Thread: Curiosity kills the Cat, Does Satisfaction Bring it Back?((Mr QuixoticXAmybeth))

Josh Kincaid was the apple of his family's eye, and big things were expected of him. The son of a Physician Father, and Nurse Mother, it had always been assumed that the young Josh would follow in his Father's footsteps, and enter the field of medicine. The teenage boy, with bright intelligence, had breezed through high-school, getting into a little trouble here and there - he'd always had a bit of a wild streak, something his parents put down to boredom, due to the classwork not being challenging enough -, but nothing major. Disrupting classes, smoking cigarettes, a little weed here and there. During his senior year, his interests had turned more from the fields of biology, human anatomy, and medicine, to the sciences, particularly Chemistry. Josh had an innate knack for it, and his parents hadn't been too disappointed when he declared that, rather than enter medical school to train as a Doctor, he'd obtain his degree in pharmacology. It was still a well-respected, and well-remunerated field. Their eldest son was one to be proud of. Ten years later, after being expelled in his Sophomore year without a degree, and subsequently disowned by his parents, Josh remained involved in pharmacology. The illegal kind. It started when he was a Junior, and only a few months in. The then eighteen year old had always loved a good-time, and found himself enjoying the extracurricular activities available at college much more than the classes. There was always a party to attend, liquor to be drunk, and weed to be smoked. The weed become pills, then cocaine. His use had just been recreational - Josh was smart enough to ensure he didn't become addicted -, however that still cost money, and he'd offered to put his chemical expertise to use for free supply. That offer was accepted, and led to bigger and better things. Not too long after, he was running his own pharmaceutical supply company out of the dorms keeping half the profit for himself, with the other half being sent to anonymous traffickers who supplied the narcotics. Well, supposedly half. With his knowledge, Josh managed to cut the product down, and increase the volume without reducing the effects. Those profits he kept for himself. However, nothing lasts forever, and his business had become well-known, and jealousy set in. Someone snitched he'd never discovered who and retribution had been swift. His place at the school had been rescinded immediately, and he was escorted from the premises on the same day. The only bright light was that the College was a prestigious one, with a reputation to protect, and the authorities were not called in. However, his parents had been informed, and to say that their subsequent reunion did not go well, would be a gross understatement. Josh hadn't seen either of them for nine years, and they probably wouldn't have recognised him if they ran into each other on the street. The once clean-cut, and angelic looking schoolboy had changed. He still retained his athletic six-foot, one inch, athletic frame, and piercing green eyes, but his dirty-blonde hair was now shaggy, and kept longer than his mother would have approved of, a silver earring pierced his left eyebrow, and a gold stud his left ear. A tattoo of the serpent in the Garden of Eden ran up his right forearm, and spread all the way across his shoulder blade on his back. Smaller, less obtrusive, tattoo's were placed on his left shoulder, and hip. Hey, it's Josh. The product ready? Josh cradled the phone between neck and ear as he slipped on a black leather jacket over a short sleeve collarless white tee shirt, accompanied by Levi's and pair of Doc Marten's, and waited for his question to be affirmed, then advised that he'd be there in ten. Josh was only a small fish in a very big pond, however that was perfectly fine with him. It kept his business mostly away from the attentions of the Law, and major dealers, and what he made was more than enough to provide a comfortable lifestyle. A smile lit up his face as he grabbed the keys to his luxurious inner-city New York apartment, then stepped out into the cool fresh air. It was time to meet his contact, then head over to his usual haunt - a seedy club named Pandora's, only a short distance from his residence, whose owner he'd known for almost a decade - to earn some cash. He could have had someone make the sales on his behalf, but Josh enjoyed the social aspect of doing it himself, and the free pussy which was always on offer. Not normally the type of girls you'd take home to meet your Mother, but occasionally you got a hot, little rich-bitch looking for some fun.