Lilith

Lilith Ch 5

Everyone made it home safe and sound, more or less. Many of the woman, especially those in Alice's close circle who had partied particularly hard spent much or all of the next day recovering. Most of them were satisfied with their experience and the money they had made.

Ned and Deon worked out the bonus situation. While William and Lilith thought that merit shares were the best plan, largely since Lilith had fucked the highest percentage of the cocks on offer, the consensus was that a weighted but fair split atop the base rate per role, was the way to go and would keep talent available in the event of a repeat. Both Ned and Deon felt that there were several 'ladies' that they missed out on that they would love to bang sometime in the future. Ned had never gotten to have Char even suck his cock. He spoke to Alice, and she gave him the green light for a threesome with Char and Tiffany if he could swing it. Or even Becky if she was interested in her husband. 20% of the bonus pool was held back pending the results of the male participant survey.

Lilith ended up making a little over 8000 which made her happy since she had no way of counting the orgasms she had, and the drug experience wasalmosteverything she had hoped for. The only disappointment was the smack, as she explained to William, Alice and Ned over breakfast. The high was nice but the way it desensitized her and interfered with her orgasms was a bigger problem than any risk of addiction. She would indulge in the stimulants again in a heartbeat but maybe not the dope. Her chief worries were the flu like symptoms she was experiencing. And how they could safely smuggle a supply of the meth and coke powder home and how long it would take her abused clitty to recover.

Alice told her that the 'flu' was opioid withdrawal. "It gets worse every time you use."

"That won't be a problem for me. You needn't worry about me ending up like Bitch."

She took her husband's hand and squeezed it affectionately. William grumbled that if she had gotten her merit share, they would have made an extra 1000 at least. Ned had explained the reasoning and formula they used but William didn't care about strippers and cocksuckers getting a bonus, only about whattheywould take home. Fuck everybody else. His wife Lilith was a star, queen of the sluts, and deserved that recognition of her royal standing.

Becky had only drunk sparingly and done no drugs. It had been a long day, but she was up at her usual time. Bright eyed and bushy tailed. Just before she called Alice to make sure everyone was OK, she got a 911 text. 'Bitch is in the hospital.'

After Becky responded Alice set up a video conference call with her guests plus Olivia, Becky, Tammy and Deon on remote. Olivia was in the hospital waiting area and explained. "Bitch has been staying with me at my place, sleeping on my couch. When we got home, Karen wanted to sleep with me and cuddle in my bed, but she refused to shower. We argued, she pouted, I finally fell asleep alone, and she snuck out. I got up to pee and realized she was gone. I dressed and went out looking for her. When I got to one of her usual spots there was an ambulance taking her away on a stretcher. She was alive but out of it. I told them I was her friend and roommate, and they gave me a ride to the ER."

Olivia continued, "It took two rounds of Narcan to bring her back. She was disoriented and pissed and started punching, scratching, and biting like a cornered stray. Right now, she is in restraints and trying to convince them to let her go. Her doctor wants to hold her for a 72-hour detox and in case the Narcan wears off." Olivia was walking down a hall and into a room. Turning the phone so everyone could see her friend behind her.

Bitch almost sounded rational as she explained. "You don't need to keep me locked up and tied down. Will you free my hands if I promise to behave?" She gave the nurse a sweet little disarming grin, the nurse frowned. "I am sorry Karen, doctor's orders, we will see how you are doing when your hold expires."

Bitch's sober moods were always mercurial. None of her friends were surprised when she exploded and hissed like a cat, "I told you nurse Cratchit my name is Bitch. I want to talk to my father! He will get me out of here. He is an important man. Very important. You will see. If you don't listen to me... " She started to rant and ramble.

"Wratched. It is nurse Wratched you little c... Karen. That is what it says on your records. I know who your Daddy is. You are a frequent flier here and almost died this time. Nothing you say will convince any of us to let you go. If Daddy wants you out, it will only be to transfer you to a rehab facility with a court order." The nurse replied acerbically.

"They already tried rehab Nurse Wretched. Just fuck off and let me talk to my girl here." The nurse scowled at her and then tried to turn it into a smile as she made some notes on a tablet.

Everybody on the call got a pretty good Idea of how things were going. Not great. Olivia sat on the edge of the bed and held the phone so they could see them both. They had all seen for themselves what she, Olivia, was up against.

Olivia moved in close, so they were both in view but favoring Bitch, at their end of the call. Everyone said something like 'Hey Bitch, how are you doing?'

Becky who hardly knew her said, "Bitch, give the nurse a break, she is only doing her job and wants to help you."

Bitch flared back, "Fuck her in her tight fat ass, Who the fuck are you?"

"I am Becky, a friend of Alice's, we met last night."

"Yah sure. Fuck you too."

Olivia put her arm around Karen, "Bitch would it kill you to be civil to your friends?"

"It might." Bitch giggled evilly.

Deon cut in, "Bitch, you fucked up. Olivia was supposed to keep you out of trouble so you wouldn't end up like this again. This is the fourth time. The nurse is right, youarea frequent flier, and that doesn't qualify you for a gold membership card. You are lucky you are there in a nice warm bed. They could have transferred you to the county lockup or the morgue."

Olivia looked at Bitch and asked, "Why did you run off? You knew you weren't supposed to."

"All I know is you hurt my feelings. You told me I stink. I needed something to feel better."

Olivia's voice turned high pitched and quarrelsome. "So, this ismyfault? Because I asked you to shower? I had just put on clean sheets."

Bitch sneered, "La dee da! Clean sheets! So now you think you are better than me too?"

Deon bellowed, "Enough! Stop! Both of you shut the fuck up!"

Bitch sputtered and sat sullenly glaring at Olivia, the phone, the nurse. If her hands were free, she would have crossed her arms and pouted like the spoiled child she was. Olivia sighed. "I didn't sleep enough last night. Can I go home?"

Bitch grumbled, "Sure. Leave me in this hell hole."

Alice tried to mollify her friend. "Livia, sure. I will be there soon. Just make sure Karen tells them it is OK for me to visit. "

This satisfied Olivia but set Bitch off again, "I told you don't call me Karen, Mom!"

Alice didn't let that phase her, but it did sting. She would never be a real mom. "See you soon." She said cheerfully and went to get dressed. Leaving her phone and the argument behind.

At the risk of setting her off again, Becky asked in a very calm reasonable tone. "Bitch is there anything we can bring you?"

Bitch grinned, "Do I know you? Oh, yah. Fuck off. I could use a bump though."

Olivia was still there, since Bitch was in no position to hold a phone. Olivia chided her gently, "Sweetie, can you at least try to be nice? A bump might kill you or get one of us arrested. Don't you care?"

"Should I? Care!? Let's get it over with, finish me."

"Bitch, don't think like that or talk like that. If the doctor thinks you are a danger to yourself or others, he will never let you go." Becky tried to explain.

"Maybe if I fuck him, I can change his mind." Bitch said. Olivia mused,Good Idea, men will usually do almost anything for sex. It might be worth a try if she can get nim alone.

Olivia sighed heavily as Alice rejoined the call. "Can I go?"

"Sure. I will be 30 minutes, don't wait for me. Go and get some sleep. You look exhausted."

She ended the call and headed out the door. When Alice arrived Olivia was gone but she was allowed to see Bitch, who was sleeping. She introduced herself to Nurse Wratched. "Is there anything we can do for her?"

"Does she have any family who will still speak to her? She needs to be reminded that there is more to life than the next hit."

Alice confided, "She was sexually abused by her father since she hit puberty, they only have occasional contact now, and then only when he wants to fuck her. She has no other siblings or family that I know of. It has been a struggle for her friends to keep her alive for the last few months. She is pretty fucked up and self-destructive. Sorry."

Nurse Wratched, who wasn't a totally unfeeling monster, looked sad and sighed. "Here is a little good news. Our top addiction nurse is due back tomorrow and will be taking over Karen's care. Do you think you could arrange for some friends to visit her? Maybe cheer her up? Show her that people care about her?"

"Yes, I know a couple of cool heads who can help out with a visit. Women who understand her situation."

Happy home.

Tammy was sore and exhausted again. Denny got the girls off to school and daycare and then brought her coffee. Tammy asked, "Taking the day off Denn?"

"Nope. Just going in late. Need anything?"

"Let me drink my coffee and I will be down in a few minutes."

Tammy was sore but not nearly as bad as last time. She took some OTC pain meds, got up, showered and dressed.

"Hey babes." she greeted Denny when she came down. "What are you doing today?"

"Now that the event is over, Ned has shifted me to foreman on a big remodeling project. I might be late getting home this week. You?"

"I am stiff again, though not as bad as last time. I think I need a little yoga and then maybe some shopping. Plus, I have some thinking to do."

Denny slid in behind her and put his hands on her tits and kissed her neck. "Thinking about what?"

Tammy giggled and squirmed as he tickled her, "Oh you know, little things like what to do next with my life."

Denny squeezed her nipples hard and she moaned. "All you have to do is what I tell you to do." Tammy turned in his arms and grabbed his package. Denny stepped back, slipped out of her grasp and said, "No time, I am already late. Later babe."

Tammy pouted, "Then why tease me?"

"Because I can. And I want you thinking about me."

"Bastard!" Denny left and Tammy poured another cup of coffee, she heard the door close, and his truck pull away and she sighed, she found the laptop and spent some time jilling off. Her fun was interrupted by the uncomfortable zoom call. When that was done, she found the puddle of gype had dripped out of her and stained the chair. She carried on a while longer to restore her mood. Her fingers smelled strongly of semen, and she licked them clean, switching to using her other hand while she licked.Look at me. I am ambidextrous.

The plot thickens.

The next afternoon Alice recruited Olivia, Becky, Tammy and Lilith to visit with Bitch and her nurse / therapist. Men were too scolding. She didn't even mention the trip to Deon and Ned. Becky asked," Why me, I hardly know Bitch, you four should go."

Alice begged, "Wearegoing. Please come, Becky? You are the most levelheaded and empathic slut I know."

"But I have never done drugs, I can't empathize with her hungers."

"But you are the only whore I know who has a life and you have been able to balance on the knife's edge. Please? Do it for Bitch. Let her know there is light at the end of a tunnel." Becky thought,That light still might be an oncoming train. With the sexual tension with my own daughter at home I am hardly mother of the year. What the fuck, I might learn something or be able to help Karen.Aloud she said, "OK. I will go. I will meet you at the hospital coffee shop."

Becky was waiting when Alice, Olivia, Tammy, and Lilith arrived. They all looked pretty good, considering what they had been up to less than 48 hours ago. They were finishing their coffee after some idle chit chat about the event when Becky sighed heavily, "Time to face the lion in its den."

They were met at the security desk by Ellie, Bitch's new nurse.

Lilith seemed a little on edge. Ellie had questions. "I understand that Karen is a prostitute and a repeat offender junky. Are any of you Junky whores too? Planning on slipping her any drugs? Please finish your drinks, you aren't allowed to bring them into her room or touch her."

Olivia spoke up, "We are all whores but not currently using."

Ellie looked at each woman with kind yet piercing eyes and they nodded agreement with Olivia's statement. Her gaze lingered on Lilith, "Are you sure Lilith? You seem nervous."

"It has just been a busy week, and I am heading home to London in a few of days. I am just concerned about Bitch and want to see her squared away before my husband and I leave." As she frowned,And should I tell you I think I fucked your fiancé?

"Fair enough. Let's go and talk to your friend."

Bitch was eating breakfast under the supervision of a largish male orderly. One hand free to feed herself she looked better than she had in quite a while. Bitch had always had a baby face, even as drawn and haggard as she was after her OD, she still looked barely twenty, not pushing thirty. This was one of the things that attracted her father and friends so much, evil perverts.

Ellie had the ladies wait outside the room and said, "LaShawn, Any trouble?"

LaShawn grinned ruefully, "Not so far, other than offering me oral sex to sneak her in some meth."

Bitch looked up and scowled at him, "LaShawn that was our little secret, I didn't take you for a snitch."

Bitch finished her last bite, and LaShawn removed her tray and cuffed her wrist again. "I'm not a snitch. I am only trying to do my job and look out for the patients. Trying to help you get well."

Ellie Smiled at Bitch, "Karen, some friends are here to visit you."

As the ladies walked in, Bitch corrected her, "I have told you once already! My name's Bitch!"

As a Brit, Lilith giggled at the Monty Python reference. And replied, "No you didn't."

The remark confused Bitch, and Ellie tried to smooth things over, "Ms. Bitch. Alice, Olivia, Lilith, Tammy, and Becky are here to see how you are doing. They went out of their way to come and make sure you were OK. I know this is hard for you to appreciate but they care about you."

Bitch shook her arms to clank the chains, "Just Dandy. This bondage scene is weak. At least Daddy would fuck me after he tied me up. And I don't like this methadone. They aren't giving me enough."

There was only one chair and Lilith sat while the others stood. Becky put a calming hand on Karen's forearm and Bitch snapped. "Who the fuck are you, cunt? Get off me!"

Ellie said firmly, "Becky, no touching, please."

Olivia, as Bitch's closest 'friend' stepped up and removed Becky's hand. "Baby, we are here to help and make sure you are going to make it this time. In the next couple of days, you will be moved to rehab and won't be able to have visitors for the first month."

Ellie spoke up. "Not even a phone call. So, make the most of this visit."

Bitch growled, "I know how it works. I have been through rehab three times. As soon as I am out, I will just get high again."

Ellie looked concerned. "Is that right?"

Olivia answered her. "Bitch is one fucked up woman. She loves dope more than any junky I know who is still breathing. I don't know how we have kept her alive this long or why we try."

Tears were welling up in Becky's eyes, "Because you are her friend, and you love her even if she is fucked up."

Becky asked Bitch directly, "Is this because of the incest? Or is there another reason."

Bitch struggled to think, "Incest? You mean dear old Daddy and his friends? I have done everything I can to forget. I floated through high school on a cloud of pot smoke.

Ellie asked, "Would you like to talk about it?"

"Fuck no! I want to get high, so I don't have to remember. When I am high, I am the high priestess of cum. A sleeve for anyone and everyone. Fuck meat. Nothing matters. No act is too gross. I love it all. Just let me out of here."

Ellie was as distressed as Bitch but pushed the matter. "Maybe you will feel better if you tell me and your friends what happened. Face your fears, maybe get past some of it."

Bitch slumped in defeat, "OK cunt, here goes. Mom and Dad were from so-called good families and got married to form a dynasty. Mom was a little meek mouse and Dad a larger-than-life asshole with plenty of 'appetites.' Once I was born Mom didn't bounce back the way a socialite should have. She put on weight and started drinking to dull the pain, what they used to call the baby blues, postpartum depression probably. I gather most of this from reading her secret diary that I found after she died. We had servants, I had a nanny, so I didn't realize that she was a drunk until my preteen years when she fell down the stairs multiple times. Mostly when trying to escape my father's need to bugger her. If daddy had more normal appetites maybe I would have had a brother or sister. Someone to lean on. Mom became a shrew and started supplementing the booze with pain pills for back pain from the falls. One weekend was just too much and her maid found her dead in her bed in the morning. Dad focused his attention on my nanny, Ingrid. As I neared adolescence Ingrid couldn't take it either and fled. Over the next year, my dear Daddy went through a series of 'Aunts' who were his inhouse whores. Great role models for his young daughter. Word got out that he wasn't a very nice date, when he couldn't make that work, he turned his attention to me. I guess you can get used to anything if you don't know any better and if you self-medicate. I was going to an expensive prep school and did well. For classes that I couldn't master I got good grades by providing teachers with favors. I never did manage to climb the rope, but I did manage to pass by being 'nice' to the female gym teacher. Finally, 'Daddy' found out that I was the 'prep school Lolita' and blew up at me. 'Do you have any idea how this makes me look? You stupid little cunt!' He railed as he slapped me around my pink bedroom. He had a temper, so I could see how he couldn't keep a mistress. 'You will do as I say. Behave like a lady! That's an order!' I was a cocky little bitch, so I taunted him, 'Good! I will try, but make no guarantees.' His backhand knocked me out. Not even Deon can hit like my Dad."

Six women stared with their mouths open. Through tears Becky asked, "How did you become a junky?"

Bitch took a deep breath, "Welllll... I used weed to muddle through home and school, after graduation I turned eighteen, I took the money I had been saving and left. I knew Daddy would send someone looking for me, so I dyed my hair blonde and disappeared into the streetwalker scene. I was drunk and stoned one night when one of my corner mates introduced me to meth and blow. The next week it was smack, and I was in love. The drugs made me the best skank whore I could be and helped me forget how I got there. I was the girl who NEVER said NO! Not to anything. I still don't."

Olivia asked, "How did you re-connect with your father?"

Bitch giggled, "One of my cousins picked me up because his wife wouldn't take it up the shitter. I didn't think he recognized me, but he ratted me out and a couple days later one of Daddy's 'drivers' found me and dragged me home. I warned Daddy that he 'better use a condom' but he laughed, 'That would ruin it for me. I want you to feel me fill you, so you know how much we have missed each other.' My revenge was to give Daddy the clap. After he and I got treated, he tried to pay me to move back home and get clean, but I couldn't. Too many bad memories. My Mom's last diary entry read. 'That little Bitch, Karen, is seducing her father. Fuck that little Bitch she can have him. I will show them both.'