Natasha was doing everything that she could to maintain her composure as she stood in the line leading into the entrance of the old warehouse. What was she doing here, she thought? She couldn't believe she had let Francine and Laurie talk her into coming. She should have never let Laurie pour her that glass of Jack Daniels much less smoked a joint with her. She felt completely out of place in her white, high heel sandals; and cotton, peach colored, summer dress that buttoned down the front. The only thing that kept it from looking entirely like something she would wear to a bible class picnic instead of an underground party was the fair amount of cleavage that she showed.
Laurie and Francine on the other hands were definitely dressed the parts for where they were. Laurie had on a neon orange mini skirt with low heel orange pumps and she was wearing a lacy, white bra for goodness sake. Not as an undergarment, but as an outer one. She didn't have on a blouse, just the bra. Natasha was amazed that she would even leave the hotel room dressed like that, let alone go out into public.
Frankie was no better. She had on a mini skirt too, though hers was hot pink instead of neon orange and she had on high heel pumps to accentuate her height rather than hide it. For a top though, she went the opposite route as Laurie and wore a white blouse with no bra underneath. This was a fact that the sheerness of it allowed everyone to be able to see. Either one of them might as well be wearing a sign on their backs saying, please bend me over and fuck me.
Oh my god, she thought. Did I just think that? I can't believe what I am metamorphosing into. I am hanging out with a couple of sluts, and I'm starting to think and talk just like them. Why did I let them convince me to smoke that second joint? Between the marijuana and the whiskey, she was not thinking like herself at all. At that thought, she looked back to see Francine and Laurie, who were hanging all over each other, lighting the third of the four joints Laurie had come up to the room with. Francine was holding it to her lips as Laurie applied flame to it for her.
Horrified, Natasha looked around at the other people in line. None of them were paying any attention whatsoever that a crime was being committed right in front of them. For that matter, of the one hundred or so groups standing in line waiting to get inside where the party was, it appeared to Natasha as if close to half of them were passing hand rolled cigarettes between themselves. From the strong, pungent odor that hung in the air, the cigarette Laurie was lighting for Frankie could not be the only one that contained marijuana instead of tobacco. That did nothing to make go away the paranoid vision Natasha had of narcotics officers swooping down amongst them to sweep all three of them off to jail. At best, she and Francine would only be deported back to England. At worse, she'd find herself the toy of some three hundred pound bull dyke while she rotted in an American prison.
Thoughts ran through her mind that she'd be evolved from smoking marijuana into shooting up heroin before the night was over, so she vigorously shook her head when Francine offered her the joint. Frankie passed it to Laurie instead and they watched their short friend suck a long hit deep into her lungs and hold it. At that moment, a stocky, black youth with a shaved head said, "You going to keep that stuff to yourself, or you going to share with your friends?"
Laurie let out what was left of the smoke that she could no longer hold in and said, "I don't know. Are you my friend?"
The young man smiled broadly and said, "I'm every pretty girl's friend."
Laurie laughed and handed him the joint. He took his puffs on it and passed it on to his buddies to finish. Laurie turned back to Natasha and Francine and said, "We're almost to the door. Remember, ask for Maurice. He's my friend, and he'll make sure they let us in without having to pay."
Then she shook the last joint out from the pack of cigarettes she had it hid with and put it to her lips. Once it was lit, she took her long hit and handed it to Francine. Frankie put it to her lips, pulled on it twice, and then passed it to Natasha who buckled to the peer pressure and took two hits on it before handing it back to Laurie. The night had turned cool, and Natasha shivered slightly as she shifted the roach from her fingers to Laurie's. The sight of Laurie and Frankie's nipples puckering hard against the material of their tops made Natasha glance down and see her own fingertip sized nipples protruding and pushing out against the rough cotton fabric that covered them. Again, she shivered as she thought, how did I let them talk me into coming here. I should have tried calling Cleo one more time. And, why didn't I bring a jacket. What was it with this dreadful place? This afternoon when they got off the plane, it must have been around eighty degrees. Now it couldn't be more than forty.
After taking her hits on the joint, Laurie passed it to Francine and said, "Come on, Nat. Huddle up with me and Frankie, and you won't be so fucking cold."
Remembering back to the after sex smell that had still lingered in the air of their hotel room after she had stepped out of her shower, Natasha said, "I didn't want to impose."
Laurie showed Natasha her wide mouthed smile and said, "Trust me, Nat. Anytime you want to join us, it won't be imposing."
Nat blushed at the suggestion. Deeply. Still, she allowed herself to slip inside of Laurie's offered arm, and at the same time she allowed Francine to hold the joint to her lips for her so that she could take the last drag on it before Francine discarded it to the pavement. The girls stayed huddled together as they inched their way to the door. When they finally made it to the front of the line, Laurie asked the tall, sun bleached blond, with middle linebacker type muscles standing at the door, "Where's Mo?"
With amusement, the tall youth asked, "Who is Mo?"
Undaunted, Laurie said, "Come on. You know who the fuck Mo is. Maurice Carter. He's running this gig, and he's my friend."
"How do I know he's your friend?"
"Duh," Laurie said. "Why don't you go get him, so you can ask him?"
The large boy grinned and said, "If I didn't know better, I'd swear you're trying to piss me off."
Laurie reached out and traced her finger tip along the vein running down the boy's bicep and said, "No, but I could piss on you if that's what you're into."
"Careful, Brian," a voice from the door said. "She's into that shit, so she'll really do it."
Brian turned to the door opening and saw Maurice Carter. At six-four, Brian could look Maurice straight in the eye; but while Brian had the blocky physique of a linebacker, Maurice carried under his smooth, ebony skin the more rippling muscles of the all-state safety he had been when he graduated high school four years ago. Things hadn't worked out with his scholarship to the University of Texas at Arlington, so he'd gone into the providing business. Whatever someone wanted, Maurice found a way to provide it. If the price was right.
"This chic says she's your friend, Mo."
Maurice laughed easily and said, "I'm not sure Laurie is truly anyone's friend, but we do know each other pretty well."
Then he let his eyes meet Laurie's and he said, "What up, girl?"
"Hey, Mo. You going to let me and my friends inside, or you going to make us stand out here freezing our nipples off?"
Maurice paused as if he were considering exactly that possibility. Then he got his first good look at the two girls standing in line with Laurie and thought of other possibilities. One was extremely tall, at least six feet, with long, French-braided, blonde hair and pale, blue eyes. She was dressed similar to Laurie with a pink micro mini skirt made out of some type of stretch fabric that let the whole world know just how round her ass really was. From lack of visible panty lines, she and Laurie must have both been wearing g-strings. Either that, or they weren't wearing any panties at all. While Laurie's skirt was similar in material type and lack of length, hers was orange instead of pink like Francine's. Maurice amusingly thought it appeared as if the two of them ran out of clothes and Laurie wore the bra while the tall girl wore the blouse. Either way, he liked how the tall girl tied the blouse in front so that everyone could see that her abs were just as toned as Laurie's were. Nice, Maurice thought. Very fucking nice.
That was until he got a better look at Natasha. She must have been around five-six or seven, but the heels she was wearing made her look taller. The peach dress she was wearing complimented well with her creamy complexion and did absolutely nothing to hide the curves of her figure. It was long enough to just cover her knees, but that was enough to show how nice her legs must be. And, there was just enough of her tits showing over the top to reveal just how generous they must be. Like Laurie's other friend, she was obviously without a bra; but she carried herself so as it didn't make her appear trashy for not wearing one. Even though she had the same glazed over, high as a kite, look in her eyes as the other two; she just didn't seem to belong with them. Maurice couldn't exactly put his finger on what it was, but even as stoned as she obviously was, she still gave off an almost royal air about her. She literally reeked of sophistication. Oh yeah, Maurice thought. This is the one I want. I'm going to give her the fuck of her life tonight.
"Let 'em in, Brian," Maurice said. "They're going to be my personal guests tonight."
Brian smiled knowingly and stepped aside to let the three girls into the converted warehouse. They followed Maurice into the crowd until he stopped and talked to a girl wearing a purple bikini and carrying a tray. "Have a table brought out for my friends, Cherie."
"Right away, Mo," the girl said as she turned and walked back into the crowd. Almost from nowhere, two guys nearly the size of Brian appeared with a table and four chairs. Then Cherie showed back up with an ashtray that she sat on the table as she asked, "What can I get y'all?"
"I'll take a Jim Beam and Coke," Laurie said as she sat down and immediately lit a Marlboro.
"I'll have the same thing," Francine said as she shook a cigarette out of Laurie's pack.
Cherie looked at Natasha and said, "Want to make it three, sweetie?"
Nat turned up her nose slightly at the thought of drinking any more American Whiskey and asked, "What kind of wine selection do you have?"
Cherie giggled and said, "I can get you a cooler if you want, but we don't have any wine."
