Drugs 'R' Us
Arranged and cowritten by RaoulDuke

Part 1

This story has been extracted from the interactive fiction Addventure hosted by http://www.bearchive.com/. It has a variety of authors of whom I am one. I have performed only minor editing on this story to make it available for release as a story. As co-author and editor, I am making this work of fiction available, although I have been unable to secure the consent of all authors. This is one in a series of such stories I am editing and releasing. Please note that this is a vignette without a clear end. It is my hope that you will offer your own ending by visiting the BEArchive.

Raoul Duke

Now that they were in college, Jim had really been hoping his girlfriend Sharon would loosen up sexually but their infrequent sex continued to be letdown for both of them. Instead, he found that after a year in women's studies, pleasing him sexually had become an even lower priority for her. One afternoon, just before Sharon's birthday, Jim was surfing the web for a gift when he decided to see if there was anything out there that he could use to change her mind.

Jim tried "Magical Shop" in a search browser and most of the links proved to be disappointments, either aromatherapy or stage magic.

In the process of eliminating these, Jim noticed the Mad Scientists' Webring.

Jim blinked repeatedly and wondered why he wasn't a member yet.

Quickly he clicked the List Next Five to see what was available.

Looking at the choices, he decided to click on:

New U Salon, Products For A New Millenia

Jim opened the New U Salon Online link.

Welcome to the New U Salon. Specializing in bringing out a whole new U.

"Well, this looks interesting." He said as he looked over the various products.

Bimbo blond wash, a must for the blond airhead look.

Our very own patented normalizing fluid, guaranteed to help the under endowed to fill out to our normal proportions.

Powdered influence drink, just a little and your word becomes law.

Or you may want to try one of our package deals. They include a full make over kit with all accessories to go with it.

We also have many other new and experimental products on the next page.

Jim decides to check out the new and experimental products.

It's one of those goddamn advertizing links, Jim realized as his browser loaded a page from the BEAmway.com domain. However, Jim's disappointment soon dissipated as he read the list of products offered for online ordering:

"Highschool Bimbo Cheerleader Gum" available in grape, cherry, bubblegum, guava and banana. "Cokewhore Clubgirl Lipgloss" available in crimson, pink, hot pink, ultra hot pink and metalic red. "Nympho Streetwalker Eyeshadow" available in pink, blue, indigo and fluorescent blue. "Insatiable Hardbody Gym Girl Nutribars" available in blueberry, raisin and oatmeal-lemon. "Drunken Slut Party Girl Beer" available in dark ale, pale ale, lager, pilsner, stout and bitter. "Rich Eurotrash Slut" martini glasses.

Jim was very impressed by the selection. He noted a disclaimer noting that these products were being purchased through one of BEAmway's "marketers" and not directly through the corporation.

As Jim scrolled down the page he saw that this site was a member of the slutty transformations web ring. Her clicked on the next five and looked over the new selections. He seemed to be in the ___ ‘R’ Us section of the ring.

Drugs‘R’Us.com, specializing in some of the most exotic drugs in the world.

The area of the site which immediately attracted Jim's attention was the "Formula Builder" page. That section of the site seemed to allow for the making of custom orders: drug combinations which produced a desired effect. One could set the levels of five different chemical classes to produce custom drugs with different effects. The five main attributes one could set were:

arousal suggestibility memory/attention span intelligence synaptic interruption

According to the sample "Drug Designer" page in the web site's tutorial, customers could set a number between one and ten for each of these attributes to produce a base chemical. Jim put in a few random settings to see what other attributes one could set.

The next section involved inputting the vital statistics of the intended recipient.

Jim fiddled with the attributes on this page as well just to see what was next. When he finished and pressed submit the site said it was calculating the right dosages of the separate components. When it finished it came up with a new screen.

It had two slides. One for how addictive he wanted it and another for if he wanted the changes to be permanent, accumulative, or only while on the drug.

Jim again inputted some random settings for addictiveness and longevity of the drug's effects. He was eager to get to the final screen.

The penultimate screen asked whether Jim wanted the drug in inhaler, liquid, tablet or capsule form. Another set of fields wanted to know whether the drug should be absorbable through the skin, inhaled, injected or ingested.

Similarly, the final screen seemed to be a bit of a letdown. It simply read:

Components: SET

Recipient: SET

Amount Due: $107.34

There was then a set of fields for inputting a credit card number, followed by a postal and e-mail address.

A confirmation message will be e-mailed to you with a same-day pickup location for your order.

Jim decided to

re-do the order with Sharon in mind.

Jim figured he had a fairly good idea of how the site worked and returned to the first page. He began to set the attributes for the drug he wanted for Sharon.

Arousal, 8

Suggestibility, 5

Memory/attention span, 3

Intelligence, 3

Synaptic interruption, -

Jim realized that the upper and lower ends of the scale were the extremes. A one on the intelligence scale would leave her almost brain dead or a ten on the arousal scale would make her have to have sex continuously or go insane.

Figuring synaptic interruption was a 1 in most people, Jim decided to crank it up to a 3 to see what effect if might have at a relatively low level. Jim recalled that heavily aroused women on LSD or PCP could often come up with activities and ideas that might never cross the mind of a 16 year old boy in a room full of porn.

Clicking on "ACCEPT" he moved to the next page and filled in the next set of attributes:

Physical addictiveness, 4 Psychological addictiveness, 8 Permanence, 1 Cumulativity, 6

He clicked again on "ACCEPT"

Delivery, LIQUID Attribute, INGESTABLE, ABSORBABLE, INJECTABLE

"ACCEPT"

Components: SET Recipient: SET Amount Due: $131.91

Quickly, Jim multitasked over to his hotmail account. Sure enough, there was a printable bitmap graphic of what looked like an ordinary hand-written perscription from a doctor, filled out in his name and available after 4pm at a pharmacy downtown.

Just as well, though Jim. He'd need to go downtown anyway to get some perfume or wine or something he could use to dose Sharon with his new drug, not to mention a birthday present.

Jim took the prescription and headed down town. He finally found the pharmacy. It was an old building in the warehouse district. As he opened the faded wooden door and entered he was surprised at the inside of the place. Unlike the outside, everything appeared bright and new. Polished stainless steel and chrome shone off of every surface and the shelves were neatly arranged and displayed the newest merchandise.

He walked nervously up to the counter and handed the prescription to the young pharmacist behind the counter. He felt like the first time he tried to buy a pack of cigarettes, shaky and afraid he was going to get caught.

The pharmacist looked over the slip of paper and smiled a Jim. "This will only take a few minutes to fill sir." He told him. "Why don’t you have a seat and I’ll get this filled."

Jim walked over to the small waiting area and sat down. As he waited he noticed a small sigh hidden partially by a weight loss display the read, Official DRU Supplier. Soon the druggist stepped back up to the counter.

"Excuse me sir?" He started as Jim stood back up. "I’m sorry but we are currently out of the liquid concentrate we use to mix this formula. We should have some of it in, in a few days. Do you wish to wait till then or would you like this in the powder form?"

"Powder form?" Jim asked. "What is the delivery attributes for that?"

"Same as the liquid form with a little difference." He said.

"Like what?"

Well, its main way of usage is inhalation, but it can still be added to a drink or food for oral dosing although the effects may be reduced in potency. Of course like the liquid it still shouldn’t be mixed with any type of alcohol. It may cause some very unstable side effects."

‘Damn!’ Jim thought to himself. ‘That blew the wine idea.’ He had hoped to pass the effects of the drug off as drunkenness.

"It can also be heated and injected like heroin." The druggist continued. "And the drug still can be absorbed but it needs to be applied to the mucous membranes in the body."

Jim thought it over. He was going to let her slowly become the bimbo slut he wanted her to be without really knowing why it was happening to her. But the more he thought it over, the thought of her getting hooked on the drug and knowing what it was doing to her was very enticing. If he could get her to try it once or twice he knew that with the levels of addiction he set it at she would have a very hard time quitting it. He remembered that even thought she didn’t like it and wouldn’t do it anymore, he had got her to try pot once. It would be hard but he thought he might be able to get her hooked on the drug. Once that was accomplished he would just have to sit back and watch as she fried her brain until her high intellect and moralities were gone. By the end of the school year she would be an airhead slut. Just like he wanted.

He goes ahead and gets the powder, and hurries out to find her a gift.

Inspired, as he had never been before, to please Sharon, Jim spent the rest of the day tearing around town. By dinner time, Jim had made a reservation at a well-known view restaurant which served some of the finest, most expensive food in the city, purchased a very tasteful yet clearly pricey necklace, had the gift professionally wrapped and turned himself out in a very impressive suit. He'd booked a room at a nearby downtown hotel for after dinner. Tallying it up, Jim found that he had put well over $1000 on his emergency VISA card, reserved for financial crises. He'd spent his actual cash on the cocaine.

As Jim figured it, cocaine in its pure form was still a relatively classy drug. And Sharon, being somewhat of a socially ambitious woman, was probably going to be more easily persuaded to try coke than to smoke pot. Of course, Jim had no way of being sure of her reaction. He hoped that if he presented it to her after dinner in the hotel room, after enough drinks, it might just work. Of course, there were two bags: a pure one for him and another, cut with the special powder.

And the evening did, pretty well go according to plan. In fact, Jim, rather inebriated himself, entered the hotel room with Sharon on his arm feeling a certain degree of confidence in his plan.

Once they were in the room and comfortable Jim turned the lights down and put on some soft music. Soon the two were making out heavily on the small couch in the room. As the making out progressed into groping and Sharon was starting to remove parts of her clothing, Jim lovingly whispered in her ear.

"Honey, I have a special surprise for you."

Sharon pulled back and smiled. "Oh Jim, this whole night has been one special surprise!" She gushed. Jim could see that the alcohol was having the desired effect. "You are just so wonderful!"

Jim kissed her. "Well, you know how our love life has been getting a little stale lately?" He started.

In all actuality it was only getting stale for Jim. Sharon was perfectly happy with doing is missionary style but Jim knew she partially blamed herself for his dissatisfaction.

"I’m sorry honey. I know I’m a little to common in bed for a man like you." She said sadly.

"Now baby, you know its not all your fault." He said, trying to play her emotions. "But anyway, I talked to a friend of mine and go us something to help us loosen up a little."

He pulled the small vial out and showed it to her. "I had to give a good price for this, but I wanted to make sure you had the very best for your birthday."

Jim was surprised, actually, by Sharon's enthusiasm for the idea. Having prepared everything in advance, Jim presented the coffee table to Sharon, already laid out with the appropriate straws, mirrors and other accoutrements.

Jim was a little worried she would question him pouring out two separate piles on two separate mirrors but Sharon didn't interrupt him as he spoke. "I remembered your cousin Natalie had done this so I figured you wouldn't find it intimidating the way you did pot," Jim said as her separated out a first line for Sharon. He tenderly guided her head towards the table, making sure to grip the same part of her neck that he did when he asked her for oral sex.

Soon, Sharon had picked up the straw and inhaled a line.

A look of total pleasure appeared on Sharon's face as she leaned back and felt the drug take hold of her.

Jim watched as Sharon sat back and let the drug take hold. She sat there for a moment sniffing and rubbing her nose before her hand relaxed on her tit. A wide smile crossed her face as she started to massage her tits.

"Wow Jim!" She exclaimed giggling. "This stuff is awesome!" She turned to him and licked her lips.

"An it’s making me sooo horny!" She said as she leaned closer to him. Jim could see the intelligence fade from her eyes as they took on a smokier lust filled look.

Sharon giggled again and stared vacantly at him. "I wanna fuck!" She said flatly as she grabbed him by the crouch. Jim could tell that the drug had taken full effect on her and she was in full fuck-toy mode. Soon they were on the floor and in every position Jim had always fantasized about.

The next morning…

Sharon awoke and was angry with Jim for getting her drugged up.

When Jim woke up, Sharon was gone. But there was a very angry note on the bedside table, accusing him of being perverted, manipulative, callous and exploitive, along with several other well-chosen adjectives. The last line was particularly disturbing: "I am going to do some very serious thinking about our relationship."

Over the rest of the weekend, Jim made several attempts to reach Sharon by phone. He figured she was probably home and screening her calls. By Sunday afternoon, Jim began wondering what he would have to do to apologize to Sharon, what grand gesture would be necessary to get back in her good graces. He had begun to formulate a plan by Monday noon, when

Sharon called and wanted to see him that evening after work. "Bring the, you know, um..." she had concluded.

Jim hung up the phone smiling. It had worked! She was already showing signs of the physiological addiction! He ran to his room and pulled out the vial of the drug. He looked it over and decided not to cut it this time with the coke. He wanted Sharon to get the full effect of the drug this time. He sat back and planned his presentation to her this evening.

Sharon had stormed out of the hotel pissed. Jim had gotten her drunk then drugged her up. How could he force her into doing all that horrible stuff? She could still taste his seed in her mouth. She almost felt like puking!

After returning home and getting cleaned up she had decided to break it off with him. She just couldn’t carry on a relationship with such a pervert. The scenes from the night before kept playing through her mind throughout the day.

At first Sharon found herself totally disgusted at the thought about the night before but as she thought more about it she found herself getting slightly aroused by it. She couldn’t deny the fact that she had a blast under the effects of the drugs.

Erotic dreams plagued her dreams that night. She awoke in a pool of sweat and had to masturbate to ease the horny feelings she had built up over night. She found herself comparing it to the sex the night before, and it wasn’t as fulfilling.

Sharon sat lazily around the house that day. Her thoughts seemed to keep going back to the drugs. Jim hadn’t forced her to take the drugs she realized, and she wasn’t so drunk that she couldn’t say no. She had wanted to try it. She tried to reason out if she was mad because Jim gave it to her or because she enjoyed it so much.

Her mind lit up at that thought. Enjoyed it? Yes, she had to admit she did enjoy it. And what’s wrong with that? Many women gave their boyfriends blowjobs, or took it up the ass and enjoyed it. She wasn’t a pervert. She was just a normal woman who enjoyed a night with her boyfriend.

The next morning she awoke from erotic dreams again. After a round of masturbation she found herself wanting to try the drug again. She wanted to experience the wild wantonness of the other night and the unrestricted sex that she found so enjoyable.

By noon she had called Jim and was eagerly anticipating her meeting with him that night.

Jim felt fortunate that Sharon had no real experience with cocaine. Aside from the powder's white colour, it bore little resemblance to the other drug -- in particular, its smell was significantly different. Jim brought the vial of coke as well, in case Sharon expected him to do the drug with her again.

Jim was nervous about executing the next stage of the plan when her arrived at Sharon's place at 6:30. She had promised to make him dinner. Jim rang the doorbell and waited. He thought he could hear noises inside but Sharon's door was one of those apartment doors specially designed to keep noise out (or in). A significant amount of time had passed when Jim rang the bell again. He had just turned to leave when a cloud of smoke billowed out from Sharon's door.

Jim turned to see Sharon, clad only in a bra, panties and a skirt breathing heavily. "Sorry Jim," she said. "There's been kind of a kitchen emergency."

As Jim followed her into the apartment, Jim noticed that several bags of groceries were still in the entry hall. He followed her into the kitchen where a pot of something blackened beyond all recognition lay smoking in the sink. The counter was covered in various ingredients in a general state of disarray.

Jim went to the skin and began running water into the pot. He turned off the stove element which was bright red with heat. Sharon leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. "I don't know what it is Jim," she said, "I just couldn't concentrate today. Ever since I knew you were coming tonight, I just couldn't wait for you to get here and for some reason, I just haven't been able to keep my mind on anything."

Jim tried to think of something to say.

"Oh shit," Sharon said, suddenly noticing that she wasn't wearing a blouse. "Right, I was getting dressed." She wandered out of the kitchen to her bedroom. A moment later, she called out, "Jim, what did I come in here for?"

Before Jim could decide whether to answer honestly, Sharon called out again, "I remember, never mind answering, I forgot my blouse."

Jim turned the fan on and waited for Sharon to return.

While Sharon was changing, Jim decided what to do about dinner.

Sharon walked out of her room wearing the blouse her knew she only wore for him. The small crop top exposed a fair amount of cleavage and left her stomach completely exposed down to the top of her skirt.

Jim motioned to the messy counter. "How about I take you out to dinner?" He suggested.

Sharon walked over and kissed him. "I’m sorry about dinner. I just don’t know what’s wrong with me today." She told him. "And I’m also sorry about that nasty note. I know you only meant well."

"That’s ok honey." Jim said as her wrapped his arms around her. "I promise I won’t try to make you do those drugs again."

"Oh, that wasn’t all that bad." She said slyly. "Actually I thought it was kind of fun. Um, you did bring it with you, didn’t you?"

"Yeah I did." He replied as he pulled the vial out of his pocket. "But I thought you wanted me to bring it so you could flush it down the toilet or something."

Sharon’s eyes lit up at the sight of the drugs. "Oh no, that would be such a waste." She quickly replied. "I just overreacted the other night. After all you spent so much money on it, it wouldn’t be right to just waste it like that."

"So you want to do more of it?" He asked teasingly.

"Well, yeah I guess so." She replied sheepishly. "It was kind of fun, I guess."

Jim chuckled. "You want so before we go out to dinner?" He asked holding the vial up to her.

"I don’t know about that." She said as she thought it over. "I’ve been kind of scatter brained all day, and that stuff would only make it worse. Do you think you could handle dinner with a horny airhead?"

Jim smiled. "I think I can handle it."

Sharon does some of the drug and they head out to dinner.

"And besides," Sharon lied, "it might help me, you know, relax and focus."

Jim handed her the vial, a mirror and a straw. Sharon quickly pushed bags and jars out of the way to clear a spot on the counter for the mirror. Jim was pleased to see that she dumped out a fair bit of powder into a single pile in the centre she inserted the straw into the pile and inhaled a good half of the pile in a single breath.

A look of ecstasy came across Sharon's face as she stood up. She stumbled slightly and grabbed the counter for support. She groaned loudly. "Oooohhhh, yyyyyeeeeaaaahhhh..." she moaned. She began to steady herself, staggering a little more and opened her eyes which she had closed as the drug took hold. She began to giggle as her eyes met Jim's. "Jim! I'm really high!" she exclaimed.

"How do you feel?"

"I feel... really light. I mean light. But also wet. I think I might have cum when I snorted the coke. But if I just came, why am I so horny?"

"How horny are you?"

"I'm, like, just totally squishy," Sharon said, the register of her voice rising.

"How else do you feel?"

"I'm kinda feeling something else besides the horny... and the light... I feel kinda, I'm not sure, kinda..."

"Stunned?"

"What?"

"You're a little stunned?"

"Um, Jim, before we, like, you know, do what we were going to do, could you, could you, um, stick your big dick up my cunt?"

"No," Jim said, "but I'll let you play with yourself in the car."

Sharon looked down at her longish skirt and pantyhose puzzled for a moment. He face contorted into a goofy look as she tried to figure out how to do that.

"Uh, Jimmy?" She replied looking up to him with a confused look on her face. "I don’t think that’ll work in this skirt." She pouted. "And my pantyhose will get in the way."

Jim smiled at his temporarily dumb girlfriend. He started to explain to her that she just needed to undo the buttons on her skirt and she would be able to get to her pussy through the top of it when he stopped himself.

"Well honey, why don’t you go put on that skirt I bought you a few months ago?" He said. "It’s short enough for you to reach yourself."

Sharon looked at him vacantly for a few seconds before her eyes lit up. "Oh yeah!" She said. "The black one. Ok, I’ll be right back!"

She almost ran out of the room and disappeared into her room. Jim waited and counted down the seconds until he heard…

"Uh, Jimmy?" Sharon called from the other room. "Could you help me? I can’t find it."

‘Thirty five second.’ He chuckled as he walked into the bedroom. ‘She must have looked hard, in her present state.’ He was beginning to wonder if maybe had had set the intelligence level too low on the drug.

He found her standing there idly fingering her pussy waiting for him. She was completely naked from the waist down.

"Can we fuck now?" She asked.

I already told you not right now. You need to get dressed so we can go eat."

"Oh pooh!" she pouted. "I don’t want to eat, and I can’t find my skirt."

Well, I’ll help you find it." Jim told her. He hunted around and soon found it in her closet. He tossed it to her, along with a pair of heels he found in there.

"Now get dressed and let’s go."

Sharon sat down and started to put her panties back on but stopped and looked at them. Realizing that they would just get in the way she tossed them aside and slipped the short mini skirt and shoes on.

"Ready to go?" Jim asked as she stood.

"Sharon smiled coyly. "I’d rather fuck." She giggled.

Jim contained himself. He wanted her just as bad but he was trying to keep her under control. When she was in this state she had to understand that he was in charge, or things would get out of hand very quickly.

"After dinner, if you behave yourself." He told her as they headed out the door.

Jim had blown all the money he could afford on the other night so he took her to a cheap diner.

It was almost as though Sharon didn't even know he was there, she was concentrating so intently on making herself cum. Since getting into the car, both of her hands had gone to her crotch and soon, her skirt was up around her waist like a broad leather belt. Jim was pretty sure she had already had one orgasm during their drive. She had plunged three fingers into her moist cunt and convulsed with pleasure. And now, she seemed to be going for her second.

Jim was pleased to see that his girlfriend hadn't quite cum when they arrived at the restaurant. Snatching both her hands away from her cunt, he spoke: "Sharon, time to pull your skirt down, we've arrived at the restaurant."

"But Jim..."

"None of that."

"It's not like you're, you know, like the boss of me," Sharon said, momentarily distracted from masturbating. "You think just because I'm high you're in charge. And that's not true. I'm still the boss of me 'cause I'm... so stoned." Sharon's indignant tone dissolved into a cascade of giggles.

"Come on Sharon," Jim said, helping her out of the car. She didn't object when he rearranged her skirt prior to entering the cafe.

Jim picked a booth near the back of the place and he and Sharon settled in, across from eachother. He watched her squirm in her seat, no doubt in aid of making her skirt ride back up.

Jim handed Sharon a menu, opened to the dinner section.

Chosen Option:
Sharon squinted at the page for a few moments. "Jimmy," she whined, "I can't read this."

He slid around the table and helped her with the menu. He found that she could still read some of the smaller words but anything over one syllable seemed beyond her. Maybe he could up the intelligence one notch. He knew it would be a while before her brain devolved to the state she was in permanently so he had some time to work with the formula.

He pushed her hand away from his crouch as he ordered their food. The suggestibility level had to go up he decided. He wanted her to pay closer attention to him when he told her something.

As they ate Sharon spent more time playing with herself under the table than eating. Jim knew he only had about five more hits of the pure powder and a couple left that he had mixed in with the cocaine. He smiled to himself at the thought of Sharon paying to turn herself into his perfect bimbo slut.

Jim found as the evening went on, that Sharon did become a little more loosed. By the end of dinner, she had become much more interested in conversation, although with a different subject matter than usual.

"Jim," she asked, "does me being stoned get you really turned on?"

She was still playing with herself under the table with one hand but she had brought her other up to eat.

"It sure does," Jim responded.

"It gets me turned on too. I didn't think coke would be like this. It was really intense for the first while and it's still, like, intense but... what was I saying?"

Jim wasn't sure whether he wanted Sharon examining the differences between what she was experiencing and what she had heard about cocaine. The last thing he wanted was for her to discover what she was really taking, at least not yet.

"I think you were telling me how turned on you are when you're high," Jim said.

"Totally," Sharon said, her statement punctuated with a 'squish' emmanating from under the table. "But it's kind of, like, calming down... I'm still really high. But I was, I think, I was higher before?"

Sharon finished the statement, more as a question. The drug seemed to have an LSD-like effect, with a one hour "peak" at the beginning, followed by a longer trip where the drug's effects were lessened to some degree.

Sharon pushed her plate away. "You know what I wanna do now?" she asked seductively.

Jim shook his head. "I wanna go back to your place and... um..." she placed a finger over one nostril and made a sniffing noise.

Jim paid the bill and they left. As they walked out of the restaurant, he could see that Sharon's footing was better and she was more aware of her surroundings but her pupils were still very dilated, along with some other parts of her.

Soon, they were back at Sharon's apartment. As she tapped out another pile of the powder onto the mirror, a thought crossed her mind. Would she be able to make it to the summer job interview tomorrow? Considering the incredible hangover she had got the last time, what would happen with a double dose? She wavered for a few moments, until she forgot what it was she had been worrying about. Then she inhaled deeply.

This time, Sharon fell over as she took the hit. Lying on her side on the floor, all she could think about was her need to be filled. Jamming three fingers into her cunt, she worked a couple into her asshole with her other hand. She realized what was missing. "Jim," she said, "fuck me."

And he did...

When Sharon awoke the next morning, she didn't remember much of the evening. It appeared that Jim had left before she awoke. She was on the living room floor, her whole body ached, particularly her ass which seemed to have a wooden spoon protruding from it. What did I do? she wondered.

But then she remembered.

Sharon groaned as she reached behind her and pulled the spoon out of her ass. She giggled slightly as she saw that she had it stuck almost eight inches up her now tender ass. She crawled slowly onto the couch and sat back, trying to remember the events of the night before.

As she sat there she remembered Jim coming over and bringing the drugs with his. She looked over to where the short skirt lied crumpled up in a ball in the corner.

"I can’t believe I let that pervert talk me into wearing that in public!" She though with a grin. Her mouth dropped open as she thought about it. "And without panties! Ooh, I’m going to have to get him back for that one!" She giggled.

He memories progressed to the restaurant and how she was continuously playing with herself.

Her hand dropped to her sore pussy. She rubbed it softly as she thought about it. "I bet those people think I’m a complete slut!" It didn’t really bother her as much as she thought it should. Of course she knew no one in that place knew her so why should she worry about what they think?

She then remembered their return home and the second hit of the drug. That was the problem she reasoned.

"Have to remember not to do that again!" She told herself aloud. "One hit of the coke is plenty enough for me!" Her mind didn’t even brush on the thought of not doing the drugs anymore. She knew she was going to.

After that her memories were fuzzy. She remembered some wild sex with Jim and him putting her on the couch before he left. After that though there was nothing. Just some strange feeling that she had done something odd in the kitchen. The spoon in her ass led her to believe it. She was almost scared to go in the kitchen.

Suddenly she remembered her job interview. "Shit, I’m going to be late!" She exclaimed as she rushed stiffly into her room to get ready.

After a quick shower she dressed and started out the door. She stopped to check her appearance in the hall mirror. She reached up and unbuttoned the top button on her blouse and folded it back to expose more of her cleavage.

"Couldn’t hurt." She told herself as she headed out the door.

Aside from the unnatural brightness of the day, Sharon didn't realize how hung over she was until she pulled the car out into traffic and then, suddenly, the situation seemed almost unmanageable. She had found herself pretty anxious since she first woke up but now, her heart was in her throat. Did I just run that light? she wondered as honking noises erupted around her.

Why can't I drive? she found herself wondering as she turned onto a side street running parallel to the route she had planned to take. This might be slower, but it was a little easier to manage. It gave her time to think. Her mind drifted back to the magnificent fucking she had got the first time she did the drug. She wished she could remember last night's events as well. "Hey lady!" a voice called out. Shit, she thought, that was a four-way stop.

In her hung over state, Sharon found all of her concentration was now on the road. She wasn't going to screw up again. She slowed the car and spent the rest of the drive, watching for traffic signs. For some reason, she felt very nervous, like her heart was in her throat.

She pulled over to collect herself a few blocks from the office when she noticed the time. All that slow, attentive driving had made her late. Not wanting to navigate downtown in her car, Sharon put some money in a nearby metre and hoofed it down to the office.

Sharon was 22 minutes late when she burst, flustered, into the office of the Herald-Journal. She ran up to the receptionist's desk, a little uncoordinated. The receptionist began mopping up the coffee that had jumped out of her cup when Sharon collided with her desk. Already being ill-disposed to the person who had covered her notes in coffee, she looked up into a mound of cleavage topped by two bloodshot eyes and became significantly less impressed.

"May I help you, miss?" she asked coldly.

"I have a 9:30 appointment with Mr. Philips," Sharon replied.

"It's 9:52, miss."

"I'm really sorry."

The receptionist spoke into a device on her desk. "Yes, she's here now." She turned back to Sharon. "Just through that door."

Sharon stumbled into a well-appointed office.

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Sharon left the office twenty minutes later. I feel like such an idiot, she thought to herself. She didn't just feel stupid, she felt nervous and tense. She decided to call Jim.

Sharon was upset with her self. The interview did not go the way she hoped it would. As she stepped outside she realized she didn’t want to even try to navigate the traffic again. She figured Jim should be done with his interview by now. She could just call him and have him pick her up. She fished around in her purse and pulled out her cell phone. As she started to dial him she couldn’t seem to remember his number.

"God! I’m just completely out of it today!" She told herself. She finally searched through her phone book and found his number. She was happy when he answered. He agreed to pick her up and she leaned back against the wall to wait for him.

When he finally arrived she hopped in and leaned back relieved.

"God, I hope your interview went better than mine." She sighed.

"Well, you’re looking at the new computer technician for RGS Internet Services." He smiled. "Didn’t you get the job?"

"Well, let’s put it this way." She frowned. "I got A job. I was going for an assistant copywriter position but after my performance in there, Mr. Phillips decided it would be better if he started me off in the filing room. I can’t believe I screwed up that bad."

"Well, don’t let that bother you too much." Jim told her. "I’m sure with your sparkling personality and dazzling wits you’ll be moving up the ladder very quickly."

"Well, I’ll tell you, these here," She motioned to her C cup tits. "helped me out today."

She had a slight look of disgust on her face as she explained herself. "I think if Mr. Phillips hadn’t been looking at my tits so much he probably would have thrown me right out of his office."

"Well, there’s nothing wrong with using your womanly charms to get a job." Jim told her.

"Says you! I never felt so humiliated in my life!" She cried. "I’m just going to have to work hard to prove to him that I’m not just a set of tits. And no more drugs that late at night. You wouldn’t believe how fucked up I was this morning."

"By the way." She said as she looked over at him. "You wouldn’t happen to have some of that coke on you right now, would you?"

"You want some right now?" Jim asked.

"Well, I’m sure it will wear off before tomorrow morning, and I really want to just forget all about this morning and relax. Just make sure I don’t go and do like I did last night and take too much. I was really fucked up this morning."

Jim told her he had it at home just to tease her some.

Jim left Sharon outside his house in the car while he ran in. He took the time to relieve himself in his washroom before returning to the car. Sharon was biting her nails when he got back in. "Did you get it?" she asked.

He took out the vial. Sharon reached for it as he put it back into his pocket. He shook his finger at her playfully and drove off. Much of the drive had been taken up with a charged, anticipatory silence. Jim had said little, watching Sharon become more and more apprehensive.

As they entered Sharon's apartment a short while later, Jim immediately noticed that the bags of groceries were still in the hallway. The bags and jars on the counter from the other day had not been moved, except for a few which appeared to have had their contents spilled onto the floor. Jim noticed a pile of similarly-shaped objects on the floor: an empty beer bottle, some long-handled plastic utensils, a couple of bananas, a cucumber, a couple of zucchinis, some carrots...

Sharon giggled nervously as the two surveyed the kitchen. "I'll get to it later," she said.

Jim poured a pile of powder onto the mirror, still on Sharon's counter from the night before. As soon as Jim's hand removed the vial, Sharon's head was in its place.

Sharon was much more verbal as the drug took hold this time. "Oh yes, yes, that's right..." and so on. As she moaned, she began rubbing her crotch with both hands, one focused lower, the other, higher.

After an hour of sex, Sharon was under control to the point where Jim decided he could take her out. As per his plan, he decided to take her somewhere else.

As they lied there after another round of sex Jim turned to her.

"Let’s get dressed." He told her. "I’m going to take you out and buy you a new outfit for work to celebrate your new job."

"But Jimmy, I didn’t get the job I wanted." She pouted. "I wanted that copying job. Uh, no that’s not right."

Jim smiled as she wrinkled her nose and tried to think of the right words.

"You mean copywriter." He told her.

"Yeah, that it! But I didn’t get it." She frowned. "I’m just a stupid file clerk!"

"Well, even file clerks need to wear clothes." He said. "Plus I saved some money to buy you this anyway. So come on and get dressed."

An hour later they finally made it to the car and off to the local mall. Jim noticed along the way that Sharon wasn’t as bad as before but she still idly rubbed her pussy and tits all the way there. Most of the time as they traveled Sharon just stared vacantly out the window. When she did speak it was usually about sex with comments like, ‘Look Jimmy, that man has big feet, you know what that means!’, or, ‘I wish my tits were as big as hers, then I could wrap them around your dick and titty fuck you really good!

When they got to the mall Jim lead her directly to the store he wanted to take her to. He had already picked out the outfit he wanted to buy for her. He looked over at the beauty shop across the mall that he had spotted before. He really wanted to take her over and get her a make over but he knew he would be pushing his luck with that one.

A while later, and after a quickie in the dressing room, they headed out with the new outfit.

Sharon could remember the outfit was sexy. She just wasn't sure how anymore. "Jim," she asked, "what was the outfit we bought again?"

"You've forgotten?"

"Kinda."

"Then it's a surprise."

"Cool. I love surprises. Where are we going now?"

"We're going to get you some reading material."

"Reading material? I don't feel like reading. I feel like sticking things up my pussy."

Jim stopped the car. "Sharon," he said, doing his best to feign seriousness, "I am very concerned about the way you're getting into all this coke. You seem to just want to get high and fuck all the time. I don't think that's very fair to me or to our relationship."

Sharon felt tears starting to well up. "I'm sorry Jim, I'll try to be better."

"That's OK. Now I just need you to do me a favour while I buy some camera equipment," Jim said.

"OK," Sharon chirped, her momentary grief replaced with her prevailing drug-induced enthusiasm.

Pointing to a seedy magazine shop just down the block, Jim instructed Sharon to "pick out some books and magazines you want to buy and wait for me in there." Jim headed across the street to what appeared to be a second hand camera equipment store.

Sharon entered the store, to discover it was an erotic magazine and book seller's. She began picking out magazines that interested her, focusing more on the enticing pictures than the text.

When Jim walked into the bookstore with his new digital camera 20 minutes later he saw Sharon in one of the isles thumbing through a magazine with one hand while the other was rubbing her pussy through her skirt. She had several other customers watching her but she seemed oblivious to the attention.

"So, did you find yourself something to read?" He asked with a smile.

"Huh?" Sharon said as he startled her out of her daydream.

"Oh, hi Jimmy." She smiled brightly.

"Yeah! I found some really neat books!" She said as she showed him a small stack of magazines.

"This one has some really nice looking men, and this one has some really pretty girls." She told him as she laid out several of the porno magazines. She then picked up a fetish catalog. "An this one has some really cool looking clothes and stuff!"

Jim looked through her choices and smiled. This was exactly the type of reading material he wanted her to be looking at. This was the only type of reading material he wanted her to be looking at. He picked the magazines up and led her out of the store after paying for them.

The next morning, Sharon woke up in a nervous sexual heat. She had been dreaming about being gangbanged by a group of men while she snorted blow from an enormous pile infront of her, cumming again and again.

As she woke up, her loans felt very warm and sticky but any sense of satisfaction was gone. In its place was a sense of nervousness and dread, combined with a slight headache. What had she done yesterday? There had been the terrible job interview and then, she had gotten high -- right in the morning. Her memories of the day after that were a little fuzzy. She recalled getting some clothes. But she didn't remember them very well -- there had been something different about them -- she wasn't sure what, though.

And then, they had gone to that store. Sharon had bought a magazine, she remembered -- a couple of magazines -- and they had spent the afternoon acting out different scenes from them infront of Jim's new camera. After a while, Jim hadn't been able to cum anymore and he had gone home. She made a brief stab at doing the dished before retiring to her bedroom to read more of the magazines.

Sharon rolled over and stared at the digital alarm clock. "B:OB" it said. Sharon felt confused. It took her a moment to figure out why the clock should be doing this. She giggled to herself as she realized it was 8:08. She wandered into the bathroom and decided to have a bath instead of a shower. It would help her relax.

But after twenty minutes in a warm bubblebath and three abortive attempts at masturbation, Sharon found herself feeling tenser than ever. She also found the thought of "BOB" more and more sinister. She found herself worrying about what Bob might do before realizing that Bob wasn't a person. Why was she so worried, then?

Then it dawned on her! She was supposed to be at work at 9am. And she'd been in the bath for at least 20 minutes. And it had taken her so long to ger there the other day! Soon, still wet from the bath, Sharon was throwing on an outfit and grabbing her purse.

"Oh fuck!" Sharon shouted to herself as she fumbled with her keys in the car a few minutes later. Somehow, she couldn't make the right key go in the ignition. She took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

Sharon opened her purse to discover that Jim must have left her a baggie of the drug. She decided that she had better not do any now; nonetheless, the baggie's presence made her feel more secure and allow her to collect herself.

When Sharon saw the baggy she almost grabbed it out and took a hit but she restrained herself. She knew she had to make a good impression at work and it wouldn’t do to be stoned. Even so she still felt a little more at ease knowing that it was there.

When she arrived she was relieved to find out that the only other person who noticed she was late was her new co-worker Angelica, a pert young black girl who had just started a few weeks ago. She quickly made friends with her throughout the morning although she still felt a little spaced out. Several times she had to get her new friends help with finding some files and her thoughts drifted off at times to either sex or drugs. By noon her nervousness had returned and she thought for sure that Angelica thought she was nothing but a space cadet.

I have until 1pm, Sharon thought as he co-workers dispersed for their lunch hour. If going to get high, she reasoned, I should probably do it right now. After all, if I have to wait until after work, I'll be all hung over and fucked up tomorrow morning. I mean, I'd be way more efficient high than hung over. Sharon didn't really believe the lie, herself but as she scooted into the women's washroom, it did feel better to have an excuse -- some excuse other than the slight nervous tremor in her hands.

Sharon had had the presence of mind to nab a straw from beside the coffee dispenser during the morning coffee break, just in case. She emptied the contents of the baggie onto the surface of an empty three-ring binder which she placed on her lap. She decided to use just a quarter of the baggie's contents. It appeared that Jim had left her enough for three hits, four if she were to really stretch it.

The coffee straw was inconvenient and soon substituted with a $20 bill. "Oh God!" Sharon found herself saying as the two lines coarsed through her bloodstream. Suddenly, it felt like her cunt was going to explode.

Soon, her skirt and panties were on the floor of the stall. One hand was working inside her while the other clumsily unbuttoned her blouse. She stopped her moaning abruptly as she heard the door swing open. But her fingers had to keep going.

After a few moments of trying to play with herself as quitely as possible, it dawned on Sharon that she wouldn't be able to stay quiet if she came. She slowed the pace of her stimulation and waited for the woman to leave. She listened carefully as the water ran in the sink, then to the sound of the hand-dryer. Sharon suddenly realized how absurd the situation was and began to giggle. She did her best to stifle her laughter. And it seemed to work. The door swung outwards.

As soon as it closed, Sharon found herself giggling hysterically as she shoved three fingers into herself while her other hand worked her clitoris. Soon, the laughter gave way to moans. And then she came.

She felt fabulous. She felt wonderful. She knew she was going to make it now. Here she was at work, high and nobody had caught on! She had passed the difficult part. She had been resourceful and self-disciplined. She felt supremely confident. She looked at her watch 12:33pm. What to do now?

Like I have a choice, Sharon thought as she felt her fingers pumping faster again.

Sharon arrived back at the file room at a quarter after. Angelica shook her head as she rushed in.

"Sorry I’m late." Sharon said as she picked up the files she was working on. "I kind’a lost track of the time."

"It’s ok honey." She replied. "It’s just you ‘n’ me down here in the dungeon. The only people we have to answer to are ourselves." Sure she realized that Sharon was a bit of a bimbo but even a little help was better than it had been the last six months. She had been stuck down here all alone for the whole time and welcomed the company, even if it wasn’t the brightest person in the world.

As the day wore on Angelica moved Sharon up to the front desk to hand out the files as people came down for them. She was taking way too long finding them and several times she got the wrong file. She figured she had better get her out of the racks before she messed them all up!

Sharon though took this as a promotion. The rest of the day she happily handed out the files and couldn’t help but to flirt with several of the men as the stopped down. By the end of the day she was starting to come down from her high and after she said good by to Angelica headed into the bathroom for another quick hit.

After ‘powdering her nose’ and a couple of rounds of ‘stink finger’ she headed out of the building.

Sharon was feeling a little funny. Ever since her second hit of the day, she had been unable to stop giggling for very long. She felt great, totally carefree. She had flushed her panties down the toilet in an impetuous moment. Now, as she felt a drop of juice trickle down her inner thighs from her exposed folds, she reconsidered the idea.

Where am I, anyways? Sharon suddenly thought. She started to laugh again. She had been looking for her car. As she looked at her watch, she realized she had been wandering around, looking for the car for more than three hours. No wonder she needed to masturbate again. She giggled, realizing that she must be pretty high. Then it dawned on her. She hadn't been looking for three hours it had only been one? two? She had spent between 5 and 6 masturbating in the washroom after doing that second hit.

"That's not so bad," she said. It took her a moment to realize she had spoken out loud. She looked up and down the street but fortunately, no one appeared to have heard her. She giggled again.

So, where is my car, anyway? She tried to remember how she got to work, where she had parked but she drew a blank. And she was feeling frustrated. She wished she could find somewhere to masturbate. It was then that she spied a payphone.

She decided to call Jim.

Sharon finally gave up looking for her car and decided to call Jim. It took her several minutes to remember his number and after the sixth try she finally got through to him.

"Jimmy, I’m lost!" she wined into the phone. "I went to look for my car and I can’t find it!"

"Ok, calm down Sharon." Jim told her. "Now where are you? Are you still at work?"

"No. I’m somewhere downtown." She told him like she was giving him precise directions.

"Where at downtown?" He asked.

"I don’t know!" she cried. "I told you, I’m lost!"

Jim suppressed a chuckle. She was obviously very high on the drugs. "You’re stoned again, aren’t you?" He asked.

"Well, yeah, maybe a little." Sharon confessed softly.

"Ok, look around and tell me what you see." He instructed her.

"I’m on a corner." She said slowly.

"Ok." He said calmly. "Are there any street signs around?"

"Yeah! There is!" She perked up. She had forgot about those. "It says F-i-f-t-h… Fifth!"

"Ok’ you’re on fifth. What does the other say?" He asked.

"It says, J-a-c-k… Jackson!" She said triumphantly.

"Ok. The corner of Fifth and Jackson." Jim said. "You stay right there and I will pick you up. Ok?"

"Ok Jimmy!" She giggled. "You’re so nice to me! I’m going to make sure I pay you back, the way you like it!"

Jim picks her up and takes her home.

As soon as the very disheveled Sharon got into Jim's car, her skirt was on the floor and she was manipulating her slick folds. "Oh Jimmy," she said, pumping couple of fingers in and out of herself, "waiting has been so hard!"

Much to his regret, Jim had to stop her from going down on him in the car. He needed to conentrate enough to get Sharon home. As they exited the car in the underground lot in Sharon's building, Jim had to remind Sharon, "Don't forget your skirt. You're not in your apartment yet."

Sharon looked down at herself, naked below the waist and giggled. "But Jimmy," she said, "no one can see my pussy through all this hair!" She giggled again as she put the skirt on.

Once up in Sharon's apartment, Jim noticed that the bags of groceries were still in the hallway -- and some of the vegetables were beginning to decompose. He decided he'd better clean up Sharon's apartment -- it was turning into a total mess -- clothes strewn here and there, groceries... He had just filled one of the garbage bags he'd found under the sink when Sharon interrupted him.

"Jimmy, stop that! It's time to fuck!"

Cleaning forgotten, Jim soon had Sharon bent over the dining room table while he drilled her sopping pussy. She was naked now. "Oh Jimmy," she said after he had cum, "this blow is so great. And as long as I only do one hit a day, it doesn't fuck me up at all. I did a great job at work today after I did a couple of lines in the bathroom. It turns you on when I get high, doesn't it?" She punctuated the question with a giggle.

Jim had to agree. His girlfriend was now sitting on the dining room table, legs spread while she ran her hands over her cunt, smearing his semen around.

"Nonetheless Sharon," Jim said in his sternest voice, "I'm very concerned about the way you lost your car tonight. I think that maybe you should try not to do any drugs tomorrow -- just to show you're still in control. I need to take you to an important appointment after work and I don't want you completely stoned for it."

"What appointment?" Sharon asked.

"I was thinking you need a Brazilian wax job. Now that you're letting me go down on you, I don't want to get furrballs every day."

Sharon crossed her legs, suddenly ashamed of her pubic hair. Her face assumed a pouty expression.

"Come on Sharon," Jim said, "don't you think it would be cool if your pussy were bald?"

"Oh yeah," Sharon said, thumbing her nipple. She was already imagining her slick folds, opening like a flower for everyone to see. She grabbed one of the magazines from the table on which she was sitting and opened it to a page. "Will it look like this?" she asked, pointing to a closeup of a woman's face burried in a bald cunt. "Yes it will," Jim said. "And maybe one day, you'll have a girlfriend to eat you out, too."

Almost involuntarily, Sharon's legs parted as she plunged her hand back down into her nether regions. "Really Jim!? You'd let me have a girlfirend!?"

This was a better reaction than Jim could have hoped for. "We'll talk about that when I pick you up tomorrow," he said seriously. "Give me your keys and I'll go find your car."

After pleading for, and eventually getting, another fuck, Sharon handed over the keys. "Remember," Jim said, as he headed out to find her car, "don't be stoned tomorrow when I pick you up. I'll be able to tell."

Sharon masturbated herself to sleep after Jim departed.

The next morning, Sharon found her keys had been put through the letter box. She decided that if she were to get high, she would need to do it first thing in the morning so she'd be straight by the time Jim picked her up.

The next morning Sharon woke early. Her head was clearer but she felt like shit. She was beginning to love the spacey carefree feeling the drugs gave her. She convinced herself that she wasn’t hooked on them but in the back of her mind she knew different.

After a quick shower and a small breakfast (She noticed Jim had picked up the groceries that she had left on the floor) she sat there wondering what to do before she left. She was slightly horny and had a strong craving for some of the drugs. She knew that if she did some of it now she would never be able to drive to work. She then got a bright idea. She could call a cab to take her to work and just tell Jim she did that so she didn’t have to pick up her car after her appointment. She quickly got up and called the cab.

Afterwards she almost ran into the bedroom to grab the baggy. As she sat at her dresser she looked up at herself in the mirror. She didn’t look like a drug addict. She didn’t like the clothes she thought though to take her mind off her obvious addiction. She had put on one of her normal outfits today because the new one was dirty. As she poured out two thin lines of the drug she decided to get herself some new clothes with her first check.

She felt a strong sense of relief as she snorted the drug up her nose and felt it burning into the lining of her nasal passages. As the powerful drug took hold of her once again she pulled her skirt up and panties down and started masturbating. By the time she walked out to the cab her panties were gone and she had cum three times.

During work she happily handed out files and chatted with Angelica. Angelica was enjoying the company of her new airheaded friend. She had come to take this as her normal behavior. Her flirting with the people that came down to the file room was slowly becoming an office norm as more people started to drop by to see her.

By two O’ clock the drugs had begun to wear off and the nervousness had returned. She even bummed a couple of cigarettes off Angelica to take the edge off. Even after the drugs had worn off she still noticed how pretty Angelica was and wondered if she liked to lick pussy like the girls in the book she had bought. By the time she left work she really needed a hit.

When Jim picked her up she pleaded with him to let her get high. He told her no. He needed to see how much the drugs had affected her thinking when she wasn’t stoned.

Angelica found herself quite surprised when Jim arrived to pick Sharon up. She had imagined her co-worker's boyfriend quite a few different ways: wealthy, fat and middle-aged, or some kind of mimbo -- a bodybuilder type, biker, anything but the mild-mannered computer programmer who made his way downstairs.

She was impressed the way he held Sharon's face, before he kissed her, staring deeply into her eyes. She tried in vain to imagine what he was whispering to her as they embraced; "Good girl, no blow all day," was not one of the possibilities she considered.

"So Jim," Sharon said, trying to be serious, "about this appointment..."

"Yes?"

"Why do I have to be straight for it?"

"What if you become a regular customer? Wouldn't you be embarassed if the first time they did your bikini waxing, you were -- you know -- all squishy?"

Sharon realized she was still a little moist but nothing like she had been in the morning -- she'd had to slip into the washroom more than once for some relief.

"Okay," Sharon said, gulping as she realized she would have to wait. "When is the appointment anyway?"

"After dinner," Jim said.

The restaurant was a short walk from Sharon's office. In fact, it was more of a pub than a restaurant -- fortunately they allowed smoking. Sharon pulled out her pack of smokes (which she had purchased on her lunch hour) and lit one. She ordered a double vodka martini as well. She needed something to take the edge off the day and stop her heart pounding the way it had been.

"So Sharon," Jim asked, "how was your day?"

The tobacco and alcohol calmed Sharon and she gave quite a lucid account of the day.

"It was fine." She replied as she took another long drag off the cigarette. "Nothing really exciting, just handing out papers and files and such."

"When did you start smoking again?" Jim asked in curiosity. "I thought you gave that up because you were worried about your health?"

"Well, Angelica at work smokes and I just thought it helped me to stay more focused." She replied.

Jim realized this explanation didn’t quite make sense. She appeared to be mixing two different thoughts together. He let the subject drop and asked her what she wanted to eat. He had purposely taken her to a different restaurant than one they had been to before so she would have to look at the menu to order.

He watched closely as she picked up the menu and browsed through it. He was delighted when he saw her sounding out several different words as she read. Her realized that with her heavy usage of the drugs he might have to move his timetable up due to her rapidly diminishing intelligence.

Sharon was leaning heavily on Jim by the time they left the pub for the salon. She had polished off four martinis over the course of dinner, not to mention a few cigarettes. Jim noticed that she had eaten less than half of her meal.

She had just returned from about fifteen minutes in the washroom; in easy earshot of the other patrons, Sharon remarked. "This was so much better than at work. I didn't have to be quiet while I played with my pussy."

Doing another of his stern looks, Jim replied, "So, it was all for nothing. You're still going to be all wet at the appointment."

"Yeah Jim," Sharon said, brightening. "Does this mean I can get stoned now?" She spoke carefully, concentrating not to slur her words.

"Soon, Sharon, soon."

They soon arrived at the salon, a small cubby-hole of a place on the ground floor of a low-rise apartment in a residential area. Its proprietor appeared to be the sole employee, a woman in her mid thirties with big, blonde hair and obvious implants who introduced herself as Tracy. The salon appeared to double as Tracy's home after hours.

Despite Tracy's friendly and affectionate manner, Sharon found the wax job very uncomfortable, beginning with the obvious smell of arousal she exuded when she opened her legs to begin the process. Fortunately, Tracy had started up a conversation about how wet she could sometimes get. Then, of course, there was the pain at the end of the process, absolutely excruciating.

Tracy had removed the wax in a single, deft motion, cutting Sharon off in mid-sentence. The two women had been conversing about sex; Tracy, much more experienced than Sharon had been describing what it was like to get gangbanged. Sharon had found the subject most intriguing.

Her eyes tearing, hands clenched, Sharon gave a yelp as the hair vanished from her vaginal area. Immediately, her thoughts went to what she had been anticipating all day.

"Wanna do some blow?" she asked Tracy.

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Jim appeared to have disappeared into the bathroom, as Sharon pulled out her baggie.

When Jim returned from the bathroom he found Sharon and Tracy sprawled out naked on the floor eating each other out. The almost empty baggy was lying on a table off to the side. He stood back and watched in amusement for a while until Sharon noticed he had returned.

"Hi Jimmy!" She giggled.

"Tracy told me she wanted to show me something good." She licked her lips and giggled some more. "She was right! It is good!"

Jim heard Tracy giggle underneath Sharon. "Did you give her some of your drugs?" He asked.

"Yeah, just a little." She said sheepishly.

Unable to focus on Jim a second longer, Sharon buried her face in Tracy's cunt. Squishing and moaning noises emmanated from the two as their limbs entwined in different patterns. Jim figured if Tracy had had some, given her extant sluttiness, he would probably be able to join them. But instead, he began to scold Sharon. He knew that the time would come that she would know that this drug was not cocaine; his hold over her would have to be very strong by that time. It would be important for Sharon to realize she was becoming a hopeless addict.

"Sharon, I can't believe this. You don't even know Tracy, here. You've met her once and already you've done drugs and had sex with her. I think you may be getting a little out of control, Sharon..." Jim continued to speak as Sharon's thighs began clenching Tracy's head and she cried out in orgasm.

Sharon lifted her face from Tracy's cunt. "I know I've been bad, Jim. But I need you inside me now." She crawled backwards towards Jim, her wet, engorged, newly-bald cunt displayed to him. Unable to resist, Jim undid his pants and penetrated his girlfriend.

After a couple of hours of sex play with the two women, Jim was exhausted but Sharon and Tracy showed no sign of tiring. Sharon was clearly thrilled to finally have a partner whose appetites could keep up with hers. After all, why stop fucking? Ever?

After getting a second wind around midnight, at which time he fucked Tracy from behind while she ate Sharon's pussy, Jim bid the two women goodnight. "Don't worry Sharon," Jim said as he closed the salon door. "I'll come in the morning to pick you up."

When Jim arrived the next morning, he found Tracy putting makeup on a giggling, masturbating Sharon.

"Sharon!" Jim said as he walked in. "You have to go to work, you’re not still stoned are you?"

Sharon turned in the chair to face him. "No, I’m not stoned Jim!" She replied. "I came down several hours ago."

Him looked over at the table and saw that the baggy was empty. ‘She’s not stone because she ran out!’ He figured.

When he turned back to Sharon she was smiling widely. She looked Jim over and giggled again.

"You’re right." She said laughing as she looked up at Tracy. Tracy giggled a response back as she continued doing Sharon’s makeup.

"Ok you two, what’s so funny?" Jim asked.

"Sharon grinned. "Did you know that Tracy use to tour with the band Twisted Sister for a while?"

"No I didn’t know that." Jim replied honestly.

"Well she did." Sharon told him. "She was their makeup artist."

"It was only for one summer." Tracy added.

"Well we were talking and…" Sharon started before breaking out in a fit of giggles. She calmed slightly and continued. "And she said that you have better bone structure than Dee Snider! We were just wondering what you would look like all made up."

Jim smiled slightly embarrassed. "Ain’t no fucking way!" He told them as they both laughed. "Don’t even get those thoughts in your heads girls!"

"Aw, come on Jim!" Sharon said. "Maybe tonight after work we can come over here and Tracy could fix you up and we could have some fun!"

Jim knew Sharon was just joking, he hoped. "Don’t you have to get ready for work?" He asked changing the subject.

"I am!" Sharon said. "Tracy said she would help me."

"I’m almost done." Tracy told him. "It’ll be just a few more minutes, you can’t rush perfection. By the way, what were those drugs we did last night? I’ve had cocaine before and that definitely wasn’t coke."

"It wasn’t?" Jim said trying his best to act shocked. "That’s what the dealer said it was. You think he’s ripping me off?"

"Well, I don’t know about that." She replied as she finished up working on Sharon. "Whatever it was it was some pretty good shit! Even if it wasn’t coke. But before I do anymore I would like to know exactly what it really is!"

"Yeah Jimmy, we really need to find out what it is." Sharon said as she stood and lit a cigarette. "It might have some side effects or something."

She made no indication though about stopping using it.

Jim knew perfectly well what the side effects of the drug were, but he too had several questions about the drug. First off, he wanted to know if the drug had a burn out point, a point where it reached the final stage of her transformation and was no longer required, or if he would have to deal with withdrawal. The drug was way too expensive for him to keep buying it after Sharon had been reduced to his bimbo fuck toy. "I’ll check into it before I pick you up from work." Jim told her. "But right now we have to get going."

Sharon and Tracy disappeared in back and emerged a few minutes later. Sharon was wearing a short miniskirt and a spandex top.

"All my clothes were dirty so Tracy said I could borrow some of hers." She explained.

"You think this is ok for work?" She asked as she spun around slowly in a pair of four-inch heels. Her bra-less breasts bounced slightly in the loose top. "This was the only top she had that would fit my small tits."

Jim smiled at the thought of Sharon thinking her C cup tits were small. Hopefully soon they would be a lot bigger.

"Well, I guess it will have to do." He replied. "Say good-by, we have to get to work."

He stood back and watched as Sharon and Tracy kissed each other good-by. "Hey, don’t I get some of that?" He asked. He had to spend several minutes wiping lipstick off his face after both of them attacked him at once before they could leave for work.

Along the way Jim was surprised that Sharon didn’t once ask him for some drugs, even though he could see that she needed some. He figured she was trying to hold out and prove she didn’t need them. He knew that by the end of the day she was going to realize how hooked she was on them.

After a quick stop at a gas station for Sharon to pick up some more cigarettes he dropped her off at work.

The fluorescent lights in the filing room buzzed with a terrible, oppressive intensity, intensifying Sharon's headache with every passing hour. Then there was the feeling between her legs; as the numbness wore off, Sharon found that her pussy was actually quite painful, first from the extreme wax job and then from the intense stimulation that had followed. It felt dryer than it ever had before, puffy, dry, painful. This was particularly inconvenient as she had to keep her legs so damn close together. The skirt hid almost nothing and Sharon found herself cursing the choice every time she had to pick anything up off the floor -- which was surprisingly frequent. She wasn't feeling very coordinated today.

Perhaps a day when she was feeling more coordinated would have been a better one to try out the 4" heels. Fortunately, seeing her discomfort and instability, Angelica let Sharon spend the day at the front desk. Even this was proving a bit of a challenge, however, Sharon occasionally reported the wrong file name or number. She might have been quite cross with Sharon if her airheaded co-worker hadn't been so very apologetic. She had explained, "I got this makeover last night and so I didn't get any sleep."

The explanation didn't make a lot of sense to Angelica; she might have asked more if Sharon hadn't immediately excused herself to the washroom. Despite the pain, recalling her all-night lesbian romp meant she had to play with her pussy -- even if it did scratch a bit.

Over the course of the morning, Angelica had tried to pry a little more information out of Sharon about her evening but instead of Sharon being her usually effervescent self, she seemed guarded, surly and uninterested in conversation. In fact, every sound seemed to cause her to wince.

For Sharon's part, despite the awful anxious, painful feelings which seemed to be pervading her form, she felt she had survived the morning awfully well. She felt almost happy as she watched the clock turn to noon. It was then that the real panic gripped her. There was no blow, or whatever it was for her to do at lunch. There wasn't even anything to occupy or distract her. She felt close to tears as she wondered how she would survive another give hours.

Sharon realized the drug was starting to have a permanent effect on her. But right now she really didn’t care. She wanted some more and she didn’t care if she fried her whole brain in the process. She didn’t want to have to think anymore today. Without the drug all the worries and normal thoughts flooded her mind and were giving her a headache. The drug brought her blissful ignorance and extreme pleasure.

As she sat alone in the lunchroom smoking she decided that she couldn’t take it anymore. She told Angelica she needed to take the rest of the day off because she didn’t feel good. Angelica easily believed her from how her morning went and wished her well.

When she reached the street she immediately called Jim to pick her up. She stood around nervously chain smoking till he arrived.

"Hi honey." She said as she climbed into the car. "Did you get some more of the drugs?"

Jim knew this was coming. "You called me away from work just so you could get high!" He said. "You told me that you were sick!"

"Please don’t be mad at me Jimmy!" She cried. "I just can’t take it anymore!"

Jim looked over at her as he drove. He could tell she was about to break down in tears.

"Sharon," Jim said. "These drugs are awfully expensive. I've been spending a good portion of my paycheque on getting you high."

Sharon began to rifle through her purse for money. Jim placed his hand on hers. "Relax, honey," he said, "I'm not asking you for money. I'm just asking you to conserve the stuff."

"I don't know if I can," Sharon said. She laughed nervously.

"You can if you find a more efficient way to take it. Snorting the powder is a lot more expensive than, say, injecting it for instance." Then Sharon noticed it there, on the car seat -- the lighter, the spoon, the cotton swab, etc... all ready.

After she cooked up, Jim helped her shoot the fluid into her vein. "Remember," he said, "you're going to get higher but it's going to be a mellower high." Even as she was withdrawing the needle, Jim watched in fascination as the drug hit Sharon's brain.

Sharon immediately began feverishly stimulating herself.

Jim watched as Sharon’s hands dipped below her skirt and under her top. He knew this new way of her doing the drugs was only accelerating her mental destruction but he was getting too excited to wait for long to have her become the airheaded girlfriend he wanted.

"Oh Jimmy! This feels great!" She giggled as all her worries and thoughts faded away into sexual bliss. She turned to Jim and smiled vacantly at him. "Could you fuck me now?"

Wordlessly Jim pulled into a side alley and slid over and under his spaced out girlfriend. Sharon came as soon as his dick slid between her wet thighs. She then bounced happily up and down in his lap as he massaged her tits until he filled her bald cunt with his seed.

Finally spent Jim moved back over to the drivers seat and fastened his pants. Sharon meanwhile straightened her clothes and lit a cigarette.

"So what we going to do today?" She giggled through a cloud of smoke.

"Well I have to get back to work." Jim said as he started the car.

"That doesn’t sound like any fun." She pouted as she took a long drag off her cigarette.

"I can’t afford to loose this job." He told her. "If I do I can’t afford to buy you your drugs."

It took a few seconds for this to sink into her brain. "Oh!" She said as she realized what he meant. "Yeah, you better get back to work then!"

Jim was slightly irritated that he had turned into just her supplier to her but he reminded himself that he was the one that was doing this to her. Besides, soon her mind would be completely fried and she wouldn’t need the drugs anymore. Then she would be completely dependent on him for everything.

"But Jimmy, what am I gonna do for the rest of the day?" She asked confused.

"I think you should go back to work since your not ‘sick’ anymore." He told her.

Something had gone wrong. Sharon just wasn't sure what. She tried to sort it out in her mind. But thinking was very hard. She pawed at her crotch, hoping to job her memory.

She had gone back to work. That was right. It was sometime in the afternoon and she had walked into the file room. "I thought you were sick," Angelica had said. Angelica was such a cutie, Sharon had thought, imagining parting her co-worker's naked ass cheeks and licking her pussy from behind.

"What?"

"I thought you were sick."

"I was sick. But now I'm better I feel really good."

Had Sharon been aware enough to notice, she would have seen that the penny finally dropped for Angelica. She had been working with a junkie -- all the telltale signs of substance abuse. She felt like an idiot.

"Sharon, why don't you stay here. I just need to go upstairs for a minute."

Sharon's boss and two security guards had accompanied Angelica down the stairs into the file room. In the interim, Sharon had removed her skirt; she hoped Angelica would like her more when she saw how wet her pussy was becoming. "See what I mean," Angelica had said, pointing at her. "She needs help."

"Look, I'm not going to bankrupt the company health plan fixing up some fucking crackhead I met a week ago. I'm firing her now before she qualifies under the plan."

"Yes," Mr. Philips had said, pointing at Sharon, "that means you, young lady. You're fired. Now get some help."

"Could you fuck me anyway?" Sharon had asked.

Mr. Philips, mortified, had declined. Angelica hjad stood there with a horribly guilty look on her face as the two security guards had escorted her out. Angelica is such a sweetie, Sharon had thought as the security guards had dragged her away.

And now, here she was with them, bent over the bed in a cheap hotel room, being drilled in the ass by the second guard. She knew she should feel bad or something but being assfucked while she was high was just so much better than a day at work could ever be.

The second one shot his load into her and they left without a word. Sharon realized her skirt was not in the room. She had only her top and shoes on and she couldn't find the skirt anywhere. As she wandered the suite, thumbing her nipples absentmindedly, she thought to herself, I'm still so high! She wasn't sure what to do with that information but she liked it; she noticed she hadn't come down as much as she did after the powder. She was bored by herself, she decided. She wanted to fuck. She let herself out of the room and wandered aimlessly down the corridor.

Sharon was approached by a man who assumed she was a prostitute.

"Hey baby, you open for business?" Bill Warner asked the nearly naked woman standing in the hall.

"Huh?" Sharon replied.

"You want to have some fun?" He asked the spaced out girl.

Sharon’s eyes lit up at this. "Yeah!" She replied. "What kind of fun you want?"

"Well, me and a few guys are in town for the plumber’s convention and they stuck us in this flea bag hotel here." Bill explained. "I thought you might be interested in entertaining us."

Sharon slid up beside him and wrapped her arm around him. "If you want entertainment, I’m your girl!" She giggled.

"So, how you charge for six guys?" Bill asked as he led her down the hall to his room.

"Huh?" Sharon replied again.

Bill smiled. "Don’t worry about it babe, we’ll make sure it’s worth your while."

He led her into his room. Sharon saw several men sitting around bored who perked up at the sight of her.

"Hey guys," Bill started. "I found us a live one here. This is… uh what’s your name sweetie?"

"Hi, I’m Sharon." She giggled. Seeing the lustful stares of the men she knew immediately what to do and started to strip off her remaining clothes.

Once undressed, Sharon bent over the bed, spreading her cheeks to reveal her still-slack asshole dripping with cum. "Holy fuck!" one of the men said. "I think she wants us to fuck her ass."

As he said this, it occurred to Sharon for the first time that there were other things the men might want to do with her. "I, like, do other stuff," she said. She stuck some fingers in her pussy to emphasize her point.

Brian, one of the men didn't need any further invitation. He dropped his pants and walked over, grabbing her hips, removing her hand and penetrating her vagina. "She's really fuckin' wet, guys," he called back to the other men. Sharon began to moan, and grunt, occasionally giving way to effusive babbling about how much she liked to fuck and how stoned she was.

Entertaining as the babble was, Bill decided her mouth could be put to better use and soon a routine developed whereby one man would fuck her in the ass or cunt while she sucked off another. Sharon was in heaven. Words completely dissolved -- her whole world was nothing but sensation -- moist, warm, flesh, orgasm after orgasm. It took Sharon a while to realize that it was a series of different cocks in her mouth and not just the same one, cumming again and again.

Sharon had no sense of time as the gangbang continued but suddenly, it was over. One moment she had been prone, a hard cock in her ass, swallowing cum and the next moment, she was somehow dressed with cum running down her legs. The men seemed to be pushing her out a door and she was standing in the hallway, clad in her top, shoes and a very loose pair of men's boxer shorts that were already halfway down her ass.

Sharon was beginning to feel lost, confused and more than a little bit nervous. How many men had had unprotected sex with her this afternoon? Five? Nine? She felt herself beginning to come down, her heart rate accelerating. Where was she anyway? This couldn't be the newspaper.

No. She recalled. She might have been fired. She wasn't sure. She wondered if Jim would be mad if she were fired. Jim -- that's who she needed to talk to. Jim would know how to make everything okay. Of course, he might be mad at her for fucking all those guys. It wasn't really her who had fucked them, she realized -- it was the drug. There was no reason to upset Jim by telling him what she'd done.

She headed downstairs only to discover herself in a seedy hotel lobby. Trying to look as nonchalant as possible, she walked to a payphone just off the lobby. She picked up the phone. "Hi Jim," she said. She continued speaking for a moment, until she realized she was talking to dial tone.

She spent a while trying to phone Jim's number but it seemed that no matter what she did, there was always the same deep voice telling her to call the operator. Eventually, she caved in and pressed "0."

"Operator, may I help you."

"Hi. I need to talk to Jim."

"Is this a collect call?"

"Yeah."

"May I have the number ma'am?"

"I think it's six, two, one, three, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve."

"That's a thirteen-digit number, ma'am."

"Sorry. I'm kinda having trouble."

This not being the first call of this sort the operator had heard, she pried out of Sharon enough information about Jim's surname and geographic location that she was able to retrieve the number.

"Hello?"

"I have a collect person-to-person call from Sharon. Will you accept the charges?"

"Yes."

"Hi Jim."

"Sharon, honey, where are you?"

"I'm..." Sharon wasn't entirely sure where she was. Besides, wasn't she supposed to be concealing from Jim what had happened?

"I've been to your work," Jim said. "I'm so sorry they fired you."

"They did?" Sharon replied.

"But the security guards said they didn't know where you went after they threw you out."

Sharon giggled, in spite of herself. "They had big cocks," she said, plan forgotten.

"The security guards fucked you?"

"And some other guys. But it wasn't me. I love you, Jimmy."

"I'm very disappointed in you, Sharon," Jim said. "But I'm coming to pick you up. Just ask anyone you can see where you are."

Sharon waved to the desk clerk. "Where am I?" she called.

Soon, Jim was getting out of his car and striding into the hotel lobby. There was Sharon in all her slutty glory, a baggy pair of boxers hanging milimetres above her clit, practically spilling out of her cum-spattered top, wobbling on her heels.

On the way back in the car, Jim spoke to Sharon through the cloud of tobacco smoke she had just blown out her nostrils.

Jim informed Sharon that he was very disappointed in her. He asked her where she thought she would find money to support herself.

"I’ll just have to get another job." Sharon said as she took another long drag off her cigarette. ‘At least he isn’t dwelling on all the sex!’ She thought to herself.

In all actuality Jim was delighted to see her becoming such a horny slut. He knew he would have to get her sexual antics under control soon or he may just loose her, but for now he wanted her to get even sluttier. It would definitely firm up his hold over her in the future.

"And just what type of a job do you think you can hold if you’re going to be getting high all the time?" he asked. "Nobody is going to want a airheaded slut working for them, unless you want to be a stripper or something!"

"Well what’s the matter with that?" She stated flatly. "Don’t you think I have a good enough body for that?"

Jim was slightly stunned by this response. "No, it’s not that, I just thought you always thought that was so degrading to women. I never thought you would like a job like that."

"Yeah, well I think sometimes you think too much." She said as she blew a large cloud of smoke in his direction. "I don’t think is that wrong for a woman to show off her body. Besides, it might be fun."

‘And she can get as high as she wants!’ Jim added to himself with a slight grin.

Jim takes her shopping. She had to replace the skirt of Tracy’s that she lost and she wanted some new clothes.

This time, they used Sharon's credit card. That is, until it was maxed-out. Initially, they had been planning to go to the Fredericks of Hollywood and Victoria's Secret at the mall but Sharon had noticed another store out the window and Jim was only too pleased to oblige. The store catered more to the leather and latex look but Sharon had been adamant. After Jim had told her she would have to start paying for the drugs, herself, she had wanted to make sure the she got an outfit that would ensure she "nailed the interview."

Fifteen hundred dollars later (it was after all only a college student VISA), Sharon left the store looking quite extraordinarily slutty. Of course, the attendants had been only too happy to find Sharon their most extreme clothing, given that she appeared to be stoned out her mind, without and skirt and had cum dripping down her legs from between her ass cheeks.

Of course, the male attendants had tested Jim's patience by being so helpful getting Sharon in and out of her clothes. Every time someone helped Sharon put on a skirt or some pants, their fingers somehow found their way into her cunt, providing squeals and moans. Similarly, her nipples were being treated like radio dials as one top after another was tried. During the shopping spree, Jim noted how much Sharon's manner of speech. It was now filled with double comparatives and double superlatives, "this top is, like, the most bestest!" Sharon exclaimed more than once.

In the end, Sharon left dressed in the briefest of latex shorts -- essentially two halves connected by a zipper that started at the front and reached all the way to the back. Unzipped, only the tiniest piece of plastic connected the two halves. The top, a shiny crimson latex item pushed Sharon's tits into a deep cleavage, exposing every square inch of the top of her B-cup breasts, including the top third of the aureola of each breast. Most satisfying were the slogans stenciled onto the garments.

Two bags full of other salacious items later, Jim and Sharon headed down to a local strip club where she could apply for work. Jim was satisfied to see that the intravenous high did take much longer to dissipate but still, Sharon was beginning to show signs of nervousness as they left the store. She asked if she could shoot up before going to apply for the job but Jim said no. For one thing, he didn't really want to witness his girlfriend blowing the club owner infront of him.

As they entered Candi's, a mid-level strip bar, Jim was thrilled to see his girlfriend's gaze captured by the topless dancers and cocktail waitresses. After an afternoon of cock, clearly Sharon was up for some pussy.

Jim let Sharon get a lapdance while he negotiated with the club owner.

Jim gave Sharon some cash and she happily headed up towards the center stage. Meanwhile he went to find the manager. After telling the bartender what he wanted he sat back and watched as Sharon lured a hot young oriental woman to one of the back bench seat in a dark corner of the club. Soon a thirtyish looking man in a suit and tie approached him.

I was told you wanted to talk to me about hiring your girlfriend." He stated. "Usually I interview the girl, not her boyfriend."

"Well, my girlfriend isn’t the brightest person in the world." Jim explained with a smile as he shook the man’s hand. "My name’s Jim Russell."

"Brad Conrad." The man said as he motioned for Jim to sit down. "She’s not mentally handicapped is she?"

"No, no, nothing like that!" Jim laughed. "She’s just a bit of an airhead."

"About the only thing she seems to be able to concentrate on any more is sex." He told him with a smile. "That’s why we thought this might be a good job for her."

"You sound almost like you’re bragging!" Bran chuckled.

"Well, I’ll tell you, I’m not complaining!" Jim said.

Brad laughed at this. "So, I take it she doesn’t have any experience at exotic dancing then." He said.

"No, not really." Jim said. He then motioned over to Sharon who was up and bumping and grinding with the nude young woman to Prince’s ‘Little Red Corvette’. "But as you can see, she’s willing to learn."

Brad enjoyed the view for a few minutes, as well as several other men in the place were, before he turned back to Jim. "Ok, I’ll hire her." He told him. "But she has to follow the rules. No sex acts on stage. I don’t want to have my club closed down."

"No problem." Jim told him. "She gives you any trouble you just let me know. I’ll see to it she straightens up."

Brad nodded his head in consent. "She’ll start tomorrow on the morning shift, if she does well there I may move her to the evening shift. Starting pay is five dollars an hour plus tips. Many of the girls can bring home over two thousand a week in tips." Brad told him. "One last thing, she’s also responsible for her own clothes and makeup. We have a few outfits in the back that have been left by other girls but she needs her own."

"That’s not a problem." Jim informed him. "I’ll make sure she’s here first thing in the morning, and ready to work." They stood and shook hands on the deal.

Jim went to get Sharon and had some difficulty pulling her away from the young oriental woman who was known as Mindi. Up close, the girl looked impressively slutty. Like Sharon, she was clearly high on something, more impressively, Jim noted how impressively fake her tits were. Her tiny 5'1" frame was adorned with F-cup silicone tits. As well, her lips had taken on a strange shape from all the silicone pumped into them. Fortunately, Sharon and Mindi's dance had interested the patrons enough that Mindi was immediately pulled away to do another private dance.

Hoping Sharon had been as impressed as he, he asked, "So Sharon, what did you think of her tits?"

"They were so big 'n sexy!" Sharon replied brightly. "Can I get high now?" she asked.

"In just a little while," Jim replied. "Do you think you might like tits like that?" he said, changing the subject back to his interests.

"Isn't silicone, um like, bad for, um, you know, on the inside?" Sharon struggled to recall something about silicone from her women's studies class. It seemed like a whole different life, a thousand years ago.

"I don't know anything about that, Sharon," Jim replied.

"Me neither, Jimmy," she said and giggled. All that thinking had made her feel a little yucky. She reached down and began playing with her clit. She felt better immediately.

After meeting her new manager, Sharon was whisked off to Tracy's to get a makeover.

When they arrived, however, the CLOSED sign was up over the door of the salon. Repeated banging on the door did eventually yield a bleary-eyes Tracy who speedily let them in as soon as she saw who it was. "I'm, like, so glad you're here!" she said. "Do you have any more of that powder. I've been thinking about it all the time."

As they entered the salon, it was evident that Tracy had taken a few shots at finding said powder, something she immediately confirmed. "I even tried cutting the coke with X and meth but nothing did it like before. I've missed it."

Soon, both women were simultaneously begging Jim for more drugs. He explained to Tracy that she could take the drug intravenously but that now that Sharon would be paying for it, she would have to do the same. Both girls eagerly cooked up and within minutes were plunging the needles into eachother's veins.

After both girls had gotten high and Jim screwed both of them until he was spent. As the two lied on the floor 69ing each other Jim finally tired of it and retired upstairs into Tracy’s apartment to watch some TV. It was several hours latter that he awoke in the large recliner and decided he better go find out how the girls were doing.

As he walked down the stairs he could hear them talking and giggling. When he walked into the salon portion of the house he saw Sharon sitting in the salon chair nude with one hand stuck between her legs. Tracy was off to one side of her with a piercing gun place over one eyebrow.

Jim was slightly surprised by Sharon’s look as he checked her makeover out.

Her hair had been bleached out blond. It looked like Tracy had tried to go for a platinum blond but in places it was slightly darker and it looked like she forgot to do the roots. It had been loosely style and looked to Jim like Sharon had just stepped out of a windstorm.

Of what Jim could see of Sharon’s face it looked like Tracy had gone overboard with the makeup. Her lips were so red and wet looking it looked like she had put a whole tube of lipstick on them. Her eyes were covered in heavy amounts of mascara and bright colorful shades of eyeshadow.

As Jim looked over her body it looked like they had also been having some fun with the piercing gun. Both nipples had large silver rings in them along with a ring in her navel and one in her clit.

"Ow!" Sharon giggled as Jim could hear the gun go off. Tracy stepped back and Jim could see all of Sharon’s face. He saw that Sharon also had rings adorning her nose and two in her eyebrow. Tracy reached over and picked up a third and slipped it through the new hole above her eye.

As Tracy stepped back to admire her work with the piercing gun in hand Sharon noticed Jim standing at the foot of the stairs.

"Hi Jimmy!" She squealed. "Tracy’s giving me, like, a whole new look!"

Tracy turned to him with a wiry smile on her face. "I’m trying to figure out where else she needs some glitter." She told him as she twirled the piercing gun on one of her fingers. Jim could see that she was stoned by the look in her eyes.

As he looked back at Sharon he saw that she had the same glassy eyed look to her also. It wasn't the blank vacant look he was use to from the drug he had been giving her.

‘They must have been doing some of the drugs Tracy had picked up earlier.’ He reasoned.

He steps up and gives Tracy advice on Sharon’s new look.

"That's great, Tracy. But maybe you've had enough fun with the piercing gun," Jim said. He figured Sharon looked quite slutty enough with her new piercings. He didn't want Tracy going completely overboard.

"That's okay," Tracy said. "We always take a break after a new hole. Right?"

This had clearly been a strong cue to Sharon. Moments later, the two were bent over a nearby table inhaling lines of what was probably genuine cocaine. They pawed roughly at eachother as they got high.

Meanwhile, Jim had been looking around for a new toy for Tracy to play with.

Jim looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was getting late. He figured he better get Sharon to bed. He didn’t care if she was stoned on the drug when she went to work but he didn’t want her to be unconscious.

He led both of them upstairs and after two hours of sex they all three fell asleep together.

The next morning Jim awoke to the two girls cooking up some more of the drugs to shoot up.

Jim had just gotten up to use the washroom, only to discover loud moaning coming from the salon area. Sharon had just shot up Tracy who was naked and prone, her hands lightly touching her pussy. Looking at Sharon, Jim saw that she and Tracy had yet to get to bed; it was 5am.

"Maybe it's time you got some sleep," he said to his disheveled girlfriend.

"Sure Jimmy," she said blithely, "I'll just shoot up then I'll get some sleep."

"Sharon, once you shoot up, all you'll want to do is fuck."

"So? That's all I wanna do now," she plunged her hand to her crotch for emphasis. Jim noticed the needle was still positioned between his girlfriend's two fingers, the plunger bouncing against her labia. He reached down to grab it away from her before she hurt herself. And through some combination of vengefulness and lack of coordination, she plunged it into his thigh.

Unfortunately, the chemical was not really compatible with Jim's male biochemistry. In fact, it killed him in about 30 seconds. But Sharon didn't have time to worry about that; she had to cook up another dose.

Sharon didn't make it to work that afternoon, or the next. She was too busy fucking her new best friend, Tracy; they managed to keep going shooting up and fucking for 76 hours before the drugs ran out.

But by that time, the girls weren't much different straight, constantly giggling and horny with the attention span of a gnat. Still, they did have the presence of mind to abandon the salon before the corpse was discovered or the rent was due. Besides, they needed to get moving; sure the blow and the smack helped but they were on a quest, a mission... to find more of that wonderful drug.