“Please… please… don’t make me go out there like this…” Francine begged as she sent the selfie and message to Tom.
“Quit stalling… either get out here, or just get out.” was all he sent back and a shutter went through her at the threat.
She let out a whimper, then put her phone down and headed up to the rooftop pool where Tom’s party was already underway.
She would have given almost anything to just leave, to leave it all behind, but that would have meant leaving it behind as well.
A shiver of pleasure ran through her just thinking about the tiny vial of white powder that trapped her there. She was addicted, she knew it all too well, and there was no point to try and reason with Tom, he was getting everything he wanted, if maybe a little slower than he would have liked.
That wouldn’t last much longer though, each hit of the drug she took made changes to her, both mind and body. Her tits were at least two cup sizes bigger now, her ass rounder, her lips fuller, her hair longer and smoother.
Her mind worked slower now, especially the longer it had been since her last fix. It wasn’t just slower either, she found it hard to concentrate on important things… or things she used to consider important. Focusing on sex… that was getting easier and easier each time.
And her body reacted to it stronger and stronger after each dose as well.
She made it to the elevator and headed up a single floor to the roof and walked out into the bright mid-day sun. There were dozens of women on the rooftop, outnumbering the men at least three to one.
Some of the girls hung around in groups of two or three, others hung off the arms of the men, and a half dozen conjugated around Tom.
She recognized some of the girls, others were new to her, and some were just new period.
She wanted to run over to those and yell at them to run away, but they already had multiple other girls surrounding them. It was easy to pick them out, so innocent, so thin and insecure standing around the buxom bimbos that surrounded them.
It had been her just a few months ago, invited up to an exciting party, encircled by gorgeous women all touting the drug that made them the envy of all that saw them. She’d taken her first hit a few hours after arriving and things had progressed now to the point she was one of Tom’s live-ins.
The live-ins were like her, well on their way, but not quite yet there. Tom said they needed more attention, but even her addled mind could tell it was for control. Making sure some other dealer didn’t swoop in at the last minute and steal them out from under him.
She made her way over to Tom and presented herself, he gave her ass a slap and nodded in approval, “’bout time.” he said.
She whimpered and moaned as his hand squeezed her ass and generally treated her like a peice of meat hanging beside him. Then it got worse.
“Ah, there he is…” Tom said, pointing across the pool at a man with two fully stacked bimbos on each side of him.
Her gaze fell on the man and she gasped just as Tom continued, “…you’re his for the day. Get over there and make sure he fucks you before he leaves. Don’t care what you have to do to make it happen, don’t care how he ends up fucking you, just get it done.”
Tom then pulled a small white vial from his pocket and handed it to her, “You’ll get another one only if he gives you a good review, got it?”
She snatched vial, quickly opened it and inhaled it, before nodding and walking away, her head in the clouds and her pussy desperate for attention.
Though she doubted it would get much, she’d recognized the man instantly, a well known director. She’d auditioned for him a year ago but rejected the “casting couch” offer he’d made and he’d blacklisted her across the industry.
She might have accepted it if it had been… normal. But he had no particular interest in normal and had insisted on using her back door.
Francine arrived just as he shoo’d away the two girls that were fawning all over him, his eyes never leaving her body as she approached.
“Hi! giggle It’s so good to see you again!” she enthused, the effects of the drug really kicking in.
He grinned predatorily and wrapped his around around her waist, his hand coming to rest on her ass, “Good to see you too… Francine? Right?” he asked
She giggled and cooed as he squeezed her ass cheek, then nodded, “Yeah!”
He nodded, “Well, you don’t mind if I call you Fanny do you?” he asked and gave her ass a couple light swats.
“Oh my god baby, you can totally call me anything you want, just, like as long as you don’t call me late for my audition! giggle“
“That’s great. You know Tom gave me the code to his place… you know… in case I wanted to do any auditions while I was here. What do you say we head down and see if you’ve learned how to audition properly yet?”
They walked towards the elevator and her head was swimming in pleasure, and she could feel the warmth in her tits, ass, and lips, letting her know the drug was already working on them.
But all she could think about was what part she was auditioning for? Trophy wife? Bimbo mistress? Slutty personal assistant? Backroom anal whore? Or just a one night stand?
With the drug running through her all she could hope was that it was for whatever part got her fucked more often.
