Cleaning up

"We better be quick, we're already gonna be late back to the studio. Hopefully they aren't too hard on us." Val says to her friend, looking unsure of herself.

This reminder hurries Emily in touching up the last parts of her make-up. However, as she does so she thinks about the walk they have ahead of them to get back to the studio and how exhausted her legs feel. If she was going to make it back there with any sort of haste, she would need some sort of energy boost.

"God, my legs feel like they're about to fall off." She says to her friend subtly.

"Tell me about it." Val says, not quite taking the hint.

Emily realises that if she wants any more of her friend's supply, she would need to ask explicitly.

"Do you... ummm... have any more of that stuff. You know... for a little more energy." She says hesitantly.

Val grins as she eyeballs at her friend in the mirror.

"I do but... not too much ok. It's technically Marco's and he wouldn't like it if I was giving it away for free." Val says, looking a little concerned.

"Ok, I just need a little." Emily says.

Val retrieves the small bottle from her purse and looks around for a flat surface to put it. With nowhere in sight, she instead perks up her chest and taps out a short line onto her right breast.

"Seriously?" Emily asks.

"What, {Marco} likes when I put it here." She says with a cheeky giggle.

Emily gives in and presses her nose face first into her friend's tits, snorting up the line of white powder. In an instant, the **** is taking it's effect.

"Oh fuck! I needed that so bad." She says, her exhaustion fading away into the background.

"Ok, my turn." Val says with a smile.

She taps a small amount out onto Emily's chest before she can protest and immediately snorts it up.

"Whew! And the party continues!" She exclaims before grabbing her friend by the arm and leading her out of the bathroom stall.

The two of them make their way to the front counter where they find the owner on his phone.

"Ahh, I suppose you ladies are here for your payment." He says.

"Yes please." Val says with a beaming smile.

"Well, here you go. Feel free to come back any time." He says with a grin, looking the two young women up and down hungrily.

He pops open the till and hands them each $60 in cash for the three hours they worked in the rooms. Emily can't help but feel a little ashamed. She had reduced herself to little more than a common whore tonight, something she didn't plan on doing again, no matter how much she had enjoyed her time in that room.

With that sorted, the two of them depart from the shady sex shop and begin the walk to the tattoo parlour.