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Patrick stretched out of her bed, arching her back and pushing against the bed frame. It was about 4 pm, the sun was blaring in her room. Her bare chest was still covered in body glitter, shining like gold in the light, which made her chuckle.
She slinked out of bed, wearing only sweatpants with a leopard print black thong strung up underneath. God she was hungover, her head pounded. She also had to piss unreasonably bad. Stumbling to the bathroom with a killer migraine, she flung the door open and ripped her clothes down.
She grumbled, laying her head on her arms as she pissed. It wasn't very long of a wait, but was way to quick to where when she stood, she nearly passed out.
Patrick stumbled to the kitchen after pulling her clothes back up and flushing, desperate for a water bottle. The only ones left were in the fridge, which were usually saved for "special occasions" — in other words, parties for anyone who needs to sober up — but she slung it back anyways. Chugging the water left her face drenched, some having spilled out of her mouth.
A great weight was lifted off her shoulders as she sighed, breathing in now-fresh air, the alcohol still lingered in her room. She grabbed a bag of chips and some cookies before heading back to her room, munching occasionally on a cookie as she walked.
She placed the snacks down on her vanity and sat atop the stool in front of it. She crossed her legs, popping a cookie into her mouth whole.
Her phone buzzed in her sweatpants pockets, ripping it out and looking at the screen with a cocked eyebrow. Flashing across the screen was Victor Criss' name, they were good friends. What did he want? She picked up the phone, waiting a few seconds before speaking.
" What is it, slut? " The tone in her voice was clearly teasing, using the nickname they'd both given to each other. A few seconds passed, then Victor's voice rang through the phone.
" You sound hungover as fuck. "
" I am."
" So are you skipping out on this afternoon? We leave in an hour. "
" Absolutely not, come exactly at 5, I'll be ready. "
She hung up the phone after that, not waiting for Victor's next response. It usually consisted of are you sure? or you really should sit out, you said you would last time. And each time, it bored Patrick beyond belief.
She started with her makeup, getting all "dolled up", fixing her hair and putting it in a loose ponytail with her bangs out.
Then came the actual outfit. She dressed herself in a lacey pink thong, shorts with fluff at the bottom, and a pink striped bikini top. She threw on a thin leopard print zip up jacket over top, keeping it unzipped to present her barely an a-cup chest. Estrogen didn't bless her in that department — not as much as it did for others giving them at least an a — but it was fine, she quite enjoyed her flat chest.
By the time she sat down and finished her snack, there was a knock at the door. She threw on pink knee-high platform boots to finish it off. Last, she grabbed a zebra-print bag with pink straps. She stuffed it with her phone, a gun, pepper spray, a taser, a few blunts, a lighter, and some coke.
She strutted to the door, opening it to Victor and Belch — honestly the sweetest couple she'd seen. They were accompanied by a slightly younger Beverly Marsh, someone they'd disliked in the past, but she grew on Patrick during her transition, and infact helped Patrick discover this side of herself.
" We just gonna sit here or we gonna get moving you whore? " Victor's voice snapped her out of thought, frantically stepping out of the door and shutting it, then locking it.
" All set, lets go girls! " Patrick always called them girls as a group, it was their form of approving each other. The group chuckled, piling into Belch's convertible. Beverly and Patrick relaxed in the back, with the couple in the front. Patrick wrapped her arm around Bev and pulled her in, rubbing the top of her head.
" It's been so long little Queen! I've missed that pretty face. " She grabbed Bev by the cheeks and squished them around, chuckling.
"Oh patty- stop it! " Bev waved her hand, trying to signal Patrick to stop in a playful manner. The two burst into laughter, grabbing one another.
The 30 minute drive to the club consisted of loud laughter, raunchy jokes, and at least 2 joints. She lost track of how much they actually smoked. Pulling up to the club, they tossed out the burnt roach of their last joint into the road and skidded to a halt infront.
" You two dolls get out, mkay? Me and Belch will find you when we park. " Victor smiled, Patrick had a clear sight of him rubbing Belch's thigh. Of course they needed a quickie. She nodded with a smile and looked at Bev, pulling her out of the car and practically sprinting towards the door.
The bouncer stopped them with a hand, cocking an eyebrow, silently asking for ID. Patrick pulled hers out of her bag, nudging Bev to do the same, who pulled it out of her pockets.
The bouncer handed their IDs back and nodded them along. Bev was pulled abruptly again by Patrick, the two rushing into the crowd as Patrick laughed similar to that of a maniac. She was no less crazy than she was as a kid, infact it seemed worse now that all she did was drink and do drugs, but it was fine.
" Come on, I have a VIP room! " Patrick had to yell, still dragging Beverly along with her. Beverly could hardly hear her until they actually entered the room. There was a few people already here — people she assumed to have known Patrick or the boys. There was one who caught her eye, a shorter man — shorter than Patrick, which was shocking as she only stood at 6' — who was dressed in a mesh top and jeans. He held a red solo cup, filled with presumably alcohol, and he was talking with some girls who were all up on him. He was clearly uninterested, and Beverly simply assumed he was gay, which wasn't shocking based on his…attire.
Patrick pulled Beverly a little further, until they sat on a couch with a table infront of it. Beverly looked over to see Patrick fiddling in her purse, until she pulled out a baggie with a white substance — cocaine — and a card to crush it. Beverly's eyes widened slightly, she'd never done coke, but fuck it. Gotta try it once, right?
Patrick cocked an eyebrow at Beverly, and she started to nod fervently. She smiled and poured some onto the table, crushing it up and forming it into 4 even lines on the table. Beverly went to lean in but Patrick stopped her.
" Let a professional demonstrate. " Patrick said with a thin smile, then held her left nostril closed and bent down, sucking up the cocaine like a fucking vacuum. She wiped her nose and leaned back, allowing Beverly to take an attempt.
Beverly, more anxious than anything, swallowed quietly and held down a nostril — did it matter which? She hoped not. She moved on to attempt to suck up the powder, struggling a little to sniff hard enough, but very quickly got it.
Shortly after snorting her first line, in barged Victor and Belch. The two were loud, and Belch had a slight limp in his walk. They were no good at hiding what they did in the car — she just hoped it wasn't in the backseat.
Beverly felt eyes burning into her, looking around to attempt to find them, she saw the same man from earlier, staring down her and Patrick. More like Patrick rather than her. She wasn't shocked, Patrick was very,,,,flamboyant? Was that mean to say? She didn't care, as it was true. The man slightly bared his teeth in a smile — not a smile, a threatening grin. Beverly gulped loudly, turning away faster than she could look.
Patrick snorted up another line, head starting to spin with the mix of drugs and hangover that still hadn't worn off. She tried to control the loopy-ness in her brain, but the only thing that would even her out was more alcohol. She stood and stumbled to the drinks, coincidentally, right into the man who Beverly saw. He grabbed onto Patrick as she tripped over him, right under the arms. Their size difference was funny, a woman standing at 6'—moreso 6'4 in the platforms— in comparison to a man who was clearly just pushing 5'9, and yet he was holding her. She grumbled, rolling back onto her feet and sighing.
" Sorry about that queen, I'm not in the best mind right now. " She rubbed her temples, watching as the man below her rolled his eyes,
" You one of Vic's whores? "
" Why, you wanna take me for a ride? "
" Thats not— "
" Don't worry doll, I'm just teasing. " She laughed, patting him on the shoulder. He recoiled for a second, but relaxed into the touch as if she had tamed a wild animal. The man stood there, as still as a mannequin, like he was scared to make a move. The look in his eyes was wild, he wanted to climb that tree and tear it down.
Patrick noticed this, laying her hand flat on the mans shoulder. A sly grin spread across her face. She moved down to grab his hand, and pulled towards the upper level of the VIP room. Nobody went up there, infact, nobody knew it existed. It was a hidden staircase in the same sector as the bathroom, and she only knew about it considering she owned the room.
She let go of his hand and stripped off her outer jacket, tossing it to the floor, as well as ditching the boots. She laid against a side arm of the couch in the middle of the room, legs spread yet still clothed outside of the jacket and boots.
The boy — Henry Bowers — gulped nervously. He slowly took off his mesh top, unbuttoning his jeans as he approached the sprawled out girl on the couch. His cock throbbed, she was beautiful — even if her parts were in some way artificial. Henry could tell just by her height and extremely flat chest, but he didn't care. A pussy was a pussy, and this would be a good one.
Patrick chuckled at Henry's stares, pushing a sentence through small laughs.
" Am I just eye candy, or are you gonna touch me? "
Henry snapped out of it, climbing onto the couch with her. He delicately peeled at her shorts, revealing the rest of the pink thong underneath. His heart skipped a beat as he pulled those down two, tossing them to the side when they were fully off. The bikini top was a lot easier to ditch, as Patrick quickly untied it and literally threw it.
Henry stared down at her again, in a haze. All the thoughts about her ran straight to his cock. She cocked an eyebrow at him, his breath hitching at the reality of what about to happen.
" Do you have lube—?"
" No. " The answer was said like it was an obvious, and then her jaw dropped open sticking out her tongue. It took Henry a second to register what Patrick was implying, but when he did, he nodded like he knew that was coming and placed 3 of his fingers in her mouth.
She licked around them enthusiastically, slurping like she was fucking blowing him. He swallowed nervously, it was oddly arousing. He usually had lube, so it'd never gone down like this before, never did he think he'd be attracted to someone sucking his fingers.
Her mouth popped open shortly after, releasing his fingers and looking at him with a sly smile. Henry pulled his arm back and leaned down to Patrick's cunt. He quickly inserted one of his fingers, listening to the sharp gasp from the girl below him.
He kept a steady pace, not quite pounding into her but not going slow either. He didn't wait long to add a second finger, disregarding the stretch. Patrick clutched onto him, grabbing his hair and pulling lightly. Henry bit back a whine, continuing to roughly thrust into her with his hands.
After a while longer — atleast waiting longer than when he inserted the second — he added the third. He brushed against Patrick's g-spot, causing her to gasp and moan at the same time. He almost burst on the spot.
It didn't take long for her to start begging him to fuck her.
Henry couldn't resist, the arousal in his stomach was painful. He quickly removed his fingers and lined himself up, pushing in without holding back. Patrick leaned up and grabbed onto Henry from under the shoulders, scratching at his back from the sudden intrusion. It stung, but the pain only drove him to fuck harder.
He didn't give her time to adjust, and his thrusts were already sloppy upon intrusion. Patrick moaned loud, he was shocked people from downstairs didn't hear her. Every sound only built up the arousal in his stomach, drawing him closer and closer to the edge. He felt his muscles twitching and abruptly stopped, panting and shaking at the denial of his orgasm.
Patrick whined, looking at him with tear filled eyes, soundlessly begging him to continue. The look drove him crazy, and without thinking, he pounded into her again. Patrick painted heavily, tears dripping from her face from pleasure, arching her back to allow Henry to get deeper inside her.
He obliged, ramming deeper into her cunt, causing himself to moan. He leaned closer down to Patricks body, touching their chests together as he'd thrust. He bent down to bite into her soft skin, suckling at it and leaving multiple bright hickeys. Patrick's hands moved to his hair once more, holding tight onto it, pushing his face deeper into her body.
He bit down harshly, tasting a familiar iron pool into his mouth. Patrick let out a gutteral moan, pulling the boys hair. Her body rumbled against his with each moan, pulling harder and harder on his hair.
Henry couldn't hold it in once he felt her clench tightly around him, with her own orgasm. He continued to sloppily thrust, chasing his orgasm at full speed.
He burst deep inside her, throbbing as it erupted from him. Patrick held him close, both of them panting violently and refusing to move. Henry didn't pull out — he knew she couldn't get pregnant regardless — and on occasion would weakly fuck his cum into her.
Patrick hand's went slack on Henry's hair after a while, laying them down. One on her chest, the other hanging off the couch. Henry reached out to grab it, desperate for physical touch, desperate for a sign that he did good.
Patrick wrapped her hand around his, smiling softly where he couldn't see. She shifted her body, and he pulled out. Henry laid weakly with her, keeping their hands intertwined.
Patrick started to doze off, exhausted from the drugs and the sex, along with the still slightly lingering hangover. Her eyes fluttered shut, turning her head towards Henry's and mumbling.
Last thing she remembered before fully drifting off was a soft peck atop the head from Henry.