Author's Note: This is a spin-off of my bully story which features hotwife Leslie who gets into hot water with a local Irish Coke dealer named Scotty and has to "repay" him with sexual favors. Enjoy!
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How did it get like this? Leslie asked herself that question every day. She lived a relatively normal life before the events that had happened over the past few weeks began. She had a happy life, a satisfied wife, and a handsome son named Eric that was her world. She worked at a distinguished hospital as a gynecologist and adored her job.
However, her work could be stressful just like any choice of occupation was. So, to relieve some tension, she had contacted a local dealer for some marijuana. Her coworker promised that if she got selected for a random drug test she would help her out so she would pass the test with flying colors despite having weed in her system.
It started with marijuana. A bag of it lasted her at least a month. But as work continued to cause distress, she decided to toke up more. Which meant more cash was spent on weed to keep her relaxed and chill on weeknights and weekends. Between her and her spouse, Emma, they made more than enough riches to have the money for her extracurricular activities. Sometimes she and Emma had an occasional blunt together before having fantastic sex.
Her sweet, diligent companion hardly cared about her drug usages, so long as they never escalated beyond pot.
But things took a disastrous turn one night when she was out with her girlfriend's at a local club that was a front for a cocaine operation that was done behind closed doors in the back of the building.
It was a night like no other. The newish club seemed a hotbed for entertainment lately. As her son Eric declared, it's "all the rage" these days. Since the housewives had grown bored going to their usual niches, they agreed to check out the new place to find out what all the fuss was about and they persuaded Leslie to tag along with them.
She should have recognized it was a bad idea. But she yearned to have some fun with her pals. She had good ambitions at heart and so did her buddies. She didn't condemn any of them for the events that happened that evening and thereafter.
The club was packed, as expected. It was Friday and the night was still very fresh. Leslie looked seductive as hell in a light blue crop top that showed off her bright blue eyes. Her long blonde hair was let loose around her shoulders. Skinny jeans hugged and accentuated her curves for all to see. She was the definition of a hotwife in every way.
Naturally, this got the interest of the club owner, Jackson, who then notified Scotty, an Irish drug dealer, about the group of hot females that just arrived. All he had to hear were the words "hot" and "blonde" and he was already forming schemes in his nasty mind to violate our dear, sweet Leslie, as he found her to be the hottest out of the entire group. Her sexual orientation was irrelevant to him.
A call to his informant, Brad Thomspon, told him all he required to know about Leslie. She was married to a woman named Emma. More importantly, she had recently started buying a ton of marijuana from one of the local dealers on Brad's radar.
Well, that was perfect for him. Conceivably he could find a way to coax her into doing a more intense substance that he sold for a living. Yes, he had a lot of plans for this sexy blonde lesbian housewife, ones that included her servicing his cock on the regular.
An hour of fun, dancing, and drinking left Leslie feeling buzzed and ready to get her high on. But where could she do it without getting busted? The bathroom? No, too obvious.
As she was about to get up and head to the restroom to take a piss, a very tall man with broad shoulders and a toothy smile approached her. Or at least she thought he was moving toward her. He was heading right at her with a grin on his mug that made it look as if he was a dear friend that was coming over to catch up on all the gossip he missed out on since they last spoke.
Leslie froze and offered a skeptical smile in return. She didn't get a creepy vibe off of the man per se but it was quite curious that he was showing interest in her.
The man spoke with a tone that was so deep his voice reminded her of that of James Earl Jones. "Hello, there. I am Jackson, the owner of this fine establishment. I wanted to make sure that you and your friends have a satisfying experience since this is your first time in the club. If you'd like to come with me, my associate Scotty would like to have a few words with you in a more private setting, as we have something to offer you that we think you would like."
Leslie looked doubtful but when she turned to face her friends, they gave her their thumbs up of approval.
Deciding to throw caution to the wind, Leslie nodded her agreement. "Oh, what the hell. Okay, lead the way."
She followed the impressively burly black man wearing an impeccable suit to the back of the club through a long, narrow hall. He opened up a door once they reached the end and motioned Leslie inside.
She was suspicious of walking into the unfamiliar room in front of the man but she did anyway. If she went missing for too long, her friends would probably find her and scream bloody murder if anything terrible was happening to her.
A handsome man with bright red hair and emerald green eyes dressed in a jumpsuit was seated behind a large desk. The room appeared to be a small office and contained a few file cabinets and a computer on the desk the foreigner sat behind.
"Good evenin', lass," the man's accent was thick and Irish. "Why don't you have a seat?"
Leslie fidgeted nervously with her hands in her lap as she sat down in front of the desk. "Is there something I can help you with?"
The man smiled. "The name's Scotty. We confiscated this from your purse when it was being searched at the front door."
Leslie's eyes went wide as she saw him holding up a joint. "Oh, I-"
He held up his hand with a smile. "Believe me, lass, you're not in trouble. Quite the opposite. You see, I run a very tight ship around here, and I have somethin' I think might be of interest to a young lass such as yourself."
Okay, now she was captivated. "Oh? What is it?"
Scotty smiled and opened a drawer in the desk. From it, he produced a small mirror. He then dug a baggie out of his pocket that contained a white substance inside. Was that... cocaine?
Leslie blinked. "Oh, wow." She had never seen the drug up close and personal like this before.
Her response was exactly as Scotty had expected it would be. "Yes. Very powerful stuff, this is. And I'd like to offer you a free sample. You interested?" He waved the baggie suggestively.
