© 2022, All rights reserved -- mimaster
'The Avengers' discover all about Brandi.
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Thursday Morning, May 22nd -- DAY 7
"Hi Kal," Maggie said cheerfully, the microphone in her Mini Cooper picking up her sexy voice as she drove into the city.
She'd just dropped off the kids at school and was making the commute to the office. It was still new to her, driving in to work from an entirely different direction. She'd yet to master any alternative routes or side streets that would get her there more quickly by instinct when she'd hit heavy traffic. She had to rely on the GPS on her phone for that. But at least it connected through a USB cable, an Android Auto app showing the map on her larger than seemed necessary screen on the dashboard. The app also made making and receiving phone calls much easier, the direct connection of the cable more clear that just pairing the phone via bluetooth.
She'd had the windows down and the music cranked up as she flew down the 405, but she had to change both when she got the call. Hitting the button on the steering wheel, she greeted her friend. She'd left the house before Kalinda and Billy came up from the pool house. She figured the call was just to touch base on the plans for the day. Instead it was more a call to action.
"Defcon 1, Maggie."
"What!"
"Are the kids still with you?"
"Uh... no. I dropped them of twenty minutes ago. I'm on my way to the office. What's going on?"
"This just got bad. Real bad."
"What's going on!?"
"Bill and I are on our way to you. You need to clear some time for us this morning so we can go over what we found out."
"The fingerprints?"
"Yeah. We know who she is. Well, who she used to be. It's pretty convoluted. We'll be there in an hour, depending on traffic."
"Then add a half-hour. It's bad today."
"Is Alex there?"
"He's in court. He won't be there until early this afternoon."
"Is his afternoon free?"
"No, but it's going to be. I'll clear his schedule."
"Don't. We'll brief him when he comes in. We're formulating a plan, but we need you and him to maintain your regular schedule. Do not deviate."
"How would they know? The trackers are on the cars, not on us."
"Maybe. We're not taking any chances. This just got serious."
"Okay, okay. I'll see you soon."
"Yeah. Drive safe."
The call disconnected, and Maggie thought about the last thing Kalinda had said. "Drive safe. You
say that after
you get me all freaked out!"
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Thursday Morning, May 22nd -- DAY 7
Christina could still feel the residual effects of the drugs that had been flowing through her veins for almost all of the previous day. The wax she'd smoked seemed like a distant memory. In truth, she knew she wouldn't be taking any more for the foreseeable future. She could envision a day when she'd go back to using it exclusively. At least that's what she dreamed about doing. She just hoped to survive the experience she was in the midst of.
She'd moved on to more serious recreational narcotics. Illegal ones, with far more concerning side effects. The most troubling of those being that both of the 'party drugs' she was partaking in were highly addictive. After testing the waters with her first ever sampling of heroin, she allowed that to work its way through her body, eventually sleeping it off after a rather incredible lesbian encounter with Brandi.
Waking up, the two partners in sexual debauchery reported for their shift at the strip club, where being much more than just eye candy was part of the job description. Christina was able to pace herself better, taking less cocaine each time she'd been able to coerce a man to join her for a VIP lap dance. But with her erotic looks, athletic prowess on the pole and stage, and her glowing Queen of spades tattoos illuminated by the various black lights hanging around the club, she was the most popular dancer among the predominantly black male crowd. That meant many more opportunities to indulge in the nose candy, before offering them the thing they craved most. Her body.
While at the club, she pretty much exclusively sold them her pussy. She gave a few blowjobs to the more timid, or those low on cash. Her tight, shapely ass cost premium dollars. She knew, even with her limited experience, that black men lived for anal. Even more so if that ass happened to belong to a white babe that was into BBC. Because of the pricing structure, her pussy had seen the majority of cock that invaded her hard, toned body.
She'd been with a total of seven different men during her eight hour shift, fucking five of them. The other two got her mouth. All of them did a line of coke with her; the prerequisite for being able to have sex. That meant she'd done seven lines herself. And while they were shorter and thinner than what she'd done the previous day, having learned her lesson, there was still the accumulative toll. They were pretty well spaced out, which meant she was snorting blow every forty-five minutes on average. By the end of the shift when she was announced the defending champion of the Star Stripper of the Shift award, she was so wasted she didn't realize she didn't get to pick the person that would fuck her on stage. DJ the DJ did the honors, selecting himself.
Christina didn't care. It was just another thick load from another black men blasted into her pussy. She'd become the cum dumpster Brandi had alluded to. And there would be plenty more where that came from. They'd gotten back to the motel room, giving themselves just enough time to shower as a way to prepare for their party guests. Well, not just shower. They also got ready by getting lit up with heroin a second time. Christina paid close attention, knowing Brandi had given her a slightly larger dose. She didn't say anything, more intrigued by the process itself.
Watching her cook the drug on a spoon, she came to the conclusion that she'd been lied to again. There was no way that some twelve hours before was her friend's first time doing the drug. She even dismissed the notion that Brandi had learned by doing it to previous girls; the loaded syringe she'd been threatened with the first time she'd been in a ratty motel with her coming to mind. She made the process seem too smooth. It looked like it was something she did all the time.
As much as she hated to admit it, fucking on H was electric. The constant attention from the gangbang, never going more than a couple of minutes without a huge cock thrusting inside at least one of her holes; it was like she was the most popular amusement park ride at the theme park. Except the slut on the bed next to her was getting ridden just as often. It was such a difference having ten men in the room. Indeed, the ratio was better, and the party lasted longer.
She didn't bother counting orgasms. Hers, or the ones that she caused. She was just there, soaring as she rode the dragon. Hydra, as she'd heard Brandi call it under her breath. That was yet another reason she knew the slutty blonde on the left bed was accustomed to the drug. She had a ready nickname for it, and compared it to the dangerous fire-breathing reptile that roamed the skies. It was an apropos moniker if ever she'd heard one. She felt like Daenerys Targaryen aboard Drogon, feeling the power and euphoria flowing through her.
Laying on the mattress, her body finally coming down off the numerous substances she'd taken, she tried to sleep. She was tingling and throbbing all over. With her eyes closed it still felt like dozens of hands were touching her. Her cunt would spasm, unhappy with the emptiness, wanting to be stretched again by a nameless, faceless cock. She could say the same for her gaping ass, cum leaking from her lower body, covering the sheets. She lay in that growing pool of sperm, uncaring. She needed rest and it was elusive. She felt the bed move, Brandi snuggling up against her.
"You can't sleep either?"
"I'm high. I still feel like I'm plugged in to an electrical socket," she whispered in the darkness, even though it was early morning. The sun had already come up.
"Do you need to cum?"
"I need to sleep."
"Wax? It'll relax you."
"Yeah... what the fuck, why not? Maybe this afternoon you can get me hooked on meth."
"We'll get through this, Chris. I promise."
"Not sure how you can say that. I'm already looking forward to the next ride on Hydra."
"You heard me say that?"
"Don't lie to me Brandi. I'm doing this. I'm
your partner
in this. I'm the reason you're having to do it. But please don't treat me like I'm an idiot."
"I don't understand," Brandi panicked, thinking she'd let her guard down too easily.
"This
was not
you're first time shooting heroin. Be honest with me. Gerard has made you do this before, hasn't he!?"
With Christina giving her an out, she took it, even though she didn't like the way it would make Gerard look. It was her own fault for using him as the bad guy in her plot, and yet she knew she had to double down.
"Yes. More than I care to say, so please don't make me tell you more than that."
