Abuse (7 page)

“Prohibition is the trigger of crime.”

― Ian Fleming

~~~

Stan Huber

Drug abuse is a global problem. Cocaine is the second most trafficked illegal drug in the world. Over a 40 billion dollar per year industry, it now exceeds Columbia's top export, coffee.

The United States remains the biggest consumer of cocaine worldwide. One out of four Americans between the age of 26 and 34 has used cocaine in their lifetime.

Rich, well-educated, employed people in America are obsessed with cocaine. It’s expensive, it’s inexplicably glamorous and it provides a sexy kind of energy so the user is able to party all night long.

Cocaine is the unqualified drug of choice for those with money to burn—not that coke is burned. Cocaine’s inhaled in powder form through the nose, or serious users may inject it.

Crack cocaine is cheap, nasty and of a much lower purity than cocaine. It can’t be snorted up the nose or injected, it must be burned, that is to say, smoked.

Coke, snow, blow… cocaine goes by many different names. Twenty-six-year-old Stan “The Man” Huber, knew them all.

Stan Huber was the youngest of Jack and Joanne Huber’s three sons. Joanne died suddenly and unexpectedly from an aneurysm two years earlier. Besides causing genuine grief to what was now an all-male family, her death imposed a financial burden on Stan.

Stan had been Mrs. Huber’s favorite. Her husband was a big man, with big feet, big hands and a big square jaw—looking somewhat like Buzz Lightyear. Her two older sons took after their dad, but Stan looked like her. Tall and slim with delicate features and large green eyes, set in a round face—Stan had a sweet and honest appearance.

Stan took full advantage of his looks and his mother’s preference, or perhaps things just worked out that way. For whatever reason, every month, like clockwork, Stan’s mother slipped her youngest extra cash.

Which he promptly spent on cocaine.

Consequently, directly after her untimely demise, Stan experienced a cash flow problem.

Stan’s father, and his father’s father, worked in the banking industry. Both of his older brothers also worked in banks. Unfortunately, Stan hated banking. He’d graduated with a degree in accounting that his dad had pushed him into, but he found work with numbers terribly boring.

He was a people person. He’d eventually settled down as an accountant, managing the finances of a number of small businesses.

Over the last two years, since his beloved mother's death, Stan had been supplementing his income and his love of cocaine, by distributing the product from time to time, as required. His contact, with whom he met monthly, was a quiet man called “Skinny.” Skinny was a member of the Banditos Motorcycle club. He was a thick, stocky guy with a British accent.

Stan figured he’d gotten the nickname Skinny as a joke.

The Huber’s were a wealthy family and long-term members of the local country club. Stan thought hanging out at the club was kind of cool because he knew everyone and the food was excellent. Also, if you buy a wine locker and store your wine there, they supply a giant spread of snacks that never stopped all night.

Stan spent a lot of his free time at the country club, mainly because it served as a great place to network. While there, he easily and discreetly unloaded cocaine. His purpose wasn’t to find new customers or accept payments. Stan’s job was simply to deliver the product to customers who’d purchased in advance.

While at the country club, handing over small baggies of white powder wasn’t questioned or even noticed. Money never changed hands, which was just as well in Stan’s case. With his financial issues, he might’ve been tempted to steal some. That wouldn’t have been a wise move. It’d be hazardous to his health for a start.

The delivery business was a “no cash” game. It worked like this: a customer would put in an order for an amount of cocaine and pay on-line in advance. Skinny would text details to Stan, who’d then deliver. Stan only delivered to rich customers who lived in his area.

All in all, the whole thing worked to everyone’s satisfaction.

Stan “The Man” Huber was a rich white man who drove a Mercedes. Consequently, his part in the cocaine delivery system went unchallenged during the two years he’d participated. Dallas Police department patrols, never once stopped or questioned him.

At least they didn’t, until one unfortunate evening. It was at that point Stan Huber’s part-time cocaine distribution job unraveled.

~~~

Stan Huber sat on the couch with Alex Wilkinson, his best friend since the beginning of high school. He and Alex had shared lots of coke over the years, and quite a few secrets, as well.

A year or so after Alex’s father died, when the family business had gone through a financial rough patch, Stan helped Alex work part time delivering coke to make up the cash deficit. Once he caught up financially, Alex bailed out of the business.

Tonight the two friends were taking turns together, inhaling lines of cocaine from a glass coffee table. Alex was telling Stan some highly embellished tale explaining, “I was confused… no wait…I was actually concussed.”

Stan had tears in his eyes from laughing so hard.

Alex had a way with words. That guy could tell a story, making even dull anecdotes sound hilarious. Because of his easy wit and humor, he’d been popular throughout his life. He’d also been the reigning class clown back in school.

They were sampling a new batch of cocaine. Stan had only just delivered this particular fine white powder to Alex, who, of course, had already paid in advance. As a good friend, Alex was more than willing to share.

Earlier in the afternoon, Stan had his monthly meeting with Skinny to collect the product he’d be responsible for delivering. He’d met with four clients at this party already and had a number of large plastic wrapped squares of cocaine locked in the trunk of his Mercedes outside.

The celebration was raging. “Roar” by Katy Perry blasted throughout his friend Tanner’s house. It was someone’s birthday. Stan had no idea whose birthday it was, nor did he care. He was here for business... as well as pleasure.

“Where’s Sky?” Stan asked his friend.

“At home with Briley,” Alex said. “I should be with her, but she heard about the party and let me have the night off. Last time I tried to put the baby to sleep the dog barked, someone started up a mower, or a chain saw—or both—and Briley stayed up another four hours.” He scoffed. “She thinks having me around when she puts him to bed is bad luck.”

Alex was married with a six-month-old boy. He seemed really happy with Sky, which was good for Stan. Alex was a good-looking guy with a laughing charm and a way with the opposite sex. Yet, Alex was also faithful to his wife.

Stan knew he had looks and charm, but he also knew he didn’t come close to Alex’s fascination to the opposite sex.

Thus, whenever a horny woman came around to get amped up on cocaine, they’d usually wind up getting fucked by Stan. This was an unspoken fringe benefit of his side job—one he fully appreciated. In Stan’s mind, cocaine and sex went together. Apparently, he wasn’t alone in this belief. It was a big part of the drug’s appeal.

Stan took a large sniff through a straw and shut his eyes for a moment as the high slammed into his brain.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he said without fully expelling his breath. A rush of euphoria rolled through him and he snickered.

“Yeah, that’s some good shit,” Alex replied, and his eyes widened in surprise. “I think I’m getting a hard on.”

“Me, too!” Stan said.

Both men giggled together stupidly like a couple of teenage girls. Stan sobered the second his radar honed in on the hottie coming their way. Her large breasts were jiggling and barely contained in the tight dress she was wearing. The way she strutted toward them? Well, she was looking for action.

“You’re not planning on hooking up with anyone tonight?” he asked, just to make sure.

Alex shook his head. “Sky wears me out as it is,” he sniggered.

“Hey, can I have some?” The good-looking young woman sidled up next to Stan.

Stan’s grin widened. He knew most people around, but she was new.

Alex said, “Stan, meet Mindy. Mindy? Stan. Mindy attends ITS Academy of Beauty. Sky knows her from there; Sky and Mindy took similar courses.”

“Hi, Mindy,” said Stan, flashing her a broad smile. Mindy knew Alex’s wife so she knew Alex was taken. Good. Stan looked her over, closely examining her ‘D’ cup boobs, her long brown hair, her pretty face, long legs and flat stomach.

She just laughed at his keen and rather comprehensive perusal. “Hi, yourself,” she said, as she checked him out, too. “You’re cute.”

“And you’re hot,” Stan said.

Mindy giggled. “Well, OK. Now that we’ve got the mutual attraction thing settled, can I have a snort or two?”

“Knock yourself out,” Stan said, exchanging glances with his friend and pretending as if the coke was his.

Alex let him, in a brotherly gesture to help his friend get laid. Alex knew Stan would make it up to him later.

As Mindy bent down to avail herself of the line of cocaine, Stan couldn’t help but notice her sweet, tight, ass.
Damn.
A good thing about moving coke was the women his product attracted. Get a woman high and she’s yours for the taking.

Stan’s two biggest addictions were women and coke. His favorite thing of all was to enjoy them at the same time. To his mind, it brought out the best of both worlds.

Stan watched Mindy’s beautiful buttocks undulating up and down, as she sucked lines of coke up her nose. When she turned around her pupils were huge and her face held a shine of rapture.

“You ever put cocaine on your clit?” Stan asked.

“What?” she gasped, as her honey brown eyes widened. “No way! You can do that?”

“You sure can. You know that tingly feeling you get in your nose when you snort it? Imagine it on your clit. Bet you could probably come three times in a row. It feels real good on your tits, too.”

“Wow! That would be way cool!”

In illustration of this astonishing and little known fact, Stan ran a hand over one lush breast, finding and fondling a nipple.

Stan knew while skin would start with a tingle, cocaine usually just made the area numb, but that wasn’t the point. The whole idea was to get Mindy to crave the experience. The coke-clit idea was a sure-fire “let’s fuck” sell to an unattached woman at a party.

“Want to try it?” he asked, and now both of his hands had found her nipples. He rubbed and lightly tugged, pulling on the hardening peaks. Mindy’s moan was inviting.

“Yeah, yeah, for sure,” Mindy said with a drug-dazed smirk.

Stan stood and picked up the bag of coke. Alex met his gaze and his blue eyes held an amused, wordless exchange. It was a combination of “Way to go!” and a “Yeah! Nail the horny bitch,” look.

“Catch ya later,” Stan said to his friend.

“When you can stop you don't want to, and when you want to stop, you can't...”

― Luke Davies

~~~

Stan Huber

Stan knew Tanner’s house. He took Mindy by the hand and pulled her along, laughing and giggling behind him, as they wove through numerous partygoers.

Up the back stairs and down the hall was a small room with a Ping-Pong table, a couch and even a box of tissues on the side table. Nice. The larger games room was downstairs.

For now, this little recreation area was perfect for the games
he
wanted to play.

Sex was always fun on a couch. The end of a couch was perfect to bend a woman over, spreading her wide and exposing her completely to his tongue, fingers or cock. Nothing looked better than a tight, sweet ass and pussy in that position. His cock twitched with just the thought of taking Mindy from behind.

“I figure I go first, since it’s my blow,” Stan said as he sat down on the couch and pulled Mindy across his lap. “You OK with that?”

“Fine by me. What did you have in mind?”

Stan began to fondle her breasts with one hand, while kissing her, weaving his other hand through her hair and pulling her mouth against his. Mindy wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned deep in her throat as their tongues entwined. Her lips were soft and her mouth was warm, wet and more than willing.

They both fell into the kiss, spiraling into carnal pleasure. A few very pleasant minutes went by in this manner until his pulse was pounding and his cock throbbed. After a few hits of coke, Stan felt much more self-confident and utterly buzzed.

“Sex is better when you’ve done a few lines, don’t you think?” Stan asked.

“Mm, yeah.”

He set her back from him and brushed her wet, swollen mouth with his thumb. “These lips are nice and wet,” he said. “I made them wet on purpose. Do you know why?”

Mindy giggled. “You want a blow job? Is this a ‘blow’ for ‘blow’ kind of deal?”

Stan laughed. “Yes ma’am. That’s funny… and clever. You go to the head of the class,” he smirked. “And I get head from the head, right?”

They laughed.

“On your knees, babe—no, wait. Take the dress off, and your bra. I want to see those gorgeous breasts.”

Mindy clearly wasn’t self-conscious at all. If anything, she was proud of her curvy, youthful body. With a sexy broad grin, she started humming strip tease music as she slowly pulled up her dress, exposing her thighs, then her ass and finally flinging her dress off.

Stan was an appreciative audience, obligingly making catcalls and interjecting with “Hot damn!” and “Yeah, baby!” at appropriate moments throughout the show.

Uninhibited by the effects of the drug, the virtual strangers acted and felt like the best of friends. By the time her bra and panties were off, Stan was sitting on the couch naked.

“Nice. Bring those beautiful tits over here. I want to suck them.”

Mindy smiled and slowly strode toward him in a rolling, sexy strut. Stan softly whistled his approval. “God, you’re gorgeous. I’m going to fuck those big boobs of yours later tonight.”

“You are?” she said with a charming giggle.

Stan chuckled and pulled her down on his lap again, except this time she straddled him. They kissed some more and this time Stan thoroughly explored her mouth, aware of how soft and warm it was. He couldn’t stop thinking about how fantastic those sweet, plump lips of hers would look and feel wrapped around his cock.

His intent transparent even when viewed through a drugged haze, Mindy gave him a slow, suggestive smile.

Taking her right hand in his, Stan placed her index and middle digits in his mouth, sensually licking, sucking and wetting them, making her shiver in the process. Then he took her hand from his mouth and guided her moistened fingers between her legs.

Mindy gasped, wide-eyed in surprise.

“Don’t be shy, babe. Play with yourself while I attend to these beauties. You can imagine how my cock will feel between your lips.”

He trailed the pad of his thumb along her mouth. “
These
warm, soft lips,” he moved his hand lower and stroked her labia, “and
these
beautiful lips, too,” he added with a chuckle.

“Yeah, OK,” she said, beginning to stroke herself with a heavy look of lust and arousal in her eyes.

Using his hands and mouth, Stan fondled, licked and gently nibbled every part of her breasts. Mindy happily pumped his cock with one hand while masturbating herself with the other.

Stan groaned. “You’re sweet as hell,” he said, “but if you keep that up I’m gonna come.”

“Fine by me,” she said playfully.

“No. I want to spray all over these big tits,” he said while cupping them and weighing them in his hands. “On your knees now, babe,” he said, taking over from her, stroking his engorged erection. “I want to slide my cock into that sweet mouth of yours.”

Mindy knelt down on the carpet, placing herself between his thighs. Stan, still gently working his cock, slowly fed it to her, pushing it between her soft lips.

“Mmm,” she said, closing her mouth around him.

“You got that right,” he growled. “
Shit,
that’s good.”

Mindy enthusiastically sucked him, swirling her tongue around his dick and giggling when Stan’s hips involuntarily jerked, pushing himself further inside. With his hand on his cock, he moved it around in her mouth.

Occasionally, he directed her with brief commands like, “Open wider,” or “Let me see your tongue. Show me how you lick it.” Also, “Prove to me how much you want it. You want my cum, don’t you?”

“Mm, mm,” she said, but couldn’t talk with his dick in her mouth.

He thought her swollen lips looked fantastic wrapped around him. Mindy suckled him and played with his balls. She looked as if she was enjoying going down on him as much as he was.

After all this messing around, it didn’t take long before he felt the pleasure and pressure build.

“Christ, Babe, open that beautiful mouth wide,” he said, as he suddenly stood up while fisting his dick. “I want to shoot on those tits and tongue. Lick those lips for me. Make them wet. Look like you want it.”

“Like this?” she asked, her glistening open mouth waiting provocatively.

“Yeah, like that. Perfect,” he said in a husky voice. “Tell me you want it. Beg me to give it to you.”

Mindy, obliging girl that she was, complied. “I want you to come on me, Stan. Please give me your cum. Come on my tits baby and on my tongue. I love the taste and I want to see you shoot all over me. Give it to me baby!”

“You’re going to get it,” he said gruffly, while rapidly sliding his hand up and down his throbbing cock. “I’m going to give it to you, oh yeah, yeah…it’s coming. I’m coming!” Stan grunted as he shot rope after thick rope of hot semen on her tits. As he stood there panting, Mindy cheerfully took him in her mouth and licked him clean.

Appreciative, he stroked her head affectionately. Stan grabbed some tissues and wiped his cum from her chin and tits.

“You’re the best, Mindy. Now, lie down on the couch and spread those thighs wide. I’m going to get some blow on that swollen clit of yours.”