Recreational Drug

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Recreational Drug
[Part I: Epicurean]

I had only been taking a break for thirty minutes before a folder was thrown in front of my face by a waitress. I wasn’t exactly sure what to make of it except I was being bothered on my break. I was known to all my customers on the underground black market as Epicurean. That is the only name they need t know and it is the only one I will openly tell anyone. I often go by Monsieur Epicurean and I was referred by that name to anyone who wished to keep their limbs in tact. I was rather dangerous and had quite a reputation to maintain. Not that I minded I had much to keep up this generation. Plainly put I am a drug dealer. I mix and mess with the genetic make up of former drugs to make them more potent. My drugs are all specialty they last longer, the effects stronger and more addictive. You can imagine I sold much per day nearly more then half a stock..

Parties never sleep, the drug world, ravers and underground do the same.

So neither do I.

My sleeping schedule never failed. I slept during the day and sometimes not at all. Or well I should say most of the time never at all. Not like I had the time or the ability to dedicate to the human nature of sleep. I was naturally an insomniac but in my research I have created a sleepless drug more potent then the most over priced energy drink or caffeine pills in fact I haven’t slept in years. Thanks to my new invention. I just have to remember to take them two times a day to ensure I never have to sleep again. Not when I have business. I cannot afford to slip up and miss a sale.

I know what you must be thinking that because I make my own poisons I was hooked as well. No. I vowed never to touch any of it or else I’d end up like my customers.

Crazy fucks, every one of them.

I was sane in my mind for the most part. I had control over my emotions and actions. I suffered from nothing but reality. And it reminded me everyday by kicking me hard in the ass. I never thought pushing thirty would be this hard. The fact I thought I’d be doing something worthy at this day and age. I suppose not. I thought maybe I’d be doing something else at thirty. Not selling recreational drugs to wannabes, ravers and losers.

I gazed at the folder and opened it slowly. The picture was of a girl. A girl I knew well. “So Monsieur Epicurean, do you know her?” asked the pretty young thing by my side. I nodded slowly; looking at the glass of water I had been given. It was probably drugged, laced with something my mere mortal senses could not detect without something to test it for me. So I played it safe and did not drink it.

“Yes, I know her.” I replied hastily just watching the female before me. Juicy Taint is what they called her. She was a waitress at this club and worked circuits and several jobs over different bars and clubs around the down town Tokyo area. Juicy was only twenty one barely able to drink and she had told me all sorts of insane stories of carnal pleasures, slavery, bondage and drugs. Anything you would think a twenty one your old would be a virgin too. She was a cute Japanese girl with breasts you would not believe. They were a new addition to her and I didn’t mind at all but she kept bragging about them to everyone. She was just like the girl in the picture, a large bosom only I think the girl’s were real unlike Juicy’s here. Juicy wore all pink. A short pink and white cocktail dress that exposed her long curvy legs. Her hair was long and black with thick bright pink streaks in it to match her cute pink dress. “Her name is Sybille or Violet as she is known.” I remarked

“Oh so you do know her?” she asked, leaning towards me showing off her large implanted breasts to me. I casually looked away from the distracting objects and gazed at Ms Violet’s photos. They all had been spy cams so she was not posing at all. It was all spur of the moment and she looked rather normal. Well as normal as one could get working for the underground. In long white pony fell two long ones on her head, purple tips at the ends. She had abnormally pale skin and wore matching colors of white and purple around her body. A corset of wire looking things, pants and it covered over her luscious breasts well. Only thing about these pictures is that she was wearing a gas mask. It was in every one of these pictures. I had never seen her with it one. It seemed like maybe it was a new fashion trend? Hell if I knew. “How did you meet her?’ she asked impatiently.

“How I meet all my customers. Through favors and secret meetings. No one really knows my face by name but they all know my name.” I spoke the truth and nothing more. “I was her dealer but I had not seen her recently. In fact it has been a few years. She never bought any of my personal recipes just straight hits of acid.” Juicy placed a finger to her on her plump pink colored lips.

“Of course, monsieur Epicurean.”

“She must have found a better dealer.” I chuckled, no one was better than me. “I honestly thought she died from an overdose or something.” She giggled.

“Not dead, just busy. She’s the girl the boss wants out of the way.” Juicy replied twirling her hair with her index finger. I stroked my chin.

“Why are you telling this to me?” I asked. “You know I only sell merchandise. Never anything real serious.” Juicy nodded sitting next to him.

“Epicurean you’re the only one who can genetically enhance things correctly. They want you to go in and help with the latest project to help get rid of her.” I raised a brow.

“How is this druggie a threat to Rengaku?” I asked.

“That’s not just any druggie it’s Cyber Grape.” I looked at her skeptically.

“The Cyber Grape?” She nodded.

“Yes. We need your help. Can you do it Monsieur?”

“I suppose I have no choice. When do I need to be there?”


- To be continued.