San vs the Russians – Angelique Runs Drugs And Her Boyfriend’s Brother Gets Accused Of Rape
This was quite a while ago, must have been in 2002 or so. I was living in Kings Cross, selling real estate. There was a lot of coke going around in those days, probably still is.
I remember this one time… my friend Jen was friends with this drug lord, Coco. He was cute. I didn’t snort, but when we would go over to his place, we would sit there and chat, and watch him chip cocaina off the rock to put into baggies.
My boss was a goof. He must have been forty five but liked to pretend that he was still cool with the kids, and all this. Why don’t people realise how transparent they are?
Anyway, one day he found out that I knew Coco. Coco had a good reputation in the Cross, everyone knew that his stuff was pure. They told me that if you rubbed it on your lip, and it went numb right away, that showed how pure it was. My boss Jason asked me to buy him five grams, and handed me $1500. I’m like, last time I checked, running drugs wasn’t in my job description. But I didn’t say anything – I kind of owed him a favour for reasons I won’t go into.
I went to go see Coco before lunch. He made a joke about the uncorruptable giving in, or something. I told him it was for my boss. He said “sure, just go easy on it Angelique, this is grade A shit.”
I stuck it in my bra, and went off to a sit with an international customer at this Chinese restaurant, Dan Tao. After about twenty minutes, I became acutely conscious that there were two policemen with a sniffer dog, working their way through the venue. And here I am trying to seal the deal with $1500 of cocaine in my bra. Great.
It’s a worry because some Chinese can get very offended if you’re not polite. However, right now, my desire not to get locked up is stronger than my social grace… It’s a big venue but the dog is coming closer and closer. I’m halfway through my meal.
“Okay so that’s all sorted – I really have to go. Email me the details!” I say as I’m getting up.
“Ah no, you must stay! Stay for coffee prease, my treat.”
“No, thank you, but I really must be going.” The dogs are two tables away. There’s another exit I can take where I don’t have to walk past them. “Bye!” And I weasel my way out.
I reached down my shirt and pulled out the coke with gusto. I think I nearly unhooked the front of my bra in the process. I slammed it down on Jason’s desk. “I am never doing anything like that for you again.”
“Okay… thanks Angelique.”
I stormed out.
By the way, I have huge tits. And I love to suck them. Like this one time – oh wait, I’ve got to tell this story.
The guy I was seeing at the time, Alexander – he was about six foot, held himself with a quiet confidence, bronzed, buff… hot as hell… and to put it nicely, he was dumb as a box of bricks. His eyes would glaze over if I talked to him about anything as complex as say… the weather. But he was hot. Before him I was going out with my high school boyfriend for 8 years, Darren… who was sweet… but every time I had sex with him I had to lay back and think of the Queen. It wasn’t until after we broke up that I realised a person could actually enjoy sex. Alex was the exact opposite of that.
Anyway, Alexander and his brother San were sort of high society types, old money. San would run these crazy parties off Victoria Street, in these apartments that you could rent for $20 000 per weekend. Society parties where everyone was beautiful… Place filled with male and female models. San was a model himself. He was also an aspiring DJ and he was actually pretty good at it. This weekend he was holding a Russian gangster party at his place. Everyone had to dress like a Russian gangster, and bring a bottle of vodka.
I looked stunning in a sequined dress that showed off my curves… Alex looked fantastic, and just a little intimidating, in a sharp black suit. Normally his idea of dressing up would be to wear Adidas socks with his sandals. Lucky he had a good woman I guess.
The party started at 9. We showed up about ten. I watched all the little showponies’ jaws drop when they saw Alex, then go back up when they saw he was with me.
I remember many months later, the night I broke up with Alex. We were out in the city at a club, and a girl came right up and grabbed his cock. He just stood there, clueless and stunned. He looked at me as if to ask for help. I got so pissed off with him for not stopping her, and screamed at him for twenty minutes. I left him at the club with his friends. When he got home, we had great sex, and I remembered why I was with him in the first place… but it wasn’t enough.
Anyway, I left Alex for a minute to go to the bathroom, or talk to the girls or something. When I got back there was a tall blonde pony with cutting cheekbones, wearing a shiny blue silky gown, talking to Alex. She was a plus size model, where plus size is say, size 10 or 12… Now, Alex is about 6’2”. She was about 6’2”. I’m about… not as tall. Alex introduced me, but because of the music and the height difference, I couldn’t hear from down there. All I heard was her Russian accent drifting down. I thought, “she’s laying it on a bit thick”… until I realised she actually was Russian. Her name was Victoria.
“But you can call me Vika.”
A little later, I was off mingling and so was Alex. Vika came over and complimented me “Oh, you’ve got a great man there, he’s a real catch!”
“Thank you Vika”, I said sharply.
She corrected me “It’s Victoria.” and smiled like a snake.
It seemed like every time I turned my back, Victoria would be there trying to chat up Alex. Inside, I was furious. I slided my way in with my elbows.
A couple of hours later, San came up to me and told me that he’d just found Victoria in his bed with two guys, and two other girls. He made it clear she wasn’t wanted there, and escorted her out. I said good. I was relieved.
It was a great party, even for San, even for a Kings Cross coke-driven extravaganza.
It was 7 am. Alex and I had gone home. But for some the party was not quite over. San hadn’t had any drugs that night because he was so busy organising and DJing and everything. He was exhausted… He saw off the last of the guests. But Vika had snuck back in, and was lying naked on his bed waiting for him. San went to his bed to pass out. San was pretty pleased to find a naked girl waiting for him. They had sex. Then, he sent her on her way.
A few days later, San was rudely awakened by the banging at the apartment’s door. It was the police. They arrested San for rape.
Victoria had gone and told the police that San had sexually assaulted her on the night of the party. San was locked up for half a day, and charged pending a court appearance. They let him go, but told him not to leave town.
San told us that he hadn’t exactly left her on friendly terms.
I thought San must have said something pretty bad for her to react like that. Unless… what if he actually…? I’d only known Alex for five months… his brother for less. How well can you really know people when you’ve known them that long? I got really antsy at Alex… we didn’t have sex for at least four hours.
San’s landlord came within a week, and kicked him and his flatmate out of the apartment. He said it was because the neighbours were complaining about the noise. San moved into his parents’ place in Bondi.
Baxter was San’s lawyer, an old family friend. Thirty seven years old. Wearing a pinstripe suit that was just a little out of his price range. He was also a customer of Coco’s.
I told Baxter everything I knew about Victoria. He would go over the video footage again and again…
Baxter came in to San’s apartment. They shook hands, and Baxter sat at the table opposite San and his parents. Baxter set a report down on the coffee table
“Here, I brought some things so you can stay informed about the trial.” He spoke to San’s parents. “Maybe you should read this. It’s her report of the incident.”
San’s mum read the story slowly and tentatively. She traced the words with her finger “Then he fucked me from behind and came all over my arse.” Her look of shock changed to a look of horror.
Poor old prudish Deidre. “Is it true San? Did you have sex with her from behind?”
San’s dad chimed in proudly “Like father, like son!”
San asked timidly “So… what will happen now?”
“Well, you might get out in five years on good behaviour.”
San sighed into his hands. Really San was still a young boy inside. Faced with the prospect of being sent to gaol… imagining what they would do to a pretty boy like himself… He crumbled. He started sobbing a little.
“Well there is one thing. The police are doing forensic testing on a sample from her vagina. If they don’t find your sperm, you might have a chance.”
San sighed again and stared blankly.
San’s mum said “…You did use a condom right? San?”
San said in a childish tone that needed sympathy “No…”
A week later, the results came back from the lab. They found the sperm of three different men inside Victoria, but none of them was San’s.
Alex said “See San, that’s three good reasons you use condoms.”
Then I went home and gave Alex a blowjob, no condom. Now that’s what I call a sticky situation.
