I stare at my reflection. The black, strappy babydoll dress. The scrunchie in my hair. The knowledge I’m wearing nothing else.

Apparently, I’m really doing this.

On my bedside table: my phone, an AirPod case, a cut-down McDonald’s straw, and a line of cocaine. A cheeky party starter. Phase one was easy. Send the message. Phase two… we’ll see.

My finger hovers over the screen.

“You about?”

I hit send, leaving a faint print of sweat on the glass. His reply is instant.

“15 mins?”

“Make it 30.”

Phase one, complete.

I pick up the straw and bring it to my right nostril. The line disappears in a half-breath, which I hold, pinching my nose. I exhale, then inhale again sharply. It hits fast. Everything becomes sharper. Colder.

Ready for phase two.

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I slide an AirPod into my left ear and hear her voice. Dani. My oldest friend.

“Hey, Kitty Kat. How’s my favourite little coke fiend?”

I laugh, already smiling.

“I cannot believe you talked me into this, Dani.”

“You keep telling yourself that.” A grin in her voice. “Hoe!”

I smirk, rolling my eyes.

“How many times have you thought about it, Kat? Be honest. If you actually had any panties on right now, they’d be soaked.”

She’s right, and we both know it.

“How long before he gets there?”

“Anytime now.” I head to the kitchen, pulling the Absolut from the freezer.

“How you feeling, babe?” she asks.

I pour past sensible. “Like an idiot who’s about to do something very stupid with her best friend’s encouragement.”

“I love you, Kat,” she laughs.

I knock back the vodka in one go, the icy liquid washing the metallic taste from my throat. An involuntary sniff catches Dani’s attention.

“Vodka and cocaine? Oooo, Kitty Kat, someone’s about to give some good head.”

A thought crashes into my mind. My ponytail yanked hard, forcing me to my knees, a fat cock ready to fuck my wet mouth. My clit pulses. I shake my head, smiling. Fuck, I love this woman.

“You are so fucking hot for doing this, Kat. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

“What you wearing?” I ask her.

“A smile.”

I blow her a kiss and grin. I feel buzzy, my palms lightly glazed.

Then I hear his familiar knock. Three quick taps. I take a deep breath.

“I can’t believe you’re in my head,” I say.

“Play your cards right and I won’t be the only thing in your head,” she replies.

I bite my lip, suppressing a laugh.

“What you wearing?” she asks.

“You already know that.”

A soft giggle. “Yeah. I just like hearing you say it.”

I walk to the door, past some photos on the wall. One is of my husband, Michael, with Dani, taken at Christmas a few years back. I briefly remember the events of that night. How things blurred. That’s why it’s there. That’s why we’re here.

Another knock.

“Big smile, Kitty Kat. Tits and teeth,” she whispers in my ear.

I press my lips together, barely holding back a grin, and open the door.

Bobby. My dealer for the last six months or so. Bloodshot eyes, a goofy grin, and deodorant that is both overpowering and still unable to mask the smell of skunk.

“S’up?” he says.

“Invite him in. Let him know Mikey is away.”

“You look tired, Bobby. Or just high already?” I tilt my head, smiling. “Come in. My husband’s away. We can actually smoke inside for once.”

“Nice.”

He steps past me into the living room. He’s 6ft comfortably, yet appears to be wearing the jeans of a person at least 2ft taller. His presence makes my palms feel slicker.

I walk to the kitchen, grab the Absolut and two clean glasses, and return to see him already rolling a joint. His eyes linger a little longer this time. Almost like he’s actually just noticed what I’m wearing.

“You look like you are heading to a party or something?” he says in a way that is more statement than question.

“No, sometimes it’s just nice to dress up,” Dani whispers.

I repeat this.

His eyes drop to my breasts and then lower to the hem sitting high up my thigh. “You look fit in that dress, you know,” he says.

Dani laughs. “I can see why you like this guy, Kat. Such intellect.”

I grin quickly as he reaches into his pocket, pulls out a neatly folded piece of paper, and hands it to me.

“3.5g. For you, one forty.”

“Oh, little Kitty Kat gets a discount? Ask if he gives other people discounts.”

“Thank you, Bobby. I’m sure you say that to all your clients.”

“Not really. Depends, innit.”

“Oh? Depends on what?” Dani asks.

“Depends on what, Bobby?”

He grins. “If they are hot, innit.”

“Ask him if he thinks you’re hot, Kat.”

“Oh, so you think I’m hot, then?”

He stares at my body, with no attempt to hide why.

“You’re fucking fit, Kat.”

His glance returns to my face, and his eyes narrow ever so slightly.

“You keep that in all the time?” he says, motioning to my ear.

I shake my head.

He laughs. “You ain’t on a call, tho.”

My heart stops, and a wicked thought consumes me.

“What if I am?”

I hear Dani inhale. “Oooh. Kitty Kat!”

“Fuck!” he laughs. “Who is it? Your husband?”

“No.”

“Then?”

“A friend.”

“Can they hear us?”

I walk to the table, take the second AirPod from its case.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?”

He looks at me, unsure at first. I take the joint from his hand, take a pull, exhale the smoke, and drop the AirPod in his hand.

“Come on, Bobby.”

He takes the joint back from me, takes another pull, and places the Pod in his ear.

“Hey, Bobby,” I hear Dani say.

He smiles. “Hello, Kat’s friend.” I watch his face, his youthful confidence. It both impresses and excites me.

“I’m Dani. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Bobby. Now we are all together, Kat, why don’t you tell Bobby what you really want to do?”

“Or…” a soft laugh, “should I tell him for you?”

My pulse hammers in my throat. I look at Bobby, and my chemical confidence peaks.

“Tell him,” I breathe.

Dani’s voice drops in both our ears.

“Bobby, Kat doesn’t want to buy the wrap. She wants to pay for it with her mouth.”

Bobby’s response is muted, almost like this isn’t the first time he has been offered such a proposition. A grin, followed by another sweep of his eyes over my body, calculating if what he sees is worth the price. At least, that’s how I interpret it, and it adds at least another 10 bpm to my heart rate.

I sink slowly to my knees on the living-room carpet, the short black dress riding up my thighs, and reach for his belt. The AirPod stays snug in my ear while Dani’s breathing grows a little quicker.

“Go on, Kitty Kat. Take it out. Show him how grateful you are for the chance.”

Bobby watches, joint smoking between his fingers, as I unbuckle him. The heavy material sinks quickly downward. His boxer shorts follow, freeing his cock. It’s already half-hard, thick, and heavy in my hand. I wrap my fingers around the base and look up at him.

“Please, Bobby?”

“Please, what?” he asks, not breaking eye contact with me.

The rush hits me before the words even form.

“Please, can I suck your cock, Bobby?”

“On one condition. Pull your dress down.”

A tiny pool of sweat forms in my lower back.

“Ooo, Bobby! I like you!” comes through the pod.

I pull at the material, and my breasts fall out.

“She’s got a great rack, huh, Bobby?”

He doesn’t reply, but his hands grope me roughly, his fingers twisting my aching nipples.

I lean in and run my tongue slowly up the underside, swirl it around the head before taking him into my mouth.
Dani’s voice stays low. “Mmm, look at you, on your knees for a hit. Show him how bad you want it, Kat.”
I obey, pushing forward until my nose brushes his stomach. Bobby groans, his free hand sliding into my ponytail and gripping tight.
He takes another lazy pull on the joint, exhales toward the ceiling. “Jesus Christ, she’s good at this.”
“She’s a born coke whore, Bobby,” Dani teases. “Tell me, Bobby, you really gonna let her pay for the wrap with just a blowjob? Seems like you’re doing yourself out of a proper deal.”
I whimper all over his cock, the words sending a fresh rush of lust through me. My head bobs faster, my cheeks hollow as I suck harder. Bobby’s grip tightens in my hair. “What you saying, then?” he asks.
“I’m saying,” Dani continues, “that pretty married pussy of hers is right there under that dress. She’s not even wearing any panties, Bobby. Blowjobs are for a gram, but 3.5? That’s pussy, Bobby.”

He yanks at my ponytail, and my mouth slips off his cock, making a filthy noise.

“Come here,” he says, pulling me up by my hair.

He drops down onto the sofa as I stand on shaky legs, yank the hem of my dress up to my waist, and climb onto his lap. I straddle him, knees on either side of his hips. His cock, slick with my saliva, nudges against my pussy.

Dani’s breathing is ragged now. “Slide down on him, Kat. Let me hear you take every inch.”

I reach between us and sink down in one long, smooth motion. The stretch makes me cry out as Bobby fills me completely.

“Oh my God,” I gasp.

Bobby’s hands grip my ass, guiding me as I start to roll my hips.

Dani’s heavy breathing fills my ears as I place my hands on his shoulders and begin bouncing fast. My ponytail swings wildly, and every time I push down, Dani moans louder in my ear.

Dani pants. “I’m gonna come just listening to you get railed.”

Bobby thrusts up to meet me, grunting. “Keep talking like that, and I’m not gonna last.”

Dani laughs. “Then fill her up, Bobby. She’s earned it.”

The words push me over the edge. My hips slam down hard as my orgasm crashes through me. I cry out, my pussy clenching tight around Bobby’s cock, my thighs shaking as I grind down.

Dani moans approvingly in my ear. “That’s it, Kat. Come all over his cock.”

Bobby groans beneath me, his hands slapping and groping my ass. I keep riding him, slower now, falling forward. His rhythm breaks. He bucks up into me, then buries himself deep with a low grunt. “Oh fuck!!”

I feel his cock jerk as he starts to come, thick pulses flooding my pussy. Dani’s breathing is frantic now, and she finally lets herself go. For a few long seconds, the room is filled with heavy breathing, Dani’s soft, satisfied whimpers in our ears.

Bobby relaxes under me, his hands sliding up my sides. “Damn, that was some freaky shit.”

I lift myself off him slowly, feeling his cum start to leak down my thigh. My legs are jelly. I rearrange my dress, fully aware of how wrecked I now look.

Bobby stands and raises his shorts and jeans. “Best deal I’ve ever made,” he says with a lazy grin. “Yo, Dani. You ever this way, we should hook up. Kat, you want that deal again, you let me know.”

He hands me the AirPod and walks to the door.

The house feels suddenly quiet. I slump onto the sofa. My legs still don’t feel steady.

“Dani,” my voice hoarse.

“Yeah, babe?”

“I’m a bad person, Dani.”

“You just need a top-up, babe. Where’s the wrap you just earned?”

“Can you please try and be serious?”

“Kitty Kat, I just helped you cheat on my brother, and you’re the bad person? I’m several degrees worse.”

It doesn’t help.

“I don’t remember you feeling this way the last time you strayed.”

“That was different. This didn’t mean anything. Bobby was just a prop.”

“So what was I?”

I glance toward the wall, at the photo.

“You know what you were.”