Chapter 162

• I polished off my glass of Champagne and went inside. There was only so much of the Tommy love-fest that I could take. In the kitchen, I bumped into Alix and Brittany. They had wrapped up their sessions and, topless and wearing only thong bikini bottoms, were bent over the counter snorting long lines of cocaine.
• "If we don't have any appointments until Sunday, we should hit a club tonight," Brittany said, her voice nasal.
• "Yes!" Alix exclaimed. The metal bar piercings in her nipples caught the sunshine streaming in through the kitchen windows. "Let's find some civilian dick and bring them back here to party. At least two. Unless you want to take us, stud." Alix turned to me.