight now.

“Beauty school,” she said proudly. “What’s your name girl?”

“Oh, I’m Anna, great meeting you. And you?” I asked.

“I’m Cassandra.”

“Cool name… and thanks for my face.”

She laughed. “You need clothes too, wait, I’ve got some here.”

She opened a drawer and pulled out a skirt similar to her own. I bit my lip, never in a million years would I ever fucking w-

“Try it on.”

“Okay…”
Hesitantly, I took my pants off and traded them with this black thing resembling a belt. I looked at myself in the mirror, it fell a few centimeters under my ass cheeks. At least it was a bit longer than Cassandra’s.

“I’m not sure this is my style.”

“Shut up, here, you can have this Van Halen shirt, don’t want to kill you with the changes,” she joked, throwing me the shirt, which was cut shorter of course, landing over my belly button.

“Perfect,” she whispered, admiring her work. I would have agreed but I couldn’t imagine myself walking out in dressed like this.

“I feel like a hooker,” I answered honestly. She didn’t look like the type who would be offended.

“You’d make a good one. We’ve all seen that eye candy you hang around with.”

I knew she was talking about Sebastian, he was the only one from the bunch that could make hookers gossip about him.

“He’s a long story and we’re not together anyway… I sort of have a boyfriend.”

“Oh, is he in the band?” Cassandra asked from the kitchen as she was making tea.

“No, he’s older… but its all fucked up. He’s perfect but Sebastian is… liquid fire,” I said, staring into space.
She came back, nodded. “True, sometimes chemistry speaks louder than any Prince Charming.”

I sighed, looking at the clock on the wall, it was a Betty Boop clock. And it also read 10 pm.

“Holy crap I gotta go!” I shouted. “Drop by the Whisky tonight if you want, we’ll be there!” And with that, I was out the door and pounding on the guys’ door. They better be ready.

The door swung open and it was Scotti. He gave me a creepy lop-sided smile but was still standing there, leaning against the doorframe like a motherfucking bonehead.

“Its me goddammit!” I screamed and pushed him aside. His face changed at once, looking very remorseful.

“God I’m so sorry, it must be the flight I-I… disoriented or something.” He kept apologizing but I was too busy trying to find a bag to take with me tonight in order to listen to him.

“What have we got here?” said Snake, walking in. even when I turned around, he still looked highly amused by my skirt.

“Baby,” he continued, “did I forget to mention that we should become closer friends?”

I rolled my eyes and went in search for Rachel. I found him in the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around his head. He had stroke when he saw me.

“What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK? DID A HOOKER PLAY DRESS-UP ON YOUR BODY?”

I covered my ears and I could have sworn that the mirror shook as he shouted.

“Uh… yeah. Now shut the fuck up and let’s go. People are waiting for you.”

I didn’t say another word and waited for him, sitting on the double bed. I had to cross my legs because Snake would have enjoyed the view since he was standing right across me. Reminder; I should put something in his drink tonight. And also… I knew it wouldn’t be hard to make people believe Rachel was retarded but some cooperation from his side would be more like it.

Hmm… maybe I should get him drunk.

A few minutes later, Scotti, Snake, Robert and I were walking, talking and having a blast on our way to the Whisky. Apparently, it was easier than I thought, getting Rachel drunk. Scotti had sneeked some absinth in his carry-on luggage earlier today and for some reason, maybe cosmic allignment, Rachel was the one drinking it all.

We were just half-way there and he had to hold onto Robert as we crossed streets. His eyes looked vacant and he had a retarded smile on his face that made everything perfect. I couldn’t contain my happiness as I noticed the line outside the Whisky, full of people wanting to get in and girls begging to do anything for a pass.
Sluts.

Sebastian was waiting by the door, and instantly looked relieved to see Rachel trashed, since the manager was standing right beside him. He motioned us to come over and the old man greeted Rachel with sympathy written all over his face.

“Hello son, we’re glad to make your dream come true.”

“Uhhhhhh,” he shouted over everybody’s voices and his eyes twitched because of the bright lights. The man let us right in. The music was good, some band was playing and everybody seemed to be having a great time.

Rachel sat at a table, ordering a round of drinks. I had to admit, it was much more fun hanging with the guys than staying with Joe. First of all, he was gone most of the time, working and secondly, he wasn’t Sebastian.
Talking about Sebastian…

I watched him walk towards us, smiling and all, happy about celebrating in a true Californian way. Instead of sitting beside Scotti, he made me scoot over and sat beside me. Nobody noticed it but my cheeks flushed and I decided it was time to attend to my drink.

“What is this?” I asked, sipping a tiny bit.

“It has some fancy game!” Rachel shouted, smashing his fist on the table and giggling.

“Fancy name maybe?” I asked. The guys were collectively trying to control their laughter.

“My name is Rachel!”

I rolled my eyes and drank, not caring anymore about what my drink was called. It sure had a big percentage of alcohol in it, I could feel it slightly burn my throat.

Apparently, the owner had gone into trouble buying a fucking Make-A-Wish banner, placing it over the stage… but I doubted anybody here gave a fuck about it. Most eyes were fixed on the band playing or the girls walking from table to table, flaunting their assets.

“Hey, that’s David Lee Roth!” Sebastian shouted, pointing at another table.

I scanned the crowd of sluts around him, and sure, there he was, talking to somebody. I had never seen any famous people but I couldn’t really say that I cared… and I most certainly wouldn’t go up to him asking for an autograph.

“That’s Nikki Sixx too!” said Scotti. Right beside David Lee Roth was the bassist of Motley Crue. Los Angeles sure had beautiful but strange people. I continued looking, wondering who else we could see, when I spotted someone else.

I turned my head the other way, so he wouldn’t see me. I couldn’t believe this, me and my luck. And how the hell had he managed to get in the Whisky?

There was Joe, for a moment speaking to Nikki Sixx and then he left for somewhere else. If he had seen me, there would be questions as to why I didn’t ever mention that I would be staying with my brother… and then all the progress of the Sebastian thing would be ruined.

Just to be sure, I kept my head low… not that he would recognize me immediately, since I was dressed up completely different than usual. Just when I was about to chug down the rest of my drink, a hand rested right on my thing, a bit high to be exact.

I looked and it wasn’t my brother’s thank god. Now that would have been gross and awkward. The hand actually belonged to the beautiful blond occupying the space on my right. Yatzee, score, whatever you call it.
His lips curved just a teeny bit. If I could have screamed in ecstasy, I would have but that would have raised questions. His fingers were kneading my leg firmly and it was hard for me to follow the conversation, while he, on the other hand spoke as if nothing was going on.

“Maybe just a bit more,” mumbled Rachel, drinking straight out of the champagne bottle. Robert had gone and joined another group of people, some musicians I think and were a bit further away, while Scotti and Snake were having a blast by looking at all the hot chicks.

“Man, take it easy on the drinking,” Sebastian laughed. Rachel opened his mouth but forgot what to say, so he apparently decided to entertain us by jumping on the table and taking his shirt off. I muttered obscenities but nobody noticed the drunk screaming his lungs out. I bet he wasn’t the only drunk person here.
In an instant, he tripped over his feet and fell under the table, laughing his ass off.

“Oh hey there mister hand!” he mimicked in a deep voice. Then I felt Sebastian’s hand be lifted and then slapped again on my leg. I slightly bended, seeing Rachel by my knees. My eyes went wide, because for sure, he had seen it all. My skirt was barely a skirt and Sebastian’s fucking hand was up it!

“There, there, don’t worry,” he told the hand. “Its really not right but I won’t tell Rachel. Bad hand!”

Sebastian gave me a terrified look. Okay, he thought the hand was a separate entity? And he had just spoken about himself in the third person… So, like a good younger sister, I went to the bar, getting him more to drink just to be sure he wouldn’t remember a thing.

I met Scotti on my way there, he seemed distressed.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Okay… I’m not sure how to say this but… your boyfriend Joe just tried to sell me drugs.”

“WHAT?” I screamed.

“I’m sorry but its true…” he whispered in my ear so nobody around could hear. “He’s been chatting up people all night.”
I felt as if the carpet had been pulled under my feet. Its when you think you know a person well… then he ends up being a drug-dealer. I knew it was common to know drug-dealers but I think I deserved some honesty, he was my boyfriend for Christ’s sake! The last thing I wanted was a person involved with drugs… a user or a dealer.

Fuck my life. Seriously.
With the little dignity I had left in me, instead of searching the place for him and smacking him, I returned to the table with a JD bottle for Rachel. I guess my face was pathetic-looking because Baz kept his hands to himself.

“What happened?” he asked.

“Oh… nothing special. Want to buy some coke? I can now get it for free!” I said sarcastically. He was confused.

“You wanna go outside?”

I nodded yes.

“Rachel, Sebastian needs to settle the payment, we’ll be back soon.”
My brother barely registered my words as a girl came, her eyes locked on him. Yuck.

Sebastian pushed through people on the way out and I received many curses by complete strangers, girls that hated me because Sebastian was pulling me by the hand. It looked like he had just got lucky and was off for the night, banging me. Clearly that wasn’t the case… yet.

Outside and a few footsteps away from the busy street, I rested against the wall, closing my eyes. Never in a million years would I think that I’d be standing outside the Whisky on new year’s eve, contemplating on my drug-dealer boyfriend while my part-time lover was beside me.

“So Joe sells?” he asked finally.

I merely nodded. It still hadn’t registered that Joe was that kind of person. A man that sells death… could he even be a junkie himself?

“I can’t fucking believe this,” I mumbled.

“Don’t be upset…”

“I’m not upset, I’M FUCKING FURIOUS!” I shouted, tightening my grip on my jean jacket. “Its all fucking idiotic. Me being here, me ending up with Joe, me dressed like this!”

His eyes moved faster in their sockets and he stepped closer.

“I like it,” he whispered on my neck. I relaxed, feeling his cheek rub against mine. He had his eyes closed, inhaling the scent of the night. I remembered I reeked of alcohol… maybe this was wrong, maybe I was drunk.
His tongue slipped into my mouth and my instant reaction was moaning and rubbing my body against his. So much for dignity… His strong arms moved lower down my skirt, massaging and playing with it. It didn’t take much to lose any last restraints and I pulled him towards an alleyway in complete darkness. Thank goodness we didn’t fall in any garbage can.

I found a wall, it was good enough for both of us. My skirt was no longer in place, it had gone way up, and my fingers were so tangled in his hair that I was afraid to do any sudden movements. Our kiss was so passionate that we still hadn’t broken apart, not even for air. It was all very sleazy, the way we moved and how I stripped him off his shirt. I couldn’t see a thing but I could feel his body and his uneven breaths.
I trailed my hands down his abdomen, the little trail of hair under his belly button and at last unbuttoned his jeans. I cursed myself for throwing my underwear off two seconds ago, there was no way in hell I’d find it now.

He hoisted me up against the wall and I couldn’t help but feel the rush of what we were going to do. This was so new to me, yet so kinky and arousing. Having sex up against the wall with the most gorgeous man ever.
My loose shirt was pulled down and he literally feasted on my breasts as if they were a happy meal. It was amazing to feel his mouth in places like those. My legs were wrapped around his waist like a snake and I really wanted him inside me, rough and fast or anyway he wanted.

“Hurry up,” I groaned, tugging on his hair. He chuckled and slowly made his way inside me. Once I adjusted and felt more relaxed, it began, in a perfect rhythm. My eyes closed and my mouth hung open, enjoying the love-making.
I was kissing him, either passionately, moaning his name and how amazing he was, or just kissing the corners of his mouth, like he was sacred. He was steady and hard, thrusting at all the right places, grinding his hips into my own. I wanted to evaporate into nothing but that seemed so far away from where I was at.

His thrusting got harder and I knew he was striving for a homerun. His grip on my waist got tighter and he wimpered slightly. My hands squeezed his ass so hard that he hissed in pain… but it was a good pain because he started moaning as his strokes got deeper and deeper.
Of course, I sounded like a whore and didn’t bother lowering my voice at all. It had turned into mindless fucking, like two depraved animals. He came with a final grunt, louder than ever. He kept pumping until I came, holding onto him for dear life.

When I at last touched the ground, my knees were trembling. I placed my skirt back where it should have been in the first place and re-aligned my shirt and bra. The panties were gone for good. Sebastian put his shirt on and I finally caught a glimpse of his face when we were slowly making our way back.
His cheeks were red and his eyes brown-green eyes were very vibrant. He kissed me and caressed me one last time before we went back inside. There were even more people inside and all hell had been set lose. Drunks and girls everywhere, people throwing up, people taking drugs… people doing what I had been doing just minutes ago.

Snake saw us walk side by side and I knew by the way that he looked at me was that he knew. His face seemed to tell me ‘You better be more sneaky or else he’ll find out soon’… Rachel I was sure hadn’t even noticed we were gone because he wasn’t here.

“Where’s Rachel?” I asked Scotti.

“Robert just took him outside so he could throw up… let’s leave, I’m tired,” answered Scotti. I agreed, so we all walked outside, not even paying for anything.

Outside, right beside a tree, Rachel was trying to stand on his two feet. He was failing, so he ended up on his back, past the sidewalk and under a parked car. Sebastian laughed, walking to his friend.

‘What are you doing under the car dude?”

I couldn’t see Rachel’s head but an answer came anyway. “it’s a whole different view from down here… fuck… I got car oil on my face,” he whined.

After ten minutes of them struggling to pick him up and convince him that we had to go home and he had to sleep it off, he at last started walking, with the help of the rest of his band mates. I walked ahead of them, they were too slow anyway.

Right when we had the motel in full view, I saw who was waiting for me right there at the sidewalk. Oh sweet mother of Jesus.