After four more blow jobs and three hand jobs, I decide to call it a night. I made four hundred and fifty dollars. Not bad for three hours. The taxi takes me back to the hotel. I wonder if JC is still out. The elevators are slow to come to my service like always but I’m in no hurry. Joey appears out of the blue with a young girl wrapped in his arms. She looks no older then fifteen. Poor thing.nextJoey waves at me, letting me know not to save the elevator as I head towards my room. I can’t help but laugh that all of Nsync and our crew are located on the thirteenth floor. Irony gets the best of us all, I guess.
Chris is sitting outside my room, a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers. He stands when he sees me coming towards him, “I need more hits.” His hands are shaking and sweat is dripping off his face.
“I didn’t make any tonight,” I lie. Unlock the hotel room door and help him inside. He plops down on the bed, his legs rapidly bouncing up and down.
“Did you get anything worthwhile?”
“Only four hundred.”
“Keep back up?”
I look at him. So sad. He continues to wear sunglasses because his eyes are so bloodshot it’s not normal. Huge purple bags lie beneath his eyes, his body is covered in bruises and scars. Needles have taken their mark on his arms as well as between his fingers. I haven’t even thought about his toes. They must be taking a beating as well. Almost feeling sorry for lying to him, I reach into my pants pocket and pull out a small baggie of white powder. “I got it from this one guy. I don’t know if it’s real or what.”
“Taste it. Make sure it’s not Sweet ‘N Low again. That hurt sniffing that shit.”
I take a pinch and place it on my tongue. I spit it out, “It’s good.”
“Hit me up.” He pulls his shirt over his head and lies down on the bed, allowing me access to his pockets. I pull out a broken spoon and a lighter. I have a needle in a suitcase which I keep around for Chris. As I melt the powder, Chris removes his pants and slams his fist into his lower abs, making the flesh tender. I don’t care if he’s naked around me, and I’m not scared of him as I am when Joey’s around me. Chris can’t get it up anymore. Drugs are the only things that gets him off now.
I can hear him punching himself and a flashback of his twenty-eighth birthday comes to mind. He got the shit beat out of him that night. Joey and Lance had their way with him and he was too numb from the drugs to even notice. He woke up sore and covered in blood but that seems to happen every night to him. Gosh, I’d have to say that Chris is the only normal one. Lucky guy.
The needle happily sucks up the liquid as I walk it over to Chris. He stops punching himself as I push the needle into the flesh, drawing out blood to mix with the drug, and then back into his blood stream. Almost instantly, it takes effect and Chris slowly numbs everything out. I pick up the covers I left on the floor from this morning -- I told housekeeping to stay out of my room -- and tuck Chris in for the night.
I grab my lap top and sit on the beside him. It’s late. Best time to play on the net. I don’t really do much… just check mail, check out porn, Britney’s site (which can fit best in with the porn sites). While checking my mail, I get a message that I find interesting. It’s from Joey… he sent me mail? I quickly click on it and note the time.
Four minutes ago.
I loose my breath as I read the one liner. “Chris… please help me,” I can’t get my voice over a soft whisper.
From: Joey Phat-One
To: JuJu-Bitch
Subject: Open…… the door.