A Perfect Place To Hyde – Part Eight

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The detritus of drug-taking is scattered all around, so Jed gathers it up, wraps it in toilet tissue and dumps it into the en suite bathroom’s waste bin. He runs his tongue around his teeth, crunches a complimentary breath mint so he can suck on the fragments and then rinses for good measure using the mouthwash he brought with him on the trip. That’ll do.Peering through the bedroom door’s peephole he spies the girls huddled in the bright light of the corridor, clutching purses. Each beat of his heart is pumping him harder. So it’s come to this, he thinks, the words articulating distinctly in his head just before he opens the door. And to think these girls invited themselves…‘Hi,’ he says, adopting a very different smile from the leer that the mirror reflected moment earlier. ‘Welcome to my humble pad for the night. Glad you could make it.’‘God, we thought you were going to leave us out there forever,’ Lily says, as he ushers them within. They crush past him through the entryway and into the moodily lit space – Clara expectant, absorbing all around her, Lily excited too, but that shade more tentative. Both are cooing sentiments regarding what an attractive room it is. Both have touched up hair and make-up in the brief interim. Jed fucking loves that they felt compelled to take the time and wonders did either voice her reasons for primping in advance of this private party. He suspects not, but imagines their thought processes along the following broad lines:Clara: Things are going to get sexxxxxyyyyyyyyy!!!!!Lily: OhmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodwhatamIdoing???The discussion they did have of forthcoming events probably didn’t stray beyond, ‘Are we crazy?’, answered with ‘Yes, crazy to party!’At any rate, they’ve arrived.‘Seems you’ve successfully fled Mum and Dad,’ the off-duty teacher says to Lily, shutting the door firmly behind him. ‘Sent that text yet?’Her look to him is soulful, those even front teeth pinching her lip like such wilful defiance scares her. ‘Yes. Told them we’d be getting a taxi.’‘And then switched off?’‘Uh-huh. She can text and call me all she likes, I don’t care.’ The show of spirit colours her fair-complexioned cheeks. ‘Worry about it later, right?’‘That about sums it up. Welcome to being a grown-up.’ They share a smile, Jed’s a matey acknowledgement of their collusion, Lily’s more like nervy delight at having won his approval. She’ll have the opportunity to win plenty more, Jed thinks. With Hyde seated comfortably at the controls (see earlier ship metaphor for details) such salacious ponderings have become the norm.Clara is already dancing in the space between the bed and the dresser; the current mix-track receiving a club treatment is Flames, David Guetta’s impassioned collaboration with Sia. ‘Love this song,’ the olive-skinned beauty says, undulating to its insistent rhythm. Her eyes are closed and her small fists are clenched above her head. ‘You know how to set a party mood.’‘She’s right, you do,’ Lily agrees, turning away and into the dance vortex that Clara has created, purse tossed like her friend’s onto the dresser. ‘You don’t waste any time.’ Her bridesmaid’s dress is billowy, but the pair find room opposite one another, the fair girl giving herself over to the buoyant mood established by her darker, bolder friend. Dim lights, hot beats and middling inebriation combine to form a sense of shared enjoyment in this new, private setting.‘That’s what I like to see,’ Jed says, delving inside the minibar. ‘Guests who know how to relax and have fun. No wallflowers at this party, just straight to the mingling.’ He retrieves and sets out a variety of cans and bottles alongside the plastic cups from downstairs. ‘Okay, liquid refreshment… Who wants what?’‘I shouldn’t,’ Lily says, pausing her dancing.‘But you’re going to, aren’t you?’ Jed turns up his smile’s wickedness to a good seven on a scale of one-to-ten.‘Ehhh – yes?’ she replies, her uncertainty dissolving into laughter. ‘Looks like I am. White wine, please.’Clara is visibly entertained by her friend’s succumbing to temptation. ‘Go Lily!’ she shouts, adding with an arch smile, ‘Mix me a vodka and Coke, barman.’‘Barman’s on it,’ Jed says. Both girls throw themselves back into the music (Calvin Harris is providing accompaniment for Dua Lipa’s One Kiss now) as Jed busies himself with the drinks, adding a Bushmills whiskey for himself. ‘Lily’s created our motto for the evening,’ he tells them as he pours.‘What’s that?’ Clara inquires over the music.‘“I shouldn’t, but I’m going to.”’‘I’ll drink to that,’ she says, as Lily rolls her eyes and giggles.‘We all will.’ He joins them and passes the spirits to both, raising his own cup. ‘Bottoms up.’‘Sorry?’ Clara voices both girls’ bewildered mirth.‘It’s an expression,’ he says. ‘A toast. You know, as in, “Tilt up your glasses’ bottoms.”.’‘Ohhhhhh,’ Lily says in dawning comprehension.‘Wait, you thought I was referring to your bottoms?’‘We didn’t know what you were talking about, did we, Lil?’‘Not a clue.’ Both girls are now tittering with sustained mirth.‘Look, from what you’ve both shaken at me tonight, I’ll drink to both.’‘You’re really going to drink Acıbadem Escort to our bottoms?’ Lily says, eyebrows arched.‘And the rest.’ Jed is enjoying himself immensely right now. ‘That’s all of both of you – no one and no parts excluded. The sexy bridesmaid and her equally sexy friend.’ They both grin tipsily – Lily blushing with pleasure, Clara validated in what she already knew. ‘Or since that’s a bit wordy and doesn’t include me,’ Jed says, ‘I’ll take my inspiration from Lily.’ He winks at her and raises his cup. ‘To doing what we shouldn’t.’Lily smirks in recognition of her accidental motto and both girls respond: ‘To doing what we shouldn’t.’They all drink, Jed knocking back the whiskey in one and tossing the cup over his shoulder as the liquid burns its passage down his throat. ‘Like that. And like this…’ He tugs at his bowtie with both hands and unknots it, pulling the ends out so that they hang loose. Then he unbuttons the collar of his shirt. ‘There. Very impolite, but at least I can breathe again.’‘Such a bad-boy,’ Clara says, her eyes gleaming satirically. ‘Isn’t he?’‘Total rebel,’ Lily joins in, her manner happily blurry.‘Hey, my bad-boy credentials aren’t in question,’ Jed protests, the next step of his plan growing solid like his cock. ‘I’ve plied you with drinks, brought you up to my room – admittedly at your request but I could have said no – I’ve concealed you from concerned parents, handed out more even more booze… and I’m a teacher. I could hardly be more irresponsible. Not unless… No, no no no no no – I can’t go there.’‘Go where?’ Clara asks, right on cue.‘Nope, shouldn’t have said anything. Didn’t say anything. Forget it.’‘Forget what?’‘Nothing to forget. Leave it be.’‘Leave what be?’ Even Lily is being driven mad now. ‘Tell us!’‘I shouldn’t…’‘Maybe not, but you’re going to,’ Clara says. ‘Isn’t he, Lil?’‘Mmhmm,’ Lily replies, a tad breathlessly. ‘He just made us drink to it.’‘You did,’ Clara says to Jed. ‘Go on – cut the bullshit and tell us.’Jed pauses. He knows what he’s going to say, but the moment is worth milking. (There’ll be many milked moments before this evening is done, but then you already know that. It’s why you’re still reading, you pervert.) ‘Fuck it,’ are his words. He adds serious heft to the ‘fuck’ – lodge that in the foreshadowing bank. Then he picks up his tux jacket from the chair where he threw it and feels around into the inside breast pocket. ‘It’s not like you’re going to tell anyone. And there’s no harm in showing…’‘Showing what?’ Lily asks, looking on with open fascination.‘Got ‘em.’ Jed pinches hold of the DIY toilet tissue parcel. He withdraws it and places it on the centre of his palm, Lily and Clara peering close as he unfolds the scrap. Three round purple pills embossed with smiley faces. ‘With these,’ he says, ‘I really am booking my ticket to hell.’Freezeframe Three. Clara’s features have lit up. Her eyes are wide, her smile almost as broad as that of the classic Joker, while retaining all attractiveness. She’s like a child ogling candy. The evening, already shaping up to her approval, has evidently undergone a quantum leap in excitement. Lily’s eyes are wide also, and her jaw has dropped, forming her pretty mouth into a near-perfect O. She as good as knows what she’s looking at, that much is clear, and the implications are causing her head to spin. Her friend might do this kind of shit, but she doesn’t. At least she never has up till now…‘Oh God,’ Clara says.‘Are those…’ Lily looks to Jed, then to Clara for confirmation. ‘Is that…’‘Where’d you get it from?’ Clara inquires, laughing. ‘Where does a teacher get ecstasy? Shady deals with the Sixth Form boys?’‘I have my sources,’ he tells her, ladling on the mystery. ‘Trusted ones.’‘You…’ Lily can barely muster the words. ‘You brought ecstasy tablets to a wedding?’‘Well I didn’t know I was going to meet such stimulating company,’ Jed says, happily going along with the blonde teen’s misconception. ‘And some weddings are terribly dull.’‘You’re so bad…’ Lily reiterates from earlier in the evening. There’s humour in her tone, but trepidation too.‘I’ve never claimed otherwise,’ Jed says, ‘but I’m only offering. You don’t want, you don’t take.’‘Are you crazy? Of course we take!’ Clara says, primed to pounce.Jed snatches his hand away, clutching the prize. ‘There’s no pressure,’ he says to the flustered Lily. ‘It’s just an option.’‘Do I look pressured?’ Clara demands. What she looks like is a very cute panting dog.‘No,’ Jed says, ‘but Lily’s not comfortable with it, and that’s fine. She doesn’t have to take it if she doesn’t want to. None of us do.’‘I do,’ Clara insists. ‘Want to, I mean.’‘I’m not… not comfortable,’ Lily protests, concerned not to appear standoffish. There’s no way this girl wants to be left out, of anything. ‘I’ve never taken any,’ she explains. ‘I’ve never really thought about it. It’s kinda – you know, something other people do…’‘Tonight you’re those people,’ Clara says. ‘Come on, Lil, do you want a party or not?’‘Yeah, I want a party, you know I do. I’m having a party.’‘This’ll make the party better,’ Clara insists. Acıbadem Escort Bayan ‘Way better.’‘It will?’ Lily is in a quandary, looking to Jed, then back to Clara, like she wants to be convinced. ‘How? What does it do?’Clara’s response exhibits an almost missionary zeal. ‘It’s hard to describe. It’s… It’s… It’s amazing. It just makes everything look better, feel better. Makes you feel better. Crazy-happy, like you’ve been – been – been drinking sunshine. Like you’re in love with… with life and everything and everyone. I’ve only done it a couple of times – at parties – not even good parties – but once I took it, they got amazing.’ On using the word this time around, she clutches Lily’s arm. ‘Go on. Try it, with me.’‘You think I should?’ Lily looks to Jed as she says it, and he finds it rich that she’s appealing to the guy who originally proffered the E tabs for support. ‘Aren’t there risks?’‘Not if you’re careful,’ he says. ‘I should know, I teach a class on it.’Lily stares at him for a moment and then bursts into laughter. ‘God, you probably do, don’t you? Oh Jesus – that’s so wrong!’‘Yeah, but it makes sense too,’ Clara contributes. ‘Who better to take it with than a teacher?’ The girls stare at each other and erupt into further hilarity, while Jed contemplates how easy wickedness is, when others turn complicit.‘Such a responsible member of society,’ Lily slurs. She snickers and hiccups and raises an embarrassed palm to her mouth, then she looks at Jed’s clenched hand like it’s the scary end of a snake. ‘You’re taking some too, right?’‘Of course,’ he says. ‘So… what do you think?’‘Well…’ He can almost hear her accelerated breathing over the music. ‘Okay. Okay, I will.’‘You sure?’‘Mmhmm.’‘You really shouldn’t…’She looks at his cajoling smile. ‘No,’ she says simply, returning the smile in nervy surrender. ‘But I’m going to.’‘That’s the spirit,’ he says, ‘Let me go first.’It’s hard to express the thrill that Jed is feeling right now – the rush, both natural and alcoholically or pharmaceutically enhanced, through his body and his brain. Lovely Lily is effectively taking the hand of her hot, sassy friend and proceeding down Depravity Boulevard, both girls being smoothly ushered along by their bad-intentioned chaperone. And their progress is about to turn cherry-blossom gorgeous. Every moment in the following drug-related interaction pumps him rigid with ineffable joy…First, he extends his opening palm to Lily. ‘Choose one,’ he says, ‘and put it on my tongue.’Lily’s eyes widen. Clara wets her own lips at Jed’s bold instruction. She watches, mesmerised, as Lily takes one of the proffered pills and reaches to Jed, like she’s feeding a creature liable to snap down on her outstretched digits. He opens his mouth and extends his tongue, but not so far that she can avoid slipping her slender fingers between his lips. He curls his tongue, scooping the pill and wetly stroking Lily’s fingertips. She withdraws her hand, startled, but with her eyes still fast upon him.Jed sucks on the dissolving tab for a moment, before stowing it in his cheek. ‘Now,’ he says to Clara, ‘open your mouth and reach out your tongue.’ The dark-haired adventurer smiles openly at his challenge, before moving to him, her soft glistening tongue extended. ‘Good,’ he says. ‘Keep that until I say.’ Then he picks the remaining tablets from his palm and places them one behind the other on the protruding pink surface. ‘Okay, Lily – the closest one is yours. Take it, but let me see you use your mouth.’Her look to him is a moon-eyed ‘Really?’, his return glance a calm but firm ‘Yes’.Meekly, her breath catching, she moves to retrieve. Clara presents her thrust-out tongue to her friend, the gesture sweet but with an inescapable air of lewdness. Lily reaches with her mouth, moistening her lips, but unsure how to negotiate the task. Her tongue strokes, making wet contact with Clara’s before she gathers up the tab, snaring it between tongue-tip and upper lip. She gathers it into her mouth and scurries in reverse, eyes lowered. Clara’s tongue withdraws into her mouth, and she sucks deliciously on her tablet, meeting Lily’s coy glances with one that’s sustained and unashamedly wicked. She flicks a glance to Jed that reads something like: Fuck – NOW I know why you brought us both along, you dirty, DIRTY man.Jed cracks open the bottled water he brought, actively restraining a ‘dirty man’ grin as he passes it to Lily. He doesn’t want to overwhelm her. Not yet. ‘Here,’ he says, his casual tone belying the cocaine’s heightening rush. (How the fuck he’ll manage it along with an additional helping of ecstasy is of great interest to him, and hopefully to you, my reader-friends.) ‘To help wash it down,’ he encourages. ‘Let it dissolve properly though.’Lily sips from the bottle and passes it to Clara, who takes a slug before passing it back to Jed. He drinks, and they all share the illicit moment to a backing of Sigala and Paloma Faith’s fine dance anthem Sweet Lullaby. Clara and Lily swallow, at least one of them with satisfaction.‘What happens now?’ the latter asks, alert to Escort Acıbadem the possibility of some frightening consequence.‘Relax,’ Jed tells her. ‘Enjoy the music and it’ll happen in its own sweet time. Take care with them and – well – Es are good. Like the song says.’‘What song’s that?’ Clara inquires with cheerful mockery. ‘Something my dad would know?’Jed grins at her insinuation regarding his advancing years. It’s accurate – he was still at primary school when Scottish dance band The Shamen released their song Ebeneezer Goode at the height of the UK’s rave culture, so his older brother had to explain it all to him. He tells the girls about it expansively as they dance-huddle, so I’ll give you the edited version – specifically how the band defended the song against accusations that it encouraged use of recreational drugs. The lyrics, lead-rapper Mr C claimed when interviewed for TV, were about the eponymous life-of-the-party guy, a composite character based on friends of the band; it wasn’t by any means an exhortation to enjoy the mind-altering benefits of ecstasy, God no. This despite the frantically deranged music video, lines that sneakily detailed the drug’s virtues and a chorus where everyone chanted ‘Eezer Goode! Eezer Goode!’ while looking manifestly and joyously off their tits.‘Pardon my using the word ‘tits’,’ Jed says, on finishing the story.‘You keep checking out mine,’ Clara replies amid laughter at his story. ‘Do you want pardoning for that too?’‘That’s hugely unfair,’ Jed protests. ‘I’ve been checking out Lily’s tits just as much as yours.’‘Not quite,’ Clara corrects, ‘you’ve been checking out my tits and her ass.’‘Is that fair?’ he asks Lily, who’s been giggling way too much to worry further about the E she dropped. ‘Have I been checking out your ass?’‘I don’t know,’ she tells him, feigning offence that he would even ask. ‘How could I see if you were doing it? You’d be behind me!’‘Excellent point. Well, I’m checking it out…’ – he does so in all its chiffon-caressed shapeliness – ‘right now, and I can tell you it’s fucking sensational. As are your best friend’s tits. Though I should add…’ – he addresses both, his fearlessness increasing moment to moment – ‘…that each of you is exceedingly well put-together in both departments. Tits and ass. See? I know how to compliment a girl. Now let’s see you both move it all… to this.’He’s reached for his phone while speaking and has accessed the tune so recently under discussion. The bubbling trippiness of Ebeneezer Goode’s opening fills the room, along with Mr C’s finger-wagging admonishment: ‘Naughty-naughty, very naughty!’ Then seconds later drum and bass kick in, followed by synth that provides the song’s irresistible hook. Lily and Clara are instantly infected by the track’s hedonistic mayhem.‘I take it back,’ Clara says. ‘This kicks ass!’‘I love it!’ Lily says. Her expression is alive with enjoyment.Five minutes have passed since the ecstasy tab went south Jed estimates (call the time E+5), so any effects are going to be merely placebo in nature. He attempts from there to chart how the drug transforms its willing takers’ behaviour, but his own participation in the experiment, boosted by his preceding intake of cocaine, soon renders impossible any such detached observation. It’s pointless anyway. As chemical madness takes over, he knows that the evening’s course is set. Jed-Hyde’s teengirls have joined him on the E-train to Depravity Central and there’s no getting off till the getting-off. This train is express. (Line runs parallel to Depravity Boulevard, if you were wondering, but gets there way faster, hence – much better metaphor.)Of course, we can monitor the unfolding situation, even if Jed can’t. Narrative omniscience has that kind of voyeuristic potential. So by adopting those E+ timings, we can say that during this key half-hour, events proceed thus:E+10 – Jed has replaced The Shamen with an extended ‘90s trance mix from Ministry of Sound (the London music factory historically beloved by his brother and then by him) and is dancing to it like no one is watching. Clara is freaking out to it too, shouting ‘You’ve got good taste for an oldie, Mr Jed!’ and sweeping damp hair from her face as she shimmies right in front of him, taking care to showcase her recently commended boobs. Lily appears to have abandoned Worry while embracing Fun; she’s checking out Clara’s moves while improvising her own, shaking her estimably contoured tailfeather and going so far as to bump it daringly against Jed’s hip, following up with an impudent smile his direction.E+15 – The heat is rising. Jed has cranked up the A/C a couple of notches and is passing around the water bottle again. Lily and Clara have embraced old-school trance music and are snaking their arms while swaying their bodies sinuously to its insistent rhythms each time it builds inexorably in momentum… before going absolutely dancefloor fuck-nuts on each explosive crescendo, shaking out their hair and their teenage booties and grinning at each other like loons. Both have kicked off their heeled shoes, both – Lily more so – are hitching up the skirts of their dresses to accommodate their on-the-spot exertions. And both are exhibiting the thinnest sheen of perspiration on their skin. Jed is exerting himself too, further buttons of his shirt now undone, and his dress-shoes removed. He’s not giving it everything though, like he’s saving his energy for later…

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