Jill Barnes paced nervously on the front porch of her large secluded suburban home near Dallas. In one hand, she sipped a margarita, while she smoked a cigarette with the other.
Music from the party blasted through the house and into the back yard, and, from the TV room downstairs came loud sounds from a group watching a college football game, the final game of the 1990s, Ole Miss against Oklahoma. It was New Year’s Eve, 1999, and her husband Ken had been a little afraid of the Millennium bug, so he had decided to keep things at the house and have a party. Many of their neighbors were in attendance, and almost all of Brad and Elaine’s friends. Brad had a couple of his frat buddies from SMU, where he was a freshman, and Elaine had her high school friends. Ken had also invited some of his subordinates, golf buddies and people he attended Dallas Cowboys games with, and most of them had shown up. But Jill really wasn’t comfortable with Ken’s friends, because all they talked about was sports, hunting and fishing and other manly pursuits, and the wives were all stuck-up society bitches going on endlessly about things that she had absolutely no interest in.
“Come on,” she said out loud to the night. She recalled her phone call from an hour or so earlier. She had been impatient for him to answer, as the phone rang three times before a man answered.
“Yo, whassup,” Richie Castilla said into the phone.
“Hey, baby, this is Jill; Happy New Year!” she said.
Richie grinned when he heard the seductive voice on the other end. “Well, you been scarce lately, girl. Still lookin’ good? What can I do for you this fine evening?”
“Baby, I’m bored and I’m without,” Jill said. “My husband’s having this big end of the millennium party for a bunch of his friends, and for the kids and their friends, and I need some sugar to make it right. I’m going crazy.”
“I’m hip,” Richie said. “Let’s see if we can get you fixed up.” Then he took Julie’s order and they agreed on a price, then he asked when she could pick it up.
“Well, the deal is, that since my DUI, I’m a little shaky about driving, especially at night, and especially this night,” Jill answered. “You think you could bring it out? I could make it worth your while.”
“You know that’ll cost you, honey.” Richie said, as his groin began to tighten. It would cost her, all right. He looked over at his friends, Brent and Ted, who were sitting on the sofa in Richie’s apartment. They had been planning on going to the clubs to celebrate the New Year, but this new development put an interesting twist on things. “OK, I’ll be over about an hour.”
Richie made a snap decision; he knew how they’d spend New Year’s Eve. They’d spend it getting high and fucking Jill Barnes. They’d save themselves the trouble and the expense of going to the clubs to pick up their evening’s lay. Richie went to his safe and pulled out a sizable quantity of his commercial cocaine and bagged it up for Jill, then broke into his special stash, the one he kept just for his ladies. It was some of the purest, sweetest Peruvian flake on the market, and it was guaranteed to please. Women had never failed to go wild and to go for hours on this stuff. He broke out a good quantity and funneled it into a small vial. Richie was Jill’s supplier for drugs, cocaine mostly, and he had quickly made the brunette one of his coke whores. He had a regular stable of horny middle-class women who traded sex for coke, and at the moment, Jill was tops on his hit parade.
Jill usually came to him for her connection, but this time she had invited him to her home, to her husband’s New Year’s Eve party. The opening was too good to pass up. He’d give the bitch her blow, but she’d pay for making him drive all the way out to her house. She would fuck him – and anybody else he cared to invite – and she’d do it under the nose of her husband, at the risk of being caught. Hell, he’d make sure she was caught, just to drive home the point that he owned her, whether her husband liked it or not. He knew Jill was desperate enough to do it. Yes, this was going to be an interesting night.
Truth was, Jill was desperate. She sat on the bench in front of her house and glumly contemplated how her life had spun out of control since she had gotten involved with cocaine and other drugs. Over the previous three years, she had developed an itch for sex that was completely unquenchable, and along the way, she had developed an equally unquenchable desire for mind-altering and body-numbing substances to go with it. Cocaine, marijuana and ecstasy were her main vices, along with the ever-present liquor. She was drinking almost every day, sometimes a lot, and she plainly now had an addiction to coke. It had been a full week since she’d done up the last of her most recent holding, right before she and Ken put out presents on Christmas Eve, and she had a large jones building.
No doubt, Jill was spiraling downward, and she had found out just how far out of control she was in September, when she was pulled over late one night for driving erratically. She was arrested for driving while intoxicated – she had measured .13 on the blood-alcohol measure – but the arresting officer had cut her some slack by pocketing the small vial of cocaine she’d had with her. Ken had bailed her out, and she had paid the fine. It was her first brush with the law in her life, but she sensed it wouldn’t be the last.
Jill lit another cigarette and thought about Richie. He was an arrogant bastard, always cocksure, but he always had the best coke, and he had absolutely one of the king cocks she’d ever seen. Richie did things to her libido that no one else could do, and when he got her going, she’d go wild, and do anything he wanted. She felt a warm feeling flush her face, as she thought about riding Richie’s 10-inch monster. She’d do him tonight, a quickie, so they could both get their rocks off, then next time they’d take their time. She sighed and went in to fix another drink, using up the last of the margarita mix, and that was when Richie arrived.
But Richie wasn’t alone; he’d brought his friends, who each held up a bottle of cheap champagne and leered at her as they entered the house. Richie introduced them as Ted and Brent, his best buds, he said. Jill was apprehensive about Richie’s friends being along, but she figured they were off to the clubs, and they’d just let the deal go down then leave.
