As my eyes adjusted to the soothing darkness, I noticed an attractive young lady sitting alone at the opposite end of the bar fidgeting nervously and checking her watch. I had the bartender send her a drink on me. She accepted and raised her glass in my direction. Waiting a minute or so I got up and went over to make my introduction. "I couldn't help but notice that you're quite beautiful and that watch of yours must be too, the way you keep looking at it." So much for originality eh guys?

She answered: "I was supposed to meet my friend Rick here but... " Her voice trailed off, mumbling something about what flakes most guys are and how they were gonna make a video or something.

"Listen, I've got an Oxycontin if you want one"

"God that sounds great" she said swallowing it quickly. " I loooooooove drugs and I know where to get some killer Coke."

"Oh yeah, where?"

"Right here" as she laughed and pointed at her purse.

"We could go to my room if you like"

"What are we waiting for?"

Back in my room we took turns snorting lines, making out, pawing each other hungrily and snorting more lines. Then we fucked for the next couple of hours. As I sat in the windowsill of my room absentmindedly fingering the elastic of my boxers and blowing smoke rings at nothing in particular my curiousity finally got the best of me.

"What did you say your name was?"

"Paris. Paris Hilton" she purred demurely.

"That's a very pretty name".

She gazed at me from the bed with a look in her eyes that was at once petulant yet begging for degradation. I was more than happy to oblige. Her head was on it's way down, my manhood on it's way back up and the rest of the weekend was just a blur.

Since it isn't good manners for a gentleman to kiss and tell, I'm asking you guys to please keep this between us. Don't tell a soul in other words. If this was to get out over the internet.....