Chapter Fifteen
     Earl was beside himself, in every sense of the word except the literal one. He was in his room with two women, one beautiful whom he'd recently kissed and felt up, and the other with the prettiest, most innocent face that he'd seen in years. That she'd recently granted him a surprising and delightful display still amazed him, and that the two of them would be alone with him for the next two hours filled Earl with an incredible sense of excitement.
     He'd manufactured and discarded the idea of a wild threesome no less than ten times during the last half hour, but the prospect still tantalized him. He knew, realistically, that it wouldn't happen and wasn't even sure that his wired dick would delight or satisfy either one of them, but there was an edge to this little gathering that Earl couldn't deny.
     He watched Vicky as she took the offered drink, and she stared at him over the rim of the glass for a moment before lowering her eyes to drink. There was something extra, something different, in the way that she was looking at him and Earl felt that her cold, clinical stare was being replaced by a searching one. It didn't bother him, but when she looked at him now it was as if she was trying to see right through him, down into his soul, and Earl had never been looked at with such intensity in his life.
     He picked up a second glass and turned to look at Simone. She was lounging back on the bed supported by her elbows and the position thrust her small breasts into the air. Earl knew that they weren't being offered, but Simone was doing nothing to disguise them, either. He motioned to her with the drink, but she gracefully shook her head and smiled. Her eyes were no longer glassy, but there was a deep and attentive life hidden in their black depths. She smiled, revealing a row of tiny pearl-white teeth, and reached down by the foot of the bed and raised her martini. There was close to half a drink left, a little less now after she swallowed some.
     Earl took his own glass and held it out and the girls each waved theirs at his.
     "So, what should we do now?" he asked and looked from one to the other. Vicky slid past him and sat down on the bed next to Simone, once again leaving Earl the seat at the head and next to her. He followed her to the bed and leaned back and forth trying to see Simone around Vicky. When he did, Simone laughed, and Earl got up and took a seat on the floor in front of the two women.
     This arrangement made it easy for them to talk and, with the music playing softly in the background, Earl recounted his memories of the fight. Vicky added her own comments, and Simone was surprised to hear how much doctoring of Earl had been going on between rounds. She'd been with Perris and when there was no fighting going on, he'd been occupying her attention. She told Earl that she was sickened during that one round when Scott had been punching Earl over and over, and Vicky agreed that she couldn't even watch that whole incident.
     While they were sharing their thoughts, Earl reached under the bed and pulled out his cigar box. They continued to talk, but watched him intently while he rolled a joint and wet it in his mouth. He lit it and took a deep drag before offering it up.
     Neither girl reached out to take it, but neither waved it away, either and Earl saw them look at each other.
     "Oh, hell, why not?" Simone said as she raised herself and took the joint. She took a puff and passed it to Vicky who held it for a moment looking at it before taking a small one and coughing it out.
     Earl laughed, and was soon joined by Simone. Vicky's ears turned red, but then she laughed and took another hit. Soon they were passing the it around in an easy rhythm and Earl opened the box and found a pair of forceps when it came his way and was getting too short to hold.
     He glanced up and saw Simone and Vicky staring into the box. He closed the lid while looking at them and when they caught his eye each smiled nervously.
     "That's that," Earl said when the tiny roach was passed to him. He pulled the matchhead sized remains of the marijuana cigarette from the forceps and popped it in his mouth, washing it down with a drink of his rum and coke.
     The conversation began deteriorating at this point, and Simone began laughing as she told stories of some other trips she'd had to the frat house. There'd been parties and mayhem and she'd seen more people puking and passed out then she'd dreamed possible.
     Vicky laughed at all the tales, but had none of her own to share. She was looking more relaxed than Earl could ever remember seeing her, and he was glad that she looked to be having a good time.
     Simone stood up and was showing Vicky how some of the less-talented frat brothers tried to dance and Vicky was laughing and clapping and hiding her head in her hands. Simone drained her glass and asked for another, and Earl had to tell her that they were out of gin.
     Simone surprised him by shrugging and asking for a rum and Coke and Earl stood up to fix it for her. When he did, he wavered, the alcohol all hitting him at once and after he made the drink he bent over and grabbed his cigar box.
     "Excuse me," he said. "I'll be right back." He started to walk to the bathroom when Vicky interrupted him.
     "Are you going to use your speed?" she asked, and her face was curled in curiosity, not judgement.
     "Um, well, yeah," Earl stammered. He was a bit uncomfortable having his habit so blatantly exposed.
     "Can I watch?" Vicky asked.
     Earl stopped. This was new to him and he wasn't sure how he felt about being on display. He remembered Vicky having no trouble with being displayed, though, so he nodded and waved her along. "Sure, c'mon and watch."
     He went to the bathroom and closed the toilet and sat on it and a moment later Vicky came into the room holding her glass. She watched him wash a spoon in the sink and dry it with a sheet of toilet paper and he was measuring a small amount of white powder out of another brown glass vial when Simone appeared at the door.
     "Me too?" she asked. "I've never seen anyone shoot drugs before."
     Earl laughed in spite of himself. "I should charge admission," he said as he carefully screwed the top back on the bottle and stuck the syringe under the running water in the sink. He filled the syringe, then shot the water into the spoon and began cooking the mixture.
     "Is that clean?" Simone asked and Earl assured her it was.
     "The heat will kill the rest of the germs," he said as he balanced the spoon on the sink and added the plug of cotton that he'd strain the speed through. His audience watched, fascinated, as he filled the syringe and place it in his mouth.
     "Don't worry, I won't attack anyone," he said as he pulled off his belt and wrapped it around his arm. In a moment he'd raised a thick cable-like vein on his arm and he slowly inserted the needle into it.
     He glanced up at the women and Earl wasn't sure if he was looking for acceptance or to see if they were impressed. Both women looked fascinated, hypnotized by the inflicted destruction Earl was performing, and he looked back at the syringe while he emptied its contents into his arm.
     Vicky gasped when Earl bolted upright, and Simone stepped back in alarm. Earl pulled the works from his arm and loosened the belt and beads of sweat formed on his forehead and began dripping into his brows.
     "Oh, holy shit, that's good!" Earl exclaimed. He sat there quietly for no more than a second, feeling the rush spread through his body. "Oh holy mother of God!"
     He let the belt drop from his arm and stood up to rinse off the needle under the tap, a large, gaping smile paralyzed on his face. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," he muttered while he concluded the housecleaning and replaced the cap on the end of the needle.
     "Well, that's it. Show's over," Earl said and the lightness and security in his voice displayed his feelings. It had felt awkward showing them his secret Earl realized, but now that the drug had taken over his body and mind he once again felt powerful, felt certain, and bulletproof.
     "Didn't that hurt?" Vicky asked.
     "Just like a shot," Earl answered. "No different than that."
     "How does it feel now?" she asked.
     Earl laughed, loud and deeply. "How does it feel now?" he repeated and picked up his cigar box and indicated that they could go back to his room. "That's a good one. How can I describe it," he said, trailing off.
     They all returned to their former positions, but Simone was still sitting up and Earl was sitting cross-legged on the floor. His knees were bouncing in response to some unseen rhythm and he scrounged in his pocket for a cigarette.
"It feels marvelous," he said, in his best Billy Crystal imitation.
Vicky sat down across from him and Earl couldn't help looking up her dress as she did so. She quickly crossed her legs while Simone spread hers a little farther apart. Earl lit his cigarette and the two women studied him, nursing their drinks.
Earl spent the next ten minutes telling them everything he could remember about the fight, about his work the next day, about buying the pads, and about everything he could remember. Neither girl stopped him, but they'd finished their drinks when he stubbed out his cigarette and lit another.
"Can I try that?" Simone asked. "Just a little bit?"
Earl shrugged and handed her the cigarette.
"No, the speed," she corrected him. "Can I have a little bit to see what it's like?"
Earl dropped the cigarette and quickly picked it back up.
"What?" he asked, blinking. He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. "You want to try some?"
"I think so, yeah."
"Me, too," Vicky added and Earl dropped his cigarette again.
"It's pretty nasty stuff," he said. "It tastes terrible and would burn your nose like crazy, but if you want some, sure."
"No, I'd like a shot," Vicky said. "Like you got."
Earl's jaw dropped open, but he recovered quickly. "Are you sure?" he asked. "That's pretty hard core."
"I want to see what it's like," Vicky said. "You looked like you really enjoyed it, and I want to have that same feeling."
"Can you give us each one?" Simone asked. "But you can't let Perris know, ever."
Earl smiled and began figuring in his head. A week ago he had nothing and now he had Perris needing him to keep quiet, two secrets with Simone, and at least one with Vicky. He was winning on all fronts, he thought, if you didn't count Scott.
"Sure, I can do that," Earl said. "I'll even use a new needle so it won't hurt as much." He stood up and went back to the bathroom to begin preparing the shots and both women followed him. They watched as he fitted a new needle onto the syringe and both of them giggled while he measured and cooked the mixture. There was nothing said while he filled the syringe, but a quick and scared look passed between them when he hit the plunger and shot a tiny bit into the air.
"Are we going to do it in here?" Simone asked. "I'd rather do it on the bed."
"So would I," Earl said with a grin, "but the light's better in here. Maybe when we're done..."
"That's not what I meant," Simone said, slapping him lightly. "But I'd be more comfortable in the other room."
Earl looked at Vicky, who nodded in agreement. "We can turn all the lights on," she said, knowing that like her room there was only one more.
Simone led the way back to the bed and sat on the foot of it obediently waiting her turn. Vicky crawled up on the bed and laid down on it, as if she were on a hospital bed, and carefully tucked her dress around her knees. She lay her left arm out, elbow down, and looked away from the door and from Earl.
"I think I'd rather have it in my foot," Simone said as Earl knelt down next to Vicky. "Can you do that?"
"Oh, can we choose?" Vicky asked, sitting up.
"Um, well, I guess," Earl said. "But the arm's the easiest."
Vicky spun around on the bed and laid back down, face down on the bed. She flipped up the back of her dress and turned to face Earl. "I'd rather have it in my butt," she said.
Earl looked at the panty covered buttocks now exposed before him and the first thing he noticed was that she was wearing the same underwear as she'd had on when she stood in front of him earlier that week, tired and worn pale pink with faded red stripes. The next thing he thought was that it was a great looking butt, out in the open like that.
Earl knew that he couldn't give her a shot in her ass, but he was tempted to try. He'd be able to pull her panties down and feel that butt all in the pretense of giving her a shot, and Earl was certain that he could get away with a slow, easy feel. He also knew that it would be a disaster to give her a shot there, since there were no veins and a load of speed injected into her muscle would sting like hell and might even raise a boil.
"I don't think there's any veins in your butt," Earl said. "I need vein."
Vicky pouted and flipped back around onto her back. Her dress rode high up on her hips when she did so, and she again arranged it carefully under her knees before laying her arm out. "Okay, then, the arm."
Earl took hold of her arm and wrapped his belt around her bicep. Vicky had much smaller veins than his, but he was relieved to see that one sprung up nicely and he'd given shots to friends before whose veins didn't cooperate nearly as well.
He laid the needle against the vein and Vicky turned away.
"Wait!" Simone shouted. "Aren't you supposed to clean it first?"
"It's a new needle," Earl said, after jerking back. "It's sterile."
"No, her arm."
Vicky sat back up and agreed with Simone. "They always wipe your arm with something before you get a shot."
Earl put the cap back on the needle and laid it gently on the nightstand. "Well, yes, I guess they do," he said. "I think they clean it with alcohol."
"We have that," Vicky said. "So go ahead."
Earl shook his head and smiled. He got up and walked into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a sanitary pad. He poured a little rum onto the pad and gently swabbed Vicky's inner elbow with it.
"Where'd that come from?" Simone asked.
"It's a long story," Earl said. "Give me a moment."
Vicky laid down again and extended her arm. The vein was still obscenely swollen and lay like a caterpillar on the tender skin. Earl again lay the needle alongside the vein and asked Vicky if she was sure she wanted this.
"Yep."
Earl eased the needle into the vein and Simone leaned over to watch. When the red blood began spilling up into the chamber, Earl depressed the plunger and Vicky yelled "Wow!"
Earl managed to extract the needle before Vicky jumped up and began bouncing on the bed. "Wow! Wow! Wow!" she shouted and began waving her arms to compliment her bouncing.
Earl laughed out loud and Simone demanded that she be given a shot right away. As he stood up, Vicky reached out and took hold of his shoulders and leaned forward and kissed him. She was bouncing less when she did that, but still enough to kiss his nose as well as his beard and his lips. "Oh, wow!" she said.
Earl hurried into the bathroom, with Simone right behind. Vicky was still bouncing when they returned with Simone's dose ready in the syringe.
"Oh, Simone, you won't believe it!" Vicky yelled. She bounced off the bed and threw her arms around Earl. Her hands blurred up and down his back as she rubbed and scratched and squeezed him. "This is so great!"
Simone sat on the bed and eased off her loafer. She pulled off a dainty black nylon stocking that reached up to her knee and held her foot out for Earl to take. He freed himself of Vicky and held Simone's foot in his hand. He'd never understood why anyone would have a foot fetish, but this naked foot was a perfect specimen and Earl felt his dick begin to stir. It was a pretty foot, white as snow, with ruby red nails and Simone was offering it to Earl.
He gently spread her toes, and hoped that it would be easy to find a place to give her a shot. Earl had never given anyone, not even himself, a shot between the toes, and had no idea how it was done. He didn't want to admit that, though, and not so much because he was afraid it would undermine his expertise as he didn't want to let go of Simone's slender foot.
He was roused from his fascination with the naked white prize by an exuberant Vicky who was rattling around him in eagerness and excitement. It took him a moment to discern that she was trying to get his attention, and he turned from the small warm object in his hand to the full-sized woman clamoring for his attention.
"Hey," he chided. "What's up?"
The frenetic hurricane that had earlier been Vicky looked at him, her face contorted by a sardonic smile. "You forgot this," she said, handing him the pad that had been dampened with the alcohol. "Don't forget that."
Earl took the pad and thanked Vicky, and then resumed his study of Simone's slender foot. He spread her toes gently and found the simple act erotic in its metaphorical import. He was staring between her toes, something he'd never done to anyone, ever, and was struck by what a personal thing it was. The foot itself held little reward for Earl, although it occurred to him to suck her toes, but what it signified enthralled him. She was offering a part of her body normally hidden and he was examining it with a personal attention that he'd rarely visited on any part of anyone's anatomy.
Earl swabbed between Simone's great toe and the one that it lay next to, and of course Simone giggled and curled her toes. Earl liked getting a response from her, but didn't let that distract him from the task at hand. What did cause him to abort the attempt was his lack of confidence in finding a vein.
"I can't do it," Earl said while Vicky continued to dance and swirl around the room and on and off the bed. "I don't know where to find the vein." He looked at Simone over her foot, which he gently lowered to the carpet.
She looked disappointed, which went well with Earl's look of sadness. "Can you look harder?" she asked, raising her foot up in front of his face.
He took the foot in his hand and slid it to the side, glancing at it briefly, but no longer studying it or letting it be a symbol for nakedness and passion. As he moved it his hand slipped up to her ankle, and he enjoyed that, and momentarily thought of Perris, who was the intended recipient for this freshly shaved leg and dainty ankle. "No," Earl sighed. "I tried, and I don't think I can do it. I've never shot up in my foot, and I don't want to experiment with you."
Simone lowered her foot to the ground and adopted a look of resignation. She twisted around on the bed and Vicky jumped off to let her have more room. Simone lay down as Vicky had, on her back, but she drew her knees up instead of laying them flat against the bed. She offered her left arm, which Earl took, and a moment later he had the needle poised at her now-swollen vein.
"You sure?" he asked, giving her a last chance to back out.
"Yes," she answered. "Taste my blood you vampire sweety." Simone looked at Earl and smiled, and he slipped the needle into her arm. Unlike Vicky, Simone watched as her blood registered in the chamber and Earl took his eyes from the needle to look at her face. She winked, and Earl depressed the plunger.
Simone's mouth opened and she gasped, eyes wide in wonderment. Earl quickly removed and licked the needle while Simone's lips curled back in a look of ecstasy and bewilderment. "Oh! Oh!" She exclaimed, and it looked to Earl as if she were having an orgasm. Her body shuddered, her shoulders and hips twitched, and she raked her hands up and down her torso. "Oh my God!"
"Great, isn't it?" Vicky said, dancing next to the writhing Simone. "Isn't it great?"
"Oh wow!" Simone sighed, rubbing her hands from her breasts to her thighs and back again. "Oh my God!"
Vicky jumped up on the bed next to her and grabbed Simone's hands. It may have been a good move, since Simone was likely to scratch herself at any minute and Earl thought it best if she didn't have any visible marks to explain later to Perris. He smiled at his accomplishment, at his introduction of these two into his life, and was rewarded by a pair of matching smiles that outdid his.
"You never said..." Simone said, freeing her hands and wagging a finger in Earl's face. He laughed.
"You are much more dangerous than I thought," Simone said, sitting up and playing frantically with her hair.
"Dangerous?" Earl asked. He didn't think of himself that way at all.
"Yes, dangerous. And don't try to deny it." Simone threw her arms around Earl and pulled his face to her chest. She grabbed and began running her fingers through his hair and without knowing why Earl pulled himself away.
"Now cut that out," he teased, and Simone laughed. Vicky, who'd been watching the quick exchange, threw herself next to Simone on the bed and reached out and began petting Earl on the top of his head as well.
"That's exactly what you are: dangerous," Vicky agreed, and Earl laughed again and shook himself free of the two women. He briefly entertained the thought, again, of a threesome, but he knew that this euphoria would pass before he could get either of them naked. When that happened, he didn't want them to be regaining their sense while he was busy sucking nipples. That, he thought, could be quite awkward.
Vicky was already calming down, but she was still incredibly wired and Earl knew that Simone's rubbing of her body, which she'd started again, would soon subside as well. He smiled as he remembered his first shot and while he knew now what to expect, the overwhelming sensation of an intravenous injection still affected him as if it were a dozen orgasms at once. The word "rush," he felt, barely began to describe the sensation.
"This is just wonderful," Vicky was saying, and Simone was babbling nonstop, but basically in agreement. While the two girls tried to outdo each other in being vocal and in being unable to contain their frantic motions, Earl took the syringe and returned it to his box. Simone had now reclaimed her seat at the foot of the bed and was looking around for her glass and Vicky was sitting on her knees, running her fingers through her long light-brown hair.
"So that's what it's like," Earl said to both of them. "Now you know why I couldn't describe it."
Simone pulled her knees up under her chin and began running her hands down the backs and insides of her thighs, and Earl lost all track of what he was talking about. Her legs were spread, but only Earl seemed to notice and he was transfixed by her reaction to the speed. He doubted that she would rub her pussy, but a moment later he realized he was wrong about that, too. She'd only stroked herself once or twice, and now her eyes were fixed on the ceiling. He knew that she had no idea where she was or that he was there, a scant foot away from her brief wanton display.
As much as he enjoyed the show, he also recognized the situation for what it was and was thinking more of the perils it could lead to than anything else. In spite of his desire for a threesome, Earl could see far enough ahead to know that the least that would happen would be an ugly triangle with someone, probably him, getting very hurt. And that was without even bringing Perris into it, and the fraternity member was never too far from Earl's thoughts.
If this kept up, though, and everyone was game, well, that would be another matter, Earl thought. "So, how's everyone feeling?" Earl asked.