Goddess of Vengeance - Jackie Collins [129]
‘Doesn’t Gino mind?’
‘Gino doesn’t know. I tucked him up in bed with a couple of Ambien, and he’ll sleep through until morning.’
‘Oh,’ Peggy responded, as Paige leaned toward her and touched her lightly on the cheek. ‘Then I guess—’
‘You guessed right,’ Paige purred, her hands moving toward Peggy’s still very nice breasts.
Peggy closed her eyes and thought of how pleasant it was to once again be the object of someone’s desire.
* * *
Luscious was getting fed up. The dude with the snake-eyes and snotty attitude might be paying them a shitload of money, but what was the deal leaving them shivering and naked in the corner while he drank champagne and snorted lines with the girl she’d seen on TV a couple of times? What was that?
The only good thing about it was that she’d had the opportunity to check out Seducta’s body – the body she figured Randy might possibly be lusting after. Seducta’s tits were ridiculous. It looked like she had a couple of basketballs attached to her chest. Big round basketballs with a cherry on top! Also there were scars underneath her gigantic tits, nasty vicious scars, because Seducta had gotten her boob job on the cheap.
Luscious couldn’t help smirking to herself. Why would Randy want to go with that when he had her to come home to? She might not have giant tits, but at least hers were the real thing.
Although she would never admit it, Luscious was mad that Seducta had gotten Mikey to marry her. She’d been with Randy for almost a year, and he’d never mentioned the word marriage. She was sure that he would – eventually, ’cause he loved her. Not that he’d ever mentioned the word love either – but shit, where else would he find a girl like her willing to put up with his drug use and lazy ways? She waited on him hand and foot, never nagged him, and sucked his dick whenever he wanted. Goddamnit, Luscious considered herself the perfect girlfriend.
She glanced over at Seducta who’d now gotten several miniature bottles of Scotch from behind the bar, and was going through them at an alarming rate.
Drunken twat. Luscious preferred to stay sober, just in case. A girl never knew when a john could go postal and beat the hell out of her. It had happened to her once, and she carried the scars to prove it. Some old rocker dude with a penchant for girls crapping on his face had beaten her up when she’d refused to do what he’d wanted. She’d ended up in the emergency room getting sixteen stitches under her chin, and several on her forehead. Ever since then she’d worn bangs and plenty of make-up so no one noticed, but she knew the scars were there, and that was enough for her to make sure she stayed alert.
She took another quick peek at the john, still hunched over the coffee table snorting coke with his girlfriend – although the girlfriend didn’t seem to be as into it as he was. The girlfriend was definitely hanging back.
Luscious felt like laughing out loud. These rich assholes with their delicate little coke habits didn’t know dog shit. The real thrill and a way quicker high was smoking crack cocaine. Yeah. That was the shit, and Luscious should know, for she’d been doing it on and off since she was sixteen.
Randy, on the other hand, was into speedballs – he swore they gave him the best high ever. A line of coke followed by a powerful snort of heroin – Randy called it his dream combination, and it certainly put him in a euphoric state.
Luscious had tried it a couple of times. It frightened her, and she was canny enough to stick to the drug she was used to.
Speedballing led her to another planet.
Planet Out-Of-Your-Fucking-Mind.
* * *
‘Not for me, thank you,’ Annabelle said politely as Armand laid out even more lines. She was not a coke freak like Frankie Romano, who’d become so totally dependent on it that it had put her off him. ‘I would prefer another glass of champagne.’
‘You would, would you?’ Armand replied, slurring his words slightly.
‘If it’s not a problem,’ Annabelle said,