On regular days, I purchased daring dresses and high heels for my work and skimpy clothes. I bought several batches of cocaine from my dealer. He was Chad. A friend from the university I attended who was also expelled but for a different reason: he was caught dealing drugs in the academy. Known by his street name, Rizz, he was popular among the ladies due to his attractive appearance and charm. Added to his charm was his bone-thin body. It was like the girls wanted to feed him with food and their genitals. In a nutshell, he looked like a typical drug dealer and addict.
These were two reasons I inhaled cocaine: euphoric pleasure and control of hunger. Maintaining my hourglass figure as much as possible was my intention. I only ate once a day—during dinner. Feeling and being bloated after every meal was something I despised. So, in this unconventional way, cocaine helped me keep this firm and flat stomach (but please do not imitate me). Millions of people would disagree with this unhealthy lifestyle of mine. But this worked for me. You could have your fast food and processed food. I could have my cocaine. We both lived in unhealthy ways, so better not judge my decision. Capiche?
Aside from snorting cocaine, I also smoked a cigarette and a vape and drank cases of beer. It was my daily diet. Beers filled my stomach, but for some miraculous reason, I never developed a huge stomach. I guess I was blessed with these genes.
At night, I played games in the casinos. Thousands of times I won, and thousands of times I lost. Cocaine sustained me more than food, for I ate very little. These illegal and sinful habits of mine continued for four months until I ran out of money. Out of desperation and need, I called my sister and begged for money. She was the only family member who talked to me. Out of pity, she sent me money through a remittance center, and I received it.
She even wrote in the note, "Please do not waste your money on unnecessary things. Spend this money wisely. Or else, I will stop sending money to you."
My sister Kaye knew about my gambling and drug addictions. So, when she said, "unnecessary things," she meant those things. I rolled my eyes. At this point, it was impossible for me to change for the better. In the corner of my bedroom, I opened my vault and put my money inside it and locked the vault. I slept in my bed. Tomorrow, at night, I would be working again.
At 9:00 am, I woke up. To maintain my lean figure, I walked and ran on a mini treadmill and lifted dumbbells. At 12:00 pm, I indulged in cocaine and drank a mug of black coffee as I watched a game show. In the game show, the players guessed the titles of the songs played by the band. Whoever guessed the majority of the titles correctly in all four rounds would win 1 million dollars. Each time a contestant guessed incorrectly, I cursed and called them stupid. Today, they only won 25,000 dollars. I shrugged and sipped my warm coffee. It's their fault they lost. At 4:00 pm, I watched an anime about a studious and socially inept girl who dated the handsome and popular guy on the campus.
At 4:30, I went to the market to buy ingredients for baked salmon. I picked up smoked paprika, lemon juice, lemon zest, lemon slices, garlic, honey, unsalted butter, pepper, salmon, and Italian parsley and put them all inside the cart. cart. As I lined up to pay for the ingredients for my food, several people, mostly jealous and insecure women, were whispering nasty words around me, saying degrading comments like:
"She's a whore."
"I heard she was kicked out from the university due to her sexual content on NightOwl."
"What a bad example for the youth. I shudder just thinking about the future of this generation."
My hands were shaking and I controlled my tears from falling. Refusing to let these stupid and judgmental people to think that their words hurt me, I ignored them, paid the cashier, took my change, and immediately walked as quick as I could and left the market.
At 5:00 pm I cooked my baked salmon and the rice I had at home. At 6:00 pm, I ate my dinner. I was satisfied with the flavorful meal I made and I washed it down with a diet soda. Later on, I showered, put on some provocative clothes for work, applied night makeup, and left my house. I rode a bus then disembarked from it and walked on the street.
At 7:00 pm, I waited on the hidden corner of a convenience store for a customer. He arrived, I climbed in his car, and he drove me to a seedy motel.
We wallowed in utter bliss in the motel room. With sultry kisses, we were engrossed with each other. His lips dampened my neck. His kisses were hot and enticing. I consumed his neck with the same fervent kiss. He panted to my wild seduction. Caresses stimulated our bodies and heightened our pleasured senses. In daring sensuous moments, we removed each other's clothes.
He skillfully and deliberately undressed me; he took each clothing particle slowly with his hands, leaving me craving more of him. Then he seduced my body with his fingers. I melted in his touch. He led me down the bed, and I eagerly anticipated for him to enter me. But with intense passion, he enticed me with his fingers. His electric and sumptuous touch made me let out a whimper of carnal joy. His cold tongue left wet trails on the folds of my thighs and expertly excited me. I laid him down and teased his length with my mouth. Soon, we pleased each other in heated and an ardent closeness in different positions united as one.
After we explored each other's bodies, we showered separately, so I could avoid further intimacy with this stranger. He showered first, then I showered after him. He was dressed as soon as I left the shower.
"That was a good fuck," he exclaimed.
"Yeah, it is," I nodded in agreement. It really was great sex despite the fact that this customer of mine was far from handsome. He was skinny and not in a good way. His hair was old-fashioned and short, with one side pomaded upward, and he had a moustache that didn't fit his facial features. He looked like an old comedian to me. To add, his ears had some earwax. He was disgusting.
"Here's your money," he proudly uttered as he paid me. The money was a hefty amount. Suddenly, he was exceedingly handsome to me. I peppered his face with kisses.
"Hey, don't fall in love with me," he warned me. "You are just a prostitute."
Disregarding the cruel and offensive remark, I smiled and happily replied, "Of course, I won't! Thank you so much, sir!"
He told me that I was welcome.
I didn't even know his name. But he made me extremely happy that night.