Disclaimer: This story involves extensive drug use. If this is not a subject you are comfortable with, the story is probably not for you.
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Saniya rubbed at her nose, sniffing loudly, shivering with slight glee and anticipation of the impending rush. There were advantages to being her mother's daughter, and one of them was knowing people who had access to the purest supply of cocaine in the city. Those importers were usually more than happy to give her and her sister freebies of the slightly pearlescent white powder heaped on the small mirror lying on the bedside, uncut and off the books, in exchange for a good word, and Southside Jack had happily fronted up for the night's indulgence. It wasn't the very best that Saniya had ever had, but it was still pretty damn fine, and as the tingling in her nose turned to numbness the high washed over her. Half the stuff in the city was awful, and every time she tried something another model offered it was a disappointment - and that was exactly what had brought the night's main course to their comfortable apartment overlooking the bazaar.
Blinking away the slight wateriness of her eyes, she grinned over at the buxom young woman hovering nervously at the side of the bed. She was a little heavier than Saniya preferred, but no one would call her fat - and she certainly had the build for the kind of work she wanted. Leena (Saniya was pretty sure that was her name, at least) was one of those foolish young beauties who streamed to the city for its fashion, but unlike most, she knew where her strengths lay, and had been almost exclusively looking into lingerie modeling. Her own appetites aside, Saniya thought the girl might even have a future there, with her naturally pert but ample chest, the slight thickness of her waist, and the flare of her hips. No future at all on the main catwalk (for one thing, her legs were just too short for that, if unremarkable anywhere else at all), but in that niche... Yes, she might do. She'd do even better in a family sideline, but that was hardly her job to talent scout for.
Leena's big eyes were wide with nerves and her teeth played over her lower lip, and it was the sort of thing that made a sadist like Saniya wet. It was the kind of cute display that, on a more experienced sub, she'd have thought was deliberate. But Leena hadn't swanned in for sex. She was here for the twin supermodels and their connections on the one hand, and on the other... The girl, like so many of the poor sweet foolish fillies who came in to the grinder of the industry without a family name to back them up, was already desperate for good cocaine, hooked on the bad stuff and trying to find a reliable source, a good supplier. And Talia, Saniya's sister and lover, had offered to hook her up with not only the good stuff on the bedside, but maybe even a place in a show. If she played nicely for the evening.
She had to give it to her sister. Standing there in her demo clothes - a nicely fit red lace bra, panties, and stockings with a garter belt that all showed off her pristine skin and worked with rather than against her extra padding - Leena was a delicious looking morsel, and the way she just looked more and more nervous as Saniya stared was all the sweeter! She half wanted to go 'boo' at her just to see if she'd flinch, but instead slid back on the bed, pointing to one of the waiting lines.
"Well? You wanted some, so get it. But watch out, this isn't that terrible shit you usually have. I don't wanna have to explain to mummy why there's a dead lingerie model in my bed again when your heart explodes if you go too hard!"
"Uh-huh..." Leena offered in exchange, taking that final step in on her stiletto heels, which barely managed to raise her to an average height, and bending over to take her turn at the lines. Saniya bit her own lip, thrilling with the cocaine and the sight of the wannabe's lush ass there in front of her, and didn't even try to control herself. Her hands flew up to smack hard against both cheeks at once, and when Leena yelped and stiffened up suddenly, spraying a thin film of cocaine over the bedside, she burst into laughter.
"C'mon, what'd you expect, shaking your fat ass in my face like that?"
"Y-yeah, I guess." Leena mumbled, rubbing at her nose as she slid down onto the bed beside Saniya, sniffing loudly. Saniya could see the surge of it in her body as it flushed through her blood, the little tremble and the way her eyes widened and her pupils blew out. Her eyes were already just a little too big for her head, part of that charming little girl look she had, and now they were great dark pools of innocence that stoked the coals of lust in Saniya's belly.
Staring at the trembling Leena, Saniya could barely control herself. Sniffing heavy herself against the drip down the back of her throat, she reached out with one hand - and stopped short as the bathroom door clicked, smiling instead to turn and face it and the return of her sister. Talia's entrance was heralded by steam billowing out around her, and the hazy sight of her twin stepping out from it completely nude might have distracted her completely from Leena even if her sister hadn't freshly shaved her pussy. Talia's fingers traced over her soft, bare mons as she paced in, grinning back at her twin and their latest acquisition, the skin there still covered in petite bumps that begged for the touch of fingers or tongue against them.
"Better be plenty left for me, sluts." She cried, laughing and strutting over as Leena turned crimson. Saniya briefly glanced over, almost marvelling at how everything the wannabe did seemed to be just perfect for her audience, but quickly turned her attention back to her twin.
"I wouldn't leave my sweet sister without a little pick-me-up after a long day, you know that!"
Talia bent over, wiggling her hips as she did, and Saniya bit the corner of her lip without thinking. Somehow, this was always the most erotic thing her sister did, no matter where or when or even how. Just watching her twin shiver lightly as she snorted her line and the tingling hit flooded Saniya's pussy in a way no one else ever could, no matter what they tried, and for once she just leant forward to watch, licking her painted lips lightly. Only once Talia was done with her line did she lean forward, pressing a gentle kiss to her twin's right buttock, pert and toned.
"Frisky already, huh?" Talia crooned at her, voice sweet as honey, reaching back to lightly stroke through Saniya's hair before turning abruptly on her heel. Before Saniya had a moment to respond, Talia was pressing her fragrant pussy against her face and she moaned, kissing at the object of her lusts. Over their years together, both had given wonderful pleasure and terrible pains to each other's cunts, identical once but worn unique in ways the rest of their bodies hadn't - the slight wrinkle there that she didn't have, the way Talia's clitoral hood was just the tiniest bit looser. The tiny differences thrilled, and Saniya gleefully ran her tongue out over them before drawing back and laughing up at her sister, pulling her on to the bed for a kiss.
She only remembered Leena when she heard the girl snorting a second line, so absorbed was she in her other half, the part of her soul that had split off and made its own flesh in the womb. The taste of her lips, the scent of the soap and her light rose perfume, the softness of her nakedness beneath her roaming hands. It was almost annoying when that sound ripped through the gossamer fabric of her reverie, but that was alright. She could always punish Leena for it, and after one final nuzzle into her sister's neck she rolled out from under her, sliding to the edge of the bed.
