I WANT A GIRL WITH LIPS LIKE MORPHINE [SHE LOOKS TO ME]

I grabbed his hand and picked him up off the floor and began pulling him thru the crowd. I knew where I was going. I had seen it when we drove past, surrounded by the women and their clients. But I wasn't worried about them. I wasn't worried about anything.
I just wanted him, and I had to get him. Now.
To the left of that table, thru the small hallway, and up the stairs. Out the door with the bouncer and a little ways thru the back alley.
Simple as that.
The building was run down. It was empty except for the women and men that took part in what it had left to offer.
No one was even in the front. No one to take down our names, no one to book our stay. But we didn't need anyone for that. This wasn't going to take long. I just wanted him, and the way he was hanging on to me, I knew he wanted me too.

ALL THAT CYANIDE
The lights still worked on the inside. The building was still up and running, but it was falling apart. The stairs old and worn creaked as we made our way to any room we could find open. The first one we found with an unlocked door and no occupants was the one we went in. And it didn't take long after that. Everything started to unfold.
He pinned me onto the bed straight from our entrance. He knew I hated taking control. We been together for so long, even totally wasted, we knew what the other wanted.
But that was just the instinct I'd developed. As far as the rest of me was concerned, I had no idea what was going on. Everything around me was coming in flashes. And blurs. I could hear the screams from the room nect to us.
But that wasn't hard to do.
The paper thin walls of our room were connected to the walls of another room by a small, not-quite-shut door.
We hadn't seen it when we came in, and I know it wasn't seemingly important, but as time went, I became distracted by it.
He started at my shirt, hands running down my skin. He slid one hand up and the other down to the edge of my pants.
I reached up for his shirt as another scream came thru the door.
He unbuttoned the clasp and fumbled with the zipper on my jeans.
Another scream.
I blinked.
Jeff kept going, but I couldn't concentrate. Every scream brought me a little more out of my trance.
Jeff's hands continued to wander and he pushed me further back on the bed.
Another scream.
The whole thing seemed too familiar.
Like that scene with Ash and Brenden. And that one ended well, but these screams were worse.
Something about them.
They didn't sound bad, just ... familiar.
That's when it hit me.
Tim.
IF YOU LAUGH I SWEAR
More out tonight.
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