Teenage Wasteland
Teenage Wasteland
There was just this sense of grim satisfaction as I watched the scene before me unfurl, the tall blonde girl with the unfeasibly small waist had just been slapped hard across the face by one of her gang of clones. Was it really any wonder we lived for Saturday night when this was our entertainment? Nick had already disappeared to see what he could score for us this evening, he had a far bit of extra cash this weekend. Probably guilt money from his ignorant bitch of a mother for disappearing with yet another random bloke. I foresaw high quality goods tonight but the way I was feeling, I’d take an aspirin right now if I thought it’d get me high. We all sat down at a recently abandoned table, the music was so loud we could barely hear each other, it suited me fine. What did any of us really have to say?
There was no excuse to be sober, bottles of improbably coloured booze was only a quid and went down like orange juice. I was itchy, bored of waiting for Nick to get back with the pharmaceutical refreshment and I headed out onto the dance-floor. Possessed by the music, I danced like a demon, shaking and shimmying. Soon enough, some guy was dancing behind me, rubbing his body against mine before grabbing my hand and dragging me to the men’s room. I had been in there often enough to not be disgusted by the stale perfume of sweat, smoke and piss. He growled something vaguely amusing in my ear before lifting my skirt up around my waist and sinking his hand into my thong and into me. I lit a fag while he fingered me, a few blokes stood watching so I decided to give them a show; moaning and groaning on cue, I even grabbed some random guy on his way out of the loo and rammed my tongue down his throat. I shivered and moaned my way through my fake climax and the guy licked his fingers clean. The other guys erupted into cheers, I assumed they were his mates and so put on my best sultry voice to purr my thanks before walking out. The guy I had snogged thrust a bottle of beer into my hand as I left the room; I downed it on the spot, thanked him and left him to his fantasies that I would ever stick around. I rejoined the girls and fixed my hair; there was still no sign of Nick with my medicine.
The music had become a blur to my ears; my whole body was vibrating along with the bass. The girls were giggling over some inanity and I joined them, I was the only one with a boyfriend and I know they slagged me off about it behind my back but that’s what friends do, right? I downed my bottles of hot pink liquid, I didn’t know what time it was but I wasn’t tired at all. In fact, I felt fantastic. I left the girls to their hair conversation and hit then dance-floor again, ignoring all the lingering men and losing myself to the rhythm of the bass-line. I sighed softly as I felt arms snake around my swaying hips and a familiar voice whisper, “I want to fuck you tonight,” I turned around and kissed Nick fully, not caring who was watching us. He seemed pleased with himself and I knew the mission had been a success; goodies for our pleasure. I laughed out loud as I looked up at him to find his tongue stuck out at me and an innocuous looking E tab on the end of it. I stood on my tip-toes and sucked it off playfully with a wicked grin. I fucking love Saturday nights.
Post-Ecstasy, I was dancing like a maniac; I couldn’t stop even when I tried. I think people were hugging me but I ignored them all, it was all about the dancing. Nick sat at our table rolling joints and handing them out to the gang. They only got the hash; we kept the good stuff for ourselves. I wanted to fuck him, I wanted to snort coke from his six-pack and die with the pleasure of it all. We had the perfect relationship; he paid for our drugs and I fucked him for it. I’m worth every goddamn penny. I don’t know if I really love him but he makes me happy and that’s enough. Sometimes the coke makes him edgy and he’ll hit me, I usually walk out but sometimes I’ll hit him back and we end up beating the crap out of each other. But it’s always okay in the end.
We all get kicked out at 3am and some drunken idiot grabs Lisa on the stone steps outside the club, she started screaming so this random guy none of us recognised broke his beer bottle and stabbed him with it. I was so impressed; some stranger knifes someone because they got too friendly? What a gent. I think Lisa hooked up with him, I wonder who called the ambulance? I didn’t really care, Nick couldn’t keep his hands off me all the way home and at one point, we were practically half-naked in the doorway of Iceland. I still don’t know where my thong is. Finally, we got back to Nick’s flat and lit up a joint, sucking in that crisp, sweet taste and chilling out a bit before getting each other all riled up again. I love it when Nick touches me, especially when I’m off my face; everything feels a hundred times more real. And I don’t care who I wake up in the building when I scream the walls down in pleasure. I’m kinda sad when it’s all over, it’s only one night a week but I look forward to it. It beats the boredom of schoolwork although most of the time, I skive classes and come to Nick’s flat. My mates think it’s cool to date an older guy but it’s not that great. Like I said, I don’t even know if I love him. Mum hates him. She thinks he’s too old for me but it’s not that bad, he’s only twenty seven and I’m not a baby anymore, I’m fifteen for fuck’s sake. Anyway, I digress…
Nick is lying naked on the bed with a line of coke neatly chopped across his tight abs. I roll up a tenner from my pocket and lean over him, snorting it up and relishing the hit at the back of my throat and the languorous drip at the back of my nose. Overcome with lust and a strong wave of hyperactivity, I lift up my skirt and sit on Nick’s lap, riding myself to the point of orgasm on his huge cock. I love how he just lies there smiling, knowing full well that we have hours of fun left for his own kinks. It’s too late to get a taxi home now, I’ll have to get one in the morning; Mum will be worried and I’ve got homework to do.
There was just this sense of grim satisfaction as I watched the scene before me unfurl, the tall blonde girl with the unfeasibly small waist had just been slapped hard across the face by one of her gang of clones. Was it really any wonder we lived for Saturday night when this was our entertainment? Nick had already disappeared to see what he could score for us this evening, he had a far bit of extra cash this weekend. Probably guilt money from his ignorant bitch of a mother for disappearing with yet another random bloke. I foresaw high quality goods tonight but the way I was feeling, I’d take an aspirin right now if I thought it’d get me high. We all sat down at a recently abandoned table, the music was so loud we could barely hear each other, it suited me fine. What did any of us really have to say?
There was no excuse to be sober, bottles of improbably coloured booze was only a quid and went down like orange juice. I was itchy, bored of waiting for Nick to get back with the pharmaceutical refreshment and I headed out onto the dance-floor. Possessed by the music, I danced like a demon, shaking and shimmying. Soon enough, some guy was dancing behind me, rubbing his body against mine before grabbing my hand and dragging me to the men’s room. I had been in there often enough to not be disgusted by the stale perfume of sweat, smoke and piss. He growled something vaguely amusing in my ear before lifting my skirt up around my waist and sinking his hand into my thong and into me. I lit a fag while he fingered me, a few blokes stood watching so I decided to give them a show; moaning and groaning on cue, I even grabbed some random guy on his way out of the loo and rammed my tongue down his throat. I shivered and moaned my way through my fake climax and the guy licked his fingers clean. The other guys erupted into cheers, I assumed they were his mates and so put on my best sultry voice to purr my thanks before walking out. The guy I had snogged thrust a bottle of beer into my hand as I left the room; I downed it on the spot, thanked him and left him to his fantasies that I would ever stick around. I rejoined the girls and fixed my hair; there was still no sign of Nick with my medicine.
The music had become a blur to my ears; my whole body was vibrating along with the bass. The girls were giggling over some inanity and I joined them, I was the only one with a boyfriend and I know they slagged me off about it behind my back but that’s what friends do, right? I downed my bottles of hot pink liquid, I didn’t know what time it was but I wasn’t tired at all. In fact, I felt fantastic. I left the girls to their hair conversation and hit then dance-floor again, ignoring all the lingering men and losing myself to the rhythm of the bass-line. I sighed softly as I felt arms snake around my swaying hips and a familiar voice whisper, “I want to fuck you tonight,” I turned around and kissed Nick fully, not caring who was watching us. He seemed pleased with himself and I knew the mission had been a success; goodies for our pleasure. I laughed out loud as I looked up at him to find his tongue stuck out at me and an innocuous looking E tab on the end of it. I stood on my tip-toes and sucked it off playfully with a wicked grin. I fucking love Saturday nights.
Post-Ecstasy, I was dancing like a maniac; I couldn’t stop even when I tried. I think people were hugging me but I ignored them all, it was all about the dancing. Nick sat at our table rolling joints and handing them out to the gang. They only got the hash; we kept the good stuff for ourselves. I wanted to fuck him, I wanted to snort coke from his six-pack and die with the pleasure of it all. We had the perfect relationship; he paid for our drugs and I fucked him for it. I’m worth every goddamn penny. I don’t know if I really love him but he makes me happy and that’s enough. Sometimes the coke makes him edgy and he’ll hit me, I usually walk out but sometimes I’ll hit him back and we end up beating the crap out of each other. But it’s always okay in the end.
We all get kicked out at 3am and some drunken idiot grabs Lisa on the stone steps outside the club, she started screaming so this random guy none of us recognised broke his beer bottle and stabbed him with it. I was so impressed; some stranger knifes someone because they got too friendly? What a gent. I think Lisa hooked up with him, I wonder who called the ambulance? I didn’t really care, Nick couldn’t keep his hands off me all the way home and at one point, we were practically half-naked in the doorway of Iceland. I still don’t know where my thong is. Finally, we got back to Nick’s flat and lit up a joint, sucking in that crisp, sweet taste and chilling out a bit before getting each other all riled up again. I love it when Nick touches me, especially when I’m off my face; everything feels a hundred times more real. And I don’t care who I wake up in the building when I scream the walls down in pleasure. I’m kinda sad when it’s all over, it’s only one night a week but I look forward to it. It beats the boredom of schoolwork although most of the time, I skive classes and come to Nick’s flat. My mates think it’s cool to date an older guy but it’s not that great. Like I said, I don’t even know if I love him. Mum hates him. She thinks he’s too old for me but it’s not that bad, he’s only twenty seven and I’m not a baby anymore, I’m fifteen for fuck’s sake. Anyway, I digress…
Nick is lying naked on the bed with a line of coke neatly chopped across his tight abs. I roll up a tenner from my pocket and lean over him, snorting it up and relishing the hit at the back of my throat and the languorous drip at the back of my nose. Overcome with lust and a strong wave of hyperactivity, I lift up my skirt and sit on Nick’s lap, riding myself to the point of orgasm on his huge cock. I love how he just lies there smiling, knowing full well that we have hours of fun left for his own kinks. It’s too late to get a taxi home now, I’ll have to get one in the morning; Mum will be worried and I’ve got homework to do.