Curiosity kills the Cat, Does Satisfaction Bring it Back?((Mr QuixoticXAmybeth))

Alexa had been the bane of her parent’s existence for a few years now, or so it felt to her. With the onset of puberty Alexa had slowly become less and less satisfied with the humdrum buzz of upper middle class suburbia. Alexa had been raised under the oppressive weight of obedience, modesty and decorum. Her father had been on the city council since she was a little girl. He had had dreams of greatness when she was younger, governor, senator maybe even higher but he had never risen above their boring suburb. Alexa wasn’t her sweet docile mother or her proud and responsible father, and years of being forced into their mold had built a tension in here that felt as if it would rip her at her very seams. She felt a constant want, need to experience things, exciting things. When it had started in middle school her parents had hoped it was just a phase, every kid goes through it right? It was never anything normal parents would be overly concerned with, sleeping over a friend’s house, dancing in the mirror to music, talking with boys. But this simply would not do for the Havernhil family. Outgoing happy Alexa found her self regressing inside herself just to avoid confrontation with her parents. She seemed to drift through high school never being allowed to differentiate herself from the identity of her parents.

Her father would only pay for her tuition if she agreed to go to the local community college and stay at home. And since she had never been allowed to have a job through high school she was left with no other options. Alexa did get more freedom going to school even if she had to go home at the end of the day, and for once she relaxed and caught her breath. The teachers here were not friends or council members with her father, very few of her high school classmates had stayed for college most of them leaving to exciting corners of the country leaving Alexa behind. She didn’t mind though with them gone she was free to shed the facade of demur responsibility. She slouched in classes and talked to the kids that smoked cigarettes and eventually she felt everything she had missed, all the angst she had not been allowed to express all the mistake making she wasn’t allowed to make crash upon her. No matter how much she tried no matter what she did she could not satiate the feeling in her pit. She had skipped classes one day to go off with a couple of the kids who were too wild to have gotten the grades to go away for school. They took her to a smoky bar, which was filled with people even in the middle of the day. And from there the regression, or progression depending on your outlook, began. She couldn’t handle that there was so much she didn’t know or didn’t experience and it almost drove her to madness. And that feeling made her reckless.

Two years later she was finishing her degree, somehow managing to pass classes she only attended half the time, but college is like that, it’s all about the exam scores. But Alexa, or Lexi now did not hide her new found freedom from her parents any longer. Her mother almost fainted when she came home and there was a delicate thin hoop through her daughters left nostril and a sparkling stone in the top of her ear. Her father had roared at her when she had dyed her pretty auburn waves a dark almost black brown. She now dressed in ripped jeans and teeshirts. And her parents were in dismay they thought that they had dismantled this behavior ten years ago. Lexi even scared her self sometimes, the excitement of everything she was doing just led her to want more. She was chasing an unattainable high, an adrenaline high.

She dressed quickly this morning pulling on clean jeans over a pair of black lace panties that would make her poor mother faint. The jeans fit tight around her hips ass and legs but grew more relaxed at the bottom. She grabbed a band tee shirt she had cut to expose her arms and the top of her chest which was not incredibly large but she was gifted with at least a chest with a nice high shape. She grabbed a denim jacket and a black purse and skipped down the stairs. Her best girlfriend from school was taking her into the City for the whole day, they were meeting up with some friends of hers there and then later going to some underground party. She had thankfully missed her parents, thankfully they slept in on Saturday when they didn’t have to work or go to church. But she knew in a few hours she would be getting a frantic where are you phone call.

She met up with Devin, who was dressed similarly with a little more skin of her slightly fuller shape showing. “You ready, bitch?” She said linking Lexi’s arm as the got on the train that took them from Suburban New York State to the Big Apple. The train ride was about 45 minutes for them to which Devin when on endless rants about this government action, or some injustice, or this drug her friend tried, or some party ending somehow back on politics. Devin was a loudmouth, and extremely opinionated but she was fun exciting and had proved a good friend so far. “I wish we didn’t have to leave so early, I know, I get it your parents would never let you leave town if they were up. But what the fuck are we going to do for the next 4 hours.” Lexi shook her head at Devin’s easy annoyance “I don’t know Dev, get coffee, shop a little, maybe we can find some…uhh… stuff for tonight’s party.” She said winking at her. The idea of recreational drugs had Devin smiling “You? Little miss perfect want to play with the big boys and girls now?” She teased as Lex had been resistant to drugs other than a little weed for the past few months, it had always annoyed Devin for some reason.

Josh Kincaid was the apple of his family's eye, and big things were expected of him. The son of a Physician Father, and Nurse Mother, it had always been assumed that the young Josh would follow in his Father's footsteps, and enter the field of medicine. The teenage boy, with bright intelligence, had breezed through high-school, getting into a little trouble here and there - he'd always had a bit of a wild streak, something his parents put down to boredom, due to the classwork not being challenging enough -, but nothing major. Disrupting classes, smoking cigarettes, a little weed here and there.

During his senior year, his interests had turned more from the fields of biology, human anatomy, and medicine, to the sciences, particularly Chemistry. Josh had an innate knack for it, and his parents hadn't been too disappointed when he declared that, rather than enter medical school to train as a Doctor, he'd obtain his degree in pharmacology. It was still a well-respected, and well-remunerated field. Their eldest son was one to be proud of.

Ten years later, after being expelled in his Sophomore year without a degree, and subsequently disowned by his parents, Josh remained involved in pharmacology. The illegal kind. It started when he was a Junior, and only a few months in. The then eighteen year old had always loved a good-time, and found himself enjoying the extracurricular activities available at college much more than the classes. There was always a party to attend, liquor to be drunk, and weed to be smoked. The weed become pills, then cocaine. His use had just been recreational - Josh was smart enough to ensure he didn't become addicted -, however that still cost money, and he'd offered to put his chemical expertise to use for free supply.

That offer was accepted, and led to bigger and better things. Not too long after, he was running his own pharmaceutical supply company out of the dorms; keeping half the profit for himself, with the other half being sent to anonymous traffickers who supplied the narcotics. Well, supposedly half. With his knowledge, Josh managed to cut the product down, and increase the volume without reducing the effects. Those profits he kept for himself.

However, nothing lasts forever, and his business had become well-known, and jealousy set in. Someone snitched; he'd never discovered who; and retribution had been swift. His place at the school had been rescinded immediately, and he was escorted from the premises on the same day. The only bright light was that the College was a prestigious one, with a reputation to protect, and the authorities were not called in. However, his parents had been informed, and to say that their subsequent reunion did not go well, would be a gross understatement. Josh hadn't seen either of them for nine years, and they probably wouldn't have recognised him if they ran into each other on the street.

The once clean-cut, and angelic looking schoolboy had changed. He still retained his athletic six-foot, one inch, athletic frame, and piercing green eyes, but his dirty-blonde hair was now shaggy, and kept longer than his mother would have approved of, a silver earring pierced his left eyebrow, and a gold stud his left ear. A tattoo of the serpent in the Garden of Eden ran up his right forearm, and spread all the way across his shoulder blade on his back. Smaller, less obtrusive, tattoo's were placed on his left shoulder, and hip.

"Hey, it's Josh. The product ready?" Josh cradled the phone between neck and ear as he slipped on a black leather jacket over a short sleeve collarless white tee shirt, accompanied by Levi's and pair of Doc Marten's, and waited for his question to be affirmed, then advised that he'd be there in ten. Josh was only a small fish in a very big pond, however that was perfectly fine with him. It kept his business (mostly) away from the attentions of the Law, and major dealers, and what he made was more than enough to provide a comfortable lifestyle.

A smile lit up his face as he grabbed the keys to his luxurious inner-city New York apartment, then stepped out into the cool fresh air. It was time to meet his contact, then head over to his usual haunt - a seedy club named Pandora's, only a short distance from his residence, whose owner he'd known for almost a decade - to earn some cash. He could have had someone make the sales on his behalf, but Josh enjoyed the social aspect of doing it himself, and the free pussy which was always on offer. Not normally the type of girls you'd take home to meet your Mother, but occasionally you got a hot, little rich-bitch looking for some fun.

New York was chilly but the girls kept warm moving quickly from store to store. At lunch they met up with Devin’s friends, a young man who smiled quickly another who didn’t seem to smile and a girl who seemed like everything bored her. They all dressed similarly, in ripped denim and dark colors. The girl had dreadlocks that were died red and black at the ends and pulled on top of her head to fall down her back. Lexi thought it looked cool, but it wasn’t really her thing. These people were definitely the type to live exciting lives; Lexi had high hopes for the rest of the night. The girl who went by meadow, which made Lexi laugh with irony when looking at her face that glittered with multiple piercings and her unique hair. After some meaningless conversation the girls found out that this seedy club was a little more sexual then they had prepared for. Now thankful that they had come earlier enough to do some shopping, Lexi paying for Devin’s things on her father’s dime. Shopping was interesting, Meadow flicked through things as if she had never done anything less enjoyable. Devin was alight with excitement popping out of dressing rooms in dresses that seemed to get short and smaller with as they went. Devin had a heavy hand in picking Lexi’s clothes, but her foot came down when she picked out a crisscross cut out dress she wanted. After a few more stops they returned to the smiling man’s apartment to get ready, taking over his bedroom and bathroom. His places was small and old but surprisingly clean. Lexi’s dress was a dark burgundy color that clung to her thin fit form and looked good with her dark hair. The Shirt was shockingly short for Lexi and she found herself tugging at it, but at the top of the dress whas high necked, she smirked in the mirror, this was definitely more dangerous and adventurous then she usually was. Devin wore a similar dress in black that seemed even more risqué on her as her clearly larger chest. “Damn, Lex who knew you had an ass like that, you should dress like that more often, you look sexy as fuck.” Devin mentioned as Lexi turned in the mirror looking over her shoulder smiling, she wasn’t usually called sexy she was always cute, pretty and so one.

The three girls left the bedroom where they had spent too much time doing their hair and makeup to look like they had spent very little time on it. Both the men were sipping on cheap beer favored by the partying youth. Grumpy, which Lexi had named Brandon the smile-less one in her own head, gave them the up and down followed by a whistle. And Kyle, or Smiley in Lexi’s inner monologue got up and spun Devin around by the hand, before putting his arm over both Lexi and Meadows shoulders. “Damn you girls are going to have to beat em off with a stick.” He laughed at his own joke. “That’s your job Kyle, that’s why we are bringing you.” Devin teased gaining a dramatic pained expression from surprisingly both the men. “And here I thought you loved our fabulous company.” Grumpy actually joked. “Alright bitches lets get drunk and head out earlier in the night you can get deals on the booze and on the shit.” She winked. Each girls took a beer from the fridge. They sat around joking, Smiley teasing Lexi the most, teasing her about being a good girl still. Based on his knowledge if she wanted to be a bad girl like Dev she needed to be with a bad boy. “It’s the final step in the transformation, and my lady, you are looking and the nicest bad boy you will find.” He said twirling a lock of her hair around his finger. “Kyle, if she needs to fuck a bad boy to be bad, you’re the last person she should go for, you’re a puppy dog wrapped up in leather and denim, but still a puppy dog.” Devin teased. It was true but Lexi also new that her friend had her own eye on Smiley.

The cab pulled up to the club which seemed appropriately named “Pandora’s”. As Lexi watch similarly dressed ladies enter in the front of the line that had already started to form she became nervous and she loved the feeling, it was the feeling she crazed. She had never felt anything better than the buzz in the pit of her stomach when she was nervous or excited and she was now both. They were all let in at the front of the line when Devin grabbed the bounchers arm leaning in to give him a plentiful look at her chest with a dark smile.

Once in Devin sent her friends away. “You guys head go head, me and Lex are gunna try and score.” Devin said linking her arm pulling her away from the dense dancing toward the perimeter of the club. “What are we doing?” “Well, people will come up to use while we are dancing and offer most likely, but if we can find em early its usually cheaper, if we can save some of your daddy’s money for shots Ill be a happy friend.” Lexi rolled her eyes for a plethora of reasons. One, she still wasn’t sure about the whole drug thing, but I guess if she was gunna try it, today would be the day. Second she hated when Devin always threw her families money in her face, she couldn’t help who she was born to, and she wasn’t complaining when it paid for every inch of her high heels and her higher dress. And was it just free shots that made her a happy friend? “Eyes out, look like we are looking, chances are someone will find us before we find them.” Lexi followed her dangerous friend her arm still tucked around hers, this is what she wanted after all, the adventure of NYC partying. She couldn’t think of anything possibly more dangerous than looking for drugs In NYC in a seedy night club and she felt the tingle over her skill she was craving and her cheeks pulled slowly but surely to determined smile. She reveled in the adrenaline.

Josh had spent the previous night trolling various clubs, and hadn't made it home until after the sun had risen. During the day, he'd occupied himself by doing the books, organising the products for that evening, and catching up on some much needed sleep. Saturday night was by far his most profitable night, and as it was also Pandora's, he wasn't required to make a round of the other clubs. The clients who came through provided him with more than enough custom to ensure his pockets bulged by the time he departed. It may be a sleazy club, with a sleazy reputation, one not attended by couples, or suited businessman, intent on for nothing more than an enjoyable and relaxed night out, but that's exactly why it was good for Josh. Everyone was looking for a score of one type or another.

That Jose Ramirzez, owner and friend, had negotiated a deal with the local constabulary didn't hurt either. There was virtually no chance of Pandora's being raided, or Josh arrested. The only danger was to be apprehended on suspicion on the way. It was dark when he left to walk the short distance to meet his contact, Aiden, and chilly enough for the leather jacket he wore to not arouse any suspicion.

"Hey buddy." Josh approached the twenty-something, long haired, and painfully thin man, who awaited him on the street corner, and held his hand out to shake. A motion of the head accompanied the gesture. "Let's grab coffee."

Aiden greeted him in return, shook the proffered hand, and followed Josh's gaze to the diner his friend had indicated. "Sure."

"So what do you have for me?" The dealer didn't waste any time, asking immediately they were seated.

"E, coke, uppers and downers. What you asked for. New supplier, but it's good shit." From the emancipated appearance of Aiden, and his permanently blood-shot irises, Josh was sure he'd already tested a sample. At least he should know what he was talking about.

Josh's hand under the table to exchange a thick rubber-band wrapped bundle of cash, for a brown paper package. He surreptitiously slipped the bag into his jacket, zipped it up, and stood from his seat, with his narrowed eyes locked on the other man. "It fucking well better be. Enjoy your coffee." Josh turned his back, and exited before Aiden had a chance to respond. If the gear wasn't up to standard, he had some associates who'd pay Aiden a visit.

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Pandora's was already swinging by the time he arrived, and Josh paused outside to survey the crowd. Mostly regulars; guys in torn jeans and ripped t-shirts, ear-rings in their noses and brows, girls in either way too short dresses, or jeans shorts which barely covered their asses, tits hanging out of their low cut tops, dyed hair, and make-up caked on so thick that it would require a trowel to remove, and caused Josh to be frightened of what may lay underneath. More than half appeared to already be stoned, or stumbled from the effects of alcohol. His customers; it should be a great night.

As usual, there was no need to wait in line, and Josh pushed his way through the sea of people, then stopped to greet the two mountains of muscle who guarded the front entrance. All three exchanged fist bumps, then the bouncers stepped aside to allow him through. Inside was pumping, and the first sale was made as he walked to the bar. Although he'd yet to unwrap the package, a few tabs floated around in his pockets, and the transaction took barely a second.

"The usual?"

Josh had ignored the rest of the crowd, and tugs on his arms, as he fell into a stool at the bar, and nodded in response to the rhetorical question. The beer had already been placed on the counter. He thanked Max, and they had a brief conversation, then Josh swivelled to face the dance floor, and casually took in the crowd. He'd enjoy the beverage, and appraise the situation, before he went to work. The customers weren't going anywhere, and knew well enough to leave him alone until word spread that the shop was open. Apparently, all except one. As he sipped his beer, then wiped the foam from his mouth with the back of a hand, Josh shook his head at a spaced-out blonde who'd approached him, waving money in the air.

"Babe, got any shit?" Her skirt barely covered her upper thighs, and she slurred her words as she moved between his legs, and plonked herself in his lap.

The bitch reeked of alcohol. Josh smiled, but it wasn't one that reached his eyes. "Why don't you make it a little more obvious." He plucked the cash from her fingertips, "That's what you owe me for last time," then shoved her roughly out of his lap. "Now fuck off."

"Asshole."

Josh took no notice of the response, or the fact that the girl had stumbled to her knees, and was being dragged away by friends. He'd always had a photographic memory for his faces, and his attention had been distracted by the emergence of two girls he didn't recognise from near the dance floor. The first was damn hot, maybe too hot, but there was something about the second in the burgundy dress which drew his interest.

The dealer made no effort to hide his wandering gaze as it slid down to linger on the strangers ass and legs, then, after a brief pause to appraise her breasts, moved up to take in her face. Dark hair, cute features, and a nice-looking body. She definitely wasn't a regular and, judging by what seemed to be more expensive than standard Pandora attire, possibly had money to burn. That was good for Josh; prices varied depending on customer; and his eyes never left the young women as he shot a smile in their direction, and lifted the beer glass to his lips.

The noise was more then what Lexi had prepared for, the lights dark through the club and blinding on and near the dance floor. There was an overwhelming number of people already in the club and they weaved in and out of each other unphased if their bodies were being pushes and brushed. But Lexi was extremely overstimulated her eyes bouncing around the space. She felt like all the senses were at max capacity. She had never been to a place so large and so extreme. In her wild attempts to take in her surrounding she saw the man at the bar before Devin did. She caught the tail end of the interaction between the blonde and the seated costumer. She watched the woman stumble away with her friends. She had hoped Dev hadn’t caught sight of what she was looking at. Lex turned her back on the man just before his eyes began to wander attempting to keep Devin from noticing. Too late. Devin was wiggling her fingers in the air and smiling and overly charming smile. ‘Shit’ She thought. She had no problem going along with Dev for the adventure but she didn’t necessarily want to go twiddling her fingers at the man she had watched physically remove the silly blond.

“Bingo.” Devin said tugging at Lexi’s wrist dragging her through the crowd towards the bar.

“Devin, maybe we should find someone else.”

“Don’t be silly Lex, there are territories with this stuff and I think we might have found we need to find.” Lexi squared her shoulders she was more nervous than excited but still the feeling brought the same tingling to her skin. And made her face fill slightly with color.

“And I caught him looking at that hidden gem of a tight ass you have, maybe you can flirt the price down.”

“What?!” But before she could refuse they were only feet away from the serious stranger.

Devin being much more sober and much more intelligent than the unfortunate blond before her walked to the open space right next to the man dressed in a leather jacket. He definitely looked like a trouble maker himself. Devin purposefully ignored him but stood very close. As she leaned over the bar her body overly exposed. The Bartender quickly made his way over too the girls, as was usually what happened at bars.

“Two shots and two beers. “ The man raised an eyebrow at her but obliged.

“Mixing already Dev? I’m not trying to get puke in my hair.” Devin rolled her eyes

“Real cute, bitch.” Lexi shrugged trying to play it cool like Dev was, and ignore the man too their right but her excitement and nerves took the better of her. She peeked through her eyelashes that had a more than usual amount of makeup on them thanks to Devin’s heavier hand with makeup. She felt a shiver run down her spine. Clearly a drug dealer, and a serious one at that she thought darting to look the direction the blonde and her friend disappeared. The bartender handed them their drink and Lexi handed him her card to keep on tab.

“God, I love you.” Lexi rolled her eyes knowing full well that she loved her bank account more. Lexi tried not to blame her friend for this flaw of hers, Dev had been raised with nothing and had never had anything in her name. Devin’s parents were separated and both living in trailers at the edge of town. Lexi nudged her elbow against Devin’s arm making eye contact, she mouthed the words ‘what now?’ Devin didn’t answer and just winked taking her shot glass in handing and handing the other to Lex. “To the adventures of friendship.” Dev said holding her glass out to Lexi with a wink, knowing her need for excitement and being busy. Lexi couldn’t help but grin before throwing back the burning liquid. She was her nerves still tense waiting. Devin turned to face the stranger, still leaning against the bar She smiled at the man a slow heavy smile, the same one she had used on the bouncers.

“Names Devin.” She said then absent mindedly tossed her head in Lex’s direction who was standing just behind her, with her arms crossed under her chest.
“This here is Lexi.” She leaned in as if to tell a secret, her dress stretching over her chest “She is new to the whole club seen, I am showing her the ropes.” Devin added a wink with her face still leaned forward before sitting up and grabbing the two untouched beers shoving one into Lexi’s hands. Lexi drank more out of something to do with herself other than standing awkwardly at her friends opulent attempts to get the man to sell her drugs.

Josh inclined his head to acknowledge the first girl's wiggling fingers, and to indicate that it was acceptable to approach. Obviously, she'd recognised him for what he was, and that surprised him a touch; from their appearance, he hadn't hadn't taken either of them to be as knowledgeable as the regulars; and it was both a good and bad sign. Good, as the more they knew about what it was they wanted, the easier the transaction would be, and bad, because it would stop him from charging too high a price. Unless they were desperate. His attention moved to the second, and his brow raised in curiosity when he noted her back had turned. Had she caught him staring, or had she seen incident with the blonde, and was hesitant to approach?" Josh shrugged; it wasn't his problem.

Then he suddenly lost sight of them as his eyes screwed up into slits, and a pounding began between his ears. Fucking techno music. The new number was much louder than the previous, and the noise screeched from the speakers, and reverberated off the walls. It was the only thing the dealer didn't like about the Club, however it seemed to drag in the crowds, and for some reason those who did appreciate techno appeared to also hold one for the types of products Josh had to sell. Either becoming accustomed to the volume, or the sound having been adjusted, Josh's eyes fully re-opened, only to discover that the women he'd been appraising had moved. He'd also finished his beer.

"Another?"

Before he could attempt to relocate the girls, a second beer was placed on the bar, and he turned to collect it. There was no requirement to remove his wallet to pay; Jose, the owner, would receive a share of Josh's takings at the end of the night, and Max a hefty tip. It was part of the arrangement. He sipped the new beverage; one which would be consumed much slower than the last as Josh preferred to remain mostly free of the effects of alcohol, though not necessarily other substances, when conducting transactions, and nodded his thanks. "Tell Jose I'm here when you get a chance." He waited for Max to acknowledge the request, then swiveled back to face the main room.

Jose could make an appearance within the next ten minutes, or it could take three hours. Not that it particularly mattered; asking to greet the owner before he opened up shop was just a courtesy. If he didn't appear shortly, Josh would let himself into the back room to slip open the package given to him by Aiden, and ensure all was well. With one hand gripping his glass, he held the other out, palm-up, to a few curious on-looker's who were obviously waiting to buy, in a motion for them to hold their horses. Josh liked to be in control, and not rushed, so he'd do it in his own good time.

He briefly took in the crush of people on the dance floor, then moved his focus to where he'd last seen the girls, and scanned the area. After a few seconds, he found them walking in his direction. Jake's gaze followed them all the way to the bar, and he inclined his head to acknowledge the one in front, before his eyes dropped to take them in from behind as they ordered drinks. Damn. Josh had always loved a good ass, and the dark-haired girl's appeared mighty fine. His attention was still on it when he caught the motion of the shots being downed, then a body turning to face him. He'd heard them speaking, but the conversation had been indistinguishable.

Josh crossed one leg over another, and remained silent as the first introduced herself, then her friend. Cute, but too fucking full of herself. Did she think he wasn't used to attempts at flirting? His eyes locked on hers and held her gaze for a few moments, before he deliberately lowered it, and allowed his eyes to linger on the cleavage she'd so conveniently and, Josh presumed, deliberately displayed, and sipped his beer. Along with the winks, could she make herself any more obvious? "Nice." He finally replied, giving no indication of whether it was the view he referred to, or her introduction, then turned his attention to Lexi. This time he focused on the second girls face.

"If she keeps flaunting her tits like that, some guy is going to take advantage of the offer, whether she wants it or not. I guess with friends like her, you don't need enemies?" Josh spoke about Devin as if she were no longer there, and didn't bother to glance up for a reaction; if the woman didn't appreciate what he had to say, there were other suppliers, in other Clubs; then his demeanour changed. The dealer could be charming when he tried, and as he threw one arm across the bar and rested his back against the wood, the accommodating smile he shot Lexi lit up his face. Club virgins were always fun.

"So, what exactly did she promise to show you?" A pause. "And what makes you think I can assist?"