PEGGY AND SIX
"What's up?" Peggy asked from the other end of the phone.
"Not much," Six replied.
"You gonna come pick me up from work tonight?" Peggy asked.
"Sure," Six said.
"Good, I'll see you about 1:30 then?" Peggy said.
"Okay," Six said, "I'll see you then."
"Remember," Peggy warned, "Tell them you're my brother."
Cookie's was on 8 Mile west of downtown. That's where Peggy worked. It was a small place and never very busy, except on weekends. Six'd met Peggy through Spooky, and he'd been hanging out with her for about a month now, doing coke and talking about music and the scene and stuff.
"Hey, what's up?" Six said to the guy at the door of the bar. "I'm here for Peggy. I'm her brother."
"It's cool," the guy at the door replied, and unhooked the velvet rope to let Six pass.
Peggy spotted Six at once and bounced over to him.
"Hey baby!" she said, throwing her arms around him and planting a big kiss on his cheek. "How are you?"
"I'm okay. How are you?" Six asked. He looked around the bar. It was empty except for a few old men sitting at the tables close to the stage.
"I'm better now that you're here," Peggy crooned in Six's ear, "You want a drink?"
"Sure," Six said.
"Okay," Peggy smiled brightly. She grabbed Six's hand and trotted him over to the bar. "Mike!" she said loudly, "Mike!"
"What?" Mike asked.
"Can I get a long island and—what do you want?" Peggy asked, turning to Six.
"I'll have a beer," Six said flatly as he looked around the bar. The women were busy talking in bits and pieces.
"I'm so glad to see you," Peggy said, handing Six his beer, "It's my birthday today."
"Happy birthday," Six said, as he took a drink from the beer Peggy handed him. Peggy watched him lean his scrawny body back against the bar. It was so sexy the way his black leather jacket fell away from his waifed torso as he posed. His hair, not done up tonight, fell in long black lines around his translucent face. She wanted him. "How old are you now?" Six asked.
"I'm twenty-four," Peggy responded happily. Her eyes, always bright, sparkled with intensity. "Dusty is coming over after the bar closes and we're going to party. I wanted you to be there."
"Cool," Six said, "Who's Dusty?"
"Oh," Peggy began, "He's just this guy that comes into the bar every now and then. He's really cool. You'll like him."
"Ok," Six said.
"Hey Mike!" Peggy yelled, turning her attention towards the bar.
"What?" Mike responded.
"You know my brother, Six, Don't you?" Peggy asked.
"No," Mike said, walking towards them.
"Six," Peggy said, "This is Mike." Mike held out his hand.
"Nice to meet you," Six said, shaking firmly.
"You too guy," Mike replied. Peggy smiled.
"I want you to meet everyone so that you can come here whenever you want," Peggy said softly to Six.
"Ok," Six said. He watched the show on the stage finish. The girl sat on the floor with the center stage pole between her thighs. She stood up, pulled her g-string out of ass, let it slap back, and made her way, stumbling slightly, to the stairs at the back of the stage. Staggering off, she walked up to Peggy and Six.
"You're up next," she slurred to Peggy, who smiled wide.
"Thanks Sue," Peggy said, turning to Six. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." Before she left she turned to the girl who had just left the stage, "Sue, this is my brother, Six. Six, this is my roommate Sue."
"Hey," Sue said, "You coming over tonight?"
"Hey," Six replied, "Yeah, I think I am."
"Cool," Sue said, and she leaned into Six's ear, "So how old are you?"
"I'm nineteen," Six lied.
"It's cool with me," Sue said as she leaned back. Mike set a rum and coke in front of her. "You're cute," she smiled.
"Thanks," Six said, "It's Peggy's birthday, you know?"
"Of course I know," Sue said annoyed.
"She's twenty-four," Six replied.
"Yes she is," Sue said and turned towards the stage. Peggy was in the center. She had grabbed hold of the pole and was twirling around it to the beat of the Ramones, Peggy's favorite band. She tore her half shirt off, which barely covered, and revealed her enormous breasts. Two men slipped money into her g-string and Six decided he should do the same. He walked up to his sister with a dollar in his hand. Peggy smiled and bent down in front of him, letting her breasts fall into his face. She jiggled wildly for a moment and then bent down in front of Six spreading her legs wide. For balance, she threw her arms around Six's shoulders. Six placed the dollar into her crotch and let his finger brush against her clit. Peggy leaned into Six's ear and nibbled slightly. She breathed, "I want you."
Six smiled and replied, "I know."
Peggy leaned away from her brother and pushed herself back up on her stilettos. She twisted around and threw her ass into the air and danced away from Six, turning back as she did to blow him a kiss. At the bar Sue watched the two with intensity. She looked at Mike and leaned over to him, "It's Peggy's birthday tonight," she said.
"I know," Mike replied.
"You coming over?" Sue asked.
"Maybe," Mike said, "You inviting me?"
"If you want," Sue said.
"Sure," Mike responded. He looked at Sue and winked. Sue smiled back and sipped from her rum and coke.
The party at Peggy's was pretty lame. There were only about four people, and that included Peggy and Six. Sue and Mike sat on the couch making out and Peggy pranced around the apartment changing outfits and wondering where Dusty was. Six sat in Peggy's bedroom watching her jump around to the Ramones.
"What do you think of this?" She held up a green T-shirt next to a yellow mini skirt.
"It's cool," Six said. He was flipping through Peggy's small record collection. "You have a lot of Ramones," he said.
"I LOVE Joey Ramone," Peggy said, "Did I ever tell you about the time I met him?"
"No," Six said. He knew she was lying.
"Yeah," Peggy said, "Gacey and Strum and Spooky and I all went to see them when they played here a few years ago at The Madhouse. It was a great show, and afterward we all went back to their hotel with them." Peggy popped her head through her shirt. "What do you think?" she said, presenting herself as finished.
"Cool," Six said.
"Just cool?" Peggy asked?
"Hot," Six responded. Peggy laughed. Six stood up and sat on the bed. Peggy's albums were on the floor and his knees were sore from squatting. He gulped his beer down and looked at Peggy. She smiled at him and let herself fall into him. Six was pushed back onto the bed with Peggy's enormous breasts on top of him.
"Hot?" Peggy asked.
"Very," Six said. He dropped his beer bottle off the side of the bed and let his hands find her ass. Peggy smiled and opened up for a kiss. Six obliged. Peggy probed Six with her tongue, so Six just opened up as she poked around his mouth. She made soft noises as his hands pushed inside of her skirt. Sue said something from the doorway. Peggy stopped and rolled her head up to see what she wanted.
"Dusty's here," Sue repeated.
Peggy bounced up with an "Oh goody!" and trotted out to meet him. "You coming?" she asked, turning to Six.
"Yeah," Six said, adjusting his erection, "I'm coming."
Dusty was a big, fat guy with a large, gray beard. He was basically an old biker dude who made a living off of selling coke. Peggy loved him because he had great coke.
Sue and Mike were still hanging out on the living room couch while Dusty and his gang, about three guys with beer and biker boots, hung out. Peggy was bouncing around and talking. Six stood in the doorway between the living room and the kitchen watching Sue and Mike make out.
"Six," Peggy called, "Come here." Six came up behind Peggy.
"Look what Dusty gave me for my birthday," Peggy said happily as she pointed to the kitchen counter. On a plate sat three huge lines of coke. "Isn't that sweet?" Peggy said.
Dusty laughed, "Anything for you, darling," he said and snorted up a line of coke.
"I missed you tonight at work," Peggy pouted.
"I know sweet-cakes, but I had stuff to do. I'm glad I could make it here for you, though," Dusty responded as he folded up a large bag of coke and tucked it back inside his leather jacket.
"I'm just glad to see you," Peggy squished, and she moved off to his right to do her line of coke. "Here, Six. Now it's your turn," Peggy handed him the rolled up twenty.
Six took the money in his hand and leaned over the plate. With the straw inside his nose, he inhaled deeply. The drug shot into his body with ease. He threw his head back and wiped his nostrils. "Thanks," he said flatly.
"Any friend of Peggy's is a friend of mine," Dusty said loudly and slapped Six on the back.
"Thanks," Six replied. He opened the fridge and grabbed a beer as Peggy jabbered on with Dusty. Eventually she led Dusty out of the kitchen and into the living room, where, after having sold all the coke he was going to sell to the two tittie dancers, he said goodbye. Then Sue and Mike decided to head back to Mike's place to hang out for the evening and Six and Peggy were alone. Sitting on the couch where Sue and Mike's make-out session had just ended, Peggy looked into Six.
"You wanna go back into my bedroom?" she asked softly.
"Sure," Six said. Peggy stood up and took Six's hand. Six stood and followed her back into the bedroom where Peggy closed the door behind them.