Lori held up her phone and snapped the selfie as she sat in her tiny room in the apartment she shared with 2 other girls.
“Thanks baby, I love them!” she added and then sent the message to the guy that had given her the two heart shaped nipple jewelry.
She hated them of course, she hated everything about her life, but there was nothing she could do about it. She’d been well on her way to becoming a city councilor, she had the backers, she had the support, and she had the smarts to get it done.
What, it turned out, she didn’t have, was protection from the mob.
She’d been running on an anti-corruption, anti-crime platform which obviously didn’t sit well with the organized crime families of the city, but she hadn’t cared. She had the support of the police, both local, state, and she’d assumed that would be enough.
She knew now that she had been very wrong.
Once her polling numbers got high enough that it was likely she was going to at least be a real threat to the established candidate, the mob had decided to take action.
They’d compromised her campaign manager, her best friend from college, Tabitha, with drugs and an affair. Once they had their in, they gave Tabitha a drug to start feeding her in her coffee.
At fist she didn’t notice anything, but after a week or so, she’d started to get horny. And not just a ‘I need some time with my favorite dildo’ kind of horny, but a ‘I need a real dick in me’ kind.
Which of course was doubly strange as she was a hard core lesbian.
She’d held out as long as she could, but eventually the damn broke and she took the first opportunity to cheat on her girlfriend that she could.
Which was exactly what the mob had wanted and conveniently placed a handsome, willing man in her path. He’d provided them all the material they needed to destroy her political career.
They didn’t, at least not right away. Instead, she found out later, they’d increased the dosage. They’d kept their plant close, and she’d sucked and fucked him more times in those few weeks than she’d ever even seen a dick. But even that wasn’t enough, eventually he wasn’t there when she needed it, and she’d started banging random guys.
It didn’t take long for one of those guys to leak their fling to the press, and then things went straight to hell. The mob released all the pictures they had, her girlfriend left her, all of her campaign staff left, and she had to drop out of the race.
It was then that Tabitha told her out the betrayal, but also that it was only going to get worse.
The drug was highly addictive, but the mob would provide her with it only if they followed their instructions to the letter.
Tabitha had handed Lori a folder with several sheets of paper inside, the first was a series of steps to basically sell off everything she owned and move into a small apartment on the other side of the city.
The second was a detailed list of fashion and makeup rules that she had to follow.
The last was a strict physical appearance guide, including three separate plastic surgeries she was to get.
She’d tossed it across the room and stormed out, Tabitha’s calm voice telling her that she’d have it for her when she wanted it.
Lori lasted three days before the shakes became too much and she’d crawled back to Tabitha and apologized.
And so here she was, her first surgery complete, and being whored out to some of the same men that she’d promised to put in jail.
“Ah! Ah! God yes fuck me! Fuck me hard!” a scream came from the room next door, it was Tabitha being fucked by one of her regulars.
Her ex-girlfriend resided in the third room, or at least usually did, she was in recovery from a second round of plastic surgery that the mob had put her through just the other day.
Lori’s phone beeped and she checked the reply that had just come in, “They look great, can’t wait to see them in person, be there in an hour.”
She sighed but texted back some heart emoji, then got up and headed towards the kitchen.
She opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, her lips quivering as she undid the cap and took a sip. As the water flowed down her throat she felt a wave of relief come over her as the drug laced liquid would soon give her what she needed.
Or at least would get her ready for what she needed, as what she really needed was a good fucking, and the drug made any fucking a great fucking.
