Bill and Katya Pt 1.

I settled in at my regular spot and by around 10pm it looked like it was going to just be another night. I was playing pool, drinking PBR tall boys, and casually working my way through a gram of coke. I was definitely starting to feel the beer I realized as I lined up a rail shot on the 8 ball and missed, hitting the rail too soon with the queue ball and kicking the eight out into the middle of the table and setting up Chris for a three ball runout to the out which wouldn't be any problem for someone of his skill level.

I snatched up my queue and muttered "stupid fucking cunt..." which was one of my favorite insults for pool balls when they don't behave properly. I stood next to the door, pool stick propped up in front of me, loosening and tightening it impatiently, waiting for Chris to end it. It's considered a forfeit according some rules to break down your stick while the other guy is shooting, and it's impolite at any rate.

As I waited for my impending demise I noticed a couple I had seen around at different bars on league night, so they were definitely pool players too. Although that bar you had a better than 50/50 chance anyways. They girl who went by some Russian name I couldn't recall, kept glancing over to look at me as she listened to whatever her boyfriend was saying. She had lunch dazzling blue eyes it was like a gemstone glinting at me each her gave flickered over my way. You couldn't tell most of the time, because she could look at straight on without it showing but I recalled she had something of a lazy, and a limp. I think was the result of having some infection or infectious disease as a child growing up poor in Russia without proper medical care.

My mind was already wandering off into a fantasy about her as feminine, yet hardy planes wife. She gave her husband half a dozen children and always kept the tent clean and had the best stew in the camp... wait... did they eat stew or would it have been more of a porridge.

I snapped out of it as Chris came up to me to shake my hand for a game well played after running out the table as I had predicted.

"Yeah, good game, man" I responded, when the girl I had just been thinking about appeared in front of me, hobbling the door to the side street behind me, her boyfriend was in tow with a pack of Marlboro Lights already in his hand. I imagined she walked like some old witch with a cane from a fantasy story, that's covered in rags and her face dirty, then the hero does her some kindness, and she throws off the rags and it turns out she's a mid-twenties, Russian girl with at least D cup tits, wide hips, and striking blue eyes.

So they must smoke as well I thought as I opened the door and held it for her and dug for my own pack in cigarettes into my jeans. Between cigarettes, lighter, baggy or two of cocaine, wallet, loose quarters for the table, and other assorted cash and paraphernalia I had acquired so far tonight, it was quite a task.

She gave me a shy smile as she wobbled by. "Thank you, Loki" she said in her thick Russian Accent. "Yeah, no worries. Good to see you guys." I said and smiled politely. She obviously knew my name, and we had run into each other at one bars or another probably at least every other week for the last year or so, just never said more than a few words, passing pleasantries.

Bill idled for a second after he had passed the door as I was still standing there deciding whether I wanted to do another bump first or smoke. So I just nodded and said "I'll smoke with ya guys ina minute, gotta' hit the head". It's had been nearly an hour since I ingested any Cocaine and the prospect and having a conversation with them sounded a little unnerving if I was itching constantly to go back up.

The Men's room was taken so I glanced around before scooting into the Women's. They were single anyways, why didn't they just make them both "Bathroom", then I thought about the handful of times I'd come out of the Women's and there was someone waiting; They are to this day the nastiest, how-dare-you, learn-your-place faces and exasperated sighs I've ever witnessed.

Finally in the Men's room, which was literally an old closet with a toilet and half smashed mirror above that style of sink you see in every NYC 50's construction. I debated for moment, while I dug my VIP baggy out of pocket, whether I should piss first, or do a bump. That was one of my rituals I really enjoyed at that bar. I have two tasks, piss and snort cocaine, my only obstacle is which to complete first.

TODO: I approach Bill / Katya outside, bring up coke, she's never tried it (wondering now if maybe that was entirely truthful. Offer to provide them with some coke and if they're down to hang out and do **** for awhile after the bar closes.

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We got to Bill's apartment and I was in first, then Katya stopped and whispered something to Bill, then looked at with, an apologetic, asking look on her face, with her blue eyes and soft lips she could have asked just about anything and I would have acquiesced. I didn't understand at first, and looked at the stairs and back to Katya questioningly, maybe I had just been uninvited? "You guys want to spend the night alone?" I suggested and she shook her head quickly and then reached out with both hands, looking for all the girl like a little girl asking her daddy to pick her up, "You carry me... my legs, it's hard..." This should have been first tip off but I was still naive, why wouldn't she have her bf carry her? I looked at Bill and starting to ask. "Uhh, wouldn't you like to..." He just shook is head dismissively and made some excuse about his back.

Didn't have to tell me twice, the prospect of having Katya's soft tits, and firm curves pressed against me for 5 floors, could carry worse things. Katya limped over to me and I reached behind, hesitated for a second, gave an apologetic smile, then scooped her up, and adjusted to her 110 lbs or so, then started up the first flight of stares as she turned and look right into may face.

I tried to hurry up the stairs and not stare at her cleavage literally inches in front of me. I could tell by the third floor she wasn't to give me looking me in the face and I gave in and looked down, trying to hover on her tits, then glanced back into her eyes and gave an awkward smile and went redoubled the stair climbing efforts, adjusting her in my harms and her ass pressing up against me as I result, but I try to ignore it.

We got to the 5th floor and Katya pointed me to the second door on the left, I brought her over to and stood there waiting for Bill to open the door. Bill opened the door then glanced at me standing there still holding his girlfriend. "She can walk now" he said matter-of-factly, I hurriedly set her down, nearly dropping her. His tone, not having any aggression in it should have been another tip off, looking back, but I still didn't get it yet.

I followed behind Katya as we went down the main hall, I turned toward the kitchen, since the other door looked like a bedroom. She stopped me with a hand on my chest, and said "No, messy, couch in bedroom" she nodded and I rotated in the tiny hallway, there was barely room for the two of us. I started fishing my VIP bag out of my my pocket. I sat down on the couch, Katya quickly following and sitting next to me as I flicked the baggy and held it up, seeing there was still about half and gram. I nodded to myself and turned and grinned at Katya. "Excited to try coke?" I asked in an upbeat tone and she nodded, an amused look on her face.

I pulled up a side table from the bed that looked like it was being used as a coffee table for the loveseat we sat on facing the foot of the bed. I opened the bag and begin tapping out the fine white powder onto the black laminated faux-wood grain table from IKEA that. After what I thought to be a liberal amount was displayed, I took out my credit card and got to cutting lines, making long, flourished swipes through the pile to spread it out in a scythe like shape, then a swift scoop back together and quick, even chops with the edge of the card. It was an entirely unnecessary display, but it could impress people who had never done cocaine before.

As I was getting the coke ready, Bill got up and announced "We forgot to stop for beer. I'll be back in a couple minutes." I looked and paused for a moment, feeling a little surprised he would leave some guy he didn't know very well alone with cocaine and a his girlfriend in his bedroom. "Oh, alright... " I say and then look at Katya as he exits and sit back from the table, three approximately equal lines of cocaine neatly displayed before me.

She meets my gaze and doesn't look away and I become quite interested in the non-existent wall hangings around the room as Bill's footsteps finally reach the door, the heavy metal locks turns open, the door creaks open, then swings back shut with a slam and a satisfying metal *cha-chink*. I look back at my for now solo female host and she's still staring me down. "Uhh, so you want to do a line now, or should we wait? We can do both." I offer.