"Damn Neon, this is pretty good..." A mumbled voice from across the room said, though it couldn't be pinned since many others sounded the same. But it didn't matter if she replied, whoever was having the trip couldn't remember what she or they had said.
Neon rolled her eyes, glad she didn't overdo whatever substance she provided.
She was currently in a smaller guest room in the large house, over-viewing the almost full place and considering leaving. She knew things would get out of control if she had told her close friends what she was bringing before they got here, for now there was at least triple the amount of people she was expecting and they were all out of it.
See, she had been a bit of a connoisseur as well as a provider of some mild drugs, and always brought some for herself and her friends when they went to parties or raves. And now, she was in a room full of totally not sober freshmen, but that didn't deny what she was feeling. And it was enough.
"Who'd you say you got this stuff from again? It's like one tab and they're gone." Her friend Flynt said, currently smoking a blunt and keeping it there, not much into other stuff. he also surveyed the room, shaking his head at how obviously potent the acid Neon had brought was to these lightweights.
"J-just someone I know from another guy who stopped dealing." She said right before getting up and walking over to a bottle of liquor someone had brought and left on a nightstand, not wanting to explain how she got her supply anymore. It's not like she was ashamed or anything, but it was just her method of payment was something she hoped wouldn't be common in the future...
"You have arrived at your destination." Came the automated voice from Neon's phone, she shut it off and looked at the house with the number she'd been given. She sighed. Even as convenient as it was to have this house closer to her own, she still felt unsure, or anxious at the very least. Though it didn't stop her from skating to the front porch and undoing her skates, leaving them behind and now in socks.
Her old dealer had been planning on moving to another state, and wasn't able to supply the fun loving rave girl. It wouldn't be that much of a thorn in Neon's side if she didn't already have an abundance of other dealers to pick from, but her previous aforementioned one was her favourite, always having the highest quality of whatever she needed. Since she was a frequent customer, he had arranged for her to start buying from his main plugged who manufactured and grew just about everything sold. Leading her to the main source.
She was rather ecstatic about it, until she was warned that this plug was a bit of an unhinged sleazy kinda guy, always sampling his own supply a bit too much. He was mainly normal when sober but that was rare. She didn't care though, this was only a party she could attend this year as she was transferring to another school for senior year, so she only had one chance to attend the legendary Beacon high parties.
She knocked on his front door three times, just like she was told to. She didn't bother questioning it as she just knew not to fuck up anything. After about 10 seconds the door finally opened and she met the man who had been indirectly selling her what she's been buying. He seemed a bit out of it, eyes half lidded like the majority of people she knew. His shoulders slouched and body leaning on the half opened door as if he just woke up. His eyes did light up a bit though when they registered her pretty face.
Suddenly he opened the door more to reveal all of himself, simply wearing a black tank top and pajama bottoms. Yep, the true epitome of somebody making a full living of selling drugs and barely spending time in the sunshine. At least he didn't reek bad.
"Hey there, looking for something?" He said with a sudden smile, seeming more awake at her presence.
"Uh, yeah... Yatsuhashi gave me your number after he moved, I'm Neon." She made sure to include what was important hoping it would jog his memory, she's known too many forgetful junkies to not mention key details. He just nodded and opened the door all the way, stepping to the side.
"Yatsu? Yeah he mentioned sending a top customer at some point. just call me Merc. C'mon in love" He said as she hesitatingly walked inside, she didn't look back but could already feel his eyes slowly grazing up and down her backside, probably trying to look up her skirt.
'Of all outfits to wear it had to be this one, ugh.' She internally scolded herself for being a bit revealing. Neon loved having eyes on her most times, sure, but mainly with a crowd. Having one person alone privately creeping on her? A bit uncertain but she could care for herself. She walked a bit and the first room they were in was his living room, only one old couch with a coffee table in front, various bongs scattered on top. The definition of a bachelor pad.
"Just sit right there I'll get my stuff." He mumbled before heading off, giving a weak wave. Neon felt unsure but again, going against even minor things could fuck up a whole deal with unreasonable tweakers. Sitting on the old and musty couch, she kept to herself as much as she could to avoid all possible contact with the cushions, hoping not to find any stains or bugs. At least the rest of the house didn't stink. She heard footsteps and saw him return from the corner of her eye. He came around the couch and sat on the middle cushion, right next to her. She rolled her eyes.
Placing a large duffel bag on the coffee cheap coffee table, he unzipped it and began rummaging through the unorganized contents. Having to take out a few XL ziplock bags of weed that almost made Neon's mouth water with desire for it all, he found what he was looking for at last.
"A-ha! Knew I still had 'em." He pulled put a wrinkled pack of gum and a typical orange pill bottle, half full. She was no stranger to pills, but the gum pack? He must've been high off something already. At least she would've thought so if he hadn't opened it and there she saw cut up strips of acid into fitting rectangles. Very much like strips of gum, the odd container now making more sense.
"So he said this was the usual stuff you buy, molly and acid, right?" He asked, looking back at her and making eye contact for a rough two seconds before his gaze was back at her cleavage. Sighing quietly and fighting to not roll her eyes, Neon crossed her arms and tried to just have a smooth deal, missing her old dealer already.
"Yeah, but this time I'm kinda buying extra. Going to a party."
"Oh really? Beacon high?" He asked, already gaining an idea.
She nodded.
"Huh, that place brings back lots of memories, sober ones mostly... And the parties, man I wish I could go again." He sort of lamented, looking off as he reminisced. This revelation brought surprise to Neon though.
"Wait, you went to Beacon?" She asked, hoping she didn't cross any boundaries. He nodded in turn and chuckled, a bright smile appearing making him look cuter in her eyes, a more genuine one than the one he greeted her with.
"Yep, dropped out 'bout two or three years back, some... Life complications." He said, now looking at the bag of drugs. It almost made her feel sorry, but steeling herself for business was something Neon had to maintain. Sympathy for money was more frequent in the drug world than she thought.
"Hm, well I just need about half a bottle and couple tabs extra than what Yatsu told you, and I can cover it." She said, reaching into her skirt pocket for the wad of exact cash she counted thrice before coming here. The more exact the trade, the quicker she can get going.
"Oh, yeah yeah I gotcha." He said, moving the big bag away to start counting and measuring as Neon placed the banded bills on the table. But halfway in, he suddenly slowed and spoke.
"Say, are they still like, ya know... Fucking around at those parties?" He asked, head half crooked to look at her from just his peripheral. Hoping he wasn't implying whatever Neon's mind intruded with, she was just vague.
"Uh, yeah they get pretty wild." Hoping it would be satisfying. But it wasn't.
"Naw I mean like, they still having casual hookups in every room? Used to love doing that every year." Again, he reminisced about the past and smiled from the memories. Growing a bit peeved but not showing it, Neon answered.
"I'm pretty sure they are, not much has changed." Once she said that, Merc had looked into the corner of his eye and thought hard for whatever reason. Regardless, Neon had almost the right mind to gently remind him to continue, but a more wicked smile grazed his face as he sat back on the couched and turned to her.
"Say, would you like to maybe have some of my personal stuff to take? I usually sell the not as expensive stuff and keep the better product for myself, but I'll let you have some for an extra... payment." He said, not even doing a good job hiding his looking her up and down. Again. Growing frustrated enough to blow a fuse and realizing beating around the bush would just waste time, Neon just stated what he said in plain English.
"You want me to fuck you so I can get some extra drugs, right?" She said, deadpan voice and face meeting his own interested one go to shock real quick.
"Uh, well if ya want... Just saying it's an offer on the table and..." He mumbled on before Neon held a hand up, cutting him off.
"Yeah yeah I get it, I'm used to being creeped on. Only differences being that other guys never had something to offer back in return. And I've never said yes to them though." She said, hoping he'd catch the last part. Once the hint was caught in his mind, Merc's eyes widened and he looked at her with an asking look, one she returned with a nod.
"Y-you're saying you'd... Fuck, wow I didn't think you say yes... Dammit, I used to be a lot smoother than this." He said, almost going on yet another reminiscing memory of his younger and better days, until he was caught off guard by Neon's hand pushing him and lying him on his back on the couch. Clearly not wanting to hear it as well as get this over with, Neon had no issue with murder if she had to. She was by no means an addict, but she made a promise to her friends. His smile reappeared, as he watched her slowly strip.
It didn't take long for Neon to undress, wiggling her skirt off and kicking it off before removing her top to join the skirt on the floor. What she lacked in enthusiasm she made up for in her amazing looks, Merc's heart beating much faster at the sight of a near naked girl in his sight for the first time in a while. Neon then turned around and bent over, making a little show out of slowly peeling her panties down her round bottom and past her legs. Merc's eyes no doubt looking at her ass like a present being unwrapped for him. As he watched, he almost forgot about himself, prompting him to take off his tank top and work on his pants. Turning back around, Neon saw his movements and knew what to do.
As soon as he kicked off his sweatpants, he was about to work on his boxers until Neon leaned down to place her hand on his bulge, causing him to look up at her, surprised.
"Hm, you really know what you're doing huh?" He joked, though his nervous laughter betrayed any confidence he fronted with. She just gave a fake smirk and got onto her knees, giving him the hint to sit normal on the couch. Neon didn't bother pulling his underwear down, just using the flap to pull out his hard cock. She didn't have any formal thoughts upon seeing his length, she just thought that seeing one meant you've seen them all. Straddling his waist, she positioned herself right above his dick and waited for him to put it in.
"Just want me to put it in? No foreplay or lube?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, even with Neon right and ready to go he still found space to talk. Growing a bit on her nerves, Neon just steadied her hands on his shoulders and looked back at him.
"Put it i-in already, the party is a few hours." She said, trying to hide her frustration.
Shrugging, Merc grabbed her hip with one hand and used the other to point his dick to her entrance, feeling his tip, Neon dropped down and took him all in. Even with how prepared she was, Neon couldn't suppress the shock she felt when she felt so suddenly full. Perhaps she didn't see how big he was exactly, but damn there was barely any empty space inside her once he filled her, as they both groaned in pleasure. Looking back at each other and making eye contact, they only saw lust and want. She used her hands on his shoulders, he used his on her hips and they began to build up a rhythm.
Bounce after bounce, smack after smack, the two teens began to pace in rapid succession with the pleasure building more with every thrust. Merc felt blissful from the sensation he hadn't felt in a long time, while Neon was euphoric with the surprising pleasure she wasn't expecting. Any and all attempts to hide her true feelings about it all were overwhelmed with how electric her body felt every time his cock went in and out.
"Ah, ah, Ah! Merc, f-fuck~!" Not sure if she was acting or being genuine, Neon just felt the need to say it out loud, as if the verbal motivation made the experience better. At least for him.
"Call me Mercury! Fuck you're so tight!" He responded, unable to control himself with how much he craved her body around his shaft. Despite going all out and giving himself completely to feeling, he was doing a rather good job. Leaning forward, he found his face pressed right to her cleavage, her breasts still covered with her bra. He was going to ask for help until he saw Neon already unhooking it and throwing it off. Once it was gone, Mercury wasted no time in opening his mouth to place a pink nipple in his mouth. As difficult as it was since she was bouncing wildly, his efforts were still effective as he heard her squeal from the feeling.
As her breasts were being sucked and her pussy getting stuffed repeatedly, Neon reflected on everything at this point. She had to admit, this wasn't as bad as she thought. Always the tease and making other men squirm without ever getting to have a taste made her wonder if she gave into the slutty image she gave off, and she was surprised it wasn't as bad she had thought. It felt much nicer than just teasing, actually going through with a sleazeball like him, doing a good job with an impressionable cock. Maybe this wouldn't have to be a one time thing, but there was much more to do today.
"C'mon, I'm ready for your cum! Let yourself go~!" She screamed, doing her best to speed things up without sounding desperate. Though Mercury didn't respond. Neon's mind conflicted with her body, she wanted to get going now before she eventually smelled of sex and sweat, but her nerves and aching pussy begging for release made it difficult.
"Oh Mercury, you're so good... Mercury~" She cooed his name sweetly, right into his ear as a hand stroked his hair. It seemed to do the trick as she felt his thrusts go unsteady, as she heard him give a drawn out groan. Though with his hips bucking faster and even going balls deep, she felt herself reaching her end as well. She could feel his cock twitch and throb, and just before he finished, she was completely caught off guard when she felt his thumb push against her clit. And just like a charge being set, Neon felt her body explode with euphoria as her whole body shivered with pleasure.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck!" She cried out, shivering and grinding along his cock as he released his whole load deep inside her pussy, she could feel her core warm up with how much pent up spunk filled her body. Her walls clenching tightly around his cock as she naturally milked out every drop. The two stayed like that bliss for a while, enjoying each other's comfort before she got off and sat next to him. Both panting heavy and too relaxed to move, though Mercury didn't mind looking at her naked form as his cum dribbled out her fucked hole.
After a few minutes, Neon stretched and got up, going over to her clothes and redressing back as she could, doing her best to hide her disheveled look. While Mercury just put his pants back on and stood, going back to his room.
"I'll get the stuff, you've done more than enough to pay for it~" He said with a chuckle, while Neon just sat back on the couch and waited. Closing her eyes and flipping her head back.
'I just had sex for drugs... Ugh, party hard I guess'
As the door closed behind her, Neon sat on the porch steps and put her skates back on. As she did, she wondered if this kind of deal would ever be a recurring thing. She hoped it wouldn't be necessary every time, she could just save more money to pay extra... But if a quick fuck was all it took, then she probably didn't mind.
It would all depend on how this year's Beacon high party went.