Elisha Cuthbert and two of her friends entered Club Bishop. They were all dressed in short black dresses with heels, it was suppose to be a girl's night out but her friends invited their boyfriends and she felt like a fifth wheel. She didn't even want to come, but they talked her into it and she gave in as she hadn't hanged out with them for a while. Elisha took everyone's order and went up to the bartender.
"Hi is Kash here?"
"Sorry, but he left about an hour ago."
"Damn!" Elisha muttered under her breath. "Thanks for your help." Elisha said placing an order for their drinks.
"I'll bring the drinks up to your table." The bar man said and Elisha headed back to the table that her friends sat at. "Sorry guys but he left an hour ago." They sat at a round table that had a single seat that went all the way around it. Elisha sat at the end.
"Isn't there anyone else you could see?" Asked her one of her friends.
"No. I don't think so." Elisha replied uncertain.
"Hey! I couldn't help but over hear your conversation." A guy said coming up to them, taking a seat beside Elisha putting his arm around her. "But if your looking for Kash, that means you're probably looking for a fatty boom batty."
"Er..." Elisha looked him up and down. He was a scruffy looking guy, looked like he hadn't shaved, his clothes looked old and filled with holes. Elisha wasn't sure if that was the style, but was leaning more towards him being a bum and she could smell his bad body odour. When he smiled at her she noticed his lack of dental hygiene. "How the hell did you get in here? They have a dress code you know?"
"And what's that babe?" He asked.
"To be dressed smart and not look like a homeless man."
"Lay of Leesh!" One of her friends defended him. "We could just buy of him." The bartender came with their drinks and noticed a sixth person there
"Would you like to order another drink?" He asked not sure which one of them was without a drink.
"Na! I'm fine. I'll just share hers." He said hugging Elisha bringing her closer to himself. Elisha was revolted at the thought of having to share a drink with him and even more revolted at being this close to him. She felt his hand on her knee and he started to creep up her inner thigh and just before he could reach in between her legs she stood up.
"I just need to use the bath room." She said making her way to the ladies room. "Oh god!" She said out loud to herself as she entered the bathroom. She grabbed a handful of tissues, turned the tap on and wet the tissues and started to wipe her knee and thigh and any where else he touched her. It was an over reaction but she felt like he was dirt that she had to wash off herself. She then grabbed some more tissues and dried herself off, wherever it was wet.
"That's it!" She said picking up her cell phone, dialling a number. "Hi. It's Elisha... I'm at the club and me and my friends were looking for some dope and bought of this guy... I know. But he keeps touching me and looks like he's homeless.... really...? Oh thank you so much! I'll see you soon." Elisha hung up the phone and went back out.
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I heated the spoon over the lighter until the heroine turned into liquid form, I emptied the spoons content into a syringe. I sat on a three seater couch with Brittany on the left of me, puffing away at a joint and Melissa on the right, with her foot on my lap. They had both spent the day at the beach together and had beautiful tans. Brittany was blonde with long, straight hair. She was wearing a pink bikini and was very girly, air head type, but that was a front. She was smarter than she looked. She had a great body, toned legs and huge tits. Melissa on the other hand, was thin and a little taller than the average woman. By nature she is slightly paler but had a tan right now as she spent the day at the beach. She was wearing a red bikini and had a great body, toned abs and long legs with dark brown hair that looked like it was black. Unfortunately she was addicted to heroine in a very bad way. I felt guilty that I was funding her habit, but when I didn't she'd go to someone else, at least this way I could monitor her. She was a growing concern.
Melissa had a big vein on her ankle which was not hard to miss. I gently pushed the needle in and slowly pushed the back of the syringe down, emptying the content into her vein. She got an instant high straight away before I was even half ay through.
My cell phone rang, I picked it up and flipped it open with one hand, while I pulled the needle out of Melissa's ankle with the other. "Hi..." I answered, it was Elisha Cuthbert. "..What?! I thought I told you to only deal with me directly... O.k. I get you loud and clear. I'll be there in about five minutes." The most annoying thing about that phone call was the fact that there was some guy dealing in my club and the fact that he looked like a 'homeless' got me fuming. How the hell did he get in looking like that? Not to sound like a snob, but we're a classy club, despite the fact it has a strip club joint on to it and is really a front for a crack house, we're still a classy place. You need money to buy our stuff, so therefore you need to be rich and to rake in the rich people you need a certain look. That's why we have a dress code.
I went up stairs and got into an Armani suit to show that I was the flashy bastard running the place, splashed on some cologne and headed to the garage area of my apartment. There was a parking area for the residents of the apartment and it was like a floor underground. I only had one car, I wasn't into buying loads of cars just because I had money and if I did have too many cars, I might have trouble explaining it. As much money as the club made, I wasn't the actual owner, Bishop was. He got the profits and I got a salary which wouldn't allow me to be able to afford a couple of Porsche's. My money came from selling and that wasn't a legal occupation.
I turned the alarm off and jumped into my silver Porsche and was speeding down to the club with the top down at about 60 mph. I got there in less than five minutes, a personal best. I stopped the car at the front of the club and handed the keys to one of the valets. We only added valets for personal use of the big players in our group of organised crime but had to expand out to the rich folks and celebrities, to make things easier for them and make them want to come back.
I entered the club and the loud pounding sound of bass invaded my ears. I looked around and saw a blonde being groped by a dirty looking man to my left. I didn't know if it was them as they had their backs turned to me, but how many people could have gotten in looking like that? I made my way over there and sure enough it was Elisha, looking very uncomfortable. I went over there and neither of them saw me, as they had their back turned to me.
"Hey Elisha." I said and she turned her head to face me. I looked into her gorgeous blue eyes and something came over me. I leaned forward and kissed her and to my surprise she kissed me back, opening her mouth, inviting my tongue in. She sucked on my tongue passionately and I stopped the kiss by pulling back.
"You wanna dance?" I asked
"Sure!" She said getting up. The homeless looking guy was getting angry at his chance, not that he had any, was slipping away and wasn't letting her out.
"Come here." I said grabbing her by the waist and lifting her over my shoulder, Elisha let out a playful scream. "Watch her legs!" I said as I pulled her out of the booth. It was quite primitive, but hey it got her out. I could hear her friends saying "I didn't know she was seeing any one." I moved a couple of feet away from their table with her over my shoulder, her big, round, tight ass at the side of my face. I stopped walking and stared at her ass.
"What are you doing." Elisha asked, still a little giddy.
