A/N: Warning this chapter has severe drug use. I do not own the characters as they belong to Stephenie Meyer, but the idea is mine.

Chapter 4

I wake up every morning
Jonesing for her love
The girl with golden eyes
I won't have to wait long
'Til she buries me with roses
'Cause she's always by my side

-Girl with Golden Eyes by Nikki Sixx

E. (Cullen)

When we finally got to the hotel, the sun was just breaking over the horizon, and my ass was fucking exhausted. I didn't care what happened to anyone at this point, as my body just wanted a fuckin' hot shower, because my ass stunk, and a big ass bed to sprawl and pass out in. My insides were begging for some Golden Girl. I was starting to feel waves of nausea from not having the shit, and Snow Queen only numbed the ache. Jane had better be in the car with Rosie and Alice. If not, I'm done with her. Hell, I need to be done with her anyway. She always smelled like dead fish.

Carlisle once again booked us in a crème de la crème fuckin' hotel. Everything felt so comfortable and homey with the exception of the marble flooring. My moment of enjoying the surroundings was ruined within seconds of stepping into the lobby. That shrill voice echoed off the walls and shot like a bullet from a gun into my eardrums. Goddamn Jane, she was here too fucking early, too early for me to have to deal with her. I hoped to have Jane shipped out of here by the time the show starts tonight, but she had what we needed, especially what I needed. Emmett and Jasper looked too damn happy this early in the morning. Like always, Jacob didn't say shit. He never said shit, unless he was drunk, high or just had something on his mind. My heart started racing in my chest when I heard the front desk chick tell my dad that the guest had already arrived and settled into the room. I knew it was the massage therapist.

Jane slinked over to me. She had become too fucking thin and looked worse than ever. Her Blondie t-shirt, which she cut the arms out of, was literally falling of her. I could almost see the mosquito bite things she calls tits and her jeans were sagging in the back, because her ass was caving in. I needed this train wreck out of my life. I could figure out another way to get my shit from Aro.

"There's my man. Have you missed me, baby?" she whined nasally.

"Not really, but I have missed your father's supplies, though," I said while I yawned.

"Oh baby, you're tired. Let mama here take care of you. I got the cure right here in my bag," she whispered in my ear, as she wrapped her arms around my waist.

I tried to hold back my repulsion.

Carlisle looked over at me, narrowed his eyes at Jane, and snarled. My father actually snarled like a goddamn pit bull. He hated Jane as much as I hated her. He was in front of us with two strides. If he could have shot laser beams out of his pupils, Jane would've been dead.

"Jane," he managed to say through clenched teeth.

"Good morning, Carlisle. I have the goods in my bag." My father pulled her away by her boney left arm to a corner, where he opened a black backpack and watched as Jane dumped the goods into it. When they finished, he walked back over to me.

"I want you to get some food and some sleep before touching any of this shit. Deal?" he asked with a cocked left brow.

"That's where I'm headed anyways, Dad," I shot back. He gave one last look over at Jane and turned around to walk towards the elevators.

"Hey baby, he didn't take everything." Jane had a baggy of shit that looked like brown sugar. I just gave her a crooked smile and walked towards the elevators with my left arm around her neck.

The very first thing I did when I walked into the room was close the damn curtains. Once I was done with Golden Girl, I wanted complete darkness. I didn't even want to take time scoping out the room; none of that mattered except the brown power in that little plastic baggy. My bags were dropped on the floor beside the bathroom as were Jane's, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed with an unopened package of insulin needles, a rubber tourniquet, diffuser dish, bottle of water and a candle. She was waiting for me so I could set everything up. I never let her fix up the Golden Girl.

I took my shirt and jeans off and threw them over a chair at the table by the TV, leaving on only my socks. My dick was half-hard. I didn't know if it was from the sight of Golden Girl or for some sick fucked up reason….Jane. She was looking at me with anticipation, almost as if she wanted it more than me. However, I was dying for a shower.

After I showered and dried my body off, I walked over to the bed and lightly sat down on the mattress. Jane handed me the diffuser with the bottled water and watched me place the items on the nightstand. The position was beginning to be awkward on the bed, so I kneeled by the nightstand. With my right hand, I uncapped the bottled water, using the cap as a measuring cup and poured the water into it, which went into the diffuser dish.

I reached over to Jane and she dropped the plastic bag in my hand. I gazed at the brown sandy substance with complete adoration. How I have missed Golden Girl.

"How much is in here?" I asked her.

"66 mgs."

"Shit, that's only enough for me. Do you have another baggy for yourself?" She nodded her head.

I slowly opened the bag, poured the heroin into the diffuser dish, and threw the baggy on the floor. Jane handed me a metal spoon and I used it to mix up the concoction. I grabbed a lighter, lit the candle, and placed it under the diffuser dish. I watched as my Golden Girl was born.

After she liquefied, I opened the insulin syringe package. I drew in the liquid until most of it was in the syringe. I carefully placed the syringe on the table. I saw an alcohol cloth packet and tore it open to have it ready. I tied the tourniquet above the crook of my right elbow and started pumping my fist until a fat vein plumped up. A big grin crept across my face.

Immediately, I took the alcohol wipe and sanitized the area in the crook of my elbow. After that was done, I grabbed the syringe and placed it flat against my skin, going down the length of the vein. I slowly inserted the needle, pulled back a bit on the plunger, and saw a decent flow of blood coming in, signaling I had hit the vein. With painstaking slowness, I pushed the plunger down, slowly letting Golden Girl invade my body. Within no time, I was flying and could only move to the bed since I was on it anyway. The euphoria was the same each time. I was numb and relaxed.

I was riding a huge, all over body high. My eyes closed as my mind drifted into another world. Visions of faeries and pixies danced around; all were female and naked; their little, lithe bodies glowed iridescently. One of them came over and took the needle out of my arm, still leaving the trail of blood on my arm. I watched as it pooled in the palm of my hand and slid down the side of my thigh. She looked as if she was cleaning something up and throwing away the contents of my room, but I didn't fucking care. Once she finished cleaning, she started doing what I had just done, but she sterilized things before she got her hit.

My faerie curled up into my side, running her nose along the contours of my chest muscles, lightly flicking her tongue on my nipple. Her little hand was rubbing my dick at an erratic pace of quick and slow, quick and slow. I honestly couldn't believe my dick was even hard, but there it was. She looked like she was floating and hovering above my body, as she slid her wet pussy onto my dick. Somehow, my brain registered the condom when she came up in mid stride.

My mind was in and out of consciousness, seeing flashes of her tits bouncing and her head thrown back as her shrill screams rattled my eardrums. I felt the tightening down below and I knew I was about to cum. The last thing I remember was my mouth screaming into the pillow.

Something jingle-like was going off in the background when I woke up. I didn't know if it was the TV or a cell. Honestly, I didn't fucking care. I cracked my eyelids open and saw a somewhat dark room. There was a slight soreness to my arm, so I looked down and saw a dried trail of blood down my arm, thigh and in my hand. Somehow, in the midst of the afterglow of Golden Girl, my stomach was able to grumble from lack of food. A wave of nausea slammed into me like a wrecking ball and the smell of Jane wasn't helping matters.

I ran as fast I could to the toilet and barely made it before I started throwing up yellow bile. When my stomach was no longer retching bile, I started having fucking dry heaves. I knew I needed to break up with them, Jane and Golden Girl, but I would drop Jane before Golden Girl. With my hands gripping the wall for support, I pulled myself up from the bathroom floor, walked over to the sink, turned the water on. I filled my mouth, swished the water around, and spat it out.

I found my toothbrush in my bags lying outside the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and wiped my hands and mouth on the hand towel that sat beside the sink. My eyes kept going back to the dried blood on my right arm and I knew I had to clean that shit up.

There was a white washcloth hanging up with the towels above the toilet, so I walked over and grabbed it. I pulled apart the wrapper on the little bar of soap the hotel supplied, lathered up the washcloth, and started scrubbing my arm, thigh, and hand. It took several scrubbings to get off most of the blood. I rummaged around in my bag, found the box of band-aids, and took one out to cover the needle mark. My stomach rumbled again and then radiated pain…I needed food, badly.

Today was going to be the end of my attachment to the lump that lay comatose in the bed, with its gangly limbs hanging off the side. Lifeless blond hair hung over its gaunt face, covering the soulless black holes that were wrongly called eyes. I walked over, moved a few strands of limp hair out of the way, looked down at the parted, pale chapped lips, and watched as drool flowed out of her mouth.

"This stable friend and the beasts of his zoo; wild, haired chicks each color connects to create the boat which rocks the race," I softly whispered a stanza from Jim Morrison's "Lament for the Death of My Cock" poem. I looked down at the girl, who incorrectly thought she was my muse. She never even amounted to any sort of inspiration for me.

No longer having the patience to fucking tolerate the pain in my abdomen or to breathe the same air as the vile creature sleeping on the bed, I threw on the cleanest jeans I could find, an old Motley Cure shirt and my black Docs. I grabbed my phone, my wallet, and room key and walked out the door into the hallway. I was just two rooms down from my father and Bella. My curiosity was starting to get the best of me. My eyes needed to see her; my body needed to sense her. I shook the thought from my head and walked down to the elevator.

I didn't have to wait long for the elevator as it was already there. That did not happen too damn often. I guess today was my lucky day. My body was still feeling the fuzzy numbness from earlier this morning, calming me almost. Another grumbling and a piercing pain shot through my stomach. I knew there was a restaurant in the hotel that served breakfast called Mez on Broadway.

The elevator door opened to the restaurant, and as I stepped out, a pretty, red-haired girl named Brook greeted me. She lowered her face, looked up at me through her eyelashes, and gave a playful smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Masen, where would you like to sit?"

I looked around the room and saw Emmett sitting at a table situated in a bay window, alone. I nodded over towards him, so she took a menu and asked me to follow her, which gave me a great view of her ass. I had to fight my right hand from reaching out and grabbing it.

Emmett looked up from his phone as he heard us walk over and gave me a big cheesy grin. I smacked him on the back and took the seat across from him. Brook gave me one last smile, placed the menu down in front of me, and turned to walk away; purposely swaying her hips, knowing I would be watching. Emmett's laugh broke my gaze and I turned my head to him. We both smirked.

"How are you this morning, my…lovely brother?"

"Could any hell be more horrible than now and real?" I mumbled another line from Jim Morrison's "Lament for the Death of My Cock."

"That's bad that you're quoting Jim Morrison poetry" he looked up from taking a sip of his coffee.

"I pressed her thigh and death smiled," I quoted Jim Morrison's "Lament" again.

He sighed and placed his coffee mug down.

"We all keep wondering when you're going to give her the walking papers. Honestly, the pussy from that can't be any good. Rosie says Jane constantly smells like fish and she can't go for more than two hours without wanting to snort up coke, and it doesn't matter where she is. I think Dad needs to have a serious talk with Aro, but he's not going to do it until he has a confirmation from you."

"Today is the final day. I'm tired of her neediness. I'm also tired of sharing my goods. Furthermore, I'm tired of her fucking me every time Golden Girl takes over me. I can't enjoy the sweet invasion like I want. So what did Rosie and you do after all of us left?" I asked as a waitress sat down a glass of water.

Emmett waited until the waitress left before talking.

"We did a few lines, shared half a bottle of Jager, and fucked for about an hour. I'm surprised I'm even awake right now, but my stomach woke me up."

"Doesn't it always?" I joked as I sipped my water, which tasted like absolute bliss.

Our waitress, Christine, finally came back to our table. She was cute with full round tits, rounded hips and ass, and long brown hair that hung midway down her back. Her smile reached her evergreen eyes, as she asked me what I wanted to eat. I could have ordered the entire fucking menu, but decided on French toast, eggs and bacon. Emmett ordered pancakes, sausage, bacon, eggs, and a buttered English muffin.

Emmett was texting someone on his phone as we sat in silence and waited on our food. It was a Sunday morning and the streets weren't crowded since most people were in church. A few people were getting their morning exercise by running or biking; a few others were getting their morning coffee and sitting outside the coffee shop reading the Sunday paper. How simple their lives looked. I can't remember ever experiencing that kind of simplicity. Did I even want simplicity? I thought for a few minutes. No. I wouldn't want simplicity. Being simple makes you boring, and that is something I never wanted to be. I feared it just as I feared….

"Ok, Boys, here is your food." Christine interrupted my thoughts with several plates of food.

If my dick were hard, I would have come from the sheer enjoyment of the French toast. I couldn't remember when I last ate good food, but I remember what the food was, as I always did. My last decent meal, besides the usual fast food shit, had been steak, baked potato, salad and steamed mixed vegetables. Emmett looked like a fuckin' king across from me with several plates of food surrounding him, but he needed all that shit. He worked out constantly. We all did, but not like Emmett. He was close to body builder status. I had the build more like a baseball player, muscular and toned, but nowhere near as bulky as Emmett. Jasper looked more like a soccer player- tall, muscled, and lean. Jake was another one that was bordering on body builder status.

Jake used to be very tight with all of us, drank beer, alcohol…whatever we had. He was never one for the hard shit, like coke or heroin, but he'd join in on smoking a joint. Now, he kept mainly to himself, except for when it came time for shows, recording music, and the occasional bullshit talks on the bus in between cities if he wasn't too tired. I actually missed him, even though we lived in the same small, confined space of the bus.

Emmett was talking about wanting to get to the club early so we could have a rehearsal. There were songs he wanted to smooth out. I nodded my head in agreement, pulled my phone out and texted Dad about what the plan was. Emmett was already texting Jasper and Jake. Soon, I would have to get back up to the room and wake up the nightmare.

"Hey Em, I have to get back up to the room and get that thing awake so we can try to be on time. Here's a twenty to cover my portion of the meal." I pulled a twenty from my wallet. He waved his hand away from the money and winked.

"I got it, Bro. No worry." He got up from the table, walked around, and put his arms around me. I surprised myself and hugged him back. We pulled apart and gave each other that brotherly smirk. As I walked back towards the elevator, I gave Brook a light kiss on the cheek and a crooked smile. An exquisite blush of red bloomed upon her face.

The sound of rushing water greeted me as I entered the hotel room and saw the empty bed. Thankfully, I wasn't going to have to wake the beast up, but now I dreaded seeing it naked. Her clothes were laid out on the bed, some light blue summer dress and what looked like white leggings. I rolled my eyes; she was trying to make herself pretty for me. Jane used to be a very pretty girl, but now she looked more like an addict than I did.

She was getting the pink slip tonight after the show. I pulled my phone out and texted my dad to give him the go ahead on talking to Aro. The water shut off and I heard the shower door open. Sounds of water sopping the floor were like nails on a chalkboard; I hated a wet bathroom floor. Jane padded into the room with a white, fluffy towel hanging from her body and one wrapped around her head. I cleared my throat in annoyance.

My eardrums almost ruptured from the shrill shriek she released the moment she heard me. She turned around with a stunned look in her eyes and dropped the towel on the floor, giving me a clear look at her skeletal form. A dog after having puppies had more tits than Jane did.

"You bastard, you scared the hell out of me!" she squeaked like a mouse.

"Get dressed, now!" I ordered. I was in no mood to deal with her.

"What's the rush, Babe?" she asked, as she slipped on her bra and panties.

"We're leaving for the club early."

"I haven't had breakfast yet," she whined.

"It's going on lunch time, get lunch," I barked. My muscles were hurting me, actually my entire back was screaming at me. I was going to keep my promise of being the first on Bella's massage table.

Jane slipped her hand inside her bag, pulled out another bag of Golden Girl, and walked over to me. She looked like she was wearing a bag as her clothes hung off her.

"This is the last of the stash in my purse. I'll give it to you on one condition: you let me blow you right now," she purred.

My raised my left brow as I scowled. I snatched the bag out of her hand before she had time to register what I had done.

"Don't ever taunt me. Do you understand?" I growled. Jane's eyes bugged with fright as she nodded her head. She knew her days were numbered.

Jane brushed her hair out and then brushed her teeth. She was trying to stall. I stood at the end of the bed with my arms crossed over my chest, glaring daggers into the back of her head, while hoping she would drop dead. I would never physically harm her, as I would never physically harm any girl, but this particular one pushed every goddamn button I had.

"Hurry the fuck up! There's no one that is impressed by your face or your sense of fashion."

"One day….Cullen, you're going to love me," Jane whined.

I tried, fuck did I try to keep from laughing in the girl's face, but that had to be some of the funniest shit I'd heard in a long time. Once my laughing fit subsided, I yanked her by the arm and pulled her towards the door when I looked back at her.

"Get your bags. You will not be returning here tonight after the show." She gasped and went to argue until she saw my face. Jane pulled away my hold and quickly packed the few items she had brought with her. She was going to pack the diffuser but I stopped her.

"Get yourself another one." A heavy sigh escaped her lips as tears started falling. Any proper gentleman would have wiped them away, but I just didn't care.

"We need to get going, NOW!"

Everyone was waiting downstairs. Rosie and Alice were huddled together, murmuring in low tones. Emmett, Jasper, Jake, and my father stood grouped together. Jane started to walk over to the other girls, but I tightened my grip on her arm. Carlisle smiled up at me and patted my back when I walked up beside him.

"Son, how are you doing today?" he almost chirped.

"I'll be better once the trash is taken out and done away with," I sneered.

Carlisle glanced over at Jane and laughed under his breath.

"Would I be stupid to assume that plans are under way to remove the trash?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Plans are definitely under way," Carlisle answered happily. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to someone.

"Bella will be down in a moment. She's a lovely girl-intelligent, beautiful, and pleasant."

Everyone looked up at me, waiting to see my reaction. I honestly didn't have one. I would have to judge when Bella arrived. The girls walked over to Emmett and Jasper and encircled their arms around their waists. Jane started to do the same and then felt me stiffen up; it was a warning to her. I glanced back at my father, as he looked over towards the elevators and motioned for someone to join us. We all turned around.

Standing by a column near the elevators, was the most innocent, sweet, and like my father said, beautiful girl I had ever seen. I was stunned. My mouth was salivating and I had to swallow as she walked closer to us. Her eyes moved to each of our faces and back to mine, then cutting them sharply back to my father's face. He started introducing her, and when he got to me, I could only nod my head at her. Immediately, I hated my actions. I saw "asshole" written in her expression. Jane's waif body had stiffened upon Bella's arrival. I knew this was not going to be good.

Carlisle looked down at his watch as I started walking towards the lobby door. Everyone followed behind me. We all filed out rather quickly and I saw three taxis lined up, waiting for us. Rosie, Emmett, Jasper, and Alice made way for the first one, giving Jacob, Jane and me the second.

I entered the taxi last and instantly thought of the girl from the other night behind the dumpster. I didn't want stories getting back to Bella that were untrue. Jane gave me a scowl as I got out of the taxi and walked over to my father. He cocked an eyebrow at me.

"Yes, Son, what is it? Anything I can do for you?"

"Yeah, um, Dad…it's about that girl last night? The one that you said looked under age…Well, I did see her buying drinks at the bar. I don't know if that will make you feel better, but I will start asking for their ID's from now on."

He looked at me, as if I was someone else; and then a smile that told me he was proud, spread across his face.

"Thanks, son."

I nodded at him and then ducked down to see Bella sitting in the taxi looking confused and wide eyed. I tried to gage her expression but got nothing. So I turned around and got back in the taxi next to Jane, who even after showering still smelled like fish.

Whatever my father was telling Bella, I wasn't worried. He knew I was an arrogant asshole but I still had feelings, at times. I heard Jacob smirking and looked over at him.

"What's so funny, quiet man?"

"She's either going to be running for the hills or get intrigued and want to venture more into our lifestyle. Bella is innocent and a bit naïve. I can't believe her father is letting her do this."

"You know her father?"

"Yeah, I do. Her father and my father are very close. I haven't really talked to her much over the years, but she's a nice girl."

"Who's her father back in Forks?" I was intently interested.

"Police Chief Charlie Swan."

Oh shit….Chief Swan's daughter is our massage therapist. That made things even more interesting. I was going to have to play this as it went along.

Those khaki shorts showed off her legs beautifully and the simple white cotton shirt accentuated her waist and tits, showing the curve of each in just the right way. Those pink full lips against her perfect, porcelain skin made her almond shaped brown eyes stand out. Her eyes looked like the pools of chocolate at the Hershey chocolate factory. Warm and sweet, that's the impression I got from Bella Swan.

Our ride to the club was silent for the remainder of the route from the hotel, which wasn't far. I enjoyed playing at the Dixie Tavern, a little smaller venue than what we normally play in, but it had a good atmosphere…and lots of hot pussy. God, how can I be thinking about Bella one minute and then fucking other girls the next? How mentally fucked up was I?

We pulled around back to where our bus was. I could tell everyone was antsy to get on. Once all the cars stopped, the doors opened and everyone flew to the damn bus, with the exception of me. I stayed behind. When I was out, I walked over to my dad's taxi and opened the door, just as my dad was zipping up his laptop bag.

"Thank you, Son."

"Sure, no problem…Dad."

Carlisle opened his door and went to pay all three taxis their fees, while I stood staring at Bella. I sensed she felt like a caged animal, so I moved aside for her to get out. She looked surprised, as I didn't start moving towards the bus. She seemed so timid and innocent. I had to keep my promise I made to her in the text message.

When I felt she wasn't going to run away, I leaned closer to her right side, and started inhaling her scent. Good god….she smelled like vanilla, vanilla frosting to be exact. I pulled myself upright again and stared deeply into her eyes. My mouth was twitching from wanting to bend down and kiss her perfect pink full lips. I had to get another intake of her scent, so I leaned down again. My breath was slowly exhaling on her skin just behind her right ear. I wanted a taste more than anything, so I slowly grazed my tongue along her jaw, just under her ear and blew softly on the spot. Her skin was smooth like silk and I felt her quiver.

I slowly raised my lips to her earlobe and took in some air before I whispered, "I'm going to give you an hour to get everything you need set up, and then you're going to massage me for two straight hours. I can't exactly promise I'll be on my best behavior. I'll try my best, but my best isn't always successful."

I meant every word. I wanted to be as clear minded as I possibly could during that massage. I wanted nothing hinder the feeling of her hands massaging my body. Her breath hitched and I was getting off on her reaction. I raised my hand and grazed my fingertips on the back of her arm. She wasn't saying anything, so I pulled away and started for the bus.

Once inside, I smelled the aroma of pot. Everyone was getting high, including Jake. Jane sat in the far corner at the front of the bus staring out the window. I looked to see what her gaze had targeted, which only me pissed off. She didn't see me as I walked up to her and grabbed her wrist. She let out a little yelp.

"Don't even think about talking to her. You're not even worthy to be in her presence. Leave her alone." Her eyes were wide with confusion, but she knew better than to question me. She knew this was the last time she would ever spend with me.

After about thirty minutes, Carlisle came on and made his way back to the lounge where I was. I was leaning back against the wall, drinking a Mountain Dew while listening to Kings of Leon. He gave me a quizzical look, most likely surprised that I wasn't drinking. I've gotten massages before and I knew it wasn't good to drink alcohol before getting one.

"Son, I'm surprised you're not nursing a bottle of Jack or a beer. Is there any special occasion?"

"Yes. I'm getting Bella to massage me for two hours. My body is in knots and aching everywhere." He narrowed his eyes at me in response.

"Don't go taking advantage of her or overworking her. I've been meaning to address that. She is not a whipping horse. She has set times she will be working. When those times have ended, she does no more massages; she's free to do whatever she wants. I want this to be fun for her, as much as it can be."

"I just wanted to be the first one she massages," I said with a smile.

"Do not corrupt her, if you can help it. Most likely by the time you get back, Jane will be gone." I had nothing to say except to give him a high five.

I finished my soda and threw it in the trash. Everyone up front was in a bullshitting conversation. It was nothing I cared to take part in. When I stepped off the bus, there was a light breeze and an overcast sky, which was nothing new for the Pacific Northwest. I closed my eyes as I remembered her smell, vanilla-frosting spread across porcelain. I had to stop procrastinating and get moving; I only had about 10 minutes until it was time for the massage, and I wanted to be early.

The back of the club was surprisingly quiet, but it was still early. There was a light coming from a room on the right and some shuffling noises filtered out. I walked up to the open door and found Bella sitting on the floor by her massage table, with her head leaned against the wall looking up at the ceiling. I gave a knock and her head snapped over in my direction.

"Hey, I'm here early. I wanted to take some time to talk with you"

"Hi…Cullen. I was just waiting for you. Come in and close the door, please."

I walked in, closed to door behind me, and stood in front of her, which caused her breath to stop in mid intake from me standing. I so needed to pull in my reins. The room was filled with that scent of vanilla frosting, and my jeans were becoming a little tight in the crotch area. Bella cleared her throat and asked a question I knew she didn't mean anything by.

"So, um…how hard do you like it?"

"How hard can you give it?" I replied with a smirk.

"As hard as you want it without causing too much pain."

"A little pain isn't that bad. How hard do you like it?"

"Um, here is an intake form for you to fill out. I'll just wait for you to finish." Bella answered as she fumbled with the clipboard.

I took the clipboard from her and looked at the questions: is this my first massage: no. Have I had any injuries within the past six months: no. Do I have any cuts, scrapes, or bruises: bruises on my arms. Have you had any surgeries in the past six months: no. Where are you having problems at: my cock, scratch that, all over. There was a list of ailments ranging from diabetes to pregnancy. No ailments. I took drugs, but she didn't need to know that, just yet.

I handed back the clipboard. She looked over it and seemed pleased with what was on it. She placed it on a small table that was in a corner and turned back around to me.

"Well, just undress to your comfort level, get underneath the sheets, and lie face down for me. Do you have any questions for me?" she asked as turned on some relaxing music.

"None."

"Well, I'll see you in a few minutes."

As Bella slowly walked to the door and grabbed the knob, I stroked the side of her left hand, and whispered, "I can't wait to have your hands on my body."

She opened her mouth to answer, but she opened the door and stepped out. I'm going to have to take this slow, but I am not going to stop doing what I love…my Golden Girl.

Lines Cullen spoke are from Jim Morrison's poem "Lament for the Death of My Cock" from 'The American Night'