Sins ‘N’ Needles

Away went another disappointed customer. I really couldn’t fathom why they chose me. I stood just over six foot with more bones than fat showing, multi-coloured hair and teeth damaged from some physical clients and substance abuse. I had habits that would burn a church down if I lit a candle for each one. However they keep coming back. My friend Heather used to joke that it was because I had a cute bum but as I stood looking at my naked figure in my mirrored wardrobes I could barely see an ass anymore. I guess it’s just the cheap rates and being well endowed that does it for them.
I turned my back on the mirrors and began rummaging through my bedside cabinet. It didn’t take me long before I found my strawberry gummi sweats box. As I took the box in my hands I sat on my bed and lay it on my lap. Man, they were the best sweets. The newsagents always sold them at double the prize of any other gummi treat in the store, but damn they were worth it. I popped the lid off and took out the essentials; the amber burnt spoon, the needle, the little poly bag of heroin and my old, somewhat weathered high school belt.
Not before long the needle was full and ready to go, just as I was. I gave the belt one last pull, slapped the inside of my arm and picked out one of the better veins.
When the last drops left the needle I loosened the belt and slumped in against my headboard.


“HELLO? Aiden are you home? Aiden!!”
I tried lifting my eyelids but they seemed too heavy.
“Who’s there?!” “Its Heather, open up I’m freezing my tits off out here!”
“Just come in, it’s not locked.”
Following a few short clicks and a swift boot, the door was open and in she came.
Immediately she gestured towards the drug paraphernalia “Oh hunni, why with this shit?!”
“You know why, please don’t start.”
“Fine, fine you still on for tonight? Gretchen managed to get a spare ticket for that industrial night.”
“Little preoccupied here, Heather.”
“Given, but it doesn’t start ‘til eleven and it’s only half six the now and stop being ignorant, open your eyes!”
Heather, my best friend, my life line after the murder of my parents, no angel herself but she was a far cry from what I’d become.
I sighed “Look, I got another client later, well, in…what time did you say it was…?”“Half six…”“An hour…he likes to fuck all gemmed up on coke as well as giving me the odd line, so between that and having my arse rattled I should good to go. I’ll call you around ten?”
Now it was her turn to sigh.
Eyes still shut, I heard rather than saw her jacket swirl as she turned, then the familiar creak of the door opening.
“Oh yea, I have you a date. He’s actually rather nice, cute, gothy and not ridden with…in fact, never mind. I’ll update you when my voice comes across more coherent.”
I smiled and she slammed the door.

My half seven arrived right on the dot. Fortunately for me he was prone to premature ejaculation. which suited me fine, as within twenty minutes he had been in every orifice possible, threw the roll of money at me and inside was a “generous” keep sake; a gram of coke.
He laughed “The look on your face, so very grateful, same time next week?”
“Should be fine…” I replied.
He pulled his zip up abruptly and scowled “Should be?!”
Not shifting my attention from the money and powder, I replied. “Sorry, will be.”
He smiled “That’s better sweetheart, tatty bye!”

When I met the girls in town that night they weren’t alone.
“Looking rather well considering earlier…” Heather began.
“Yea, yea so who’s this?” I motioned towards the stranger.
“This is Kieran,” Gretchen said. “He’s a regular at solid; the clumsy bugger spilled a drink over me the other night. After a stuttering apology we got talking, turns out he’s quite the fan of the industrial/electronic music.”
As she spoke to me her eyes continually shifted from me to the stranger. If eyes could talk I’d have bet the gram in my pocket that this was who Heather was on about earlier.
“Hello Kieran, I’m Aiden, how you doing?”He answered with a quiet tone “Good, thanks, yourself?”
He still hadn’t met my eyes full on yet. “Yea, can’t complain.”
An awkward silence arose; Gretchen quickly ended this with a proposal to go for a few pints before the club.

We didn’t stay in the bar long, a few beers and whiskey’s and we were on our way to Digital Harlot.
On the dance floor Kieran drew each of us in closely. He individually took each of our hands, when I opened mines three pills lay in my palm. I threw them down my throat along with the rest of my tequila slusho.
The later the night got the more I found myself drawn to this Kieran guy. Watching his hair fly around in bit parts thanks to the strobe light, his sleek body, a face sculpted so well the myriad of lights seemed to continually add beauty to his face.
When the rush of the drugs hit home I stopped dancing and began making my way over to him. The closer I got the slower he danced until I was facing him and he stood rigid. Me? Frightening? How I laughed inside. I raised my hand and signalled with my finger for him to come closer.
Our lips done everything but lock, we stood centre of the dance floor as still as ghosts yet everything around us continued like we didn’t exist. I could see I was going to be the one to initiate things. I lifted my hand, cupped his neck and kissed him. No longer was he shy. His hands ran all over my body, as mines did his.

As I lifted my head off the pillow the next morning I could see a figure under the duvet.
“Heather? I thought you pulled last night…”
I leaned over to sneak a look but it wasn’t Heather.
“The fuck are you?!” I yelled.
He pulled the duvet tight in to himself. “I’m Kieran…Gretchen and Heathers friend…”I frowned. “The clumsy fucker?”A small laugh escaped him. I remained straight faced.
“I’m sorry, I’ll go.” He turned his back on me and began picking his clothes up off the floor.
“Who invited you back here?”
He answered, still keeping his back to me “You did, you were also the one approached me in the club.”
I sat back down on the bed and began rubbing my forehead. Fucking typical.
“I think, yea, it’s wise you go. Sorry for any inconvenience or whatever.”
I curled up on the bed, minus the duvet.
“I have a feeling saying this won’t count for shit but I had a really good time with you. I’ll leave my number on the desk, call me if you want.”
“I don’t think that will be necessary.”I heard him rummaging around, followed by a few scribbles and off he went.

Five minutes hadn’t passed when someone rapped on my door. “Fuck, it was just a shag! Go home!”
It wasn’t Kieran who answered back.
“What? Let me in you know I hate waiting about!”
I looked round to my alarm. Shit! It was my 2.30.
Again the chap came. I clambered over to the door.
“Hey gorgeous, are you just going to leave me standing here?”
I rolled my eyes “No, no, in you come.”“My, my, you’re not looking to well.”“You’re about to stick your dick up my ass for money, why should you care about my health?”He seemed took aback but then laughed. I gave him a faux smile.
Like the coke head this one didn’t waste much time before he was inside me. Only this time round I couldn’t seem to go to that place that blanks out what I do for money.
Each time my face crunched into my pillow that Kieran guy flashed into my head. I dismissed that quickly though, I couldn’t even remember being with him never mind having feelings for him.
“What’s up gorgeous, you’re becoming tight…”.
“Nothing, I thought tighter was better anyways?”“Ah touché.”
After a few more thrusts he pulled out of me and threw me round and onto my back. Slowly he shifted his way up towards my face. “Finish me!”
Every time my teeth grazed his cock I contemplated biting it off. Suddenly saliva wasn’t the only liquid in my mouth. Motherfucker, he knows I don’t like that shit in my mouth! I slid my mouth back down him and opened wide. I shut my eyes and images of my parents blood soaked bodies came flooding back.
His screams pierced my ears like little needles.
What the fuck have you done you little slut?!” He screaming as his trembling hands cradled his now deformed cock.
“CALL ME A FUCKING AMBULANCE!”
I shook my head. “Don’t have any credit.”
His screams continued to get louder. He really wasn’t going to budge until someone dialled 999 understandable as he was a little preoccupied. I got off the bed and went over to where he’d thrown his clothes. I found his mobile and dialled 999.
“Take your clothes and get the fuck out of my apartment.”“You dirty little bastard. What the hell is wrong with you?!”“People like you.”
I pointed towards his boxers. “Use them to soak up your blood until the ambulance arrives. Now leave, you’re making a terrible mess of my bed.”
He awkwardly slid off the bed, holding the boxers over his bloody crotch.
“You haven’t seen the last of me SLUT!!”
Insults flowing from a voice that sounded like a child who’d dropped her lollypop, not very ferocious. After a hilarious performance of getting dressed one handed he left. I then tore the blood drenched sheets from my bed and lay down, gazing out my window.

A week passed and I still hadn’t heard back from limp dickshit. He was old news, I had a new customer today. That was always a treat. They’d chap my door so very weakly, as if regretting their actions already. Not to mention barely peeping a word from the first piece of clothing coming off until they left. Worked for me, I never was much of a conversationalist with clients, risks attachment, fucking hate attachment.
The newbie arrived right on time. I got up from the computer to let him in. As I slid the latch free, the door was thrust in upon me. Next thing I knew I was on the floor, blinking profusely to rid my eyes of the black spots that polluted my vision.
“Hope I didn’t knock any teeth out, cocksucker?!”
My head rolled from side to side, I glanced up at the intruder. Clad in black. Black combats and some army style jacket and surprise, surprise a crew cut. Looked like something straight out of an Xbox game.
“If you like it rough it costs extra you know…”“Harde-fucking-har-har. I’d save that cock breath of yours; oxygen will be precious to you in a little while.”
“A fan of golden showers, are we?”“My client wasn’t wrong; you’re quite a sarky bastard aren’t you.” His hands moved in and grabbed either side of my shoulders.
“Looky here faggot!”
Still rather dazed I tried rolling my head up to look him in the eye.
“That’s Ms Faggot to you Adolf.” He grabbed my hair and slapped me with his leather gloved hands.
“Faggots don’t please me much, if you keep that mouth sealed you’ll make things a lot easier on yourself.”
“Do me a favour asshole, whether I shut my mouth or not I some how don’t think I’ll be coming off any better.”
His attention turned from me to the door. “Shut the door.”
I managed to see an arm come from the side of the doorway and then we were alone.
I’ve had a few rough clients in my time but this guy was relentless. I went from being beat by his fists to being sodomized and eventually tied against my headboard which left me helpless when he decided to slice at me with his butch army knife.
“I’ve just had these sheets cleaned fuck face!”“You just can’t shut fucking up can you, you god damn parasite!!” He screamed and lunged onto the bed, knees landing in the blood that had gathered along my sides. “How’s about we cut that little throat of yours, see how your sarcasm flows then? Huh? Fancy that fag boy?!”“Well not particularly but…” I looked at my tied up wrists. “…Not like I can…”
Before I could finish shouts came from the hall, it caught his attention.
“Alex?” But he got no reply. “You stay there faggot. I’ll be back for you in a minute.”
This guy was just too easy. I swallowed the sarcasm.
He slowly opened the door. “Alex?”
The door opened further and he switched his attention towards the ground. “Alex!”
He didn’t get to ask a third time as something sent him flying back into the room. As he lay squirming Kieran came striding in.
“The hell, why..how…”“You weren’t answering my calls and Heather told me to persist and yea here I am…”“Well I can’t remember the sex but your timing is damn good.”“Apparently so…” He came towards me but as he reached out something pulled him down. He wasn’t down long. Soon he was back standing and I watched as his fists began flying back and forth into my attackers face, almost blurring with their quickness.
Another guy entered.
I yelled “Kieran!”
As he dropped the battered masochist the other guy began pulling some sort of sword out of his jeans. What Kieran did next, astounded me. He seemed to fold up and before the other guy could bring the sword down Kieran’s foot met his chin and back to the floor he went.
“Shit. What happened to being shy?”“Being shy is what drove me into martial arts.”“Bullied?”He looked down at the limp bodies. “Just a little…”
“Sorry.”
“It’s alright; this isn’t the time or place to get into that. Here, let me untie you.”I smiled. “Thanks.”
He flashed me a grin which erupted butterflies in my stomach, maybe I’d finally found something that wouldn’t need a needle to make my life seem worth while, maybe.
As I refused to remove my gaze from him my peripherals caught sight of movement. Before I could warm him a shot had went off. My saviour lay limp across my chest, new blood mixing with that of mines which had just begun to clot. My attacker stood, almost dumbfounded. He kicked his accomplice and yelled until he woke. When he did they didn’t hang about.
Kieran had only got one of my hands free; I used it to untie my other. Once both free I slid him off my chest to lie where he’d woke just day’s before, leaving him there as I went for the door. I slowly pushed it over; not bothering to lock it, then went for my gummi box. My hands trembled from the moment I opened the box until the needle sucked up what contents remained on the spoon. No discrimination with veins this time round, I slammed the needle into the most dominant vein available. After ripping it out my arm I tossed it at my door and cuddled into Kieran. Doubling my weekly intake should do the trick. I shut my eyes, kissed his shoulder and apologised.