“Wow, how do you know all these people?” I asked. I looked over at Hallie and she looked just as enamored as I did.
“I guess I just do,” he said.
He acted so nonchalantly about it, and I could tell he was eating it up because we were clamoring over him. We continued to walk through until we were led closer to the edge of the balcony where a giant private table filled with booze awaited us. There were several more people. More hellos by Blake to the numerous high-society folks we encountered until we finally sat down.
“Who’s table is this?” Hallie asked.
“Yours now. Happy birthday,” he said.
Hallie was beaming ear to ear. I knew it wasn’t our private table, but it was nice that he said that to her. I could tell how happy that made her.
“Really?” she asked.
Wow, she was being green.
“Yes, really,” Blake said. “This is our table tonight. I’m not joking.”
“Are you serious? But, what about all this alcohol?” I asked. “Who’s going to drink all of this?” I thought he was for sure joking with us. That couldn’t. I pointed to the four massive bottles of vodka on the table, and three bottles of tequila that were chilling on ice.
“We’re going to try,” he said. He smiled again. There was that sly look.
“I’m really confused,” Hallie said, turning to me. “Who is he?” she asked, leaning in so that only I could hear. But after he said it, I saw him smile. Either he heard us, or he was reading our minds.
“I don’t know, but it seems like we’re going to be in for a pretty good night,” I said. I smiled at her, and she smiled back. What was she thinking? Was she thinking she was going to have him tonight? Did she think I was going to just sit back and let her have her way with him? Well, it was her birthday after all, but I guess I still wasn’t sure.
Before I could continue down that negative train of thought, a waitress appeared, and Blake gave her a hug. He seemed to know everyone in the place, and certainly had us guessing as to who he really was. She came over to ask us what mixers we wanted, and Blake whipped out his wallet and handed her a black American Express card.
Who is this guy?
Hallie and I kept looking at each other every time someone recognized him. He certainly wasn’t a celebrity, but he was definitely treated like one.
“You guys having fun?” he asked, as the waitress poured a tray full of shots for the group.
“Yes,” we both said, trying to be heard over the loud thumping music. We were right next to the DJ booth, which was suspended over the dance floor on the balcony. He was some famous DJ that people kept trying to get photos of, and he was very much into the music. You could see him thumping and moving around with the beats he was playing. It was almost like a show in and of itself.
“What shall we cheers to,” Blake asked, holding his shot glass up to ours.
I looked at Hallie again, and we both smiled. “Cheers to the good life,” I said.
“To the good life,” he said, and Hallie repeated it. We took the shots down, and immediately had another one in front of us.
“Okay, one more to get us going, then we can pace ourselves with some regular drinks.”
Pace ourselves? I was already feeling drunk. I don’t imagine there was going to be pacing on anyone’s part that night. But I smiled and laughed anyways, taking the next shot, which was the smoothest tequila I had ever tasted.
“Wow, what was that tequila?” I asked.
“Pretty good right?” he asked, smiling again. He was probably underplaying it. I didn’t want to come off corny and ask him who he was, but I really wanted to. I could tell that Hallie didn’t really care because at that point, she was dancing and grooving in place. We had a small section of the balcony to ourselves, so we could move around within the velvet-roped off VIP area we were in.
“I’m glad we met you tonight,” said Hallie.
I shot her a quick glance. We? Not we, me.
“I’m glad I met you guys as well,” he said, but he was looking right at me when he said it. I could feel that energy exuding from him. I knew that look. I knew it all too well, and I could see Hallie get uneasy.
“I have an idea,” he said.
“Oh?” Hallie asked. She seemed just as interested as I was.
“How about we have some real fun tonight,” he said.
“Real fun?” I asked. I was game for just about anything.
“Yes, real fun,” he said. I could see Hallie’s eyes light up.
“Sure, I think,” I said.
“Yes!” Hallie acting far too overzealous, but it was her birthday after all.
Then, Blake put his hand in his pocket and brought us near him. We huddled together, and he opened his hand up to reveal greenish-blue colored pills with little skulls on them.
“What’s that?” I asked.
Hallie just smiled. We knew what it was. We knew all too well.
“These are happy pills,” he said, with the widest smile I had seen on his face that night. “I think that the occasion calls for it, don’t you?” Blake said.
“Happy pills?” Hallie asked. I could see her smiling from ear to ear. I don’t think she needed to be any happier than she was at that very moment. I can’t recall ever seeing her more happy than that in fact. She was ready for anything the night could bring. She nodded her head at me, vehemently.
I looked him in the eyes as he looked back and forth between Hallie and I. I think I knew where this night was going. I think I knew all too well where this night was going.
6
I could feel the music vibrating through me. It was almost as if it was a part of me. Every beat of the bass thumped through every fiber in my body. I cocked my head back. The air was cool and there was a light breeze as we exited the club. I could still feel the music pulsating through me as I balanced myself on my heels, strutting away from the gothic megaplex. We had latched back onto Blake, but this time it was with an intensity. I could see Hallie feeling it too, the pills had kicked in, and they were strong. The combination of the booze and the pill was invigorating. All of my senses had come to life. I could see, feel, and hear things viscerally.
“Did you guys have fun in there?” Blake asked.
“Oh my God, yes,” Hallie said. She swigged water from a bottle and passed it over to Blake then to me. I could see her grinding her teeth while running her fingers through her hair. I could see the pleasure lighting up in her eyes as she stroked her hand through her hair.
“So where are we going?” I asked. Blake said he wanted to take the party elsewhere. We were having such a good time, but we didn’t care. I looked at Blake as I grasped his arm tighter in mine, our elbows locking. He was gorgeous. The wind shifted through his hair as it bounced up and down suspended over his chiseled face.
“To a wicked party,” he said.
Wicked?
If he’s calling it wicked, it must be good. “Where is it?” I asked.
“Not too far from here,” he said.
“These heels are killing me,” Hallie said. So were mine.
“Oh, we’re not walking,” Blake said.
“Great, let’s catch a cab,” I said. My vision as starting to blur and time felt like it was moving fast then slow, and then back to fast again. I was literally tripping from the pill.
“No need for that,” Blake cooed, with another shit-eating grin on his face.
“What do you…” Before I could even finish asking that question, a dark matt black Rolls Royce Ghost pulled up. The driver jumped out of the car right in front of us, walked over to the back door, and pulled it open.
“Thanks, Charles,” Blake said.
“You’re welcome,” said the gray-haired man, dressed in a fine dark driving suit. He had an English accent.
Charles? Who the hell is this guy?
I looked at Hallie’s face, which lit up. I guess we were in for some night, more so than we could have ever even imagined. A Rolls Royce?
Who has a Rolls Royce with a driver in New York City? Even though there were so many questions, we jumped in the car without hesitation.
“Fancy, fancy,” said Hallie as we glided into the luxurious ride. The interior was decadent. I could feel the quality of the leather beneath me. The black-colored stitching was impeccable. I was noticing all sorts of things. I ran my hands along the seats to feel the leather, and the feeling was incredible. I was really starting to feel that pill.
“Thank you,” Blake said. He smiled. He was blowing us away at every turn and corner.
“From VIP bottle service, to this, what’s next?” I asked. I cast a sly smile. I was feeling less tempered now that the pill had kicked in. I was saying what was on my mind.
“Well, we’ll find out won’t we,” he said.
He was seated in the middle of us again, and we were pressed up close to him even though the interior was roomy enough to spread out. The feeling of having him so close felt so good to me, and I was sure Hallie was feeling the same way. But where were we going? Are we going to have any privacy?
“I guess we will,” Hallie said. She grabbed his leg and started stroking her hand up and down his tight black jeans. I could see her cooing, feeling the denim against her hand, slowly, and methodically moving her hand back and forth. She was in a trance-like state.
The car drove off, with three very frisky people in it. I wasn’t sure if this was something he was used to doing – picking up strange girls at bars and whisking them off to some luxurious haven – but it was working. It was working for me, and it certainly was working for Hallie. We were both having the time of our lives.
“How about some music guys?”
“Yes!” we both screamed.
“Okay, okay,” he said, smiling. “Charles, music please.”
“Yes, sir.”
Sir?
Before I could make another funny face and think another funny thought, the music had been cranked up. The house music overtook me and I cocked my head back. I ran my fingernails through my hair as I felt the music oozing through my veins. It was incredible. I looked over at Blake and he was feeling good too. We were all on the same level.
After what seemed like only a few minutes, the car stopped.
“Park avenue?” I asked. “What are we doing here?”
“It’s the next stop,” he said, smiling.
After the car stopped, Charles exited the vehicle in front of the Park Avenue awning, and let us all out. He said something to Blake that we couldn’t hear, shut the door, and drove off to park the car. We walked up to the awning and entered through the doors as the doorman greeted Blake.
“Good morning, Mr. Edwards,” said the tall man at the door in a black suit.
“Mr. Edwards?” I asked.
He smiled. “Yeah, I kind of live here.”
“Kind of?” Hallie asked.
“Yeah, I live here,” he said, as we made our way through the marble and limestone lobby to the gold elevator bays.
“Good morning, Mr. Edwards chirped the man at the front desk.
“Good morning, John. How’s everything been last night? Pretty quiet?” Blake asked.
“Yes, very quiet. Everything is good,” he said.
What was quiet? What was he talking about?
The elevator opened and the three of us stumbled in. It was clear we were pretty intoxicated, but Blake managed to keep his composure the most amongst the three of us. He put in a key, turned it, and pressed the button for the penthouse. My eyes widened.
The penthouse? What! He could see the expression in my eyes. He knew how impressed we were. His little tricks were certainly working on us. I batted my eyelashes as the elevator whirred to the top of the building.
“So you guys live downtown?”
“Yes, we’re law students. This is our final year at NYU,” Hallie said. Her head cocked back as she ran her hands up and down the wood lined interior of the elevator. We could see the three of us in the reflection of the gold-colored chrome elevator doors.
“I look good in this elevator,” I said. Did I just say that aloud?
“You’d look good in any elevator,” Blake said.
I smiled but Hallie didn’t seem to like that too much. Nonetheless, she was along for the ride. That pill was certainly having more of an affect on her than it was on me.
Then, the elevator door opened, and our mouths dropped to the floor. “What the hell?” Hallie said. “Are you serious?”
We walked into what seemed like a palace in the sky. I couldn’t begin to describe the luxurious finishes and furnishings in the space. And as we rounded the corner from the elevator bay that opened right up into the penthouse apartment, we could see it. The oversized glass windows led out onto an enormous limestone-railing balcony with a view of the entire city, perched over Central Park.
“You live here?” I asked.
He smiled. “Yes,” he said.
“How?” I cooed.
“What do you mean how?”
He knew exactly what I meant. How was it possible that a young guy could have so much money. What the heck was his whole deal? But, I was feeling the heavy affects of the pill, so I wasn’t about to get into a conversation about money right then. I reminded myself I would inquire later.
We stepped out onto the balcony to feel the cool early morning air of New York City. The city was so peaceful at that hour, perched so high above the streets. The sprawling massiveness of Central Park stretched out in front of the apartment made if feel like it was looking out onto its own backyard. Birds glided across the sky gracefully, and the cool air felt good on my face. I touched my face and ran my fingers through my hair again. I had to snap myself out of that trance.
It must have been 4 o’clock in the morning then, and the sun still hadn’t begun to make its way into the sky. Black guided us around the enormous oversized balcony.
“You can see the whole city from up here,” Hallie said.
“Glad you guys like it,” Blake added. He disappeared for a moment, and Hallie and I walked toward the railings. She held my hand, and turned to me, looking me in the eyes.
“This pill feels so good, Sydney. So good,” she said.
“I know,” I said. “I know. So good,” I added.
“So good,” she said again slowly, and we both broke out in laughter. She held my hand, pulled me close to her, and gave me a big hug. “Did I ever tell you how much I love you? Thank you for being my best friend,” she said.
“I love you too,” I said.
We were both feeling the pills pretty strong, but I felt like mine had been wearing off a bit. When Blake came back out onto the balcony, he was in swim shorts. Both Hallie and I stared at him. How was he in such incredible shape? The tanned muscular tones in his midsection accentuated not just six-pack abs, but what looked like eight-pack abs. But, it wasn’t overdone. He didn’t look like a guy that obsessed over heavy lifting, just someone who was incredibly lean and toned. My eyes lit up, as did Hallie’s.
“Workout much?” I asked.
He smiled again. “You guys in the mood for a little hot tub time?” he asked. He was being coy.
We both smiled and nodded. We didn’t have bathing suits, so we knew we were going to go in with our underwear, and we didn’t care.
“That pill is starting to wear off for me,” I said, and Hallie nodded in agreement.
“Don’t you worry about that,” he said. He put his hand in his pocket and opened it up to reveal dozens of pills.
“Wow,” I said. “You’re certainly prepared.”
“Should we all take two?” he asked.
“Isn’t that too much?” Hallie asked.
“Not even close. You could take 10 of these and still be fine. It won’t have the same affect after a while because it would end up depleting all of your serotonin, but you would still be fine.”
I nervously plucked two pills from his hand and put them in my mouth, and they followed suit. It was certainly going t
o be a long night. Once we had swallowed the pills, Blake led us around the corner of the wraparound balcony, and up a flight of steps.
“There’s another balcony?” I asked.
“Yes, just up here,” he said. “The hot tub is up here.”
“It’s on the balcony?” I asked.
“Of course it is, where else would it be?” He laughed to himself. He was getting a kick out of amusing us.
Hallie and I followed him close as he led us up the stairs. We were both eyeing him from behind. Those muscular legs; that toned and supple buttocks. I just wanted to bite him on the ass cheek right there. He turned around and looked at us and smiled as if he knew what we were thinking.
“Do you pick up strange girls like this all the time and bring them back to your penthouse?” I asked, playing coy.
“Sometimes,” he said.
At least he wasn’t lying. We reached the roof deck and it was another incredible balcony level. But this was the party balcony – heat lamps, a hot tub, a wet bar, tropical plants, and privacy. “Wow,” I said.
“Wow,” said Hallie.
We were both stunned. Blake led us to the tub, opened it up, pulled out his cell phone, pushed a few buttons, and the hot tub came to life. Purple and green changing lights could be seen, and the whirring of jets and bubbling of water could be heard. He pressed another button on his phone and we started to hear music.
“This thing has built in speakers?” Hallie asked.
“Of course it does,” I said, laughing to myself.
I placed my hand into the water and I could feel the warmth of the swirling liquid envelope it. The sensations that shot through my body were indescribable. It was electric.
I looked at Hallie as I stood there hovering over the water, my hand immersed in it, and my eyes rolling into the back of my head. The cool breeze in the air felt incredible against my skin, and a tingling sensation coursed through my body. I closed my eyes for a moment and swirled my hand in and around the water. The feeling was so good. The feeling of the water touching my hand felt so good.
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