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 ï>¿Andi Becomes a Stripper bybikeymoyÂ(C)

   Andi Becomes a Stripper Pt.  01

   I have been married to my wife for almost 3 years.  She's a smokin' hot
little blonde, if I do say so myself.  She's 22 years old, 5'4", 34C-23-33.
We have a great young relationship together, or at least that is what I had
thought.  I loved my wife a lot, maybe too much.  My wife's name is Andrea,
but prefers Andi and she is a full time college student at the moment,
while she finishes up her degree to teach.  She wants to teach junior high
school kids and already had a position lined up close to our home.  I knew,
if I was a horny junior high kid and had a hottie of a teacher like Andi,
well, one of two things would have happened.  Either I woulda had a lot of
problems concentrating on school work, OR...  I would study even harder to
try and impress her.  But, one of the two was a lock!

   My wife's newest best friend at college was Krissy.  She was a couple
years younger at 19 and was equally gorgeous.  She was a little taller at
5'6" and a freakin' brick house, too at 34C-22-34.  When I first met her I
thought she was a model and it turns out, I was right!  I didn't know what
kind of model, but assumed, wrongly, fashion.  My wife and Krissy became
close quickly, exchanging secrets like sisters.  They would go out on
Saturdays and have a girls night out at the movies or a local dance bar.  I
didn't mind, as I would do the same with my buds.  What I didn't know
initially, was how drunk they'd get.  I almost always got home first and
crashed right away.  I like to party as much as any 24 year old, but I'm
not really a night owl.  I've always been a morning person.

   So, I was never up when Andi got home until one evening I cancelled with
my friends, because I needed to finish up a report for work due the
following Monday.  I got it done around midnight and was
uncharacteristically too wired to go to bed.  So, thinking Andi would be
home soon, I decided to wait up and maybe have some sexy time with my
hottie.  So I just turned on the Golf Channel and occupied myself with the
tape-delayed broadcast.

   1:00 came and went.  2:00...  still no Andi.  I didn't want to appear to
be one of those overbearing husbands, so I decided not to call her.  Hell,
for all I knew, she always got home that late.  But, no longer wired, I
couldn't stay up any longer and went to bed.

   When I woke at 6:30, as usual, she was asleep right next to me.  I
smiled and kissed her, as usual (she never moved a muscle, as usual) before
padding to the kitchen to make coffee and get myself alert.  I knew the
4-1/2 hours of sleep I'd had, would haunt me after lunch, but I never sleep
in and knew I'd catch a relaxing Saturday afternoon nap at some point. 
With all my work done, I felt great though, not having to worry about it
the rest of the weekend.

   Andi got up sometime between 10 and 11, because, when I was done mowing
the lawn at 11:30, she came outside dressed and looking like a million
bucks to tell me that I was wonderful and the yard looked great.  I told
her I was just finishing up and invited her to join me in the shower.

   "Oh, sweetie.  I already showered.  I'm sorry.  I'm meeting Krissy
again, to go shopping with her.  We're picking out clothes for her next
modeling shoot, remember?" I honestly didn't remember, but that's not
unusual.  Lol.

   For the next few weeks, when Andi wasn't with me she was most assuredly
with Krissy.  They were almost like twins and frankly, I liked it!  They'd
been going to the spa, the gym and tanning at the beach together much more
frequently.  Andi'd even accompanied her on several photo shoots, which I
knew, had to be exiting for her.

   Andi was beginning to wear more sexy makeup, like Krissy.  She dyed her
hair more blonde, like Krissy.  And she began to dress just a touch more
slutty, like Krissy.  What was there for me to complain about?  She was
coming home to me every night...  eventually!

   Our schedules being a little off was the only thing I could bemoan; she
was a night owl and I was an early bird.  But it was working, and morning
sex with Andi became the solution.  Every damned morning without fail, I'd
wake up, begin kissing her neck, her breasts, her thighs or even her ass.
Lol.  She would stir and we'd fuck ourselves sweaty.  I'd shower and start
my day, while Andi would go back to sleep for a few hours until she had
classes or other plans with either me or Krissy.

   Andi staying out late evolved into more of a nightly thing, than a
weekend thing and her grades were suffering.  We'd talked about it and even
though, she was so close to graduating with her teaching degree, she wasn't
ready to start that career.  She told me she thought she wanted to explore
modeling first, like Krissy.  She reasoned, once she started teaching,
she'd never be able to try it.  "Plus," she said, "Some of Krissy's
photographers have told me, they'd love to shoot me." And she backed it up,
showing me a couple of really sexy candid proofs they'd given her.

   "When did you have these taken?"

   "Last week they talked me into posing for a few shots, while Krissy was
changing." She was beaming, "They told me the camera loves me!"

   I had to admit, they were awesome photos.  I also had to admit, I wanted
to see more!  So, we agreed, she'd put school on hold and try to make it as
a fashion model!  She corrected me, "Well, it's not really fashion
modeling, I'm not tall enough for that.  They call it glamour modeling."

   I figured that would be great.  Fashion...  glamour...  no difference to
me.  I was married to a hot blonde model!

   We hired Krissy's agent and almost immediately and within a couple
months, she was published!  Andi was in some local ads, even an insurance
billboard!  Her popularity continued to grow, and she got picked to model
for national brands in magazines, hawking everything from hair coloring and
other beauty products, to Chevys and even premium booze.

   I didn't think I could be any more proud, until I found out she was
going to get to be one of the models in the "Blonde Beach Beauties"
calendar!  She was so excited for herself.  And also for Krissy, who hadn't
been quite as successful so fast.  She, too, was also chosen to be one of
the twelve blondes.  It was a hot calendar with lots of sexy, fun scenes
sprinkled throughout the pages of blonde babes frolicking on the beach in
bikinis.  They each got a month with a full size picture.  July never
looked better!  And her agent promised, she'd have her own calendar the
next year!

   Andi's days were filled with working out, tanning and then getting salon
treatment before modeling into the evening and partying all night.  Then
she'd crash till noon.  It was getting harder to wake her up for our
morning romps and more than once, when we fucked, I don't even think she
remembered it.

   We talked about it and I suggested, maybe she ought to dial back the
late night partying and rest a little bit between assignments.  I could see
it was wearing on her...  mind you, nothing a little makeup couldn't fix.
But, still, she was really wearing down.  She even lost a few pounds that
she didn't need to lose.  Andi told me I didn't understand.  Adding the BS
line that she had to market herself by going out and being seen.  Her ego
was growing, but I hadn't really begun to worry, just yet.

   A month later, it was like a switch had been flipped.  Andi was still
partying all night, but now she was waking me up for sex when she got home!
She'd still be drunk off her hot little ass and slurring, but amazingly her
energy level had returned in spades.  I'd go to bed horny as hell, knowing
that, soon I'd be roused and sexually mauled by my little blonde,
drunk-off-her-ass, glamour model wife.  Of course, you all know what she
was doing, but my dumb ass didn't even consider that her new found energy
came from coke that Krissy'd been sharing with her.  She even got her own
dealer and I was selfishly oblivious.

   It became seventh heaven for me, having developed a fetish for her
alcohol laced breath and the accompanying slurring.  In fact, I'd quit
bothering her altogether about her all night partying.  And in fact, I'd
begun to keep a bottle of Belvedere vodka on my night stand and have her
drink even more...  at least a shot or three, while I fucked her beautiful
drooling pussy.  She was insatiable.  I was fat dumb and happy.

   In another month or so, Andi came to me upset.  She had just dropped
under 100 pounds and her agent told her that next year's calendar shoot was
off, unless she got breast implants.  He said, "Andi, you're beautiful but
glamour models need more curves and you're just too skinny."

   She cried on my shoulder, while I comforted her.  It was true.  Once a
curvaceous 34C-23-33, she was now a little saggy 32B-22-32.  Andi wasn't
anorexic looking but fashion model thin, now.  At only 5'4", that wasn't
gonna cut it.  I agreed, for her career, that we'd just have to get her
some tits!  She was feeling much better with my support and we even had a
rare midday, sober, fuck session that left us both breathless.

   Andi's modeling assignments were just beginning to dwindle by the time
the surgery was scheduled.  She rationalized that it was her agent giving
her a break to rest, before the titty ferry came.  In reality, her modeling
career had come to a fork in the road, just a few short miles before a dead
end.

   Andi and I had, of course, discussed the size and everything, including
material and the shape of her new "babies" as she called them.  We agreed,
as did the doctor, that she'd be back to normal and even a little better
with about 400cc's of silicone added to each diminished breast.

   Enter...  the agent.  The manipulative bastard had an agenda...  a 600cc
agenda and intervened.  I told her not to listen to him, but he was able to
break down Andi's defenses, encouraging her, to the point of brainwashing,
that the upcoming calendar shoot was her most important gig, yet.  He
reminded her that, "This thing was almost cancelled." He reminded her it
was a solo calendar and would most certainly fail, if there wasn't
something spectacular to look at on every page.  In the end, he prevailed
upon her that the whole thing depended on blowing people's minds.

   I was against it.  Sure I'd allowed myself to behave somewhat depraved
for my own enjoyment.  But, I was really naive about the impending rabbit
hole before us.  I was truly in love with my beautiful, sexy wife and could
feel this was a bad idea, but he'd beaten me.  Andi's mind was made up.



   Andi Becomes a Stripper Pt.  02

   Andi had the surgery, indeed having had the 600cc high profile saline
implants installed.  They were fabulously big and round and awe inspiring,
but I couldn't help but think they were a big mistake.  I mean, once her
modeling ended (I figured in a few years or sooner) and teaching began,
she'd look ridiculous.  What principal would put her in charge of teaching
horny middle school kids?  Obviously she'd have to have them removed.  I
wasn't looking forward to that reality for just about every reason YOU can
imagine.  We used to have such a logical, cut-and-dried plan for our future
together.  Now, I was filled with trepidation, whenever I considered the
impending drama and the impact of all this.

   Andi was super excited, though.  She loved her new tits, her friend,
Krissy, loved her new tits, her agent loved her new tits...  hell, I loved
her new tits, too!  But, I knew they had come with a price exceeding
anything financial.  And it was hard at first, but I had to force myself to
quit thinking about all the negatives...  just go with the flow, day by
day...  for my own sanity.  For all practical purposes, I had to quit being
so practical...  nuts, I know!

   Though she'd had a fairly major surgery that brought her to an E/F cup,
her recovery was surprisingly quick and it had to be, because the calendar
shoot was two months later.  Andi was back to partying and staying out late
almost every night again.  I was amazed at her resilience, but unbeknownst
to me she'd had a lot of help with her recovery.  Her asshole agent had
impressed upon her the importance of following the doctor's prescribed
recovery regimen so she'd be ready for the shoot.  That regimen included
strong pain pills.  Now, I knew about them and really didn't dwell on it. I
mean, after all, they were certainly a necessity after such a procedure,
but I was unaware that she had refilled that prescription more than once
and continued to take them whenever she felt a tinge of pain.

   Well, the shoot went off great and I was invited to join my beautiful,
little, blonde wifey at the celebration banquet at a trendy, uber-posh club
downtown.  I was beside myself excited, because not only did I get the
chance to be known as 'her' husband, I got the chance to mingle with the
bevy of calendar hotties that also attended!  Let me tell you, it was the
largest group of the sexiest babes I had ever seen, let alone been around.

   Andi and I had taken a cab together, as did several of the other
attached models.  But several of the girls including Krissy had arrived
together in a stretch-limo, making for one helluva grand entrance.  Andi
excitedly squeezed my hand and I knowingly nodded, as she jumped up to join
her new 'friends'.  I was not under any false pretenses that Andi would be
by my side the whole evening.  This was their thing and I was simply
satisfied to be her 'plus-one'.

   Throughout the evening, Andi was flitting around the club with the other
girls and even made sure to come back to me often, proudly introducing me
to her friends and including me in the small talk and stories pertaining to
the photoshoot.  Apparently their were a lot of sexy outtakes that
certainly wouldn't make the published version, that I was going to get to
see in the near future.  Overall, it was as fantastic an evening as I'd
hoped.

   We drank and danced to the thumping music as a group and also one on one
until very late into the evening.  I was running out of gas, but Andi was
in her element.  She was very drunk and slurring her words badly by this
time and it was then that I first noticed something.  Andi had returned
from the powder room with a couple of the other girls giggling and
practically holding each other up.  I was really getting turned on, because
admittedly I enjoy seeing her like this for some perverted reason.  But
even in my inebriated state, I saw a trace of white powder under her nose
on her upper lip.  Immediately I knew, 'Holy shit!  She's doing cocaine!' I
thought, almost out loud.

   I had to get her out of there.  I certainly wasn't going to confront her
about it then and there in front of everyone, but I was truly gobsmacked.
One of her friends discretely pointed it out and she quickly dabbed it away
with her back to me.  Then she grabbed me to go dance some more.  Now, I
knew how she had so much goddamn energy.

   I forced myself to dance and have fun for the sake of her evening and
just watch her in action.  I excused myself after a couple more songs
admitting I needed a coffee.  Andi laughed, kiddingly, "Par'ry poooper! 
You go gedda cofffee, but bring me annozzer shot o' vo'ka!" I didn't argue,
hell, she was letting me into her sexy little world, even if she wasn't
completely honest about what she was doing in this fast little world of
hers.  I decided, we'd have plenty of time to discuss this later on.

   Well, we closed the joint and by the time we'd left and I'd hailed a
cab, I'd finished the evening with three cups of coffee.  Andi'd had
several more shots of vodka and was crushed!  Once outside, I noticed she
could barely walk and couldn't talk, but her eyes were radiant, slightly
crossed, but almost sparkling as she looked at me with a silly, longing
grin, likely trying to figure out how many of me there actually were.  I
helped her into the cab and she put her head on my shoulder.  I figured
she'd fall asleep like that before we got home, though she never did.  Her
eyes were glassy, unfocussed and open the whole way and for some reason,
I'd become hard as a rock!

   She never said another intelligible word the rest of the evening and
we'd fucked three times by the time the sun was up.  I'd been up all night
and uncharacteristically, as the sun rose, I drifted into a deep sleep
right next to her.

   When I awoke around noon, I'd heard her in the bathroom.  Apparently
she'd just gotten up.  I stretched, yawning, lying there and listening,
expecting to hear her throwing up.  But, she'd merely peed.  I'd heard her
fumbling through her purse and filling a glass of water, perfectly
consistent with dosing herself with headache medicine.  Then there was a
longish mostly silent pause and I heard two long deep sniffs, followed by a
couple more short wetter ones, as she cleared her throat.  I'm no cocaine
expert, but my lazy eyes shot wide open.  'Oh, my God!' I thought, unable
to finish the thought!

   She flushed the toilet and emerged from the bathroom.  I'd re-closed my
eyes, feigning sleep, as she crawled back into bed, snuggling up next to
me. I stirred and pulled her close to me.  Andi's hand slowly snaked down
between my legs, as my morning-wood grew even harder.  Taking me in her
hand, she 'stroked me awake'.

   "Good morning, baby," she said, hoarsely.

   I hummed, "Hmmm-morning, sexy."

   Andi pushed the covers down, climbing on top of me.  She sat, straddling
my hips with her wet pussy flush against the underside of my hard-on,
playing with the head, manipulating it against her clit.  I stared up at
her mesmerized by the wobble of her heavy, gigantic tits, as she ground
herself against me.

   "I'm horny.  Fuck me again, baby...' she drawled.

   I shifted my hips, as she raised and slowly lowered herself onto me
completely and began to rock.

   My hands were caressing and weighing her big round globes as she rode
me. "My God, Andi, you are a vision!" even with the dark circles under her
eyes.  "No headache?"

   "Nope!" with emphasis on the 'P'!  "Now fuck me, Daddy!" she said in a
fake babydoll voice.

   "Holy shit!  That's a new one!" I let go of her tits and began to fuck
up into her in earnest.  "I like that!" I added.  I struggled to hold back,
waiting for her to cum.  "Cum for me." I whispered.

   She closed her glassy eyes feeling every inch of me invading her depths
for the fourth time in a matter of hours.  I was concentrating on the ache
of my dick...  holding out for her, as we met each other's thrusts.  And
then it happened.

   "Oooohh, Gaawwddd!  I'm cumming...  I'm coming so hard for you, baby!"
she whined.

   As her body vibrated and convulsed on top of me, I blew my load into the
sexiest woman I'd ever seen in my life...  my wife.



   Andi Becomes a Stripper Pt.  03

   Frankly, I'm not sure what's going on with me.  It's been a few weeks
since the 'calendar party' and my idiotically belated realization that my
hot wife was doing cocaine.  I had resolved to discuss it with her, but for
some reason, I can't.  Enjoying Andi's drunken partying and even
encouraging her to drink for my own perverted pleasure is not good.  But
something darker in my psyche has awakened and likes this new development.
I guess I'm waiting for...  I don't know...  maybe, a bigger red flag.  I
know this is so stupid.  I know you're screaming at me to wake up and stop
the madness (please keep in mind that this is wholly fiction), but I also
know, I'm not ready to do that.  As hot as she is physically, this only
makes her hotter!  I catch her doing coke all the time now, but pretend not
to notice.

   The 'Blonde Beach Beauties' calendar just went on sale and is selling
well, they say.  I have a copy fastened to the side of my fridge, locked on
July!  Out of all the gorgeous models in the thing, Andi is easily the
slimmest and bustiest...  and to me the most beautiful.  I find myself
wondering all the time, whether she was under the influence of something in
that picture, and if something, what?

   At any rate, it had been weeks and she'd had no more modeling
assignments...  that just didn't compute with me.  I asked Andi about it
and she blamed her agent.  When I pressed her on it she admitted that there
was work to be had, but that she didn't like the jobs he'd proposed.  I
resisted the urge to probe deeper and went as far as to suggest that maybe
it was time to finish her schooling, ya know, get that degree.  Well, THAT
pissed her off to no end!

   "Michael!" she only called me Michael, when I was in trouble.  "I am
nowhere near done with this!  And, if you must know, the reason I've been
turning down jobs is because of YOU!" Her eyes were beady, shooting daggers
at me.

   "What!?  Baby, I don't understand.  I only -""

   She cut me off, "You wanna know why I'm not getting work?  It's because
I know you wouldn't approve!"

   "Approve of what?  More billboards, more magazine adds?  Babydoll, I
don't get it."

   "Michael!  It's because of these!" she said pointing to her tits with
her thumbs.  "These are big sexy tits!  When was the last time you saw a
billboard or a legit magazine ad with someone as stacked as me!?"

   I could certainly tell she was angry, but why the fuck was she directing
it at ME?  Now, I was pissed.

   "Fuck, Andi!  You and your asshole agent picked those out!  Not me,
goddamn it!" sensing I was digging my own grave I figured I had better keep
talking.  "I mean, I love them.  They're fantastic, but they would have
been almost equally fantastic, if we'd stuck to the original plan." I
defended myself.  "400's would have been -""

   She cut me off again, "Oh, I see how it is!" she was crying, now. 
"You're just like, Carl (the agent).  I have these ridiculous tits, because
I wanted them, huh?  No!  You fucking asshole!  I got them because I wanted
to be a good model.  I wanted that calendar job and so did you!...  and...
I didn't hear you complaining, when you first saw them!"

   "Babydoll, I'm not complaining, NOW.  I just..." Shit...  I knew what
was going on, now.  Fucking Carl!  That bastard knew all along what he was
doing.  Now, she was typecast, as a floozie.  The scumbag was going for
easy money, trying to book her in soft-core porn.  And, she was right.  I
wasn't at all inclined to approve!  "...I just...  want us to go back to
the way we were." She was crying her eyes out, now.

   I went to give her a hug, hold her, but she backed away, slapping at my
arms.  "I WANT to model and I'm doing it!  I don't care what you say!" She
grabbed her cellphone and stormed out of the room.

   'FFUUUCCKKK!' I murmurred to myself.  The more I thought about it, the
more I realized that this IS what she wanted!  I mean, she must have,
right? It was funny how I was reading her mind so much better, now.  She'd
picked a fight with me so she could stomp out and accept work that I
wouldn't approve!  Well, two could play that game!  Right about then, I
realized I had a boner.

   We didn't talk for a couple days.  She'd go out with Krissy or whoever,
come home late and I'd wake up in the morning with her back to me, as far
away as she could get without falling out of bed.  Ravishing me in the
middle of the night, high on whatever, had abruptly ceased.  I was more
than bothered.  If we couldn't go back to 'the way we were', I at least
wanted to rewind to the point, where she wanted me again.  So, I did what
most men would do...  I caved.

   It was a Saturday morning, where I decided to surprise Andi with a
perfect apologetic breakfast in bed that would rival Denny's.  When I woke
her, she stretched and smiled at me for the first time in days.  My haughty
little hottie actually said, "I accept your apology."

   We were finally talking again and she admitted that she wasn't sure she
could do the new assignments, proving...  though I was careful not to
acknowledge, that my supposition was right.  Against my better judgement, I
found myself encouraging her.  I even told her, "Hey, if you're nervous
about a particular shoot, have a drink or two first.  No one would have to
know...  Maybe it would take the edge off, ya know?"

   She was all but done with her breakfast, when she excused herself to the
bathroom.  As I was gathering the breakfast tray, I heard the familiar
toot-toot and knew she was getting high.  Undeterred, I took the tray to
the kitchen to clean up.  Moments later, Andi approached, wrapping her arms
around me from behind and whispered in my ear from her tiptoes, "Come back
to bed and fuck me, Daddy!"



   Andi Becomes a Stripper Pt.  04

   How far down will she go?

   Andi's modeling assignment calendar was finally filling up again.  Carl
had arranged for some photo shoots that were, indeed, more intended for an
adults-only audience.  I didn't like it, but Andi seemed happy with me and
her "career" again, so I relented.  I held out a sliver of hope that Andi
wouldn't be able to handle this "more risquÃ(C)" stuff and that maybe she'd
quit this thing.

   Fighting her on it all the time would just kill our relationship, and I
certainly didn't want that.  I loved her deeply and was, at the same time,
hopelessly infatuated with her physical beauty.  Hell, I didn't know if
another woman could even make me hard at this point.  I knew I'd just be
thinking of Andi for years to come, anyway...  regardless of whether I
decided to move on from all this...  this shit!  So, I stayed the course,
quietly hoping that enduring this time of tumult would be the thing that
eventually brought us back to domestic normalcy one day.  Damn it, I wanted
my cake, and I was gonna eat it, too!

   Andi had been out partying with Krissy and some others and came home
late, but early for her standards, because I was still up.  She was
obviously drunk and at least a little high, but she was crying.  She and
her friend had had it out.  Resentment and jealousy turned to some nasty
things being said between the two beauties.  Through sobs, Andi let me know
that she and Krissy were no longer friends.  She was a little too wasted to
coherently explain what had happened in any kind of detail.

   But she was obviously distraught.  They'd been inseparable through all
this "glamour" business.  Losing friends is never easy, so I just held her,
trying to be as comforting as I could, all the while thinking that this
could be it; the thing that could snap her out of this "glamourous"
nightmare.

   Eventually, Andi was able to get herself settled down after two more
shots of vodka and several "covert" bumps in the bathroom.  I needed to go
to sleep, so I turned her side of the bed down for her, for when she was
ready to flame out for the evening.  I hugged her again and kissed her
mascara streaked face goodnight.  I was beat and certainly wasn't expecting
sex.  She smiled weakly, told me she loved me and just looked at me,
through her glassy, bloodshot eyes...  Damn it, I was getting a boner and
she noticed it.

   Andi's smile grew wicked, and she stared right thru me with those fucked
up eyes.  She reached down between my legs and grabbed hold of my cock,
stroked it a few times and slurred, "FUKK me firs'.  Fuk my brai'z out,
Da'dy!" I swept her in my arms and rolled her over to my side of the bed
and swiftly mounted her missionary.  Andi was clawing my back, pulling me
down to her.  Fumes of booze escaped the panting mouth and I reveled in it.

   Something about it had me so fucking worked up, so fast, I had to stop
pumping to keep from cumming.  I withdrew and raised up, sitting back on my
haunches out of breath.  I have no idea what she knew or was aware of, but
she spun out from under me, reached out for the bottle of vodka on the
nightstand, and, from her knees, threw her head back, guzzling a shot.

   Then her panting, partially numbed mouth purposefully attacked mine! 
The kiss was sloppy, feverish and urgent.  The fumes coming out were
strong, threatening to burn out all the hair in my nose.  I knew I was
about to blow my load right there on the bed between my knees, when she
removed her lips from mine, as if coming up for air.  Then she guzzled
another shot.  Immediately, she attacked my mouth again!  I was deliriously
hot, huffing her booze fumes and it was obvious to me, she knew that.  When
she did it again, I did blow my load right there on the bed without being
touched!

   Andi laid back down, her legs spread and her head on her pillow.  She
stared at me more cockeyed than ever, slurring breathlessly, "Gennin' fukkd
up fer, Da'dy!" and unsteadily brought the bottle to her mouth with both
hands and upended it.  Gulping and choaking down as much as she could
before I yanked the bottle from her suddenly wilting, trembling hands. 
Sickly, I was already rock hard again.  I mounted her alcohol embalmed body
and proceeded to fuck the shit out of her, just like she asked.  By the
time I was done, Andi was comatose, but somehow, a silly smile was etched
across her streaked, booze sodden face.  What the fuck was wrong with me!?

   At that point the old Andi ceased to exist in my brain.  I had let her
corruption continue to this point, and it felt like a point of no return. I
wanted to go back in time and fix this, but at the same time, the futility
of that, made me give up fighting these new urges.  They consumed my
conscience.  That boozy breath, those fucked up glassy eyes, the slurred
speech, the way she struggled to keep her balance, and the way she wanted
me to fuck her obscenely sexy body senseless all fueled my urges.  I knew I
wasn't the same person anymore.  I knew, I wanted more!

   The next morning, er, I guess around noon, when Andi was waking up.  I
tried to talk with her, but she was in too much of a fog.  I heard her go
piss in the bathroom, then I heard the familiar long sniffs, which were
followed by a clearing of her throat, then a couple more snorts.  When she
finally emerged the fog had lifted.  When I approached her again, Andi was
already soaring!  "Baby, last night was awesome!  I gotta tell you, I love
it when I can smell booze on your breath!"

   "Then, c'mere, Daddy.  I probably still do." She sauntered towards me,
wrapping her petite little arms around my neck and and planting a
passionate "kiss" on me.  Yep, still boozy with a little "morning" stank
mixed in.

   "God, that makes me so, fuckin' hot for you, baby!"

   "I know, Daddy!  You fuck me so good, when I've been drinkin'.  I love
it when you fuck me when I'm drunk!"

   "I love it when you're fucked up, baby.  It's so fucking hot!"

   "Then hand me that bottle, and lets get me fucked up, again!" I had to
smile and as I was reaching for the vodka, Andi added, 'cause I love
getting fucked up for you Daddy."

   She chugged what was left in the bottle and we made out.  The fumes did
their thing to me and we fucked for another hour, before her made me go to
the liquor store to get more vodka.

   I wasn't gone for more than 30 minutes, but when I entered the bedroom
with a fresh new bottle, I was dumbstruck.  Andi had, somehow, showered,
fixed her pretty blonde hair and was dressed in the black vinyl lingerie
from one of her previous gigs, kneeling in the bed, openly snorting one
line after another!  My mouth fell open.  She smiled evilly at me and
ganked another, before asking me pointedly, "You like me to get high, too,
don't you, Daddy?"

   My cock threatened to tear though the zipper on its own!  I sat the
bottle down on the nightstand and approached her, "God, baby.  You've got
to be the sexiest woman alive!" We continued an encore performance from the
night before!

   Andi's first few shoots, during the coming weeks were to be softcore,
topless gigs.  Not exactly primo-spankrag material, but I was completely
onboard now.  Unbeknownst to Andi, I called the fucker, Carl, and told him
I wasn't an obstacle any longer.  I told him, that I thought Andi could be
a XXX star and that was now our goal!  The other end of the line was silent
at first.  Then, he chuckled and replied in a deep "Chicago mob-boss" kinda
voice, "That ain't no shit!"

   The first topless shoot went off without a hitch.  Andi had learned to
flaunt her assets without reticence or humility with the help of a lot of
intoxicants.  Andi was no longer a binger.  She was drinking and doing
coke, all day, every day from the moment she'd get up, now.  But, the
shoots were always scheduled either in the morning, or early afternoons,
before she'd be too-too fucked up.  I learned that Carl had explained to
both Andi and Krissy (and most certainly, all of his other "bitches"... 
er, eh, clients) early on, that being obviously blasted for photoshoots,
would have you unemployed in a heartbeat.

   But, he'd also encouraged a certain amount of swill, dope and blow, to
help with his pretty young clients' "nerves".  Actually, I knew it was so
they'd be easier to exploit!  This became crystal clear to me, when I
accompanied Andi to some of these first few little topless shoots.  Carl
was also adept at recognizing and firmly insisting they take whatever he
gave them before the cameras started clicking, for their own good (if they
showed up a little too tipsy; a couple hits of coke, little too high;
vodka).  Now, I knew how it all began.  What a sleazeball!  (My own
hypocrisy here is duly noted!) And, yes, I was taking notes!

   Anyway, the prime gigs went to the stunners, of course.  And, I'd seen
first hand on two occasions, where some chick showed up too far in the bag
for their looks.  In other words, "Rode too hard, and put up wet" for too
long, would get you gone real quick.  If you weren't hot AND willing, Carl
had no patience for you.  Luckily Andi was both and the camera loved her!

   Andi was high on more than life, knowing that she was gonna be a sexy
star, making really good money, posing topless in the sexiest clothes and
lingerie.  It lasted all of two weeks before, it was Andi, who wanted to
show more!  Carl had manipulated her directly and I capitulated at home,
more indirectly.  She was a hit with the agency and usually high enough to
believe anyone, who told her she could walk on water.

   I worked it out with Carl, that I would be her manager.  I'd quit my job
and cater to whatever and wherever he said Andi was supposed to be.  He
actually liked to idea, because he admitted what a pain in the ass it was,
dealing with "these bitches" most of the time.  The agreement was that he'd
deal with me regarding gigs.  Once I'd get her there, he'd handle the biz.
But, that he wanted to work on her a little more...  get her excited about
how awesome she was and that "nude" stardom awaited!  We both salivated at
the money she'd command doing full nudes and then, later, porn.

   Andi was oblivious.  She usually was, regarding most things anyway,
anymore.  Being loaded all the time was killing brain cells at a rapid clip
and turned her into an obedient submissive slut in record time!  Without
Krissy around, I was her go-to, chaperone, lover, her equally corrupted
husband.

   We were going at it hot and heavy; a late-night, after-party,
drunk-as-fuck, fuckfest, on another night, shortly after I'd sold my soul.
She stared at me with those telltale, glassy, fucked-up eyes, and a smile
crept across her face.  She wasn't too fucked up to talk at that point, she
just chose not to answer, verbally.  As she reached down with one hand to
massage my rapidly recovering dick, I told her she was gonna be a star and
offered to lay out two more fat lines of coke for her, since her
coordination was all but gone at that point.  The size of her smile
doubled, as she leaned against me, waiting, while I laid out two long fat
lines of coke.

   Then she spoke, "Al luv you, da'dy!  I'n gonna fukk you sooo, gooo'."
She ganked up both lines and, immediately, her expression went vapid. 
Steadying herself against the towel rack, she came back to me.  "Al luv
isss shit!  Gaah, I'n sooo fukkin' high, righ' now!"

   "And drunk," I added.  "Do another shot of vodka and kiss me, baby." She
stumbled out of the bathroom with me in tow, making her way to the
nightstand, put one hand on it to steady herself and gulped 2 or 3 more
slugs straight out of the bottle, smacked her pretty lips and gulped for
air.  I raised her to me, literally holding her up.  She still had a death
grip on the bottle, but nothing else was working very well.  I went in for
that kiss and was overwhelmed with lust as she forcefully exhaled,
slobbering all over my face.  I think her mouth was trying to find mine! 
The fumes nearly intoxicated me.  After another big rip from the bottle,
she repeated the process and I ejaculated between our pressed, sweaty
bodies.  Andi dropped the bottle and collapsed back on the bed.  Andi was
in heaven; wearing a fucked up smile and mumbling incoherently.  So, was I,
but certainly headed for hell.

   The seeds had been planted.  Andi, now, desperately wanted to show off
her nude wares in front of the camera.  With plenty of makeup, she looked
pretty much the same; hot as fuck, but dripping with horny lust.  Without
it, her looks were beginning to slip, even if just a little.  Puffy bags
under her eyes were constant, but still, mostly, concealable with enough
makeup.  Her look, though still sexy as hell, was hardening; no longer even
close to the hot, innocent, "girl-next-door", playboy model anymore.  A
bottle of vodka per day for past two months, along with everything else,
had ruined her ability to remember, think and judge things accurately. 
Andi was thinner than I'd ever seen her.  At 5'4", she now weighed 94
pounds, measured 30F-21-32.  On top of her other addictions, she was a
tan-aholic and her skin was a little too dry and baked, just like her
brain. The contrast with her completely colorless, platinum-blonde hair,
made it look amazing to me...  almost iridescent.  I fucking loved all of
it!

   She did only three nude shoots before Carl approached me with concerns.
Not being able to pass for the naked...  or even, slut-next-door had
affected her marketability.  He said a change would have to happen.  Either
she could lighten her tan, darken her hair and put on a few pounds to get
back to nude "glamour", or she could go the route of a fetish model.  The
correct thing to do would have been to get Andi reined in enough to
convince her that plan "A" was the best, most lucrative option.  I was
pretty sure, none of that would work and I told Carl, as such.  Carl
agreed. He said, "You've got yourself quite a little messed up little bitch
on your hands, there." I didn't say anything.  I knew he was right and,
frankly, I liked it that way.  I didn't ask much of her.  I didn't have to.
Andi and I were equally "into" her corruption!

   "Alright, then," Carl continued.  "I'll call Doc Johnson this afternoon.
From 600ccs to 1200ccs is sellable...  tits-on-a-stick, it is!  By the way,
can she dance?"

   "Sure, she can dance," I wasn't following.