I awoke to the screeching of my alarm, softly moaning as a ringing headache finally took over. I had little recollecting as to what exactly I did the night before, only that I had snorted a shitload of coke and that I had been fucked by some guys. My vision was slightly blurred, my ears were ringing and my nose was runny- the effects of all the cocaine I snorted the night before were becoming obvious. I was in a tiny, one-room, filthy apartment; the one I had been living in for a little over six months now ever since I had left my ex-boyfriend for a man named Saul, who was actually twenty years my senior, me having just turned 20 a couple weeks ago. It was the middle of July, and, having failed to pay my monthly bills, the sweltering outside heat easily moved into my basement-level apartment room.
I slowly stood up off my dirty mattress that lay on the concrete floor of my apartment. The toilet was a mere seven feet from the corner where my mattress lay, and an old sink and a cracked full body mirror was beside it. A few broken bottles lay on the grimy floor, as well as a couple of used condoms. Suddenly, I heard my cell phone ring with a text- it was from Saul.
"I got a business trip coming up, wont be here for a week"
By business trip, I knew he meant he was going to a supplier for more drugs to sell. Saul was a small-time dealer in the local area; he didn't make much profit from his sales, but he had enough to support himself and (barely) me.
A minute passed, and he texted again.
"I want a quick fuck b4 i leave ok?"
"ok fine" I texted back, evidently reluctant.
Saul constantly lusted over me, fucking me almost every other day, and when wasn't fucking me, he was essentially pimping me out to his friends. He was a bastard, but I stayed with him for the coke and the money.
I myself was unemployed for over two years now- I was actually fired from a job in a fast food chain in another state. I had also chosen not to go to college; in fact I dropped out of high school to live with a boyfriend, running away from my parents. Of course, I now realized that my original plans of living a life of romance had not gone the way I had anticipated.
I began to prepare for Saul's arrival. He always wanted me looking as slutty and hot as possible when he fucked me, and I needed to be quick. I looked at myself in the broken mirror. My face was covered in a thick layer of crusty, dried cum from the night before, as were my breasts and my pussy. My bronze, mocha skin glistened with sweat, and was covered in tattoos. My large D-cup breasts were both tattooed with roses and thorns extending to my belly, which also had tattoos reading "This Slut Will Fuck For Free", which Saul actually had given me several months back. I also had a larger tattoo of a dick squirting cum, my name "Jazzmyne" and some of my past names that my boyfriends had given me (Kortnee, Lavoya, Chesti, and Raquelle to name a few). I had a few near my crotch, angel wings on my back, a lot on my legs and two on my asscheeks reading "BUTT SLUT".
In addition to those, I had a number of piercings as well. I had a nasal septum ring, over a dozen earrings, brow rings, two nipple rings and two labia piercings.
