Under The Influence

Her apartment was attached to a 1920’s converted hotel. The unit she lived in was an old, street level watering hole used for boarding sailors as they waited for their ships to sail. It was a loft style apartment, open and airy. Dimly lit by candles and white christmas lights gave it a warm and cozy feel, casting shadows across the brick walls.
“Let’s party.” Allen pulled a small black pouch from the side pocket of his jacket hanging on the arm of an oversized blue velvet chair. Inside the pouch was a pharmacy. “What do you want? I got it all tonight.”
“Coke?” She asked.
“Yup.”
“Lets do a few lines first.”
“OK. Get that mirror from your bathroom, the small round one hanging in the shower. Make sure it’s dry this time.” He was pointing without looking up.
“Shut up.” She laughed.
He sprinkled out a pile of white powder and cut it into four chubby lines. He went first, snorted one line then the other rotating nostrils. She followed his lead.
“Another round?” He asked motioning to the whiskey bottle.
“Yay, I got the bottle.” She grabbed the Jack Daniels form the cement kitchen counter along with blue colored shot glasses. She poured two drinks while he carved out four more lines. His ass crack stuck out from an adult diaper as he bent over the mirror. Without his knowing she took a small vile of clear liquid from a locked box in a cupboard and poured it into one of the glasses.
“Bottoms up.” She said.
He tossed his head back and drank the spiked whiskey, she tossed hers into a plant next to the couch. She sauntered over to the entertainment center on the far wall and turned on the stereo. “Im Too Sexy” by Right Said Fred blared through the surround sound.
“I love this song, turn it up.” He said.
Of course you would, she thought and obliged him. She turned facing him and started to move her hips back and forth. Her hands twisted in her hair and she flung her head back, caressed her breasts and moved her hands slowly down her torso, she shimmied forward revealing a bit of cleavage over the black corset.
“Are you ready?” She was pointing her finger and moving it slowly motioning for him to come her way.
“Hell ya.”
“Are you going to be my good little boy?”
“Oh yes.” He tiptoed to her bed.
“Oh no naughty boy, why I have a surprise for you.” She slid her sleigh bed to the side, flipped back the yellow shag carpet and pulled up on a set of trap doors.
He stopped and pulled away from her hold. “Wait, I’m not going down there. What is that.”
“Don’t worry, C’mon. C’mon baby boy.” She was taunting him again with her gloved finger.
He was skeptical, but went with her down the dark stairs.
“See, no boogie man.”
Slipping back into his role-play he said, “I forgot my toys miss,” in an awkward high pitched baby voice.
“You won’t need them, I have better one’s where we are going.” She nodded towards her extra large red and white tricycle stocked with bells, whistles and an attached backseat.
The tunnel was musty, the concrete floor was cold and there was limited light, just enough streaming from the crack of the ceiling illuminating the immediate area of where they stood.
“It’s dark down here.”
“Don’t worry little boy, you will be safe with me.” She lit a lamp hanging in the handlebar basket, “Hold on.”
She rode the tricycle through the curvy tunnel for about ten minutes, all the way they sang nursery rhymes.
They approached a small opening where she could turn the bike around coming to a stop. “This is my special place.” She laughed a little.
“Where are we miss?”
“Someplace that only the damned come.”
“What?”
She pushed open a heavy wooden door. Inside was an old water tower hollowed out and now decorated like the inner parts of a circus tent. In the middle of the space a hole was dug out of the wooden planks, water sloshed up against the edges. Around it was a table full of candles, she lit them all. The light shone off porcelain doll faces stuffed into a corner of the room where a small gouge had eroded into the wall. Painted on the stone walls were black and white heart shaped polka dots. On the side of the table was a small pull out drawer, in it was a variety of drugs and their utensils. She pulled a needle, spoon, a little baggie of white stuff, and a rubber tube.
“Whoa, what do we have here?” He said.
“Just something for me.”
“I have never done that!”
“There is a first for everything, C’mon baby, get high with me.”
“OoooKay.” His voice was shaky.
“You can go first.”
“Are you sure?” But he was already holding out his arm relaxed on her thigh. He could feel the scratchiness from her garter against his skin.
She lit the spoon and boiled the contents, then sucked it into the syringe. She tied the tube around his arm and tapped at his veins. One of them popped out begging to be pricked. She pushed on the syringe releasing some liquid and gently stabbed his arm. He laid his head back against the stone.
“It’s cold against my head.” He said.
He started to vomit.
“That will happen, best high after that.” She smiled.
He felt something wrapping around his wrist, then the other one. He could barely hold his head up and his vision was blurry. Handcuffs.
“What are we doing, gettin’ kinky are you?” He slurred his words.
She helped him up and walked him over to the circus death wheel. She propped him up bringing his right arm up above his head, clipped the other end of the handcuff to a metal ring repeating the same for his left arm. She started to tickle him with a feather caressing his nipples, going down on his tummy and along his upper thighs.
“Oh god that feels good.” He said.
She unpinned the diaper and it fell to the floor. She softly placed his penis in her hands and started to stroke in an upwards motion.
“Oh god baby, oh yeah.”
“You like that, naughty lil’ boy.”
She stood back and grabbed a soft pouch from under the table and rolled it open. Twelve small sharp knives gleamed from the candle light. The pouch became a belt around her slim waist. She threw each knife with diligence, the first hitting the back of the wheel next to his head, she went around his body.
Allen started to get antsy. “Hey, this is fun, but the kinky just got crazy. Can we just do what we normally do?”
“But this is so much more enjoyable, Allen, if that is really your name, Mr. Smith. I am so happy you could join me, I am so thrilled that you see me as your party favor. I bet your wife and kids would love to see you now. You disgust me, Allen, don’t you know.”
“What are you saying, Wella, I don’t understand?”
“They are better off without you, Allen Smith.” Her next hit was right between the eyes. The blood started to dribble out of his head, down his nose and dripped onto his chest.
She laughed hard. “That is better, don’t you think Mr. Smith?”
She took her time to get high repeating the ritual as she did with Allen. She un-cuffed him letting his body fall over in a slump. She jammed his arm a few more times with the needle and then pushed his body into the hole of water. He floated briefly before she pushed him under with the end of a broom stick. A quick forceful shove and his body was thrust into the flow of the river beneath them.

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Upon the Hour

1

Natasha laid on a red velvet couch smoking a cigarette her friend Ashton sat opposite of her on a matching couch. Ashton’s computer sat upon her lap. Natasha was blowing smoke rings into the air and poking her finger through them. Ashton looked up from her computer, “would you please open a window?” Ashton held her shoulder length hair up in a messy bun and a scarf wrapped around her head. She was beautiful, flawless skin and soft bone structure made her look younger than she was. “I don’t mind you smoking in here, but I cant stand the smell. Light that candle over there, fuck, light ‘em all.”

“OK bossy.” Natasha got up and opened a small window over the sink in the very small kitchen. She put the smoke in an ashtray on the table, pulled a box of matches form a kitchen drawer and lit four candles sitting on the table, she also moved through the apartment and lit several more candles. “How’s that for ya.”

“Thanks. It is so nice to have a night off, but I swear trying to learn this social media thing is going to take me longer than one night.”

“What are you talking about?” Nat flipped her long brown hair up into a high mesh bun. She sat the table and opened a large cigar box. It was older than God, and had a barbarian man looking figure sketched into the top. Nat pulled a small green jar with a cork lid and rolling papers from inside and set it out on the table — she starts rolling a joint, “looks like your running low, should I call Harry over?”

“I guess.” Ashton was only half paying attention to Nat.

“How much should I get?” Nat licked the joint together, laid back down in her original spot. She lit the joint and started smoking, forgetting about the phone call, she passed it to Ashton who didn’t notice. Nat shrugged and kept going. The smoke rings came again, heavy in form. White as clouds at first look but as you saw closer the blue lining was circling in slow motion, swarming inside the white cloud making marble like waves. The smoke drifted and swirled through the light of the dim lamp creating animal figures.

There was a knock at the door. It came again. And a third time, “Fuck, answer the door Ashton.” Nat didn’t move. The knock came again and louder, “Ashton, the door.”

“What, oh, sorry. Did you call Harry, I mean, was he in the building, that was fast.” Ashton fixed her skirt. She opened the door as much as her head would allow, “Ahh, Hi.”

“Hi. Um, I am your neighbor, 6B. I locked myself out, and I was wondering if I could use your phone?” The voice was deep and low, however, it got Nat’s attention. She looked toward the door from her lazy settlement.

“I, yay, Um, hold on.” Ashton started to close the door but the stranger stuck his foot inside the door jam.

“Can I use the phone inside?”

“No, I don’t think so, its a cordless.” Ashton moved his foot with hers, she noticed his steel toe boots, dirty with white scuffs. She retrieved the phone from an un-made bed behind the couches. She went back to the door and opened it a little wider, handed him the phone and shut the door. She opened it again, “Knock when you’re done.” She closed the door again.

“What are you doing?” Nat was lighting another cigarette and texting on her cell phone, “I am ordering a whole ounce this time, I’ll pay for half of it.”

“OK.” Ashton stood by the door, starring off into space. “Maybe I should go to the library and get a book on this social media thing, This is my next learning step. Why didn’t anyone tell me about the importance of internships when I was in college. I am going to have to go to grad school, but it so much money…”

“I cant believe you just handed him your phone, what if he takes off with it. I would have turned him to the street, what a loser.” Nat, copying him, “Um, I locked myself out.”

The knock came quick and loud jerking Ashton from her daydream. She opened the door so fast it swung open wide and knocked her back off her feet. She stumbled and caught her fall. Natasha giggling in the back ground.

6B reaching forward, dropped his bag just inside the doorway to catch her fall, realizing she didn’t need the help, he retreated back to the hallway. “Thanks.” He said. His blue eyes sparkling. He shoved a hand through his thick black curly hair and smiled. He smelled like roses.

“Yes, yay. Ok, hope you get into your place.” Ashton shut the door and went back to her couch.

“He is actually kinda hot Ash.” Nat flipped through a magazine before flopping back on the floor. she picked up her purse and grabbed a makeup bag. “I am getting bored. What do you want to do tonight?”

“Waiting for Harry.”

“Oh god, I almost forgot again.”

“I need to get a book or a quick lesson on how social media works and how I can up my readers, get more flow on my blog.” Ashton takes a big gulp from a mug, “Uhk, cold coffee. You think Harry will do a Starbucks run?”

“Only if they serve whisky.” Nat said. The two girls laugh. “So whats up with 6B? Should we slip him one of our cards and party with him.

“Noooo, weird. I don’t think I want anyone in the building to know what we do. I live here, you don’t, remember.”

Bang, Bang, Bang.

The two girls freeze. “What was that?” Nat stopped filling her nails.

“I don’t know, sounds like down the hall…6B, Maybe they had to break the door in.” Ashton said. “Oh my gosh, I found a PDF of this book, ‘Social Media for Dummies’, I am so downloading this.”

The two girls were stopped again by an even louder bang. “That was a gun shot?” Nat said.

“NO, it wasn’t, how, how?” Ashton ran to the door and looked through a peep hole. “Oh my god, Uh, Oh my god. There are two of them they have masks on, running to the elevator.”

Nat got up from where she had been lounging and stood next to the door. She went to open it and Ashton slammed it shut. “What are you doing?” Nat asked.

“What am I doing, what are you doing, are you crazy.” Ashton’s eyes were wide and her heart was racing faster than ever. “I just saw, I just witnessed, what the fuck just happened?”

“I don’t know Ashton, let me out and see.” She opened the door and Ashton slammed it shut again. “Ashton, watch it, you almost got my fingers.”

“No Natasha, what if the killers are still out there? They will see us.”

“Oh my god, Ashton, what are you talking about, you don’t know—“

“I know what I just saw, I am going to call the police.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

They didn’t have to, the sirens were getting louder.