Zander
My father and the dirty fucking prostitutes he brings to our house, I am about to fucking lose my shit. I pull the car out of the garage and speed down the driveway. It's not until I've hit the bottom that I see the girl walking alone. Should I wait here and pick her up?
Fuck it, she made her choice with him and now she can fucking walk in it.
I pull out onto the street and press the Bluetooth button on my wheel.
"Call Blaze."
"Calling Blaze." I've set my spoken voice to an Australian female who sounds as hot as fucking sin and I've named her Jocelyn.
"Sup?" Blaze's deep voice fills my Vette.
“We need to make a move on this bastard because I am fucking losing it.” I snarl.
“Bro, hold it down. You need to breathe. It’s coming and soon. Do not fuck our plans up or else I will kill you as well.”
That was Blaze. We’ve been friends since middle school but the guy wouldn’t bat an eye if he had to kill me.
“Yeah.” I scrub a hand down my face and try to relax.
“Come over and do some lines.” He says and hangs up.
I was doing good until he brought one into the house. Was it fucking necessary? Did it need to be so blatant in my face so soon after my mother’s death?
I pull a U-turn, burning my tires, and head back towards Blaze’s. I need a fucking night to relax and not think of all the shit that’s weighing me the fuck down.
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When I pull into his driveway, I can hear the music blaring and a line of other cars parked. Looks like a party, and I’m ready to lose myself in coke and pussy.
I walk into the house to see girls dancing on the tables with their tits out and random couples making out in darkened corners. Fuck yes.
“Zan!” I hear Blaze call out and I turn into the kitchen.
He has his table set up with a buffet of drug choices and a girl is kneeling in front of him sucking his dick, his piercing glinting in the kitchen lights.
“When you said a few lines, I thought you meant a few lines, not this shit.” I grin and bump fists with him.
“Sit down, bro.” He points to a bitch to the right, “fill Stacey’s mouth with something.”
“My name is Tracy.” She rolls her eyes but comes forward anyways.
I pull out a chair and grin when she kneels in front of me and undoes my pants. Blaze has the best fucking parties.
“Take one.” He says as he chucks me a bag of pills.
I open the bag and pop one in my mouth, swallowing it dry, and then I’m feeling lips wrap around my dick. This is what life is supposed to be like.
“All your dicks are being sucked and mine is lonely sitting on my balls.”
I open my eyes at Santos’ voice and grin when I see the bastard leaning against the fridge with a beer to his mouth. He’s a crazy Mexican and loves to watch anything bleed. I really do mean anything.
Blaze groans and I look over at him with his head tipped back and his mouth open wide. He’s a scary looking motherfucker with that angry scar down his face and standing close to six and a half feet. None of us get in his way because he’s fucking mean and like I said before, he doesn’t care who he has to kill.
This is just what I needed to get my mind off my father and the girl with the big blue eyes. Just thinking about her tits has me cumming down Stacey’s throat.
“Yes, Stacey.” I groan and she slaps my thigh.