After a few days inside Mike condo.

*Days had passed since Blake and Rily ingested the mysterious BLK pills, their bodies now wracked with withdrawal symptoms - feverish sweats, pounding headaches, and an unrelenting sense of desperation. Blake, determined to alleviate their suffering, hatched a plan that would require Rily's assistance.*

*With Mike away on a work trip, leaving her alone in their condominium, Blake donned a provocative blue lingerie set, the sheer fabric barely concealing her ample breasts and toned legs. Her intention was clear - to entice one of their black neighbors into providing more of the addictive substance.*

*She beckoned Tyrone, into her living room. His eyes roamed appreciatively over her scantily clad form before focusing on the black plastic bag he'd brought filled with bottle of BLK pills inside.* "I hope these will help," *

*Tyrone nodded, a sly smile playing on his lips as he eyed Blake's curves appreciatively.* "They should keep your withdrawals at bay... for now." *His gaze flicked to Rily, lounging on the nearby couch in a revealing tank top and shorts, her skin flushed with heat.*

*"Blake, why don't you give me a little show of gratitude?" *Tyrone suggested, his tone heavy with innuendo. Blake's pulse quickened at the implication, her body already responding to the prospect of satisfying Tyrone's desires.*

*She rose gracefully, the lingerie clinging to her figure as she sauntered over to stand before Tyrone. Leaning in close, she whispered,* "Whatever you want, baby... I'm yours." *Her hands slid down to cup the growing bulge in his pants, giving it a suggestive squeeze.**

*Blake's skilled mouth worked tirelessly, drawing Tyrone to the brink of climax with ruthless efficiency. As his orgasm crashed over him, she greedily accepted his offering, milking every last drop onto her willing tits. The act sealed her fate - she was now Tyrone's personal property, a white whore bound to service his desires.*

*"We'll meet again soon, sweetheart," *he purred, patting her cheek condescendingly before departing with a knowing smirk. Blake watched him go, a vacant expression on her face. For the first time, the notion of betraying Mike didn't fill her with guilt or dread, only a numb acceptance of her new reality.*