Chapter 20

She was in a room full of people who were complete strangers to her, but by the way they were all behaving towards her, they could have been lifelong friends. Natalie had gotten access to a house party by paying her way in through the front door. Twenty dollars didn't seem like much, but it was just enough to grease the pocket of the host.

She had been plotting to get into this party for a week now, the hipsters were in full swing this time of year on account of the mass amount of music festivals being held in the desert side of San Andreas. The indie crowd young and old needed their own kind of fuel to survive through their weeks of crowded spaces and shitty music. The fuel usually being niche drugs and cheap beer, and Natalie's boss and new boyfriend Trevor had niche drugs by the dozen.

As much as he hated the soul sucking crowd, he couldn't deny that there was definitely a market to be had. So Natalie opted to disguise herself as one of them and immerse herself into their devil-may-care antics.

She played the part of Leslie Harper, a barely legal teen who ran away from home at sixteen, who had enough streets smarts and know-how to know exactly where all the 'good stuff' was to be found this side of Blaine County. The party-goers were instantly enthralled by Leslie, wanting to know exactly who she was and how she managed to look so 'too cool to care', something these millennials aspired to be with every fiber of their being.

But she shared little about herself, not wanting them to know under that thick coat of makeup and the long, black wig that there was a woman there simply to line her pockets with their money in exchange for the hefty supply of narcotics she had strapped to her back.

Beginnings started off slow, with her pulling lonely people aside and selling them a gram, telling them to spread the word. But when the talkative crowd got word of their very own narcotics vending machine, her name was being dropped every which way. The young and excitable and the old and bored flocked to her for their very own taste, and her product was great. So one-time customers soon became second-time customers so they could hoard a good amount for the road ahead. She was near selling out by three hours.

When the buyer crowd was beginning to lull to a standstill, she found herself sat on a couch with four other people crammed beside her, Natalie being the only remotely sober person out of the rest. They all were enthralled in their various substance abuses and talking wildly about parties come to past. But Nat was barely paying any attention, instead staring off, thinking of the profit she had made and what next she could do to get that money ball rolling again.

She barely even noticed when a rolled up dollar bill got shoved into her face. The owner of said dollar bill was a girl the age Natalie was pretending to be, who she vaguely remembered to be named Ramona, "Wanna try?"

Natalie looked to her smiling face then back at the dollar bill, "Hm? What?"

Ramona giggled, which would've been cute on her if she didn't look like she'd been awake for a week, "Coke, dude. Want to try it?"

Natalie's attention went to the coffee table in front of them. Set out was a CD case and a razor, along with several perfectly made white lines. Several other had already had their try at it.

Natalie didn't have much experience when it came to cocaine. When it came to drugs as a bratty teen, no one had the means to get their hands on it, so the went with whatever was locked up in their parents bathroom cabinet. And even now, Trevor didn't sell coke. Coke was the caviare of drugs after all, and there wasn't much need for high class in class-less Sandy Shores.

But Natalie saw no reason not to try, she was adventurous of course. It looked like the market was tapped out here for the night so she was planning on leaving soon anyways. She shrugged carelessly, taking the dollar out of the Ramona's hand. She leaned down and did what she'd learned from the countless mafia movies she watched. She could only manage to snort half a line before taking a breath, but she didn't back down at that, finishing up the rest of the line.

When the powder hit her nose and traveled down to the back of her throat, the first thing she noticed was a burning sensation. It wasn't pleasant, but at the same time in wasn't unbearable. There was a chemical taste in the back of her throat as the stuff made its way down into her system. She plugged up the nostril she hadn't used and sniffed up the residue left in her nose before turning back to the girl.

The girl was grinning from ear to ear, taking her dollar back when she was sure her new friend Leslie was done, "Well? What do you think?"

Natalie felt around in her own head for a second. Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary, she was a little buzzed, but that was only because she had a couple beers, it must have been some cheap shit or just hadn't hit yet, "I'll get back to you on that."

She left the couch at that to seek other company around the house. Before she stepped into the home turned temporary night club, she had never met a single soul here. Being here for only a couple hours however, everyone seemed to know her. Several had asked for a phone number so they could party with her later, but she gave them all fake numbers. She didn't care for their friendship to continue outside of this party and she wasn't looking to be a full time dealer either, honestly, with her minimal experience, it was a wonder she was making bank.

Natalie slipped into a empty bathroom and locked the door behind her. She turned to the small mirror hanging just above a shabby sink. She barely recognized herself when she did an inspection to see if she still looked alright, the jet black wig made her look paler and was about 5 inches longer than her actual hair. Her makeup did a good job on covering the bags she wore under her eyes. Although it didn't do much to hide the scar on her cheekbone, but she didn't expect it to help anything that harsh.

She found herself staring into her own eyes through her reflection, surprised to see her pupils dilate almost instantly. The coke must've owned a long fuse because she was feeling it now. And she was feeling great. She suddenly found the bathroom not that interesting after all and went right back to the party. The people she once only had a mild interest in now seemed like the most fascinating people in the world and she felt just as amazing as them. She was actually happy to be there other than to take their money.

She was soon to meet back up with the girl who let her have a hit. The girl was still smiling and Natalie was sure that her face was probably aching by then, but then again she had to have been out of her mind on a cocktail of drugs by then.

Ramona girl shot up like lightening when she saw her friend, quickly maneuvering through the crowd to meet her halfway. She grabbed Natalie by the arms, her fingers shaking as she gripped onto her, "Well?"

Natalie laughed, barely bothered about the girl's lack of understanding about personal space, "I see what you mean."

Ramona seemed ecstatic to hear it. She grabbed Natalie's good hand and dragged her back to the couch to take another hit with her. Neither had no qualms about double dosing, or even triple dosing, and that's exactly what they did. Natalie was feeling great, better than she had in a long while. Avery wasn't even in her mind then, which was surprising since he often occupied her thoughts.

Conversation came easy to Natalie now, she felt powerful and downright perfect and she had only the coke running inside her system to thank. But even though she was fascinated about how much of dick the girl's ex boyfriend was, she couldn't help but notice the girl's bag being left unattended in the corner of the room. It was stupid of her to leave it there really, especially since she'd been bragging all night about how she was the best person to reach if you needed a fix.

Natalie looked out the window on her right to see it was sunrise. Shit, she didn't expect to be here that long. She looked at her phone, three texts from Trevor and a missed call. Double shit.

She made up some lame excuse to pardon herself out of the conversation. Heading towards the way out. She stopped just short of the bag the girl was paying no attention to. Natalie did a general look around to make sure she was unnoticed before snatching it and making a beeline out the front door.

Natalie jogged over to her car parked not far from where the house party was. Hopping in and taking a breath, she was really going to feel this later.

Her hand was soon back on her phone, opening up the texts first. Reading them out:

Come over when ur done

Where r u?

Natali, pick up ur fone.

She whined, not even bothering to check the voice mail he left for her, already having a good guess on what he would probably be yelling at her about. She tossed her phone, grabbing the bag she stole instead. The bag was a knockoff of a Ponsonbys, and a cheap one at that. But she didn't entirely care, she was more interested in what was was inside.

Held inside was a multitude of the girls possessions. A cell phone, two cell phones in fact, why she needed two was beyond her, but those would make her a good bit of money to sell. Loose change was scattered around the bottom along with a few receipts from various gas stations. A wallet holding several most likely expired credit cards and about seventy dollars in cash, pocketing the cash immediately.

And finally, exactly what Natalie had been looking for. She found three prescription bottles half full of various over the counter pill sure to promise a good high. Then another, much larger pill bottle that was labeled vitamins, but when Natalie opened it up and looked inside, there definitely weren't any vitamins to speak of. The bottle was stuffed to the brim with balloons filled with coke.

She couldn't help but grin at the stash she just nicked. Ramona was probably going to be kicking herself for weeks for losing what Natalie just gained, but Natalie couldn't care less. She set the bag in her passengers seat and started up the car. It wheezed to life and she drove the couple miles back towards Sandy Shores.

The sun had risen by the time she was nearing her destination, the morning sun promising another scorcher. She pulled into Trevor's dirt driveway and killed the engine. His Bodhi was haphazardly parked outside, some of his wire fencing mangled under the front tires.

She shook her head and tsked to herself softly, heading up the porch and through the always unlocked front door. Trevor sat inside, looking drunk and bitter, standing the moment she walked in. He wiped the residue of his beer off the thick stubble on his chin, "Where were you?"

Natalie gave him an even look, not willing to deal with his sour mood when she was coming down, "It's nice to see you too, Trevor."

He had a grimace on his face, stepping closer to her, invading her space. His voice was harsh, making her wince slightly, "Don't sass me."

She gave a heavy sigh, removing her wig and setting it on the counter before turning to face him, "Trevor, I'm here now, and I'm very tired. Can we talk about this later."

Natalie turned towards his bedroom, but he blocked her path. She saw his hand was tight on his empty beer bottle, any tighter and it would surely break in his fist, "Who were you with?" He demanded, his voice getting louder.

She did her best to remain calm, not wanting to escalate the situation any more than it already was, "I was selling, like you told me to." She paused for a moment, having to think exactly why he was so mad, "What do you think I was doing?"

He scoffed, "Who knows! I mean, when my girl is out all night looking like that anything can happen." She would be flattered by the off comment if he wasn't currently yelling at her. His hand snaked onto her chin in a flash, forcing her to look him in the eye. His eyes bore into hers, watching her for a second, "You're fucking high. We're you stealing from me?" He accused.

She jerked her head away, taking a step back, "I'd never steal from you, I'm not stupid, Trevor! Jesus, some girl offered me a little something and I tried it out. No big fucking deal." If he was going to be acting like that she would be better off crashing at her own place. She reached for the backpack from her shoulder and shoved it into his hand, "Here, I made a couple thousand. Call me when you're done being a dick."

She turned back to the front door, ready to make her leave before Trev spoke up again, "Wait."

She groaned, sounding childish before turning once again, "What?"

He didn't look so pissed off now, "You made all this?"

She shrugged slightly, crossing her arms over her chest, looking far less in a good mood since the beginning of this conversation, "I told you I would."

Trevor didn't seem so pissed now, but then again, money had that effect on people. He tossed the backpack to the couch and moved closer to her, leaning down and kissing her.

If that was his sign that he wasn't mad at her anymore, then she accepted it, glad she could diffuse that bomb. She kissed him back, letting her stress leave her body, she pulled apart after a moment, "Can I sleep now?"

He looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her chest, letting out a faint hum of enjoyment, "No, not yet."

She whined, but still let him wrap his muscled arms around her waist and pull her closer, "Trev, I'm tired."

He leaned down and kissed her, he cursed her for being so short, "You're always tired."

She smiled a little, kissing him back, "I don't know what to tell you, babe."

Natalie couldn't really fight it anymore, not that she wanted to. As appealing as falling asleep was to her, Trevor was a bit more interesting. Before they could get the ball rolling, she lead him to his bedroom.

He smirked as both of them fell on the bed, Trevor hovering over her, "You better not fall asleep on me."

She had her arms around his neck, bringing him closer, "I wouldn't dream of it."

Trev apparently didn't want to talk much more than that, his hands were already on her shirt, pulling it off of her in seconds. He thanked the gods above she decided to go bra-less that day. He mouth lowered to the scar he once made on her neck, his mouth pressed hard against the scar tissue. She let out a soft breath, her fingers running though his hair and one of her legs snaking around his hips, so their crotches rubbed so pleasingly together.

Their lips were back together, Natalie regaining her energy from him. There was no such thing as gentle with Trevor and she loved that about him. Their lips pressed hard against each other, sure to leave bruising when they were done. Natalie's tongue lightly grazed his bottom lip, his entire body tensed up at that, a hand moving to roughly cup her breast.

Her chest arched into his hand, letting out a needy moan. She couldn't help but have her nails claw into his back as kisses turned to bites on her neck. He was more than pleaed to hear her whimpers and moans fill his ears like music. He wasted no time unbuttoning her shorts and jerking them off her legs, throwing them to the side. By the looks of it, she chose to go full commando that night and it only got him more riled up.

Trevor put his hand in between her legs and she all but squealed at the feel of his calloused hand pressed against her most sensitive area. She bit her lip to keep herself quiet, but let go of her kiss swollen bottom lip when his fingers pressed against her clit. She gasped and shivered, her hips almost instantly jerking upwards. He didn't stop when he got the reaction he wanted however, using two fingers to rub her in just the right way.

She panted softly, her hips rolling upwards to get more of the friction she just desperately wanted. She could feel his smile against her skin, excited to see her react so well to every simple touch he provided her.

He only stopped when he heard the words he wanted to hear. Her entire body was tense, her arms around him, holding onto him for dear life. He heard her desperate, needy whisper as he began to pump his two fingers inside her, "We need a condom."

Those were never too far away. She broke contact him for a few painful seconds, rolling over on her stomach and grabbing an wrapped condom off the floor. She reached back and handed it over to him, prompting him to get her from behind. He preferred seeing her back when he was drilling into her anyways, it allowed him to get a good look and hold of her ass while his other hand knotted into her hair, which was one of his favorite parts about her.

He took the condom from her and undid his zipper, his hard-on springing free. He slid the condom it onto his length like he had a thousand times before, grabbing her hips to get a good hold of her as he positioned his head right at her entrance. She raised her rear up a bit and felt every bit as his cock slid fully into her.

"Ooh, fuck." Trevor hissed through his teeth as the wet, warm feeling wrapped around his shaft.

She let out a soft, breathy moan as he thrust into her at an even pace, feeling every inch of him inside her. Natalie's whole body ignited with blinding want as he seemed to press deeper and deeper into her and he was edging near the same feeling.

Natalie's hands balled to fists and gripped tightly into the bedsheets underneath their sweating and hot bodies. She was moaning and whimpering, cursing the feeling of bliss her was supplying her. One had was tight on her hip, bringing her closer as her rutted into his, his hips smacking loudly into her rounded rear. His breath came uneven and heavy, feeling her tighten around his shaft as he hit her sweet spot just right.

Trevor felt her hips rock back against him in a greedy attempt for more. He gave her just what she needed, his fingers gripping tighter into her skin, gritting his teeth as we pounded into her unevenly as he was nearing his climax.

He would be damned if he came before her, though. Reaching down and grabbing tight into her hair, forcing her deeper on his cock. She cried out at the pure ecstasy, almost unable to breath it felt to good. She was drawing closer to her own orgasm when she felt his hand slide back down to her core, fingering her as her pressed into her. She soon found release, her orgasm fueling blissful shock waves to resonate through her.

She was gripping onto his cock tightly as she came, it was enough to drive him over the edge, giving one last final buck into her before he came hard, legs trembling. He couldn't hold himself up for long, flopping on the bed beside, trying his hardest to catch her breath as she did the same. Her body relaxed totally, unable to even keep her eyes open by then. She hardly needed to worry about her insomnia since dating Trevor, he wore her out plenty.

Natalie heard him sit up, taking off the condom and tossing it in the waste bin, "I'm leaving tonight for Los Santos."

He frequently did, having business there as she understood it. However she didn't like him being there. His home base was a rather sleazy strip club, and while she had faith in him not to go screwing around with anyone else, she still wasn't entirely fond of the idea of him being up close and personal with half naked girls, "I'm coming with you." Was all she could mumble out.

He didn't argue with her, leaning down and pecking her before getting back up to surely get lit again.