1 comments/ 119635 views/ 1 favorites Drug of Choice By: Joseki Ko I've been a bucket chemist for the last 15 years. Chemistry is a funny science; a lab chemist mixes small amounts of chemicals that produce a certain result. Now if you increase the amount of chemicals to fill a bucket, but do not change the ratio, you would expect the result to be the same. But it's not. The same ratios of chemicals mixed in volume will produce an entirely different result. This is called bucket chemistry. This is how I came to be in my present situation. I went to work for Big Mike the local drug dealer. I was his new boy, his chemist. My job was to make him drugs on a bucket scale. For the last 15 years I've worked only with cement so this was a radical job change for me. I can't say I chose it as much as Mike chose me. It came to a choice of to work for him or die. I decided to take the work. I've been working for big Mike for about 6 months now. I haven't enjoyed it and I really hate him. Well, last week I had a serendipitous discovery. Big Mike has me constantly looking for better ways to make drugs or even new drugs he can sell. Well, my discovery may change all that. Let me tell you what happened. I was putting the finishing touches on my newest creation. It was an even more potent form of the drug ecstasy. I like working on love drugs. They don't really harm anyone and they are an easy addiction to break. I'm sure you've seen the commercials about how ecstasy kills. The advertisements make it out to be even more dangerous than speed. Well, if you check into the statistics you'll find that in America only about 50 people a year die from ecstasy. This is slightly less than the number of people killed by stepping in front of a bus each year. Big Mike requires that every batch of stuff I make be tested. He doesn't want the police looking for him because I messed up and people start dropping dead around me. Because of that I receive a new test subject every time. Mike's boys try to snatch good looking girls because after I'm done with them the boys use them sexually before dumping them back out onto the street. The test subject his boys brought in this time was a real beauty. She was a good six feet tall with plenty of curves. Gorgeous blonde hair and an hourglass figure made her a real sight to behold. She was wearing a short metallic gold miniskirt and top. She was also a real handful. Two of the boys brought her in and she fought them all the way. And that is how it happened. As the little group passed my working table, she lashed out with a foot and knocked a can of soda pop into my bucket of ecstasy. I was pretty pissed because that might have ruined the whole batch. The boys shackled her to the bed I keep in the workshop. It's got restraints at all four corners so that the subject will be spread eagle on the bed. Now I had a drug ready to test, but I decided to hold off and try the ecstasy on her. After all she spoiled it, she could take the consequences. It took me another few hours to finish the ecstasy. I like to put mine in Gel caps. Nobody else does it and I always know my work when I see it. While I was finishing this the blonde kept up a tirade about me, my sexual habits, choice of partners, overall cleanliness and anything else mean and nasty she could think of. I held her nose and mouth until she was starting to turn red. Then letting her mouth open I tossed the pill to the back of her throat as she took a deep breath and covered her mouth so she couldn't breathe again. I informed her that I would keep depriving her of air until she swallowed. She tried hiding the pill and swallowing, but I've seen all the tricks. It took four tries but she eventually swallowed it. It usually takes about a half an hour for the drug to really kick in so I went back to my work. I figured I could clean up a little before it was time to check her. About twenty minutes later the tone of her voice started to change. She began to stop cussing me eventually falling silent. Five minutes or so elapsed and she began to call out to me again but this time her voice was different. She was pleading to serve me. I went to the bed and she looked up at me with a hunger. She tried to sit up and looked at her bonds in surprise, as if she'd forgotten they were their. She started begging to serve me. To get me anything, to serve my needs she would do anything. I asked her if she wanted to be naked and she came right then and there. I could smell her as it happened. I pulled out my knife and cut away her clothing leaving her naked on the bed. I got a real close look at her. She had long trim legs a very flat stomach and C cup nipples that were already rock hard. Her little pubic mound had been trimmed, and because she was spread wide open I could see her sex. Its little mouth opening and closing with desire. I actually had to stop and think about this. It was obviously the ecstasy that was doing this to her. As far as I knew it was impossible to fake these reactions. I decided I'd check a little more before trusting her enough to remove the bonds. I quickly stripped down and hopped on the bed. I knelt above her chest and sticking my dick in her mouth told her to start sucking. I've had better blow jobs, but what she lacked in technique she made up for in enthusiasm. When she had me hard enough to cut diamonds I pulled out of her mouth and repositioned my body between her legs. She tried to close her legs as if to grab me and in pure reflex I told her to open them wide. She obeyed without any hesitation. I was pretty surprised by this and as I moved in I told her to open them wider. She opened her legs as wide as possible and then told me she was sorry she couldn't open them any wider. I told her to hold position and leaning over her I entered her. Her whole body seemed to spasm and she came immediately. Now this was really surprising. I mean I've always thought I was good between the sheets, but a one touch cum? I really started to consider what was going on. I wasn't going to waste the opportunity so I began pumping into her and just for fun I pulled out at the last minute and shot my load all over her. I really enjoyed looking at her tied down and spread eagle before me. My cum all over her. I told her to hold position and uncuffed her legs first. She remained in position and I uncuffed her arms as well. She still remained in position. I told her to kneel before me and she did. I put her through a variety of positions each more humiliating than the last and she performed every one of them. I finally called in one of Big Mikes guards and had her screw him right there on the floor. It gradually donned on me what I had here. I had a mind control pill. To make it even better it was still basically ecstasy so it enhanced the sexual drive as well. I laughed to my self I had discovered BDSM in pill form. I bottled the rest of the pills and gave the blonde one to put in Big Mikes drink. He was going to let me go tonight I was just going to have to say please. Drug of Choice I fidgeted like a first-time wheelman during an armed robbery, waiting for my boy to come out of the Pump-N-Pay. Not that my anxiety was anything out of the ordinary. I've been on edge for most of the week, cramming for midterms. Hell, I've been on edge for most of my life. My refilled script for Xanax, set in my front pocket pressed against my thigh, each passing second pushing me to indulge, but I was tired of the meds. They made me feel like shit. I just wanted my headaches to go away. I just wanted to be normal. Halfway through my sophomore year at Georgia State University, classes were getting tougher and I had yet to declare a major. My roommate, David Chang a.k.a. Giggles, was a bonafide computer science geek and was already sorting internship offers. We both aced our college boards, but while the library was becoming my primary residence, he rarely glanced at his books in between classes. He started to notice how the stress was getting to me and promised to let me in on his little secret. That placed me in the passenger seat of his tricked out Mini Cooper, eleven o'clock on a Saturday night. I tapped out a staccato drumbeat on the dashboard as I watched him propel through the double doors of the convenience store, arms swinging two bags laden with energy drinks, water, and Blow-Pops. A Slim Jim dangled between his clenched teeth, an abnormally large version of the processed meat snack; he rolled it back and forth like a cigar. I opened the door for him as he chucked the items in the back and jumped in. "You ready, Brah." He took a liking to calling me Brah as opposed to Ezekial, my given name. "Where we headed?" I asked, not recognizing this part of Atlanta. I was raised a military brat in Germany for most of my life and this was my first time hanging out in the city. "No place you ever been to," he replied starting the car. "Or I for that matter." Chuckling, he whipped the car out of the lot and headed away from the bright lights of downtown. The Cooper responded to his touch like a child commandeering a Matchbox car, threading through traffic at a high rate of speed that had me insuring my seatbelt was still firmly locked into place. The Cooper may have been fast and pretty, but it was no match for anything bigger than a sedan. "Anything good on?" I asked, fiddling with the dials on the radio to keep from looking death in the face as we merged onto the interstate. Giggles slapped my hand away. "No messing with an Asian man's radio," he joked, sliding in one of his countless burned CDs. Rapid fire beats spit through the six-speaker system accompanied by piercing electronic shrieks and whistles, but no voices to help drown out the one in my held. "What's this shit?" "That's your problem, Brah. You have to free your mind. That thugged out shit you listen to got you all tense and ready for war." I kept my mouth shut and tried to concentrate on the ride. We were definitely from two different worlds. He was an Asian from California, me a Black kid from wherever the government placed my father every four years. My CD collection was purely hip-hop with an R&B track or two thrown in the mix. He liked groups who never saw the light of day on top twenty play lists. We exited the freeway and after about fifteen minutes of rights, lefts, and U-turns, pulled up to a deserted parking lot outside of a closed grocery store. Giggles pulled his two-way pager out of the pocket on his goose-down vest and starting reading. After he scrolled around for what he was looking for, he put it away and began flicking his high beams in an irregular pattern at nothing in particular. A few ticks passed when I noticed a scrawny kid in camo shorts and a black tee shirt hustle to my side of the car. He was wearing one of those candy cane striped hats that everyone buys at the state fair then usually throw in the closet. "Give him five dollars," said Giggles as he fiddled with the volume dial on his radio. Oh Shit. My roommate's a fuckin pothead, albeit a very cheap one. I started to protest, when another car pulled up and began flicking their lights. "Brah, give him the money, before he bails." I fished a ten out of my pocket. The kid snatched it through the crack in the window and passed me a rolled up parchment. It didn't look like any blunt I ever saw. Before I could get change, the kid was gone and the car was again in motion. "Giggles, what the fuck?" "That, my friend, was a way point." He said nothing of my ten spot as he took the paper from me and began to read it, oblivious to the road. My hands shook and my nervousness was compounded by the fact that my roommate was all over the road as he tried to decipher the crudely drawn map. "David, I need fuckin' answers." I had too much to lose being on scholarship and wasn't trying to get caught up in no drug bullshit. "Relax, Brah," responded Giggles as he sped up Buckhead highway. After passing numerous massage parlors, strip clubs, and Korean grocery stores, he whipped a right onto an industrial parkway. "We're almost there and all will be revealed." As an afterthought he said, "This ain't about drugs, unless that's still your thing." Nodding to the bulge I subconsciously fingered every few minutes. I watched the road as we past large manufacturing plants, most of them closed for the night. We soon left the pavement for a well-packed dirt road and more buildings, these more run-down and abandoned long ago. Giggles drove to the last building on the left and pulled in around back. There were more cars parked there as well, but hardly any people. "Brah," said Giggles as he pulled in behind a metallic blue H2. "The shit I'm about to show you will change your life, probably for the better, but there are a couple rules I gotta pass on." "One. No pointing. Act you you've seen it before." "Two. Don't take anything you don't want to. If you do, find me first. I can't be responsible for bad trips. Stick to your own pills, but I don't think you'll be needing them." "Three. If we get separated afterwards, come back to the car. If the car isn't here, wait for me at the corner. I won't leave you behind." "Four. If caught, you will disavow all knowledge of my existence," I quipped. Giggles punched me on the shoulder. "Now you're getting into the swing of things." I nodded and gulped, wiping my damp hands against my cargo pants. Giggle reached into the back seat to retrieve the goodies he bought earlier. He handed me a couple of Red Bulls and some suckers. "Don't worry. You're gonna have a good time." That said, we climbed out of the car and headed towards the large nondescript brick building. Standing at the metal door was a large brother that looked like he could start on any offensive line in the NFL. Except for the Mickey Mouse shirt stretched to the max over his large frame, he was downright scary. Giggles took the lead, raising his arms for a pat down. It took a while with all the pockets on his parachute pants and his vest. When it was my turn, I followed suit. The bouncer took my bottle of pills out, looking at me while reading the label. I pulled out my Doctor's note for his scrutiny, and after reading it, he handed them back to me. "I catch you selling, you're out," he grunted. I nodded and shoved them back in my pocket. He slid the heavy metal door back and we descended down some steps to another waiting guard, who could have passed for the twin of the one we just left except he was rocking Mighty Mouse across his pecs. He slid back a door identical to the one upstairs and that's when, as Giggles promised, all was revealed. The blast of music hit me with as much ferocity as the wave of body heat that encompassed us at the doorway; a sledgehammer shot to the face. It was the same type of music Giggles had on during the drive, but this felt different. Numbing sound with the force of field howitzers, searched out every corner and crevice of the room, enveloping it in a musical madness. The constant pounding of the bass tickled the back of my throat, giving me the urge to swallow every few seconds. Standing on what could have been a loading dock, I took in a birds eye view of orchestrated madness. I felt like I was standing in the middle of a pissed off rainbow. Hundreds of people pressed together on the floor till they were no longer bodies, but one massive entity of flesh in an orgy of rhythm. Day-Glo colors were splashed against the wall haphazardly, lit up by numerous black lights, turning the basement into something resembling a futuristic tribal cavern. A large stage was at the other end with monolithic speakers on each side, towering almost up to the ceiling. In the center stood one person who could have been the DJ, hunched over turntables, oblivious to all but the spinning disks under his hands. People came in all shapes and colors. This could have been anything from a Halloween party to a suicidal cult. People were decked out in everything from street clothes and skater wear to one couple in full clown costume, including matching red noses. Everybody seemed to have a glow stick in hand or attached to their body and they were all in constant motion. I felt out of place in my N.Y. Mets cap, Phat Farm long sleeve shirt, and Timberland boots. This was no glamour contest. They didn't come to style and be seen; they had another purpose here. As the cool autumn night of Atlanta was quickly replaced by the sticky humidity of the fervent revelers in the musty basement, I felt my underarms catch up to the moistness of my palms. I removed my shirt and tied it around my waist, tugging at my ribbed wife beater, just to get some reprieve. I inhaled the thick energetic aura of the pulsing mob as they thrashed, glided, and spun to the mercurial music that had no beginning or end. I was actually witnessing my first rave. I turned to Giggles, but he was already gone, swept up in the euphonious fray. I dug through the crap in my pockets, trying my best to avoid the Xanax, until I found the sweaty can of Red Bull. Swallowing the fizzy sugar concoction in one gulp, I quickly chased it with a watermelon-flavored sucker. Rolling the hard candy between my teeth, I tried not to be nervous, but couldn't stop from shivering. The constant clash of bodies unnerved me; personal space was checked at the front with coats. Carefully picking my way down the dock steps, I stumbled on a castaway minibottle and before I could prepare, was immediately absorbed into the grooving conglomerate. While others effortlessly moved through the room at free will, I was at the mercy of the crowd; shuttled along counter-clockwise till I was spit out into a not so crowded corner. My T-shirt was immediately drenched with sweat, a soggy blend of my shadowing anxiety and the outward vivacity of the dancers. Out the corner of my eye, I saw a room that wasn't throbbing with lasers, spotlights, or canned smoke and headed there as quickly as I could. Pulling out another Red Bull, I entered into what passed for a rest room. It was the old factory type with fountain-like sinks for mass workers, a large shower area, and an area for lockers that have since been removed. I began to drink the second can, wondering how long it would take me to walk home. I didn't belong here and everyone knew it, including me. Feeling the sudden urge to dehydrate, I stepped up to the large trough on the far wall. Just as the initial blast hit the aluminum wall, I felt a presence. I craned my head to the right and saw a petite blond girl, her bangs matted on her forehead from perspiration. She hastily pulled her shorts down and squatted on the edge of the urinal. Her eye shadow long since run down her face, smudging her cheeks with a faded blue. She wore a pair of angel wings that have seen better days. A couple of the feathers floated in a downward spiral, taking a ride down the urine made river. She hummed with delight as splashes of pee hit the bottom of the canal. She was sitting with her eyes closed, smiling, and clearly oblivious to my presence. I tried to will my bladder to empty as quickly as I could, but I still had more to go. Damn those Red Bulls. Another girl entered the area and made her way over to us. She was sporting demon wings complete with tiny horns on top of her head, a little heftier than her counterpart, but dressed almost the same. She approached the dirty angel, planting a prolonged kiss on her, urination be damned. They kept kissing, rubbing each other's arms and backs, I could here their groans of delight over the music. That just freaked me out even more. Here I was in the wrong bathroom, watching two lesbians go at it on the pisser, but this was no Penthouse forum. I finished up and quickly stepped to the sink to wash my hands. I pulled my bottle of Xanax out and commenced battle with the childproof top when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped like a scalded dog, causing the bottle to pop from my hands; a week's worth of pills spilling into the rusty sink. "Brah, I was looking for you." Giggles looked over my shoulder at the waste and clucked his teeth. "Didn't mean for that to happen." I tried to take a deep breath and center myself, but it wasn't working too well. "You gonna be all right?" asked Giggles as the dirty angel and demon pair sauntered pass. "Oh man," exclaimed the angel as she looked into the sink. "Is that E?" Before I could reply, she scooped up a couple and put them in her pocket. Dragging the demon by the hand, they ran back out onto the dance floor. "That's Xanax." I halfheartedly called out to them, but the room swallowed them up already. "I know," replied Giggles. She's gonna be on a downer, silly wench." He turned on the spigot and let the rust-colored water run over the remaining pills. "C'mon, I got a place for you to chill out." Giggles said, steering me back out into the crowd. With his guiding hand on my shoulder, I was taken into another room what passed for an urban ashram. My nostrils filled with the overwhelming aroma of Frankincense. The music was muted here, giving people room for conversation. Large candles scattered the area, increasing the temperature by at least ten degrees, casting ghostly shadows on the walls. Large area rugs covered the floor and were joined by numerous beanbags. In the middle of the room was a low table filled to the brim with Evian bottles and fruit. A couple of people were laid about, chatting, nodding, some massaging the person closest to them. Giggles led me to a corner to where a couple of people were hanging out. "Hey, This is Brah" Giggles announced to the group.Before I could correct him, everybody responded with "Hey" and "Hellos.""He's new to this, don't hold it against him." This brought a titter from the group and they went back to their conversations.I sat down on an empty beanbag and was handed bottled water by somebody that could have been a male or female, I couldn't tell behind the green wig and face paint and the high heeled motorcycle boots didn't help either. Giggles plopped down, starting chatting with a pretty redhead with mounds of body glitter covering the exposed parts of her body. I began to relax, the surrounding atmosphere helping a little. I was nursing my third bottle of water, when the dull roar of the room was interrupted with scattered applause and hoots. They were for a newcomer to the group and I sat up to take notice. She stood about 5'8", but the platform sneakers she wore exaggerated that. She was a beautiful shade of golden hue, killer body with traces of auburn streaked on a black background of hair that fell loose about her face. "Great set, Trix." "That was nice." "Thanks," she replied to the group, but her eyes were set on me. Giggles stopped macking with some blond broad long enough for introductions. "Trix, this is my roommate, Brah." I no longer tried to correct him. "Brah, this is my cousin, DJ Trix C." I shook her hand. "Nice to meet you." She let me take her hand and sat right down next to me, before letting go. I offered her what was left of my water, which she gladly accepted. I watched her as she drank in the chilled liquid with relish, cheeks drawn in, throat expanding, taking all in giant gulps. A slight trickle sliding out of the corner of her lips. All I could think about was being that drop. I watched it run it course, down her chin, merging with the throat for the expressway down south. She casually caught it with her finger and reunited it with the rest of the water between her lips causing me to inwardly groan. That stirred something inside me, my dormant dick slowly expanding down my thigh. I found her very attractive and the way she held onto my hand told me she might have felt the same. "Did you like the set?" I didn't know what to say. I couldn't even understand the music. It was loud and boisterous like your drunken uncle at family reunion, but I had had no feeling to it. It went on and on, one continual song. I didn't even realize that there was more than one DJ. "Still new to this?" she asked, reading the confusion in my eyes. "Yea, I'm sorry." "Don't be, We were all like you at one time." "Giggles likes to call me Brah, but most people called me Zeke." "Well then, Zeke." Trix replied. "I answer to Trix or Carol." I leaned back a little. "You can call me whatever you like. Except A-hole." This brought a smile to her as she pinched my cheek. We continued to make small talk but were really scoping each other out. She wore a plaid mini skirt with fishnet stockings and a sleeveless Lycra top, strategically ripped down the middle to her belly button, giving me an excellent view of cleavage. I painstakingly watched the rise and fall of each breath she took, her breasts jutting straight out within c-cup range. She fingered the grooves of my tank top, concentrating on tracing my right nipple with her index finger. I flinched at first, not use to this type of human contact, making her draw her hand away. "Sorry bout that," she sheepishly remarked. "I just dig nice builds." I smiled at the compliment, reaching forward and placing my hand on hers. "You wanna get in the crowd?" I wasn't sure how to answer. If this were a hip-hop club, I wouldn't have a problem. I knew all the latest steps from New York and Chicago, and even knew the old moves. But this music was new, and even though the beat was there, no one seemed to follow it. She must've read my mind because she took my hand and pulled me up. "This isn't about competition, it's about feeling." I let myself be led into the dance room, where the crowd swelled double since I first came in. My chest tightened and I started to feel antsy again, but felt a reassuring squeeze on my hand from Trix as she pulled me into the middle of the room. It was too loud for normal conversation, so she pulled me close and shouted, "Just hold me, I'll guide you." I gladly wrapped my arms around her, hands at the small of her back. She held onto my arms and started to rotate her hips in a semi circular movement. I looked at the people around me to see what they were doing. There were more styles than a Saturday afternoon Kung-Fu flick. I tried to move but couldn't catch up with the pulsing beats. I felt like I was back an eight-grade dance, dancing with the last girl left on the bleachers. "Close you eyes; free your mind." She shouted through the din. "Trust me." I did as she said, thought about George Clinton of all people. When he said, "Free your mind and your ass will follow" he wasn't kidding. With my eyes closed, I slowly began to feel the music. It started to knock onto my soul and I gladly let it in. The trance scratched on my walls of my brains, releasing the trapped endorphins, causing my leg to shake like a placated dog. My heart started to race again, but my body kept up with it. I wanted to run, skip and shout but not move at the same time. I was glad I got a second opinion from Dr. Giggles. Trance music; this was my new drug. Drug of Choice I let my body move in the direction it wanted to go, Trix still holding on to me. She responded by pressing closer to me. The heat radiating off her body was stimulating, causing my groin to stir again. I pressed my face close to hers and took in her aroma, a mix of euphoria with a touch of jasmine. I could think about nothing more than turning her into a lollipop and licking her until I got to her gooey center. She turned around, pressing her ass right up onto me and reaching an arm up to encircle my neck. I grabbed her tightly around the waist and we continued to groove, becoming a sensual nucleus in the throbbing atom of flesh. I rubbed my hands up and down her stomach, pausing to feel along the smooth ridges of her navel. Before I could talk myself out of it, I slipped a hand inside her ripped shirt, rubbing the warming texture of her skin, stopping right under the curve of her left breast. She kept grinding against me and used her own hand to move mine north until I had my pound of flesh. Her nipple swelled under my palm as I rubbed and squeezed; I could feel her heart pounding through her ribcage; saying hello to my hand. Without words, she told me that she liked what I was doing by leaning her head back towards me, nipping at my cheek with her teeth. With her ass still pressed against me, Trix moved her hand to the back, tracing the contours of my stiffening cock with her fingertips. She turned around; fire blazing in her eyes and slammed her lips onto mine. We were lip locked in a game of cat and mouse with our tongues until we were no longer dancing, just making out in the crowded room. Nobody else seemed to pay attention; they were too busy doing their own thing. Trix broke our kiss and quickly pulled me through the crowd once more. This time it was easy and I fell into the groove with the rest of the room. I was no longer an outsider, I was becoming one of them. We walked to the far end of the room where the DJ was spinning. A security guard was standing by the stage entrance, but parted when she walked by. These guys must be clones. We walked up a short flight of steps and I followed her as she climbed upon a scaffold leading to the top of the speakers. Sheer black curtains blocked the view of crowd from the area and the racks of spinning strobe lights partially blinded us from them as well. I sat down on top of the speaker and held on for dear life as the platform rumbled under the duress of the amp-shattering bass. Trix slid next to me and immediately clamped her mouth onto my neck, devouring me. She reached for my belt buckle and undid it, reached inside and wrapped her sweaty palm around my thickened shaft. I tugged at the buttons on my pants to give her better access and began to do a little exploring of my own. I got at least one pant legs off before she ripped my boxers away at the slit, till I was left with a waistband and a laundry tag. Fuck it. I stopped being polite and helped her shed the rest of her clothes, before we locked up in another tongue clench. Her shirt peeled down to the waist and fishnets with holes so big they couldn't trap a whale, she was as naked as I needed her to be. She continued to stroke me, my raging dick twitching with each pass of her fingers. I sucked on swollen nipples, alternating between the right and the left, while my hands made a beeline for her moistened vee. I found my way past the hem of her panties, let my fingers do the walking until I was rubbing on hardened clit. It was as large as the nipple I was currently gnawing on. She shifted her hips back and forth against my fingers, getting wetter by the beat. With ease, I slid in two fingers up to the second knuckle. She squeezed with so much force, I thought I might lose them. I let up off her nipple and began to work my way downward; I wanted to taste her so badly. With a deft move of her elbow, she beat me to the oral course, shoving me back against the itchy padding of the speaker and clamping her mouth on my dick. She teased just my head first, swirling her tongue around it with fervor, before going to town, taking as much of me as she could fit in her ballooning cheeks. I threw my head back against the floor in surrender; she was absolutely fucking my world up with her proficient mouth work. I tried to reciprocate, but my limbs wouldn't function. All I could do was lay back and enjoy the ride. She picked up the pace, bobbing her head on my slick pole in beat to the music. I will never look at 180 BPS the same. I had blowjobs before, but being on a vibrating box the size of a small tool shed, two stories above a frenzied crowd ruined me for future oral encounters. The crowd screamed in delight when the beats changed and for a second in my warped mind, I though they were cheering for me. Trix stopped what she was doing and slid back up to eye level, shooting holes of lustful wanting right through me. "I've been waiting for this song." "What song?" "Beast with 2 backs." I grinned at the title, slowly getting the feeling back in my limbs. Before she could make a move, I rolled on top, pinning her arms above her head. She resisted only a little, until I pulled a faceplant right on her dripping pussy. She was mine now. I wanted to take my time, but the music wouldn't let me. It was omnipotent and the order of the day was speed. I stuck my tongue as deep as it would reach and proceeded to lick the taste out of my own mouth. Her aromatic nectar had me doing the dance of the worker bee. I could barely breath because of the leg lock she clamped down on my neck, but I wouldn't stop lapping at the rivulets of love flowing into my awaiting maw. After her lobe-crushing grip on my head relaxed, I looked up to see her beckoning me with a finger. I pulled up as she grabbed me by the back of the neck with both hands. "In me, now." She commanded, lifting knees to her chest, giving me a wide-open target. I rose up on my knees and drilled straight into her core, making her grunt and sigh at the same time. I moved in and out of her as smoothly as an Aston Martin on the autobahn, pistons firing on all cylinders. She grabbed what was left of my underwear, wrapping them around her hands and pulling me in deeper as we locked lips again. Her moistness flowed out of her at a faster clip, soaking my pelvis and thighs with each downward thrust. The vibrations from the speakers underneath her ass reached through her into me, as if it were trying to shake my load loose. As he intensifying bass hit me with each stroke, I hit back with deeper strokes, till I was fucking the music itself. I leaned over and grabbed her sweat-slicked breast with my hand, guiding an abandoned nipple back into my mouth. Trix bucked her hips against me faster and faster until she stopped midair, letting out a primal scream that could definitely be heard over the music. I looked into her glazed over eyes, the fire slowly smoldering into embers. She smiled and gave me a yank on my tether, pushing me towards the finish line. My balls tightened in anticipation of an orgasmic purge, sweat from my forehead blinding me, when the world screeched to a halt. The vibrations stopped and the air stopped moving. The crowds' level fell away to a murmur, and I could only hear a synthesized voice, but it wasn't just in my head. "You people are trespassing," said the booming voice over the microphone. "You have exactly five minutes to clear the area or you will be cited and/or arrested. Trix had a look of alarm in her eyes as she slid out from under me, leaving me dangling, still slick with her musk. She rolled over to get her clothes and started dressing post haste. I was still confused until I looked down off the speaker tower and saw one of Atlanta's finest on stage with microphone in one hand and a flashlight in the other, scattering the crowd with it's lone beam. By the time I reacted to reach for my boot, Trix leapt off the scaffold and disappeared down the catwalk. I quickly got dressed, kicking one Timberland off the side in my hurry, leaving my shredded underwear behind. At the bottom of the stage, I found my boot gathered in a rumpled pile with my long sleeve shirt, which I scooped up on the run. I joined the crowd in escaping, thinking about nothing but not going to jail. When I burst through the factory opening, the night air greeted me with the same intensity as the basement did, leaving my rave world behind in a cloud of dust, shrieks, and pounding footsteps. It was a different party upstairs. The flashing lights were connected to APD cruisers and the only electronica was the crackle of the walkie-talkie of the numerous boys in blue snatching and frisking whoever got within reach. I pulled my shirt over my head to stave off the chill and began looking above the crowd to get my bearings. I hopped over the fallen angel, who no doubtedly took the Xanax, and was having trouble walking a straight line, and raced for the familiar Hummer, which was peeling away in a spray of gravel and grass divots. The space where Giggles should have been was vacant, causing me to curse him out loud. I couldn't exactly wait around until he came back; people were already being loaded into the paddy wagons. I vaulted into the bed of a passing pick-up truck and rode it out to the main road, giving me time to put my boot back on, and jumped back off before they knew I was there. My headache returned, compounded by the dull ache in my balls as I started the long walk home down Buford Highway. I could still smell her on me, and I took guilty pleasure in rubbing my fingers across my nose a couple of times. It wasn't 50 yards later; I heard the falsetto beep of a car horn behind me. I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw Giggles pull up next to me on the sidewalk. "Told you I wasn't gonna leave you, Brah," he exclaimed, pulling back into traffic after I collapsed in the seat. Leaning back in the leather chassis, I began to replay tonight's activities. I was a little apprehensive, fucking my roommate's cousin, still reeking of it as we rode back to the city. I didn't know what to say, just hoped he wouldn't raise any questions until we were at least back to the dorm. The radio was off but the beat stayed in my head. Thump. Thump. Thump. Without realizing what was happening, I started to get aroused again. "Have a good time?" he asked looking at me out the corner of his eye. I swiftly tried to play off my impending erection and shoved my hand in my pockets to mask the sexual musk on them. "It. Was. Different." "Changed you for the better is my prognosis." He giggled as the two-way in his pocket went off. He pulled it out and read it carefully, oblivious to the blinking yellows we ran through. "It seemed someone had a real good time." He drew the words out, almost slurring them. I froze up, waiting for the other shoe to drop, but he said nothing more. Instead of jumping on I-75 to take us back into the city, he turned off and headed in another direction. I didn't even bother to question him; I just hoped I wouldn't literally lose my balls over it. Giggles stayed quiet until we pulled up to a high-rise off Peachtree St. on the outskirts of Buckhead. "This is where you get off, Brah." "Giggles..." I was at a lost for words. "I gotta be somewhere." "What happened to not leaving me behind." "See you in the morning, I hope." His face drew a blank, but the humor in his eyes could not be disguised. I slowly climbed out of the car, hoping he would change his mind about leaving me to walk home, when he lowered the window and said, "Fifteen minutes. You won't be disappointed." "What?" "Peace out, Brah." I watched his car take off down the empty street and shivered from the gust of wind enveloping my slowly drying form as I stood on the sidewalk. Waiting. Five minutes. Ten minutes. 15. It was twenty minutes later and my nipples were scratched raw from the constant rubbing against my wet shirt. I gauged how long it would take me to find a cab, or some sort of transportation when a voice appeared from the alcove of the apartment building. "You wanna finish the song?" Thump. I whipped around and saw Trix standing in the doorway. She changed out what was left of her party clothes and was wearing a thin kimono, nipples waving hello through the silk. Thump. Thump. "You at least wanna come in out of the cold?" I stood there shivering like a fool when she said, "You could always walk home, if you want." She stooped bracing the door with her hip and turned back towards her lobby; the heavy door slowly moving back into locked position. Thump. Thump. Thump. The beat in my head started up again and before she could change her mind, I shook off the chill and raced inside