LOVE ~ Lust ~ Sex ~ Money ~ Biker Gangs ~ Tattoos ~ Exotic Dancers ~ Drugs ~ Raves ~ BETRAYAL

Austin Ink

A gripping look into the counterculture lives of twentysomethings struggling to survive and find love in the dark world of biker gangs, strippers, drugs and money.

A short excerpt from Austin Ink:

X-ray Vision

It’s really gonna hurt when they turn on the lights. The fact that I’ve been up for 36 hours or have burned through nearly three packs of Reds isn’t what worries me. What does, is that I’m no where near ready to stop. Shit, I couldn’t turn it off now if I wanted to—which I don’t. I’m rolling. In the zone. This is the place to be. Right here, right fuckin’ now. Not because this particular club or DJ is so kick-ass, but because I’m peaking. The tingling in my hands tells me so. They’re cold, clammy, and dripping with sweat. My legs have picked the beat back up and are going gonzo underneath me. Everything’s so crisp and fast. Every breath feels like I’m falling. My eyes, all bugged out and dilated, race from place to place—totally mesmerized by the strobes. I hear myself laughing and can’t stop smiling. The only bad thing, if there is such a thing right now, is that my jaw feels like a rock. The gum in my mouth is the single best and worst piece I’ve ever had. The best, because its saved me from gnawing the insides of my cheeks to shreds. The worst, because I’ve been chewing the same nasty piece, non-stop, for the last six hours. The refreshing taste of peppermint has long gone and all that’s left is a rubbery ash-tray like flavor. No problem, since as long as the gum holds together, I’ll keep on chewing.

It’s been like this ever since New Year’s when Elvissa and I vowed to drink less and take more drugs. That might sound all radical n’ shit, but it makes good sense. All I have to do is look around and know that we were right. I mean, we’re way more light, lucid, and happy. No toxic attitudes, no fights, no drunken stupors or shit like that. Just good fun—an endorphin explosion. Besides, it’s also a hell of a lot cheaper to slug down a few pills than to slam round after round of rip-off drinks at jacked up club prices. Not to mention that at this hour you’re shit outta luck tryin’ to drink since all the clubs stopped serving hours ago.

So far tonight, I’ve peaked three times. This one coming on is number four and will carry me home. I can’t wait to fuck Vissa later. We always have the best sex when we’re x-ing. Just thinking of what we’re gonna do when we get home is making me chub. For once, she’s as horny as I am—hornier. Times like these I play for all they’re worth.

Ecstacy always does this to her. It hits her hard and fast. Then, as soon as she pukes and stabilizes, she can’t get enough of anything—especially touching, kissing or grinding all over me. Earlier, I had to tell her to back off, just to give me enough space to dance. Funny thing is, I meant it. Right now, I’m a dancing machine. I can’t help it. Like I said, I’m in the zone. Plus, blowing her off works her into even more of a frenzy. I love seeing her this hot and bothered and knowing that I’m the cause of it—or at least part of the cause anyway.

Elvissa’s an amazing dancer. Most of the girls from the club are. I never get tired of watching her move. I constantly steal glimpses of her through the strobes. The music and lights make her flawless.

Everyone here’s off their dials on pills, paper, or powder. As best I can tell, x seems to be the drug of choice tonight. But some are sure to be rolling on scoop, skitz, blow, special K, or even candyflipping on acid.

The music rises and falls like waves, heightening the total x-perience. The peaks seem to take ages to climb, while the plunges seem to take only seconds. When done properly, the slow climbs are really trippy. It’s up to the DJ to walk the fine line between subduing the crowd and putting it to sleep. As the DJ slows and stretches the tempo, the strobes also ease back until it looks like you’re at a Pink Floyd concert—a good time to light up another smoke, rehydrate, or hang a piss. The whole room clicks into trance mode, resembling a Tai Chi lesson gone bad. The tempo builds steadily until it feels like we’re all hangin’ on the edge of an orgasm. Then, just when you think you can’t hold on another second, the base hits phat and hard vibrating your chest and skull while the strobes machine-gun down from the rafters. A panic of raw energy connects the entire fuckin’ room. Everyone feels like it’s them who are leading the charge and proceed to dance like they’re possessed. Right when you think your heart’s gonna explode, the pace begins to grind its way back down again. Excess is the best.

Taking advantage of the present lull, I slide over to share a moment with Elvissa. As I move towards her, I can feel my heart heave with power and purpose. I know the x has me feeling this way, but x doesn’t make you feel anything that’s not really there. It just makes what’s already there come rushing to the surface—no safety nets, just honesty and openness.

As the music slows and softens, I watch Elvissa’s hands gently rise and fall in the electric green lights. Swelling with emotion, I rush to take her hand. Seeing me in front of her, she smiles with surprise. Our eyes are the first to connect, then our tongues. I taste her mouth and suck her pierced tongue. She pushes into me and straddles my leg.

-I can’t wait to be together with you tonight, Vis. I’m gonna lick your pussy for at least an hour, O.k? Maybe all night? I want to worship you. Will you lay back, spread your legs, and let me worship you? I love you so much, Elvissa. I can’t wait to fuck you. I take her hand and place it on my buldging crotch.

-Natas, if we don’t do it soon, I’m gonna scream, baby. Let’s take the party home baby, please. I need you inside me or I’m gonna die.

I shamelessly molest Elvissa all the way to the street. Outside, the fresh morning air feels like ice-water pouring into my burning, tar-packed lungs. My ears ring and the rising sun hurts my dilated eyes. A fuck-wit in jogging gear weaves in between us. People on their way to work try not to stare. We’re both still flying and could give a shit.

Driving home’s a challenge. Should’ve taken a cab. I know I’m not fit to drive, but can’t be bothered stressing about it now. Besides, my paranoia helps me concentrate.

Blazing down the interstate, our tiny silver car gobbles up the white painted highway lines like an exhaust sputtering Pac-man—the wheel’s steady as a rock in my white knuckles n’ pasty palms. I take a deep breath, laugh and shake off the fuzziness. I bob my head sharply along with the mix of high-energy dance music pounding out of my speakers. Elvissa and I wiggle and bounce together in our seats—excited to be alive, on drugs, and in love.

My head’s spinning and my eyes won’t hold still or focus on anything for more than a few seconds. I fire up a joint—gonna be a fuck star when I get home. Elvissa’s making hand airplanes out the window and playing the dash and her knees like drums. The cool air rushing all around me feels like an all over body massage being performed by thousands of tiny forest sprites. They run up and down my neck, across my face, and into my ears dragging their tiny capes behind them.

-Touch yourself.

-huh?

-Touch yourself…I want to watch. She anxiously complies with a naughty schoolgirl smile. Her hands leave the dash and fall to her thighs. They run over her stomach and settle on her tits. Tilting her head back and rubbing each of her tits, she stops only to pinch her nipples and squeal. Her smile is especially delicious when she’s aroused like this and I take my eyes off the road for a moment to drink it in. Her legs magically open and her hips grind her ass into the seat. Taking the joint in my mouth, I slide my free hand up the inside of her thigh until I feel the silkiness of her panties and the warmth rising from her crotch.

-You wanna fuck me Natas, don’t you, baby? I can’t wait to taste your cock. She laughs loudly at the outrageousness and absurdity of the moment.

-Pull off your top, darlin’. Do it, Vis…I dare you. She loves a dare and quick as lightning sheds her little red party top—completely uninhibited by the daylight or surrounding traffic. She screams and laughs wildly as we weave in and out of cars. We pass a trucker who catches a surprised glimpse and salutes Elvissa by blowing his smokestacks. Her nipples are hard and again she squeals with zeal as she twists and tugs on her nipple rings.

-Now, touch yourself. Do it! Sucking her middle and index fingers in her mouth, with the wind wildly blowing her hair across her face, she looks at me to see if I’ll make her—she knows I will and the feeling sets her afire.

-Do it now or I’ll pull over and spank your bare ass across the hood of this car while the whole world drives by! Into her crotch her wet fingers go. She loves it and can’t get enough. She’s my girl. I love her.

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