Rhinestone Vampire

Acid. There are some recommended guidelines on when and where to do this serious hallucinogenic. Those of us who have done it before know what they are, such as; not starting your trip too late, not doing it with a complete stranger and, if at all possible, not doing it in public. Dropping a potent double dose with two bisexual, soulless and hellbound females that you just met in a 24 hr. cafe at 3:15am after a heavy night of drinking goes against these recommendations.

"I don't know Ja. They look kinda hot yet kinda creepy at the same time. What do you think?"

"Let's fuckin talk to 'em right now." King Ja, the older dog, with an arrogant confidence, jumped up from our booth to approach the two girls. As far as their looks were concerned, the females were complete polar opposites. Very dualistic. One was as white as a piece of paper with a messy platinum blond 1920's bobbed hairdo. She had round facial features and was very clammy looking. The other girl had dry, ashy, dark black skin with pointed or "white" facial features. She was so skinny that she looked caved in as if her body had been imploded. Regardless, behind our liquor soaked eyes we still thought we found them attractive. Upon our approach, they seemed calm or even numb to our arrival as if they completely expected us and abruptly put an end to our dashing attempt at hip and suave small talk.

"Cid."

"Huh?"

"You guys want to do some acid? We have acid."

"Fuck yea! " I said. Ja paused, which, knowing him over the years meant he was thinking, '...Well, it's almost 3:30am ...I'm drunk...I gotta work tomorrow...I have a wife at home...', and right after these thoughts, blurting out, "Sure, let's do it!"

So without fumbling through a purse or looking in their pockets, the girls handed each of us a paper tab of LSD in which we immediately ate with very little pre-evaluation. We slammed our coffees and blindly headed for their place, hurrying before the "shit kicks in".

The house was old and had a great deal of ornate wood work and arched doorways making it look and feel very gothic. It had a medium to low yellowy, bland lighting to it and was empty and cold despite it being a hot, humid, Midwest summer night. There was also a strange low-sonic constant hum to it, only audible to an altered or in-tune mind. The girls put us in a small TV room in the basement, stripped down to their underwear, talked to us a bit, then went back upstairs, leaving King Ja and I alone to contemplate our next move. They were gone for a surprisingly long time...or were they? Time makes no sense when you're trippin'. Either way we were too bent to look for the girls (or move, for that matter) and thus were forcibly subjected to an unfamiliar evil little room with old cartoons of "Heckle and Jeckle" playing on the TV as a background insanity to our late night/early morning LSD drama.

"Dude. These girls are fuckin creepy. I mean where are they? They're not even slightly worried that some strange guys on acid are in their place," I said whispering.

"They're like the living dead or something, man. They're fucking bizarro. Like, numb! I mean, am I trippin' or do these chics seem like they're empty or some kinda shit?"

"Well yes, Ja, you're trippin' and yes, they're fuckin' empty, like shells--soulless walking hollow shells...that need to be filled!"

"They want our seed. They want us to fuck 'em! Hold on...I think I hear them coming back to the room."

"Yeah, man. I think they're vamp..."I was interrupted by their entrance into the room. King Ja stood up and asked to use the bathroom which I took as a first step in his diversion to get us the hell out of there. While Ja was in the bathroom, the girls started rubbing my legs and crotch and at the same time were asking me if I wanted to smoke a little crack with them (as they rubbed).

"No. I've never done that stuff (at the time, I hadn't yet). I think the LSD is quite enough." I could barely fucking talk let alone try crack-cocaine in some fucked up vexatious habitat--pussy or no pussy! Ja called me out into the hallway. I went.

"I'm freakin out! The girls are witches or something, man. They're energy vampires or some fuckin' thing! I feel drained. Let's go! Maybe I'm just too high but either way we're too vulnerable while we're trippin'. It's too much of a funky mental hell thing going on with them. It's bleeding onto me!" I sensed he was genuinely terrified but also noticed that he was holding back a giggle at the same time.

"Alright, King. Let's get the fuck out of here! I'll tell 'em we're gonna take a walk--that we need some air because we're trippin' so fuckin' hard." After telling them, they looked at King Ja and said, " Have a good nite ". The black one looked at me like she was Bela Lugosi and said, "I'll see you in a little while. Come on back."

Outside, Ja and I were so overjoyed to be out of hell that we just started running in circles and laughing. We ran in opposite directions, going in circles around an art building of some sort and everytime our paths would cross we would giggle and then repeat another loop. It was as if we were unwinding a spell that was put on us by the girls. We finally came to a halt and Ja told me that he had to go home to his wife and explain to her (while peaking on the drug) why and where he was. I was devastated. I had a good 6 to 8 hours before the drug would wear off and my tripping partner was leaving! I drove home with him, walked him up to his door while we laughed until losing oxygen, told him good luck, and went back to the girls, back to the sex, and back to Heckle and Jeckle, alone...all fucking alone and blazed out of my gourd!

Knowing I would come back, the black one was waiting at the door. She once again offered me crack and I once again declined (later in life I experimented, once, with crack and acid and found that when coming down, one could find no deeper hell. The 9th circle of it, if you will--highly unrecommended).

As she was walking me back into the TV room, I was looking down at my feet and realized what my entire role was in this hallucinogenic movie I was in. I was wearing white snakeskin boots, wrapped in silver rhinestones along with sporting a cross-shaped earring, fake aqua-blue contacts, and long frosted blond hair. I had a performance earlier that night and still had on all my stripper garb from my full-time cornball exotic dancer gig and was dressed something like a heavy metal rock star mixed with Zorro, the gay blade. I was completely ridiculous and cheesy looking but, be it as it may, it got me through this night! To the dark little girls, I was the clean white sparkly angel they lacked, the innocence returned, the energy they needed to fill their vampiric void. They wanted my semen. I wanted to fuck and fuck I did!

It was disgusting. Acid enhances your senses so the smell of asshole, crack, and unwashed pussy were even more prevalent than they would've been in a non-acid state of mind. But, of course, this stopped none of us. The white, pasty girl laid on the floor on her back while the black girl spread the white one's legs open and ate her pussy making snorkeling pig sounds while she did it. I thought "eating" pussy was just an expression until witnessing this shit. I commenced with little warning (and no lube) to insert my cock in the black one's ass. Though she didn't mind, it didn't fit her goal, so she grabbed it and put it in her pussy. Unfortunately, this was not a hot scene. As soon as it got started, I realized that it had nothing to do with hot sex. They had pulled me into some black magic sex ritual where I felt my seed was the significant ingredient for whatever their cause. So I devised a plan and executed it. As soon as she was about to cum, I pulled out, threw my clothes on and ran out the fucking door, wet, hard dick and all! They were denied! While making my final getaway I heard things to the effect of, "Where are you going! Why are you leaving! Come back! Come back tomorrow........"

I was supercharged! I had been initiated into the vampire world yet I had still won (at least according to what was left of the reasoning processes of my acid-fried brain). I ran home like a track star with my shining, white, rhinestone-studded boots to beat the sunrise. I lived right across the street from a large cemetery and ran through it using it as a shortcut home, dancing on and off tombstones and frolicking through and around them like a magical fairy. Victory was mine and I was afraid of nothing but the sun for I was the white powerful prince able to travel through the void, unscathed. I was the light in the darkness, a new god of the night. I was the great Rhinestone Vampire!

(Minneapolis, Summer, 1990) . . . . . aa

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