Wild Animals

"Damn… I didn't know Chinese guys could fuck so well."

Flick!

Lucy Harris lit a cigarette and brought it up to her plump lips. Inhaling the smoke like she was on the front cover of Playboy, she lay her head on Fang Lang's chest. Fang, his eyes fixated on the ceiling, reached over and pulled a cigarette for himself from Lucy's box. Lucy smirked, lighting it for Fang as he raised it to his lips. The naked pair lay comfortable under fur blankets, their bare skin on top of silk sheets, their bodies cuddled together and recuperating from their fun. The lava lamp ceiling glowed enchantingly above them, lighting the room with mystical blues, pinks, and purples. The hum of the water filter in the panoramic aquarium installed into Fang Lang's walls, along with the breeze of the AC, provided comforting white noise that shielded them from the ruckus downstairs.

"So, K-9…" Lucy traced a finger across Fang's abdomen. "Are you single?"

Fang took a hit of his cigarette and blew. "Yeah. I'm not really looking for anything serious right now, though."

Lucy nodded. "Ahhh, nothing serious, I see… well, just between us, I wasn't looking for anything serious either…"

There was a silence as Lucy leaned in and brought her brown, luscious lips up to Fang's ear. She lightly whispered, "Now about that coke…"

Fang smirked, keeping his gaze set above. "What about it? You want some?"

"Of course I want some!" Lucy exclaimed, sitting up. "Come on, baby, hook me up." She gave Fang a pair of pleading eyes, and he rolled his. Fang pulled the blankets aside and swiveled out of bed, standing up and revealing his nude, muscular physique. One could tell that Fang had spent countless hours honing his body.

"I'll go get it," Fang said, walking over to his jacket, which lie on the floor at the foot of the bed. He picked up his jacket, reached inside the pocket and retrieved a small baggy with what looked to be small, white rocks inside, fresh and unopened. He waved it in the air for Lucy. "This what you want?"

Lucy nodded, smiling, getting on all fours and climbing to the edge of the bed seductively. "Mhmm, that's exactly what I want, baby."

"Heh, alright, calm your tits," Fang said, smirking as he sat down on a futon and emptied the baggy on a glass table. The white rocks clattered onto the table with tiny "tinks." Fang then reached in his pants, which were also on the floor, and grabbed his wallet, then opened it and pulled out his debit card and a dollar bill.

"Hope you don't mind if I watch," Lucy cooed, laying over the edge of the bed.

"Nah, not at all," Fang said with a chuckle, then he draped the dollar bill over the rocks of coke with his left hand, and held it down at the corners with his fingers. He took the debit card in his right hand and began to scrape it against the dollar bill, crushing the cocaine beneath into snowy powder. When there was no more friction, he took away the debit card and dollar bill to reveal a tiny pile of white powder on the table. He promptly licked the excess cocaine off of the dollar bill, then put it back in his wallet and continued.

Fang took the debit card and started cutting up the powder into skinny, individual lines. When he was finished, the powder was cut up into 6 parallel lines. Fang held out his debit card to Lucy. "Wanna lick that?"

Lucy took the debit card and licked the thin layer of white powder on the card's edge, then held it back out to Fang. She smiled with delight. "Mmm, yum yum." Fang Lang took his card back and returned it to his wallet, and tossed his wallet amidst the pile of clothes.

"Alright. You can do the honors," Fang said, sitting back in his futon. Lucy wasted no time in climbing out of bed and taking a knee by the glass table. She lifted a finger and pushed down on one nostril, then leaned down and took in a dramatic, long sniff as she moved her open nostril along one of the white lines. She ended with a final, "Ahhhh," as she brought her neck back and closed her eyes, making sure no powder escaped.

"Fuck, I love this white shit!" Lucy giggled. "Come on, K-9, getchu some of this."

Fang smirked and followed Lucy, holding a nostril close and sniffing up a line, then a second. The two took three hits each, then all six lines were gone, and they were overcame by a high that made their earlier fun in the bed look boring.

"Ohh yeah, I feel that drip," Lucy said, nodding, rubbing her throat.

"Hey, don't get used to this though, okay Lucy?" Fang said, rubbing his nose. "I can't always give away product, I just happened to have some extra."

Lucy fell back on the floor and let out a long sigh. Her eyes, large pools of black, flickered with pleasure. "Uh-huh… oh, fuck, this is greaaat."

Fang chuckled as he looked at Lucy's intoxicated expression. Suddenly, she shot up to her feet.

"Let's go out, Fang!" Lucy exclaimed excitedly. "Come on, let's go do something."

"Do something?" Fang asked, furrowing his eyebrows. "Like what?"

"I don't knowww, anything!" Lucy replied, giggling as she locked Fang's arm with hers. "Come on, you're a member of the Miami Dogma. You own this city! We can do whatever we want!"

"You're just high," Fang answered, laughing. He paused as he examined Lucy's naked body, moving his eyes from her breasts to feet. "But… I think I have an idea of something we can do."

"Oh yeah?" Lucy replied with a whisper, a smirk playing on her lips as she noticed Fang's line of sight. She tip toed closer to him, bringing her face inches away from his and wrapping an arm around his neck. She reached her other hand down and grabbed Fang's member, and lightly began to stroke. "Enlighten me…"