Friends would do it.. ( Me and Crow11 )

[Nighthaven]

Sarah Miguel, a promising young woman that had the smarts, the looks, and the head on her shoulders to carve out a nice cozy slice of the world for herself, and that was an estimate made by both her parents and her teachers. Expectations though, they had the flawed effect at times to put to much stress onto the one meant to fill them, and 17 year old Sarah did start to cave for a while.

She did catch herself again and begun to excel even more in school though, least, for a while, in her eagerness not to disappoint, she had turned to drugs, drugs that had helped her relief that stress, though as it was with Drugs, their aid came at a dreadful price.

For Sarah it had taken a month, but then she begun missing the time at her job during the evenings, and ultimately the ability to pay for her apartment, something that drove her, in desperation, to a man that both was able to get her the fix she needed, and the money to stay afloat, and already he had remarked that, if ever she needed money, he wouldn't mind fucking her raw.

It was a remark she discarded with disgust back then, the only reason she needed him was for her fix, but times where changing, and before she knew it, she was under the man grunting in displeasure as he rather carelessly deflowered her, and taught her to spread her legs for drugs and money.

Since then nearly four month had passed, Sarah had recently started to work at the club of her dealer and entertain guests in the back, though since she was starting to take more and more drugs even during work, so that clients begun to dislike the idea to bed with her, and her dealer to threaten kicking her out and leave her on the streets with nothing if she couldn't keep up her quota.

there was one thing though, when she tried to excuse herself about how she was doing her best, her dealer mentioned in jest that she best bring in some pussy that can entertain him then, unless she wanted to start working the streets as a whore, which she had already become, if still within a range of more desirable clientèle.
Desperate enough though, she truly considered this option, and with her priorities rearranged ever since she allowed herself to be used in bed, she had less of an inhibition to consider her friends as valuable assets that could keep her off the streets, after all, she was supposed to achieve greatness, and she still didn't want to disappoint those expectations, even if she had already done so month ago.

Her first choice, or rather attempt to offer a different girl to her pimp, was tangled with a rather simple plan, to get the girl, one she considered to look good enough, drunk enough to not mind helping her, and the easiest means to do was to do what any teen did, to party. With that mindset, she had, two days after her dealer threatened discarding her, picked up her Cellphone now to invite a friend over to the club, her phone dialling as young Sarah nervously fidgeted with her blond hair, nervous not over the betrayal she was trying to execute, but for the fact that her last fix was last night, and she badly needed another, if she could get her friend to agree meeting her this evening nearby the club, surely she could get her in past the bouncers, considering that, legally, they shouldn't be permitted inside due to their age, but ever since Sarah started working there, she never had a problem entering, and that should help getting her friend in as well.

 

[Crow11]

The first person to come to mind was a saint, someone Sarah had known for around a year after this girl moved into town from some other state. Sarah knew her pretty well, an A grade student with only a few selective friends that included none of the opposite sex. This girl was pretty to, untouched by makeup and or any other cosmetic toys that girls now a days and especially at her age would be using on themselves. The reason for this? Her parents, the reason for her parent’s attitude? Their religion. Natural was the best way to go they always said and she believed just that.

Although it had been some time since speaking to her last, Sarah had dropped off the face of the earth some might say in the sense that she no longer made attending school a priority and school, for the most part, was where all her 'friends' were. Her disappearance sparked a lot of rumours, some coming rather close to being accurate in the sense that she became a junkie, to the extent of that remained something only Sarah knew. Rumours became all that Sarah was known for at the school, it cost her a lot of friends that believed them but her absence and lack of communication with the rest of the world cost her the rest. Thus why, when calling it took a few extended moments before her call was answered.

Lexie was studying when the call came through, causing her black iPhone to vibrate loudly on her wooden desk. Looking over at the phone to see a name she hadn't in months was what sparked the surprised reaction. All Lexie could think of were all the rumours Sarah had sparked even if she refused to believe them. Picking up the phone, her thumb sliding across the screen to answer the call with a simple "Hello?" Her voice soft but also questioning with slight disbelief that it was in fact her calling instead of someone else being on the other line.

"Hey Lexie! How are you?" Sarah sounded normal, uplifted despite the jittering that was actually occurring as the lack of a fix left her on edge. She would need to sound as normal as possible in order to have Lexie believe that she was fine. "I.. I know it’s been ages. I went out of town for a bit and then came back. I have a job that's keeping me busy, making a living and all that stuff you know?" She stumbled in the beginning as she put in place a farfetched lie that would appear utterly true to someone like Lexie. Sarah answered all the questions she knew would be immediately asked, hopefully insuring some reassurance in her sudden return. "Hey listen it’s a friend of mines birthday today and she's having a party at the place on George street, that place called the Polygon? Yeah! I know you always said you'd want to check it out one day so why not tonight? It will be a good catch up!" Her voice sounded eager while both of her feet struggled to remain still and the hand holding her own phone shook in the slightest manner.

Lexie had always wanted to go to parties, to get the chance to dance away to blaring music among people that weren't from her school or that were related to her. She was never allowed though, never given the chance. although here was an opportunity, an invitation that required but a small harmless lie. She began to reply to Sarah, sounding unsure before making up her mind "Okay sure!" her voice increased in volume as a smile crossed her face, creasing her cheeks as she thought about how fun the evening would be. "Just text me a time, I have to do some convincing.. you remember how my parents are." With that their conversation ceased, finishing with a friendly see you soon.

It took time but she managed to conjure a believable lie that would allow Lexie to go out and see Sarah that night and experience a night she had always dreamed about but was never allowed.

 

[Nighthaven]

# Meet at Johnston Street, George Street Crossing, at the Bus Stop at 21PM. Look your Best honey !!! <3 # was the SMS Sarah would send Lexie, letting her know when to meet here where, and that mentioned Bus Stop was only Two minutes away from the Polygon Club, a place owned by some prestigious Man that was known for his big parties with Celebrities.

It was a man that was often referred to as The Duke, a person that had made a fortune with a few Lucky investments and the following purchase of a few Lucrative Buildings that he was renting out now. Later on to have added a few high Class Clubs, like the Polygon, and he swiftly rose both in Fame and in wealth, something that had Drawn the Eyes of High Society onto him.

# Bus line C4 From Campus ! Going to be a blast ! <3 # Would be another message send to Lexie about half an hour after the first had reached her, Sarah's attempt to make sure Lexie was there on time because she Desperately needed her fix before the night was over.

She already had her plan laid out too, the Bouncers knew her, and since she hadn't been actually fired yet, she was able to get inside again to look for work, which usually meant men that couldn't keep their hand from her scantly clad ass, and that wouldn't mind to go for a romp with the still under age girl.
And although work wasn't exactly what she wouldn't seek today, she'd still get to sneak behind the counter to get a few knock out drops that where sold only to trusted, wealthy men looking to take someone special home, and serve Lexie a drink or two herself with one of those holding enough to send her into a heavy drunk like state, it should then be no problem to take her to the Club Owner that was here Still called Duke, so he could give her the fix she needed and take Lexie of her hand.