Wild Side

Emily Kinney was listening to demos of potential songs for her new album. She tended toward acoustic folksy Americana music, so the soft tune in her ears was quite soothing. Occasionally, she'd type a note about a song into her phone. She made sure to smile politely and wave at anyone who happened to recognize her. She stopped suddenly when a burst of static filled her ears. It quickly faded and was replaced by the hip hop beat of "Wild Side." She poked at her phone screen, trying to change the music.

Emily quickly stopped trying to stop the song and continued walking. She gave her hips an exaggerated sway and blew flirty kisses to some of the men who recognized her. Emily had spent most of her career cultivating a wholesome image. It really fit her appearance, so it worked. But she never really got any big acting roles, and none of her music had been very popular. But women like Cardi B, Bebe Rexha, and Doja Cat were making millions by performing vulgar, sexual songs. And girls like Sidney Sweeney and Elizabeth Olsen had become household names by flaunting their bodies on screen.

Maybe it was time for an image change. She took a quick detour to a nearby store wearing a sensible sun dress and walked out wearing a midriff bearing halter top that did little to hide the hard nipples capping her perky A-cups and a miniskirt that left the very bottom curve of her ass revealed when she moved a certain way. She capped the outfit off with a pair of high, spiked heels and resumed her walk. She searched her phone for a moment and made an appointment to get breast implants.

It was early, but Emily really wanted a drink. She wasn't going to find an open bar at this time of day in this part of town, so she ordered and Uber and went to a dive bar that was open 24 hours a day. She sat down at the dingy, stained bar and ordered a shot of vodka. She quickly downed it and ordered another. Before long, the petite blonde had put away half a dozen shots and was sporting a healthy buzz. An increasingly attractive man at the other end of the bar kept looking her way, so she stood up, walked over, and sat down next to him.

She held out her hand, "I'm Emily, and you're going to buy me a drink," she slurred.

The man shook her hand, "I'm Eric, and I think you've had enough to drink."

"You're right, I need to find some ****."

Eric shook his head, "I don't do ****."

A much less attractive man sidled up next to the young starlet, "I've got any **** you want sweetie."

She hopped off of the stool and nearly fell before stumbling out of the bar with the stranger. They walked into a nearby alley and to a beat up Buick. He popped the trunk and removed a false bottom to reveal bags and vials of any kind of **** you could want. Emily picked through the assortment and came away with weed, coke, ecstasy and molly. She handed the man a wad of cash and went to walk away. He grabbed her arm.

"Where are you going?"

"To get fucked up."

"I've got some even better stuff back home. If you want, I can take you there. Your first hit is on me, then we can talk about the rest."

"Sure, what the fuck."

Emily hopped into the passenger seat of the dingy sedan and they drove to an apartment building a few blocks away. The dealer, Ned, escorted the drunk actress up a flight of stairs and to his apartment. The inside was immaculate, much to Emily's surprise. She sat down on a leather sofa while Ned walked into another room. He came back out, wheeling a metal suitcase behind him. He hefted the bag onto the coffee table and punched in a password. The case opened, revealing more ****. He removed a small, glass vial filled with white powder and tossed it to her. Emily caught it.

"That's the best coke you'll ever find. It hits you hard and fast, and it lasts forever. Go ahead, take a bump."

The petite blonde eagerly poured out a thick line onto a mirror that was on the table before greedily snorting it. After just a few minutes, her entire body tingled in the most amazing way. The sensation was most intense in her chest and crotch. She reached into the case and grabbed a bag of molly and quickly swallowed a pill before Ned could object.

"I said the first hit was free bitch. What the fuck?"

"I heard you. And I fully intend to pay you."

"That's better."

"I already gave you all of my money though."

"Then how the fuck do you plan on paying me bitch?"

Rather than answer, Emily reached behind her head and untied her halter top. It fell, revealing her tiny, but perky tits. She then reached back again and untied the other knot, allowing the shirt to fall to the floor. She then reached under her tiny skirt and pulled off her panties.

"What hole would you like me to pay with?"