09-24-2013, 04:59 AM
Danika, the girl whom Yuri paid to be with him came back for Peter. Peter sighed. She was ugly. Sure she probably knew what she was doing in bed, but she was ugly and nothing...well not nothing. Peter patted his pockets, maybe he had a little of his stash left. Since working for his Uncle in this business his own drug use had been tempered. It was probably all part of his mother's plan. Show him the shit side of the thing and maybe, just maybe her little boy would come home. Fat chance of that happening.
The only thing in Peter's pocket was a small back of Vlad's special blend. Why the man made it and how was really a feat of magic in Peter's eyes. There was no possible way. Peter wasn't a smart boy, but he knew the way of things. Sugar was not a drug, yet Uncle Vlad made it into one. The small bag contained only 5 little pills. It was all that it was sold in. One for each week day. They high was supposedly incredible, but it was far more dangerous than any drug on the black market today. If you could afford one of these bags you were living the high life, or you were stealing from someone who did.
It wasn't the bread and butter of the business, but it was the only thing Peter ever saw. He rarely ran coke or any of the other drugs his Uncle might sell.
It was important if you sold this new fangled drug to tell your buyers of the dangers. Vlad didn't want his clients dead. Dead clients can't buy more. But there had been a few deaths. That little boy in the paper his uncle had shown him was the only one that Peter had seen connected to the little bag of little pills. His uncle was upset at him for that. He'd sold the drug to the kids mother. Peter sighed. That bitch had gotten him into a shit ton of trouble and now he was babysitting a new something. Peter had no idea what his uncle wanted him for.
Danika kissed on Peter's neck and snapped him out of his thoughts. Peter grabbed two of the little pills that were for another client and popped them in his mouth. They tasted sweet and went down like candy. Peter still was sckeptical about it. But soon Danika was leading away a foggy Peter.
The little room was dark but Peter saw a wonder of colors. He didn't think that was supposed to happen. Danikia literally threw him on the bed. Or did he just fall over. Either way it didn't matter to Danika as she made to pleasure Peter. Soon there was nothing, nothing but darkness.
****
Danika smiled at the as the boy with young Peter paid her. Peter had always thrawted her plays before but not this time. She put on her best smile, and made her way to Vlad's little nephew. He was a powerful player in the game her mistress played, if only she could score some of those special pills he sold.
Danika watched as Peter popped the pills and wondered if he would off her any. But he didn't. She'd just take them from him later.
In their room Peter seemed out of it. Much more than anyone on drugs she'd ever seen. He fell over on to the bed. It made Danika's life easier. She pulled at his clothes and readied the boy so she could give him the time of his life. She rode the boy but he didn't seem interested. It hurt Danika's feelings he didn't care.
But she took a second look and his head lay limp, his hands lightly closed around the small little bag of pills. She snatched them out of his hand and made her way out cautiously and carefully. He seemed asleep.
Danika left the room in a hurry. She nearly ran into the boy who had paid her. "Your friends in there." She nodded back the direction she had come. She hurried to Felicia. She hated to disturb her mistress, but it was important.
Felicia was as usual playing with her boys. Danika stalled to watch them. They were fine specimen. They too would probably get her what she wanted, but she had a few left now.
Felicia, "I think the boy is dead."
In her silky soft voice Felicia asked, "What boy?"
"Peter."
Felicia immediately stopped what she was doing. Danika frowned that the show was over. Felicia grabbed her wallet and started dialing a number. Danika cried out, "No. Don't call him. Please don't call him."
Felicia turned back with a sneer. It still didn' detract from her mistress' face, was there anything that could.
****
Felicia ran towards Danika's room. He better not be dead, she chanted to herself. Vlad picked up the phone. "Hey sweety. I think you need to come down here. We have a problem." She didn't give him time to ask what kind or why he should come, she just hung up the wallet and handed it to one of the girls, "Go put it back in the room."
Felicia saw Peter lying on the bed, lifeless. She didn't want to touch him. She turned to Danika who was behind her. "Check for a pulse." She was such a power player, every one of her regular clients was someone Danika deemed to be a power player. Too bad this one turned out to probably be the end of her so called career and potentially her life, if Vlad beleives she had something to do with Peter's death. Danika confirmed his demise. Vlad was going to be so angry.
((OOC: Valds on his way but giving you time to respond.))
The only thing in Peter's pocket was a small back of Vlad's special blend. Why the man made it and how was really a feat of magic in Peter's eyes. There was no possible way. Peter wasn't a smart boy, but he knew the way of things. Sugar was not a drug, yet Uncle Vlad made it into one. The small bag contained only 5 little pills. It was all that it was sold in. One for each week day. They high was supposedly incredible, but it was far more dangerous than any drug on the black market today. If you could afford one of these bags you were living the high life, or you were stealing from someone who did.
It wasn't the bread and butter of the business, but it was the only thing Peter ever saw. He rarely ran coke or any of the other drugs his Uncle might sell.
It was important if you sold this new fangled drug to tell your buyers of the dangers. Vlad didn't want his clients dead. Dead clients can't buy more. But there had been a few deaths. That little boy in the paper his uncle had shown him was the only one that Peter had seen connected to the little bag of little pills. His uncle was upset at him for that. He'd sold the drug to the kids mother. Peter sighed. That bitch had gotten him into a shit ton of trouble and now he was babysitting a new something. Peter had no idea what his uncle wanted him for.
Danika kissed on Peter's neck and snapped him out of his thoughts. Peter grabbed two of the little pills that were for another client and popped them in his mouth. They tasted sweet and went down like candy. Peter still was sckeptical about it. But soon Danika was leading away a foggy Peter.
The little room was dark but Peter saw a wonder of colors. He didn't think that was supposed to happen. Danikia literally threw him on the bed. Or did he just fall over. Either way it didn't matter to Danika as she made to pleasure Peter. Soon there was nothing, nothing but darkness.
****
Danika smiled at the as the boy with young Peter paid her. Peter had always thrawted her plays before but not this time. She put on her best smile, and made her way to Vlad's little nephew. He was a powerful player in the game her mistress played, if only she could score some of those special pills he sold.
Danika watched as Peter popped the pills and wondered if he would off her any. But he didn't. She'd just take them from him later.
In their room Peter seemed out of it. Much more than anyone on drugs she'd ever seen. He fell over on to the bed. It made Danika's life easier. She pulled at his clothes and readied the boy so she could give him the time of his life. She rode the boy but he didn't seem interested. It hurt Danika's feelings he didn't care.
But she took a second look and his head lay limp, his hands lightly closed around the small little bag of pills. She snatched them out of his hand and made her way out cautiously and carefully. He seemed asleep.
Danika left the room in a hurry. She nearly ran into the boy who had paid her. "Your friends in there." She nodded back the direction she had come. She hurried to Felicia. She hated to disturb her mistress, but it was important.
Felicia was as usual playing with her boys. Danika stalled to watch them. They were fine specimen. They too would probably get her what she wanted, but she had a few left now.
Felicia, "I think the boy is dead."
In her silky soft voice Felicia asked, "What boy?"
"Peter."
Felicia immediately stopped what she was doing. Danika frowned that the show was over. Felicia grabbed her wallet and started dialing a number. Danika cried out, "No. Don't call him. Please don't call him."
Felicia turned back with a sneer. It still didn' detract from her mistress' face, was there anything that could.
****
Felicia ran towards Danika's room. He better not be dead, she chanted to herself. Vlad picked up the phone. "Hey sweety. I think you need to come down here. We have a problem." She didn't give him time to ask what kind or why he should come, she just hung up the wallet and handed it to one of the girls, "Go put it back in the room."
Felicia saw Peter lying on the bed, lifeless. She didn't want to touch him. She turned to Danika who was behind her. "Check for a pulse." She was such a power player, every one of her regular clients was someone Danika deemed to be a power player. Too bad this one turned out to probably be the end of her so called career and potentially her life, if Vlad beleives she had something to do with Peter's death. Danika confirmed his demise. Vlad was going to be so angry.
((OOC: Valds on his way but giving you time to respond.))