The enigmatic beauty stood before a large window that provided a view of the party happening below. The tinted window let muted light staccato the room. I couldn't hear the music, but I could feel the thump of the bass in the soles of my feet and on the hairs on the back of my neck.
I crossed to her and she finally spoke. In an unnervingly delicate French accent, my hostess asked if I'd like a drink.
"Please." I tried to rumble sexily, but only succeeded in sounded conjested I thought. Without asking what I'd like, she swayed across the room to a stainless and glass bar and delicately picked up a wine glass that rang like an angel's bell when it clinked up against another glass as she raised it.
I turned to the scene playing out below me. I found Dirt and Maya still surfing their buzz in the big chair in which I'd left them. The pirate already off delivery his booty to the next happy recipient. "Avast ye scurvy dawg. Care to have your timbers shivered? Prepare to be boarded."
More and more partyers were falling out. Lounging and surfing. I noticed more pirates.........not people dressed as pirates necassarily, but all delivery their ill gotten gain....their ill boughtten booty. Some were pretty women in lingerie, some pretty girls leatherclad, one guy in a gimp mask, some dressed in late club kid, one nude man with a huge dangling cock being led around on a leash by a small Asian man wearing antique surgeon regalia. But all delivery seemingly free H to the masses.
"My name is Marie," she breathed huskily as she delivered my drink. A large goblet like wine glass only about a third full of a deep red wine. Pretending to know what I was doing, I stuck my nose into the glass, the opposite rim covering my eyes, and inhaled deeply the vapors of the dark red liquid. I smelled fruit, wood, clove and something I couldn't quite identify. Something rich and tangy....metallic. As I tilted my head back enjoying the "bouquet", the room tilted and swam. I had to step quick not to fall down. As I stood, feet splayed, and arms out, balancing, Marie said "Careful Thomas, that is a particulary strong and well aged vintage. One to be sipped...savored.....studied and enjoyed. Do you know wines?"
"No," I said. "I know what I like." And sipped the intoxicating liquid thinking that was the first time since my mom went nuts and killed herself, my dad and his floosie, that anyone had calld me Thomas.
It was warm, and thicker than I expected. It was beautiful in my mouth. Velvety, sending metallicy electrical jolts down the sides of my tongue. I let the wine slide down my throat and felt immediately flushed and heady. The lights behind my closed eyelids danced in ancient geometrical designs and four dimensional flowery starbursts.
She let a soft purry moan escape her full lips and glided toward me. Her hand found mine and gently guided my glass to my lips. Keeping it inclined, she insisted I disregard her earlier advice and I drained the glass. My vision narrowed, my pulse raced and roared in my ears and a fire like a gas explosion in slow motion spread through me.
When I woke I was lying on a thick fur rug from some animal I didn't recognize right yet, my head laying in Marie's lap as she massaged my temples, her timeless dark eyes holding mine through their fog.
"Why don't you do the free Heroin?" Marie wanted to know.
"I'd like it too much," I tell her. "Hell, I like that wine too much.......is there H in it?" I blurt, suddenly fearful they're trying to get me junked up.
"No. No heroin Thomas," she assures me in that delightful accent that washes over me bringing comfort and security in it's ebb.
"You know my name," I say as it occurs to me. I watch her sensuous lips form the words, "Maya has told us much about you mon cherie. You have been the subject of much debate in these circles these past few months.
"Why so?" I need to know.
"We've been looking for you...or rather someone like you, for some time now."
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