Everything to Nothing (7 page)

Peter was
amazed at how forward she was but he did not complain. He dropped
onto his knees behind her, lined himself up and in one slow
movement slid his full length into her hot, tight and dripping wet
vagina.

Sarah let out a
long groan of complete and utter pleasure and arched her back as
she shouted out, ‘Now that is the best feeling in the world!’

Her single
groan soon turned into loud groans and yelps of more complete and
utter pleasure as Peter started to thrust in and out of her, each
thrust of his met with a thrust of hers. It did not last long for
either of them.

Peter managed
to control himself until he felt her stiffen in his hands and she
let out a scream of ecstasy. Then he felt her start to shudder and
shake as her orgasm ripped through her body. With a few more
thrusts Peter emptied himself into her and Sarah let out another
long groan of complete and utter pleasure as she felt him pour into
her. Peter also shuddered and shook as his orgasm ripped through
his body and they stayed in this position for a few moments, both
of them panting and occasionally involuntarily shaking as the
pleasure subsided. Slowly he then eased himself out of her and
flopped himself onto the floor on his back.

Sarah lay down
next to him on the hall floor and he put an arm round her and she
closed her eyes as she placed her head on his chest. ‘Do you think
this could be the start of something special, Peter?’

Peter was
shocked at her question but he did not show it in his answer. As
far as he was concerned this was a one night stand to be enjoyed,
talked about with friends and then promptly forgot about. However,
he did not think that answer like that would endear him to Sarah so
he lied easily. ‘Definitely Sarah,’ he kissed her shoulder,
‘definitely something special.’

*

Simon and
Michelle walked down a street in the town, talking and laughing
together, getting to know each other even more. They reached a wine
bar that was still open and quiet. There were only a few couples
inside it and Simon asked Michelle whether she would like to stop
for a glass of wine. She nodded and they went in to take a seat at
a table in the window. Simon asked her what she wanted and was
about to stand up to order at the bar when a waiter came over and
took the order. They sat there for hours talking.

They talked
about everything and anything. Their lives so far, where they
wanted their lives to go, ambitions, hope and fears. It was only
when the waiter came over and stated it was four o’clock in the
morning and that they were closing did they realize the time. Simon
muttered an apology to the waiter and settled the bill, pushing
away Michelle’s hand when she offered him some money.

They left the
bar and started to walk. Michelle was astonished when, as they
started to walk, Simon slipped one of his hands into hers. He
turned his head to look at her as they walked and said, ‘I can’t
remember a time when I have enjoyed a woman’s company as much as I
have tonight.’ This astonished Michelle even more. ‘I mean, how
long were we talking for? Two, three hours? I don’t know. The time
flew by and I really enjoyed myself.’

‘I enjoyed
myself too.’ They stopped walking and for an instant of instance
Michelle thought that Simon was going to kiss her. Instead, he
looked into her eyes and shook his head and started to walk
again.

‘You seem
puzzled about something?’

‘I am. There I
am dating all these girls from college, and not from college, and
they are all brain dead, and I am sat there on the dates trying to
talk to them like I have talked to you tonight, but just as I am
talking to them I see no glimmer of life or sparkle in their eyes.
Dead eyes.’

‘Dead
eyes?’

‘Yeah, it is
hard to explain. You know when you talk to somebody you usually
look into their eyes don’t you?’ She nodded. ‘Sometimes you see a
spark, a flash in their eyes, a spark and flash of life. Like I see
with you. Someone with dead eyes you don’t. There is nothing there;
no spark or flash, they just seem, well, empty. With you though,
with you it’s endless sparks and flashes. I enjoyed talking to you
tonight for that reason. Because you have that spark and you listen
and comment and question. I’ve read in these bloke magazines that
women like to be listened to, they like questions and comments.
Well, so do men. They don’t want to sit there and listen non-stop
to a woman rattle on about nothing like a little chatter-box.
Intelligent men like a conversation too. Most of the girls I have
dates with have been, and I say this with no exaggeration, are
beautiful. I am sat there thinking what the hell are they doing
with me? Then I realize that although they are stunningly good
looking, they are also stunningly stupid. So that is why I have
enjoyed being with you tonight. Because you’re clever.’

‘Wow! That was
one hell of a speech, Simon! You shouldn’t only judge someone
though on their eyes you know.’

‘Why not?
Ninety nine percent of the time I am right. Dead eyes.’

‘And I also
know lots of beautiful, intelligent women.’ Thinking instantly of
Sally.

‘I suppose I
can be too judgmental. Anyway, I have enjoyed tonight and I would
like to take you out to dinner some time.’

‘Pardon
me?!’

‘Dinner some
time. How about it?’

‘You want to
take me out?’

‘Yeah, why not.
We have got on so well tonight it would be stupid not to see if we
can carry it on wouldn’t it?’

‘Erm, well,
yeah, I suppose it would. What about Sally?’

‘Sally
who?’

‘Sally
Gallagher. The girl you were meant to meet for a date tonight?’

‘You know
Sally?! Why didn’t you say that earlier?! She stood me up the
bitch!’

‘She is a close
friend.’

‘Oh, right,
erm, okay. Erm, I’m sure she is a lovely person and not at all
bitchy.’

‘Keep on
digging Simon; you’ll get out of that hole soon!’

‘Whoops! Sorry
Michelle. Didn’t know she was a friend. How do you know her? She
goes to that posh school doesn’t she?’

‘We met when we
were very young and have been friends ever since even though we
have always gone to different schools. She does go to the Mount,
yes.’

‘Anyway, she
stood me up.’

‘Did she?
Weird. She was looking forward to it.’

‘What happened
to her then?’

‘I don’t know.
I tried to phone her before when I saw you earlier. She wasn’t at
home and her mobile went straight to voice mail so I don’t know.’
There were a few moments of silence until Michelle realized she
didn’t know where they where or where they were going.

‘Just a few
more minutes and then we are there.’

‘Where is
there?’

‘My brother’s
apartment.’

‘Why are we
going there?’

‘No taxis this
late and he is away. I’ve got a key.’

‘I should
really go home.’

‘We’ll see if
we can order you a taxi from his place.’

‘Okay, sounds
good. Nothing is going to happen tonight Simon, so please don’t try
anything.’

‘You know
something Michelle, there was a point, before, when I was going to
try and kiss you. But I decided not to. I didn’t want to spoil what
has been a great night by letting physical things get in the way.
So I am going to be a gentleman. I am going to give you a coffee,
and I do mean a coffee, order you a taxi and then you can go home.
Then I am going to text you and make sure you got home okay. Then I
am going to call you tomorrow and then at some point, hopefully
very soon, I am going to take you out on a proper date. How does
that sound?’

‘It all sounds
good and like a plan!’

‘Excellent and
here we are!’

*

Peter eased
himself away from Sarah and gently lowered her now sleeping head
onto the hall floor. He stood up and walked through to the kitchen
picking up his jeans as he went. He placed them on the sideboard
and reached into one of the pockets and pulled out a small plastic
bag which contained pills.

The pills were
a light blue and etched into the faces of these pills was the image
of a butterfly. He reached into the other pocket of his jeans and
removed a big, thick wad of money and also five small plastic bags
containing a white powder.

He placed all
of these on the sideboard and then went upstairs, carefully
stepping over the still sleeping Sarah, entered his bedroom and
opened up the bottom drawer in a chest. He removed a ledger and
took this downstairs. He stepped over Sarah again and returned to
the money and the drugs in the kitchen. He pulled up a kitchen
chair and proceeded to carefully count the pills. He then counted
the money and made some notations in the ledger.

‘Excellent,’ he
said out loud, ‘I balance! Tabs and money match up. Quite a lot of
coke sales tonight too!’

‘What are you
doing?’

Peter jumped
what looked like a mile as Sarah crossed the kitchen to where he
was sat. Peter was rapidly trying to hide the drugs but Sarah was
too quick for him and she picked up a couple of the tablets and
looked at them closely. ‘Are these what I think they are?’

‘And what do
you think they are?’

‘E’s.’

‘No, they are
painkillers for my back.’

‘Rubbish.
Painkiller’s you record in a ledger?!’

Quickly she
grabbed the thick black book and glanced down at the figures and
words next to them. ‘Blue Johnson? You’ve named an ecstasy tablet
after yourself? How quaint.’

‘Yeah, yeah. So
they’re E’s.’

‘Oh, and I
suppose that this,’ she quickly grabbed one of the clear cellophane
bags, ‘is washing powder? You’re a dealer?!’

‘More like a
part-time dealer.’

‘Still a dealer
though. You know, I have sometimes seen you in the club going from
person to person, shaking hands with lots of people. I have never
thought twice about it, I just thought you were more popular than I
imagined.’

‘Popular in a
way, yes.’

‘So you pretend
to shake hands with them but really you are exchanging drugs for
money?’

‘Yep.’

‘You’ve made
that much?!’

‘Not tonight,
no. Some of that is left over from Friday.’

‘Still, it
looks like a lot for two nights work.’

‘I had a couple
of good nights. I am getting a good reputation.’

‘Right.’

There was a few
moments silence as Sarah studied the white powder and prodded and
played with it in her fingers. ‘I want to try it.’

‘You what?’

‘I want to try
it.’

‘You can have
an E.’

‘No, I have
tried it. Didn’t like it. I want some of this.’

‘The coke?’

‘Yep.’

‘No chance. Too
expensive for free handouts.’

‘I’ll be
straight to the police tomorrow.’

‘You wouldn’t
dare!’

‘I would! Give
me some.’

Peter shook his
head resigned to the fact that she did have him over a barrel. He
had been so, so careful over the last few months to keep his
actions secret and now he was stunned at his own stupidity.
Personally, he did not touch the stuff. He had tried it, out of
professional curiosity, but he knew the damage a cocaine habit
could do both physically and mentally. ‘Okay then. We will use that
bag while you have mauled it. It will need extra cutting. I’ll be
back in a minute.’

He left Sarah
still holding the bag and went back upstairs. He returned a few
moments later with a razor blade in one hand and a mirror in the
other. He was amused to see that she was still naked and then
remembered so was he. For a moment he paused in the kitchen
doorway, admiring her as she was bent over the kitchen sideboard.
He then approached and took the bag out of her hand.

He ripped open
one corner of the bag and carefully tapped the powder onto the
mirror. Peter then started to chop the cocaine with the razor
blade, removing any lumps and making the powder finer and finer. He
cut away a small portion of the coke and then continued to cut this
portion, slowly working it into a thin line. When he was satisfied
he reached for the wad of money and peeled off a five pound note.
He rolled it into a tube and gave it to Sarah.

‘Place one end
of the note at one end of the line. Place the other end of the note
up your nose, not too far though. Then snort it up, just like on
the movies.’

Sarah did
exactly as she was instructed. She sucked the line up with her nose
in one quick movement and was amazed as the feelings hit her near
enough straight away. The drowsiness that she felt before taking
the coke seemed to fade away into the night. Peter watched as her
pupils instantly dilated and Sarah was pleased to note that after a
minute or two she seemed to be getting incredibly sexually
aroused.

There were
beads of moisture where there was none before and she pressed her
thighs together. They slid against each other and she could not
remember a time when she had felt as aroused as she did right then.
‘Wow! Now that feels good! Why don’t you take some?’

‘I had some
just before you came in.’

‘Well in that
case why is it not having the same effect on you as it is on
me?’

At the end of
these words she grabbed his hand and placed it in between her legs.
He was totally stunned at how aroused she was. The wetness was
everywhere; it almost seemed to him that it reached down to her
knees. This feeling did have an effect on him and his penis
automatically sprang to attention. She lifted her bottom onto the
kitchen sideboard and hooked her legs around his waist, pulling him
to her. She grabbed the base of him and lined him up and with a
thrust of hips he again slid into her.

As he was
enveloped in wetness he did not believe was possible he thought to
himself that this was a kind of payment he could get used to.