Rock Bottom

Julia was on all fours. Jamaar was behind him, fucking her with his large black cock. Some guy Julia didn't even know was squatted in front of her, while she obediently sucked at his cock. She needed more.

"C'mon, baby girl, snort on this," the man in front of her, gesturing to a line of white powder he'd placed on a dollar bill on the back of his hand. Julia paused, considering, and then snorted it.

***

Hours later, the guilt had settled in. She had a load of cum in her belly, in her womb, in her ass. But she was empty in every other respect. She was at rock bottom. First it'd been weed, now coke. It was going to be all downhill from here. She was beyond a crossroads, she needed to quit this place, immediately. She knew her number was blocked from the cell phone, so she fished a few dollars in quarters out of the drawer and walked down to a payphone, carefully avoiding the used needles streetside. She dialed, and a sleepy voice answered.

"Elizabeth ... it's Julia, please, please don't hang up ... just listen, please ..."