“Paris and Lindsay Go Clubbing” Part 1
L.A. night club scene, 2006
A barrage of camera flashes greeted Paris Hilton as she stepped out of the back of the limo. She instinctively struck a quick pose, knowing the paparazzi would surely be waiting at the booming Los Angeles night club she pulled up to. Paris has her long, platinum blonde hair down and straightened to perfection. A thin, pink headband adorned her. Her lips looked luscious, shiny with seductive gloss. Paris had on a shimmering dress with thin shoulder straps. It came down only just below her buttocks region. The tall, blonde heiress flaunted her long, lean legs in her pose. Her gold bracelets matched her strappy, gold-colored heels. She had her long toes painted with a classic pink color. Paris fits the smug Hollywood brat profile to the letter. She was 25 years old and at the height of her popularity. Whatever club she ended up at for the night, the masses would always part as she strolled in.
Tonight she was taking her new friend, Lindsay Lohan out clubbing. Lindsay was no stranger to acting by this point, but was still riding the success of “Mean Girls”. Every young person in the country knew who Lindsay Lohan was now. The radiant redhead stepped out from the limo. She had been photographed by the paparazzi before, but the press that followed her AND Paris was staggering. Lindsay gave a pretty smile as she climbed out of the limo and stood next to Paris. The 20-year old starlet’s red hair was straightened and fell down below her shoulder blades. Lindsay had a thin, black choker on and was wearing a short, blue dress. She had on tall, black heels that showed off her pretty, pale toes and vibrant red polish.
The two celebrities were escorted by four security guards as they walked proudly into the club. The doormen didn’t say a word. They just opened up both sets of double doors and let the two socialites in, no questions asked. Paris led the way. They were quickly greeted by the club manager, who guided them upstairs to a V.I.P. room overlooking much of the club floor.
The room was spacious and dark, with small lights dotting the ceiling that cast just enough light to see well. There was a round, marble table positioned near the short wall where important clientele could gaze down at the club goers. A fresh bottle of champagne was nestled in a bucket of ice with several glasses positioned on folded clothes around it. On one side of the table was a pristine leather seating area that wrapped around one side of the asymmetrical room. Around the rest of the table were several comfortable chairs. On the back side of the room, was a large cutout that contained a king-size bed. Silk sheets and a privacy veil hung up in case the bed needed to be separated from the rest of the V.I.P. section.
The club manager ushered the two beautiful celebrities in and left them to their fun. Paris sat on the leather bench on one side of the table. She quickly pulled out a small pocket mirror and checked her lip gloss. Lindsay took a seat next to her, but was still looking over at the area where an entire bed was set up. She naively asked, “Why is there a bed up here?”
Paris smiled slyly and answered, “These V.I.P. rooms at clubs are reserved for all types of powerful C.E.O.s, musicians, actors and actresses, and The Who’s Who of Hollywood who want to indulge in all the things the L.A. nightlife has to offer. Why do YOU think there’s a bed up here? I assure you it isn’t for cat naps. Oh Lindsay, so young and so much to learn. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.”
Lindsay gave a half-sincere smile and looked back at the bed wondering how many famous people had gotten naughty on it. She thought there might be a strong chance that Paris was one such celebrity, so she didn’t pursue any further questions about the bed. Lindsay wondered if she would or even could do something that dirty in a loud, jam-packed night club.
Her thoughts were interrupted when a dark-haired man slipped inside their V.I.P. room and started chatting them up. He had on a black shirt, black pants, and a black leather jacket. He wore a couple thin gold chains and had dark bags under his eyes. The guy cheerfully greeted them, “Hey! How we doing tonight, Paris the Heiress?! And who do we have here with her? Ms. Lohan I see! Pleasure to meet you!”
Lindsay: “...Um...Hi?”
Paris didn’t even look up. She was now checking her eyebrows in her little mirror. She nonchalantly replied, “...I told you I don’t like you to call me that, Roy.”
Roy helped himself to one of the chairs across from the two Hollywood queens. He took a relaxed position in the seat and said, “Right. Sorry, Love. Well, what brings you two fine ladies out to the club this night?”
Lindsay looked perplexed. She still had no idea who this guy was or why he was in the special room with them. She looked over at Paris to see how she would react.
Paris snapped close her mirror and looked over at Roy for the first time since he had walked in the room. She unenthusiastically explained, “We’re here to have fun. Is there a reason you’re here?”
Roy: “Easy, Princess. I was just asking. I came up here to see if you two gorgeous ladies wanted to partake in some of my finest party favors?”
Paris: “Lindsay, this is Roy by the way. He’s a local dealer.”
Lindsay was still a little uncomfortable with meeting Roy, especially jumping right into the topic of drugs with him. But it was clear to her that Paris knew him fairly well. Or at least well enough to think he was annoying.
Roy interjected on his own behalf, since Paris wasn’t going to do it for him. He told Lindsay, “Look, I’m not some low level dealer you’ll find hanging out on a corner somewhere at 3 a.m. I supply Hollywood’s elite with the best stuff money can buy. I even make a special, custom product that’ll have you saving my personal cell number in your phone. And most importantly, I’m discreet.
Paris lazily looked at Lindsay and admitted, “That shit is the best around. I’ll give him that.”
Roy: “Hey, starlet’s need to have a good time too, am I right? Speaking of which, can I interest you two in some of my “Roy Joy” tonight? I have some with me, but that’s the last of my supply. At least for a couple weeks. The Feds landed a big time dealer and now everyone is laying low thinking he’s going to rat them out too. I can’t get the ingredients to make anymore anytime soon. So if you want any, it’s tonight or never for a while.”
Lindsay crinkled her face in confusion as she asked perplexed, “Roy Joy?” Paris chuckled and added, “Roy, I told you, you have to get a new name for your stuff. That’s the dumbest fucking name I’ve ever heard. Lindsay, it’s kind of like ecstasy and morphine mixed together. Super long lasting. You’ll be feeling fucking fantastic until tomorrow morning. I guarantee it.”
Roy leaned back in his chair like a stud, basking in the compliment of his unique product. He had supplied it to Paris for years and knew she always wanted it, even if she played like she could take it or leave it. Truth of the matter was, Paris was addicted to his own, special drug. That’s why she chose THIS club to go to tonight. She was hoping Roy would be here. And that’s why she didn’t dismiss him when he walked in to her private V.I.P. room.
Paris tried to make Roy feel like he was under her heel, but in reality, her addiction to his drug turned things around the other way. Since Roy was a sleazy drug dealer, Paris couldn’t just swipe her daddy’s credit card or write him a check. She had to pay cash. Lots of cash. And as night after night came and more and more cash was handed over, daddy had more and more questions about where his money was going. Finally, Mr. Hilton started scrutinizing his daughter’s spending habits. But even though Paris didn’t always have the money for “Roy Joy”, she found herself compromising and earning it in another way.
Paris asked Lindsay if she was down to try something. Lindsay was eager to impress the infamous Paris Hilton, so she replied, “Oh yeah. I mean...I’ve like done pot.”
Paris chuckled and replied, “That’s cute. I mean...that’s cool. I mean like you’re young. There’s probably a lot of things you haven’t tried yet. But “Roy Joy” is nothing like pot. It’s like amazing. So hot. We should do some.”
Paris looked at Roy and gave a terribly fake smile. She sweetly asked, “Roy, Lindsay is a new friend of mine. And I’m like trying to show her a really good time tonight. Is there any way you could just spot us some of your stuff since we’re old friends? Or maybe I could just pay you next time I see you?”
Roy: “No can do, Paris. Like I said, I’m almost out and there are others at this club that are willing to pay tonight.”
Paris’ fake smile disappeared as quickly as it came. In a bratty tone, she told Roy, “Fuck you, Roy! My dad is like being a total jerk right now. He only lets me and Nicky take out a certain amount of cash each week. So no, I don’t have that kind of money right now, Roy.”
Roy was not upset by the news though. In a way, he looked even happier. Lindsay was confused about the weird dynamic going on right now. Paris seemed really annoyed, but Roy was acting like it was the answer he was hoping for.
After a few seconds of tension, Roy asked Paris, “Well I mean...if you NEED it tonight. I mean, I’m a reasonable guy. Maybe we could do our usual...arrangement? And hey, look...I know you got your friend here tonight. If you need to talk to her or whatever. I don’t know. Whatever you two want to work out.”
Paris scoffed and folded her arms across her body. She looked beyond irritated that she didn’t get her way. Paris shook her head and rudely said, “Fine.”
Paris stood up and took hold of Lindsay’s hand. Then she led her over to the cutout section where the large bed was. Paris climbed onto the bed and scooted up so that her ankles were about at the edge of the bed. Her expensive high heels hung off the side of it. Paris looked at Lindsay and patted a spot on the bed next to her. Lindsay understood that as a sign to join her so she also climbed timidly onto the bed. What was going on? Lindsay had no clue. But she somewhat trusted Paris as someone who knew the in and outs of the club scene, so she followed her friend’s lead.
Lindsay got comfortable on the bed and smoothed her dress. Her high heels were also suspended off the side of the large bed. Lindsay had no idea what to expect. She quietly whispered to Paris, “What now? I don’t get it. Why are we on the bed?”
It was obvious Paris was less than thrilled about the situation. She looked at Lindsay and answered, “Look, just go with it. I was really hoping Roy wouldn’t be an asshole tonight. Like he knows I have money. I’m a Hilton for God’s sake. But he thinks he can pull shit like this because he’s the only one with ‘Roy Joy’ or whatever the fuck he calls it.”
Lindsay was still confused. She whispered, “Go along with what?”
Just then Lindsay felt Roy unbuckling the ankle straps of her high heels. And soon her heels were being slipped off of her feet, leaving her pale soles overhanging the bed. Lindsay’s eyes got big and she stared at Paris with her mouth slightly open in silence. Then she exclaimed, “He’s...he’s taking off my shoes! What?! Why is he doing that?!” Lindsay’s bare, size 9 feet wiggled a little as they dangled off the side. Her heels were smooth and well-cushioned. They were a pleasant rosie pink color. Her milky arches were high and strong. The pads below her toes were meaty and also a pinkish hue. Lindsay’s creamy toes were so very pretty and tapered down from her big toes perfectly. The red toenail polish she was wearing made the contrast of her milky-white tootsies even more pronounced.
Paris looked at her friend and explained, “Roy likes women’s feet. But it gets us drugs so...”
Lindsay felt so awkward. She didn’t have the slightest idea of what to say or do at the moment. She just looked back at Paris with a look like she couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Lindsay felt weird just lying on the bed not knowing what Roy was up to, so she tried to fill the silence by commenting, “Sorry, I know my feet are kind of big for my size.”
Roy: “No worries. That’s nothing compared to how big Paris’ feet are. She’s got some canoes.”
Paris rolled her eyes and shouted back at him, “Like screw you, Roy! If you don’t like them, then why do you want to do this all the time?! And do you have the stuff or not?!”
Lindsay was shocked when she heard Paris yell that this sort of thing was a common occurrence.
Roy tossed a small baggie up on the bed between the ladies. “Finally,” Paris said in a bratty tone as she pulled out a couple of the pills that were in the baggie. She hardly seemed to care that Roy was unbuckling her high heels and slipping them off.
Paris’ huge, size 11 soles were soon revealed. They were immaculate and looked very clean as they dangled off the side of the bed. Her robust heels were pristine. Void of any callouses or dry skin. Her lean arches were tender and flawless. And they seemed to go on for miles. Paris’ toes were very long, slender, and a bit knobby at points due to the overall size of her feet. Her second toes were even longer than her big toes. Each tootsie was capped in a rounded, succulent tip that sported perfectly pink painted toenails. Paris’ soles just seemed larger than life as the stuck up Hollywood princess casually swallowed a pill while she thoughtlessly wiggled her feet off the side of the bed.
Paris paid almost no attention to Roy, who had started lightly kissing the soles of her feet and giving her some short licks along her arches and heels. She took the other pill and handed it to Lindsay, who took it and just laid there awkwardly while she held it. Paris closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she welcomed the effects of the drug. All the while Roy was smooching her tender heels and nibbling along their edges. Then he started trailing his tongue down her long, sweeping arches, tasting the heiress’ feet.
As Lindsay was debating on swallowing the pill, she heard odd noises coming from behind them at the edge of the bed. Lindsay was trying to ignore whatever it was that Roy enjoyed about their shoes being off, but that noise was so strange. Lindsay finally glanced back behind them to see what sort of deal Paris had struck with Roy to get his prized creation. She saw Roy’s face was pressed into Paris’ soles as he took passionate licks along her big feet.
Lindsay gasped and brought her gaze back to the front. She whispered to Paris, “What is happening?! He’s like licking your feet or something?! What?! You’re just going to let him do that?!”
Paris didn’t look like she cared too much at all. She scoffed a little and said, “Yeah, Roy’s a fucking freaky foot boy. But hey, it like gets us the best drugs ever so like I said, just go with it okay?”
Lindsay wasn’t comfortable at all with the situation, but felt inclined to stay put so she didn’t wimp out in front of THE Paris Hilton. The radiant redhead proceeded to partake in the fun and swallowed the pill she was given. Lindsay wrinkled her face with surprise. She shook her head a little to clear the rush of drugs into her system. It was instant nirvana. A golden vibration washing comfortably over her entire body. She instantly knew why Paris was obsessed with “Roy Joy”.
That’s when Lindsay felt Roy’s mouth wrap around the two smallest toes on her right foot. Her eyes got huge and she brought a hand up over her mouth in shock. She could feel his warm tongue gently massaging the underside of her toes and playfully probing between them. Roy stayed there for a bit and then moved on down the line of toes. He now had the fourth and third toes in his mouth, coating them with spit as he sucked on them sensually.
Lindsay whispered to Paris, “Oh my God! He’s sucking my toes!”
Paris chuckled and replied, “I told you he LOVES women’s feet. Don’t worry, he’ll do the same to me, I’m sure. He ALWAYS wants to have time with my feet in exchange for his drugs. Like he never wants me to pay him anymore. Sometimes I refuse and tell him that doesn’t make sense if I have the money. But honestly, a lot of times it’s easier and much cheaper to just let him take my shoes off. Roy is OBSESSED with my feet.
Lindsay was blown away with the whole situation. She followed Paris’ lead and just relaxed on the bed. Her pale, creamy soles hung off the side of the bed with Roy crouched down nearby engulfing her tender tootsies in his mouth. He had worked his way to her big toe, which he was currently sucking on and rubbing with his tongue. Lindsay honestly did think it oddly felt like a massage.
Then Roy took both of Lindsay’s big toes in his wet, slobbering mouth and began moaning passionately as he tasted them. Lindsay could feel the powerful sucking motion as both of her big toes were loved on at once. She couldn’t help but make a perplexed, surprised expression as she felt him lathering the undersides of her big toes with spit and sliding his lips back and forth on them from the base to the meaty tips. Paris just laughed amusedly at Lindsay’s reaction.
The blonde heiress wasn’t laughing for long though. Roy soon returned to her giant peds resting off the edge of the bed next to Lindsay’s. Paris rolled her eyes and didn’t seem so amused by the foot attention now. Roy started smooching the creamy expanse of her foot bottoms and slobbering all over them. He couldn’t get enough of how the filthy rich Hollywood brat’s soles tasted. Paris could feel him practically salivating over them.
Roy asked her to scrunch her toes as tight as she could. Paris scoffed but did as requested. She curled her extremely long toes down, which caused her soles to wrinkle up just how Roy wanted. He continued taking sensual licks all up and down Paris’ wrinkled arches. Paris called back sarcastically at him not expecting an answer, “There, is that better?” Roy moaned in agreement as he lathered her expansive, silky soles with his slobbering tongue.
Lindsay cringed when she felt Roy return to her feet. She cupped her face in her hands out of embarrassment as she felt him dragging his hot, wet tongue from the base of her toes all the way up to her smooth, soft heels. Lindsay couldn’t believe this. She had never had a guy do anything like this with her feet. Roy lapped at her arches and then nibbled along the out sides of her soles until he reached her tender heels. Then he gave little playful nibbles and bites on Lindsay’s rosie heels and watched as her feet twitched and shifted uneasily.
Lindsay quietly told Paris, “Aaahhh! Oh my God, this feels so WEIRD!”
Paris scoffed and replied, “Oh my God, I know. I fucking hate when he wants to do this with my feet.”
Paris was even more annoyed when Roy returned to suck her toes. She let out a bratty, “Ugh!” as he took hold of one foot and started sucking her big toe like a lollipop. The bitchy blonde pulled out her phone and began wasting time scrolling through it and texting others back as Roy sucked each toe like there was no tomorrow. Each time he would finish with one, he would pop his mouth off the tip of it with an audible smack of delight. After a few times of hearing him do that, Paris glanced back him with a disapproving look. Then she went back to her phone and muttered, “Ew gross.”
Roy took her other foot and continued sucking each long, scrumptious toe. Paris was getting rather irritated by the intense foot attention. The feeling of Roy’s tongue slipping between and around her tootsies was making her whine and bitch to him about how gross it felt. She said in a bratty tone, “Okay, I think you’re done. We’ve let you have your fun.”
Roy didn’t even take a break from Paris’ toes as he fished out another baggie from his jacket pocket. He tossed it up on the bed between the women. Paris picked up the bag holding two additional pills and shrugged with a smile. That’ll do for now. She eagerly plucked one pill out of the baggie and swallowed it as Roy took quick, loving licks up the entire length of her dangling, size 11 soles. Paris’ feet were his own personal drug he was addicted to.
But that didn’t stop him from spending time with Ms. Lohan’s feet. He soon moved over and began at her flawless heels. Lindsay wrinkled her face with disgust as she felt him sliming her soles once again with his salivating mouth. Roy trailed down her pretty size 9’s, making sure to plant kisses as he went. He buried his face in Lindsay’s high arches and inhaled deeply. Lindsay grabbed Paris’ hand with a shocked, open-mouthed expression. What was he doing?! Whatever it was, it disgusted her. Was he really smelling her feet?
Paris was not nearly as concerned about everything as Lindsay was. She had been through this several times by now. She simply took the last remaining pill and offered it to her friend. Lindsay had a perplexed expression on her face as she looked back over her shoulder at Roy inhaling the scent of her feet. Then she noticed the pill being held in front of her, so she took it. Lindsay gulped it down. She just hoped the drugs were worth THIS.
As the drugs began to kick in and put Lindsay more at ease, Roy went back to her adorable toes. He crammed the tender tootsies into his mouth excitedly and washed them with his probing tongue. Roy felt how unbelievably soft and immaculate they were. Out of pure reflex, Lindsay curled them in the cutest way while they were inside his mouth as he sucked them passionately and rubbed his powerful tongue along the sensitive undersides of each one.
Paris was really feeling the affects of the pills now. As Lindsay was having her toes sucked right beside her, Paris had closed her eyes and was gently swaying her head around to the club music. Seemingly without a care in the world. The only concern she had at the moment was not having access to her favorite drug for the foreseeable future. Paris knew she wasn’t going to like the answer, but she asked Roy anyway, “So like what’s it going to take for you to give us the rest of your stash?”
Lindsay had her face buried in her hands as Roy savored the taste of her dangling feet. He moaned with enthusiasm at Paris’ question. What would it take? Lindsay didn’t know either, but she dreaded his answer. Sure the drug was spectacular, but it was so humiliating having her feet licked and her toes sucked on. But what would Paris think if she wimped out now and left the V.I.P. room? Probably never get invited to go clubbing with her ever again. And once the word got around that she wasn’t cool enough to hang with Paris Hilton, then her acting career could go down in flames.
Paris rolled to her side and looked down at Roy kneeling at the edge of the bed. She feigned disinterest as she lazily checked her fingernails. But secretly, Paris just wanted to hear what she had to do to get her hands on the remaining “Roy Joy”. The thought of not having access to it for a while was stressing her out. Other drugs simply didn’t compare.
Roy brought his attention toward Paris and answered, “Well...if you’re offering...I’m sure we can work something out.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
L.A. night club scene, 2006
A barrage of camera flashes greeted Paris Hilton as she stepped out of the back of the limo. She instinctively struck a quick pose, knowing the paparazzi would surely be waiting at the booming Los Angeles night club she pulled up to. Paris has her long, platinum blonde hair down and straightened to perfection. A thin, pink headband adorned her. Her lips looked luscious, shiny with seductive gloss. Paris had on a shimmering dress with thin shoulder straps. It came down only just below her buttocks region. The tall, blonde heiress flaunted her long, lean legs in her pose. Her gold bracelets matched her strappy, gold-colored heels. She had her long toes painted with a classic pink color. Paris fits the smug Hollywood brat profile to the letter. She was 25 years old and at the height of her popularity. Whatever club she ended up at for the night, the masses would always part as she strolled in.
Tonight she was taking her new friend, Lindsay Lohan out clubbing. Lindsay was no stranger to acting by this point, but was still riding the success of “Mean Girls”. Every young person in the country knew who Lindsay Lohan was now. The radiant redhead stepped out from the limo. She had been photographed by the paparazzi before, but the press that followed her AND Paris was staggering. Lindsay gave a pretty smile as she climbed out of the limo and stood next to Paris. The 20-year old starlet’s red hair was straightened and fell down below her shoulder blades. Lindsay had a thin, black choker on and was wearing a short, blue dress. She had on tall, black heels that showed off her pretty, pale toes and vibrant red polish.
The two celebrities were escorted by four security guards as they walked proudly into the club. The doormen didn’t say a word. They just opened up both sets of double doors and let the two socialites in, no questions asked. Paris led the way. They were quickly greeted by the club manager, who guided them upstairs to a V.I.P. room overlooking much of the club floor.
The room was spacious and dark, with small lights dotting the ceiling that cast just enough light to see well. There was a round, marble table positioned near the short wall where important clientele could gaze down at the club goers. A fresh bottle of champagne was nestled in a bucket of ice with several glasses positioned on folded clothes around it. On one side of the table was a pristine leather seating area that wrapped around one side of the asymmetrical room. Around the rest of the table were several comfortable chairs. On the back side of the room, was a large cutout that contained a king-size bed. Silk sheets and a privacy veil hung up in case the bed needed to be separated from the rest of the V.I.P. section.
The club manager ushered the two beautiful celebrities in and left them to their fun. Paris sat on the leather bench on one side of the table. She quickly pulled out a small pocket mirror and checked her lip gloss. Lindsay took a seat next to her, but was still looking over at the area where an entire bed was set up. She naively asked, “Why is there a bed up here?”
Paris smiled slyly and answered, “These V.I.P. rooms at clubs are reserved for all types of powerful C.E.O.s, musicians, actors and actresses, and The Who’s Who of Hollywood who want to indulge in all the things the L.A. nightlife has to offer. Why do YOU think there’s a bed up here? I assure you it isn’t for cat naps. Oh Lindsay, so young and so much to learn. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.”
Lindsay gave a half-sincere smile and looked back at the bed wondering how many famous people had gotten naughty on it. She thought there might be a strong chance that Paris was one such celebrity, so she didn’t pursue any further questions about the bed. Lindsay wondered if she would or even could do something that dirty in a loud, jam-packed night club.
Her thoughts were interrupted when a dark-haired man slipped inside their V.I.P. room and started chatting them up. He had on a black shirt, black pants, and a black leather jacket. He wore a couple thin gold chains and had dark bags under his eyes. The guy cheerfully greeted them, “Hey! How we doing tonight, Paris the Heiress?! And who do we have here with her? Ms. Lohan I see! Pleasure to meet you!”
Lindsay: “...Um...Hi?”
Paris didn’t even look up. She was now checking her eyebrows in her little mirror. She nonchalantly replied, “...I told you I don’t like you to call me that, Roy.”
Roy helped himself to one of the chairs across from the two Hollywood queens. He took a relaxed position in the seat and said, “Right. Sorry, Love. Well, what brings you two fine ladies out to the club this night?”
Lindsay looked perplexed. She still had no idea who this guy was or why he was in the special room with them. She looked over at Paris to see how she would react.
Paris snapped close her mirror and looked over at Roy for the first time since he had walked in the room. She unenthusiastically explained, “We’re here to have fun. Is there a reason you’re here?”
Roy: “Easy, Princess. I was just asking. I came up here to see if you two gorgeous ladies wanted to partake in some of my finest party favors?”
Paris: “Lindsay, this is Roy by the way. He’s a local dealer.”
Lindsay was still a little uncomfortable with meeting Roy, especially jumping right into the topic of drugs with him. But it was clear to her that Paris knew him fairly well. Or at least well enough to think he was annoying.
Roy interjected on his own behalf, since Paris wasn’t going to do it for him. He told Lindsay, “Look, I’m not some low level dealer you’ll find hanging out on a corner somewhere at 3 a.m. I supply Hollywood’s elite with the best stuff money can buy. I even make a special, custom product that’ll have you saving my personal cell number in your phone. And most importantly, I’m discreet.
Paris lazily looked at Lindsay and admitted, “That shit is the best around. I’ll give him that.”
Roy: “Hey, starlet’s need to have a good time too, am I right? Speaking of which, can I interest you two in some of my “Roy Joy” tonight? I have some with me, but that’s the last of my supply. At least for a couple weeks. The Feds landed a big time dealer and now everyone is laying low thinking he’s going to rat them out too. I can’t get the ingredients to make anymore anytime soon. So if you want any, it’s tonight or never for a while.”
Lindsay crinkled her face in confusion as she asked perplexed, “Roy Joy?” Paris chuckled and added, “Roy, I told you, you have to get a new name for your stuff. That’s the dumbest fucking name I’ve ever heard. Lindsay, it’s kind of like ecstasy and morphine mixed together. Super long lasting. You’ll be feeling fucking fantastic until tomorrow morning. I guarantee it.”
Roy leaned back in his chair like a stud, basking in the compliment of his unique product. He had supplied it to Paris for years and knew she always wanted it, even if she played like she could take it or leave it. Truth of the matter was, Paris was addicted to his own, special drug. That’s why she chose THIS club to go to tonight. She was hoping Roy would be here. And that’s why she didn’t dismiss him when he walked in to her private V.I.P. room.
Paris tried to make Roy feel like he was under her heel, but in reality, her addiction to his drug turned things around the other way. Since Roy was a sleazy drug dealer, Paris couldn’t just swipe her daddy’s credit card or write him a check. She had to pay cash. Lots of cash. And as night after night came and more and more cash was handed over, daddy had more and more questions about where his money was going. Finally, Mr. Hilton started scrutinizing his daughter’s spending habits. But even though Paris didn’t always have the money for “Roy Joy”, she found herself compromising and earning it in another way.
Paris asked Lindsay if she was down to try something. Lindsay was eager to impress the infamous Paris Hilton, so she replied, “Oh yeah. I mean...I’ve like done pot.”
Paris chuckled and replied, “That’s cute. I mean...that’s cool. I mean like you’re young. There’s probably a lot of things you haven’t tried yet. But “Roy Joy” is nothing like pot. It’s like amazing. So hot. We should do some.”
Paris looked at Roy and gave a terribly fake smile. She sweetly asked, “Roy, Lindsay is a new friend of mine. And I’m like trying to show her a really good time tonight. Is there any way you could just spot us some of your stuff since we’re old friends? Or maybe I could just pay you next time I see you?”
Roy: “No can do, Paris. Like I said, I’m almost out and there are others at this club that are willing to pay tonight.”
Paris’ fake smile disappeared as quickly as it came. In a bratty tone, she told Roy, “Fuck you, Roy! My dad is like being a total jerk right now. He only lets me and Nicky take out a certain amount of cash each week. So no, I don’t have that kind of money right now, Roy.”
Roy was not upset by the news though. In a way, he looked even happier. Lindsay was confused about the weird dynamic going on right now. Paris seemed really annoyed, but Roy was acting like it was the answer he was hoping for.
After a few seconds of tension, Roy asked Paris, “Well I mean...if you NEED it tonight. I mean, I’m a reasonable guy. Maybe we could do our usual...arrangement? And hey, look...I know you got your friend here tonight. If you need to talk to her or whatever. I don’t know. Whatever you two want to work out.”
Paris scoffed and folded her arms across her body. She looked beyond irritated that she didn’t get her way. Paris shook her head and rudely said, “Fine.”
Paris stood up and took hold of Lindsay’s hand. Then she led her over to the cutout section where the large bed was. Paris climbed onto the bed and scooted up so that her ankles were about at the edge of the bed. Her expensive high heels hung off the side of it. Paris looked at Lindsay and patted a spot on the bed next to her. Lindsay understood that as a sign to join her so she also climbed timidly onto the bed. What was going on? Lindsay had no clue. But she somewhat trusted Paris as someone who knew the in and outs of the club scene, so she followed her friend’s lead.
Lindsay got comfortable on the bed and smoothed her dress. Her high heels were also suspended off the side of the large bed. Lindsay had no idea what to expect. She quietly whispered to Paris, “What now? I don’t get it. Why are we on the bed?”
It was obvious Paris was less than thrilled about the situation. She looked at Lindsay and answered, “Look, just go with it. I was really hoping Roy wouldn’t be an asshole tonight. Like he knows I have money. I’m a Hilton for God’s sake. But he thinks he can pull shit like this because he’s the only one with ‘Roy Joy’ or whatever the fuck he calls it.”
Lindsay was still confused. She whispered, “Go along with what?”
Just then Lindsay felt Roy unbuckling the ankle straps of her high heels. And soon her heels were being slipped off of her feet, leaving her pale soles overhanging the bed. Lindsay’s eyes got big and she stared at Paris with her mouth slightly open in silence. Then she exclaimed, “He’s...he’s taking off my shoes! What?! Why is he doing that?!” Lindsay’s bare, size 9 feet wiggled a little as they dangled off the side. Her heels were smooth and well-cushioned. They were a pleasant rosie pink color. Her milky arches were high and strong. The pads below her toes were meaty and also a pinkish hue. Lindsay’s creamy toes were so very pretty and tapered down from her big toes perfectly. The red toenail polish she was wearing made the contrast of her milky-white tootsies even more pronounced.
Paris looked at her friend and explained, “Roy likes women’s feet. But it gets us drugs so...”
Lindsay felt so awkward. She didn’t have the slightest idea of what to say or do at the moment. She just looked back at Paris with a look like she couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Lindsay felt weird just lying on the bed not knowing what Roy was up to, so she tried to fill the silence by commenting, “Sorry, I know my feet are kind of big for my size.”
Roy: “No worries. That’s nothing compared to how big Paris’ feet are. She’s got some canoes.”
Paris rolled her eyes and shouted back at him, “Like screw you, Roy! If you don’t like them, then why do you want to do this all the time?! And do you have the stuff or not?!”
Lindsay was shocked when she heard Paris yell that this sort of thing was a common occurrence.
Roy tossed a small baggie up on the bed between the ladies. “Finally,” Paris said in a bratty tone as she pulled out a couple of the pills that were in the baggie. She hardly seemed to care that Roy was unbuckling her high heels and slipping them off.
Paris’ huge, size 11 soles were soon revealed. They were immaculate and looked very clean as they dangled off the side of the bed. Her robust heels were pristine. Void of any callouses or dry skin. Her lean arches were tender and flawless. And they seemed to go on for miles. Paris’ toes were very long, slender, and a bit knobby at points due to the overall size of her feet. Her second toes were even longer than her big toes. Each tootsie was capped in a rounded, succulent tip that sported perfectly pink painted toenails. Paris’ soles just seemed larger than life as the stuck up Hollywood princess casually swallowed a pill while she thoughtlessly wiggled her feet off the side of the bed.
Paris paid almost no attention to Roy, who had started lightly kissing the soles of her feet and giving her some short licks along her arches and heels. She took the other pill and handed it to Lindsay, who took it and just laid there awkwardly while she held it. Paris closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she welcomed the effects of the drug. All the while Roy was smooching her tender heels and nibbling along their edges. Then he started trailing his tongue down her long, sweeping arches, tasting the heiress’ feet.
As Lindsay was debating on swallowing the pill, she heard odd noises coming from behind them at the edge of the bed. Lindsay was trying to ignore whatever it was that Roy enjoyed about their shoes being off, but that noise was so strange. Lindsay finally glanced back behind them to see what sort of deal Paris had struck with Roy to get his prized creation. She saw Roy’s face was pressed into Paris’ soles as he took passionate licks along her big feet.
Lindsay gasped and brought her gaze back to the front. She whispered to Paris, “What is happening?! He’s like licking your feet or something?! What?! You’re just going to let him do that?!”
Paris didn’t look like she cared too much at all. She scoffed a little and said, “Yeah, Roy’s a fucking freaky foot boy. But hey, it like gets us the best drugs ever so like I said, just go with it okay?”
Lindsay wasn’t comfortable at all with the situation, but felt inclined to stay put so she didn’t wimp out in front of THE Paris Hilton. The radiant redhead proceeded to partake in the fun and swallowed the pill she was given. Lindsay wrinkled her face with surprise. She shook her head a little to clear the rush of drugs into her system. It was instant nirvana. A golden vibration washing comfortably over her entire body. She instantly knew why Paris was obsessed with “Roy Joy”.
That’s when Lindsay felt Roy’s mouth wrap around the two smallest toes on her right foot. Her eyes got huge and she brought a hand up over her mouth in shock. She could feel his warm tongue gently massaging the underside of her toes and playfully probing between them. Roy stayed there for a bit and then moved on down the line of toes. He now had the fourth and third toes in his mouth, coating them with spit as he sucked on them sensually.
Lindsay whispered to Paris, “Oh my God! He’s sucking my toes!”
Paris chuckled and replied, “I told you he LOVES women’s feet. Don’t worry, he’ll do the same to me, I’m sure. He ALWAYS wants to have time with my feet in exchange for his drugs. Like he never wants me to pay him anymore. Sometimes I refuse and tell him that doesn’t make sense if I have the money. But honestly, a lot of times it’s easier and much cheaper to just let him take my shoes off. Roy is OBSESSED with my feet.
Lindsay was blown away with the whole situation. She followed Paris’ lead and just relaxed on the bed. Her pale, creamy soles hung off the side of the bed with Roy crouched down nearby engulfing her tender tootsies in his mouth. He had worked his way to her big toe, which he was currently sucking on and rubbing with his tongue. Lindsay honestly did think it oddly felt like a massage.
Then Roy took both of Lindsay’s big toes in his wet, slobbering mouth and began moaning passionately as he tasted them. Lindsay could feel the powerful sucking motion as both of her big toes were loved on at once. She couldn’t help but make a perplexed, surprised expression as she felt him lathering the undersides of her big toes with spit and sliding his lips back and forth on them from the base to the meaty tips. Paris just laughed amusedly at Lindsay’s reaction.
The blonde heiress wasn’t laughing for long though. Roy soon returned to her giant peds resting off the edge of the bed next to Lindsay’s. Paris rolled her eyes and didn’t seem so amused by the foot attention now. Roy started smooching the creamy expanse of her foot bottoms and slobbering all over them. He couldn’t get enough of how the filthy rich Hollywood brat’s soles tasted. Paris could feel him practically salivating over them.
Roy asked her to scrunch her toes as tight as she could. Paris scoffed but did as requested. She curled her extremely long toes down, which caused her soles to wrinkle up just how Roy wanted. He continued taking sensual licks all up and down Paris’ wrinkled arches. Paris called back sarcastically at him not expecting an answer, “There, is that better?” Roy moaned in agreement as he lathered her expansive, silky soles with his slobbering tongue.
Lindsay cringed when she felt Roy return to her feet. She cupped her face in her hands out of embarrassment as she felt him dragging his hot, wet tongue from the base of her toes all the way up to her smooth, soft heels. Lindsay couldn’t believe this. She had never had a guy do anything like this with her feet. Roy lapped at her arches and then nibbled along the out sides of her soles until he reached her tender heels. Then he gave little playful nibbles and bites on Lindsay’s rosie heels and watched as her feet twitched and shifted uneasily.
Lindsay quietly told Paris, “Aaahhh! Oh my God, this feels so WEIRD!”
Paris scoffed and replied, “Oh my God, I know. I fucking hate when he wants to do this with my feet.”
Paris was even more annoyed when Roy returned to suck her toes. She let out a bratty, “Ugh!” as he took hold of one foot and started sucking her big toe like a lollipop. The bitchy blonde pulled out her phone and began wasting time scrolling through it and texting others back as Roy sucked each toe like there was no tomorrow. Each time he would finish with one, he would pop his mouth off the tip of it with an audible smack of delight. After a few times of hearing him do that, Paris glanced back him with a disapproving look. Then she went back to her phone and muttered, “Ew gross.”
Roy took her other foot and continued sucking each long, scrumptious toe. Paris was getting rather irritated by the intense foot attention. The feeling of Roy’s tongue slipping between and around her tootsies was making her whine and bitch to him about how gross it felt. She said in a bratty tone, “Okay, I think you’re done. We’ve let you have your fun.”
Roy didn’t even take a break from Paris’ toes as he fished out another baggie from his jacket pocket. He tossed it up on the bed between the women. Paris picked up the bag holding two additional pills and shrugged with a smile. That’ll do for now. She eagerly plucked one pill out of the baggie and swallowed it as Roy took quick, loving licks up the entire length of her dangling, size 11 soles. Paris’ feet were his own personal drug he was addicted to.
But that didn’t stop him from spending time with Ms. Lohan’s feet. He soon moved over and began at her flawless heels. Lindsay wrinkled her face with disgust as she felt him sliming her soles once again with his salivating mouth. Roy trailed down her pretty size 9’s, making sure to plant kisses as he went. He buried his face in Lindsay’s high arches and inhaled deeply. Lindsay grabbed Paris’ hand with a shocked, open-mouthed expression. What was he doing?! Whatever it was, it disgusted her. Was he really smelling her feet?
Paris was not nearly as concerned about everything as Lindsay was. She had been through this several times by now. She simply took the last remaining pill and offered it to her friend. Lindsay had a perplexed expression on her face as she looked back over her shoulder at Roy inhaling the scent of her feet. Then she noticed the pill being held in front of her, so she took it. Lindsay gulped it down. She just hoped the drugs were worth THIS.
As the drugs began to kick in and put Lindsay more at ease, Roy went back to her adorable toes. He crammed the tender tootsies into his mouth excitedly and washed them with his probing tongue. Roy felt how unbelievably soft and immaculate they were. Out of pure reflex, Lindsay curled them in the cutest way while they were inside his mouth as he sucked them passionately and rubbed his powerful tongue along the sensitive undersides of each one.
Paris was really feeling the affects of the pills now. As Lindsay was having her toes sucked right beside her, Paris had closed her eyes and was gently swaying her head around to the club music. Seemingly without a care in the world. The only concern she had at the moment was not having access to her favorite drug for the foreseeable future. Paris knew she wasn’t going to like the answer, but she asked Roy anyway, “So like what’s it going to take for you to give us the rest of your stash?”
Lindsay had her face buried in her hands as Roy savored the taste of her dangling feet. He moaned with enthusiasm at Paris’ question. What would it take? Lindsay didn’t know either, but she dreaded his answer. Sure the drug was spectacular, but it was so humiliating having her feet licked and her toes sucked on. But what would Paris think if she wimped out now and left the V.I.P. room? Probably never get invited to go clubbing with her ever again. And once the word got around that she wasn’t cool enough to hang with Paris Hilton, then her acting career could go down in flames.
Paris rolled to her side and looked down at Roy kneeling at the edge of the bed. She feigned disinterest as she lazily checked her fingernails. But secretly, Paris just wanted to hear what she had to do to get her hands on the remaining “Roy Joy”. The thought of not having access to it for a while was stressing her out. Other drugs simply didn’t compare.
Roy brought his attention toward Paris and answered, “Well...if you’re offering...I’m sure we can work something out.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
