Brian wandered the streets searching for nothing in particular one night. He wondered through the bad part of town that was known for its whores and pimps but he did not feel threatened. This type of seedy underground life was nothing new to him; he had spent a troubled youth in areas like this. At the end of the street he walked on to a group of people who stood talking, some looking his way. Probably street walkers looking to make some money tonight, he thought.
"Hey sugar," one female came up to him and greeted. "Wanna have a good time tonight?"
Brian wrestled with his conscience for a second but the devil in him won. "Sure, what did you have in mind?"
"We offer the sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll life. Anything you want, anyway you want it, that's the way you can get it."
"Sounds good, is it in there?" Brian asked pointing towards a door in an alley.
"Yea, come on and I'll show you what we have to offer."
Brian followed the somewhat haggard looking slut through the door. Everything was dimly lit with multi-colored pulsating lights. Brian's eyes had to adjust to the setting, when they did he saw the room had people everywhere like a drug infested orgy. He knew he might regret this later but tonight Brian was just going to live in the moment and what he wanted now. Right now he wanted to get high and get laid.
The whore broke into his thinking, "Make yourself at home sugar, you'll pay the person, or people, you're obtaining things from."
"Thanks," Brian responded. He stepped further into the room and looked more intently at what was going on around them. Everyone freely did as they wished, doing all sorts of drugs and experimenting with various and wild sexual positions. He found a girl that didn't look too busy so he walked over to her.
"Hey what can I help you with?" the woman asked.
"I need a good joint and some good pussy. Do you know where I can find that?" Brain asked acting casual and cool.
"Right here baby," she smiled. "By the way my name's Roxy." She began pulling out the joint and lighting it.
Brian smiled then sat down. He took a hit and old feelings began accompanying old memories. "How much do I owe for what I want?"
"I don't know but we'll discuss it after we're through," she replied sassy like. She slid over closer to him to place a hand on his thigh and rubbed.
After a few hits on the joint Brian began feeling the affects of the weed, his tolerance had gotten pretty low over the years. He looked over his present companion who called herself Roxy. She was tan, a little on the thick side, dirty blond but all around easy on the eyes. She wore black stilettos with a black suit which had a short tight skirt. A low cut lacy red shirt was under her jacket showing a deep long line of fleshy cleavage. His eyes wandered over her face at the fully painted red mouth until he reached her hazel eyes. She was staring back at him with a raised brow which made him smile.
"If you think one joint and a long look at who gave it to you is cheap you have another thing coming. I'll make it worth more than your while if you'll tell me what you want," Roxy spoke saucily.
Brian's functions were slow as he comprehended what she was telling him. He took her hand that was on his thigh and placed it on his penis. "Make it hard and then fuck it," he demanded slowly.
