In the Belly of the Beast

It was night. Sometime at night, anyhow. Emily Castle-Jones was with two men, neither of whom were wearing a condom. The only thing she was thankful for was her mother's insistent to have implanted birth control. The last thing she needed was a baby to raise.

"Hey, baby, can I get some head, get me ready again?" the older man said. He was in his 60s, a Black man that was probably on the verge of homelessness. But Emily was no better.

"You got something to get me going too?" she asked. He flashed Emily a small bag of white powder. Good enough, she concluded reluctantly, pouring it out onto her table and snorting it up, before starting to tug on the older man's cock.

As she fell asleep, full of stranger's cum, she knew she needed to change. This downward spiral would be a spiral of death if she kept it up. She was at her nadir.