It had been a wild few days. Amber and Sienna had powered through nearly half of the bottle of Oxy, occupying a state of blissed-out euphoria almost the entire time they were awake. Amber had hastily excused herself from work, tapping into her storage of paid vacation for at least the next two weeks. Thankfully, she did have a legitimately good reason to do so, spending time with her long-lost daughter—but with no notice I was concerned with how much goodwill she'd used up by doing it last minute. She, of course, told me not to worry and that there would be no negative repercussions, but I worried none-the-less.
I, on the other hand, didn't have much of a choice. I was the manager and couldn't just put myself on leave without a ton of advanced notice. Since I'd been working there I'd barely missed a day, only failing to make it in due to the most extreme cases of illness and inclement weather. It was something that I was proud of and something I'd guessed contributed to having been chosen as store manager in the first place. So, on Monday I begrudgingly went back to my 9-5 while Amber and Sienna remained home smoking, drinking, and getting stoned out of their minds.
It was hard to focus on work. I found myself asking people to repeat themselves more than once to comprehend what they were saying when I started thinking about what was happening back at my home in the middle of their sentence. I was rewarded once I returned though, as my two ladies met me at the door nude or dressed slutty, smoking and slurring and ready to pounce. I was basically attacked the moment I walked in the house and by day three I was used to the routine and was unbuttoning my slacks as I approached the front door.
Sienna had really taken to the lifestyle, just as Amber had predicted she would. She was smoking her lungs out, matching the pace of her heavy-smoking mother who'd built up her habit over the course of many years. After three days of smoking nearly continuously Sienna had developed a small natural snap-inhale and exhibited a penchant for incredibly long lung-holds. The impressive lung-holds gave way to exhales that never seemed to end and required 3 or 4 extra breaths before the residual smoke had been fully expelled. Her athletic lungs were contributing to an amazing ability to smoke, ironically enough.
After demolishing the bottle of Wild Turkey by day 2 they'd begun carrying around a glass of vodka and coke everywhere they went. I wasn't completely sure how much alcohol they were putting away each day because of my daily work schedule but the empty bottles of Svedka 100 were piling up in our recycling bin. One thing I knew for sure was that they never seemed to be sober at any point in the last 3 days, their eyes always glassy and their words always slurred. Surely part of that was due to mixing their alcohol with the consistent lines of Oxy they were both vacuuming up their noses. Although I could usually tell when they'd just railed a thick line because they were knocked on their asses, laying back in a chair, couch, or bed—motionless aside from an occasional drip of drool.
Amber and Sienna had both been sleeping with me at the end of each day, one beautiful vixen to either side. It was a fitting way to end each new adventure and I relished being surrounded by such love and beauty. It was the end of night 3 and Amber and I were laid out in bed next to one another, positioned on our sides looking into each other's eyes. Her gaze was a bit glassy, but she'd stopped drinking awhile ago and seemed mostly present in terms of her faculties. Sienna was in the bathroom taking a shower after what had been another wonderful lovemaking session.
"I think we should call Kevin tomorrow," Amber whispered to me softly.
It was a name I hadn't heard in a long, long time. He was our original drug dealer, who'd facilitated the means for Amber's descent into hard drugs and eventually embedded himself into our sexual escapades as well.
"I doubt he has the same number, it's been a long time," I answered, only voicing one of the many concerns I had about this new idea.
"I saw him a few months ago at a gas station. I didn't recognize him at first, but he recognized me and waved me over. We talked for a bit and he gave me his number. I really just took it to be polite, but now it seems like perfect timing," Amber explained, clueing me into an encounter that I had no knowledge of.
"Oh, wow," I mused, thinking over the idea a moment "you never mentioned that to me, did you?" I asked, wondering if I'd just blanked and forgotten.
"No, honestly I completely forgot it even happened until today. It was early in the morning and I was on my way to work. By the time I got off I had a million other things that had happened, it just slipped from my mind," She explained.
I didn't have a suspicious bone in my body, not when it came to Amber. But this event did seem to be extremely fortuitous in our current situation and I figured it might warrant more investigation.
"Well," I thought again, somewhat apprehensive about introducing a lifelong drug dealer and criminal into Sienna's life, "I guess we're going to need a source if this is going to continue. It might as well be someone we know, or at least used to know," I concluded.
"Yeah, I wouldn't even know where to start looking for another dealer," Amber confessed.
"You sure he's still dealing?" I asked, now curious about what my old childhood friend had been up to all these years.
"Oh yeah," Amber laughed, raising her eyebrows for added effect, "He was definitely the same Kevin," She commented in a way that further piqued my curiosity.
I smiled back, trying to elicit explanation.
"He was complaining to me how one of his 'clients' was paying extra for him to get out of bed at the ass-crack-of-dawn the morning I talked to him," Amber explained with a grin.
I chuckled a moment.
"What'd he look like?" I asked, interested in how the hard life of a drug dealer had impacted his physical appearance.
"He was really skinny, had a lot of tattoos. He had a few on his face and a big one on his neck. He looked okay, but definitely like a drug dealer," She explained, still leaving a lot to be desired in terms of painting a picture.
"What are you going to get from him?" I asked, wondering where her mind was at in terms of next steps for Sienna.
"I was thinking more Oxy for sure, I don't think I can score any more without people getting suspicious. But she definitely needs to start doing uppers too, so she can get comfortable with both ends of the spectrum," Amber mused aloud, making it all sound quite clinical.
"What? Coke?" I asked, thinking about the potential damage a coke fiend or two could do to our bank accounts.
"Maybe a bit, just to try it. But I was thinking more the meth route, starting with some Adderall since she's already pretty comfortable with snorting pills," Amber countered smartly.
