She has to go get more for them

"We're running low on **** Demi," Walt tells her, looking her naked, cum-stained body up and down, "and I can't get into the neighborhood on the other side of town to go get them."

"So...you want me to get them for you?" Demi asks, smiling and brushing her hair back as she asks it.

"Yes, but only because I know you're not afraid to use your body to get what you want," he tells her, kissing her as he lets her go get changed for the mission, "Pat and Phil will take you. But be careful. I recommend blow jobs only. These dealers are known to have risky sex, and have infected several people already."

A shiver went down Demi's spine when she heard him say that, but it's not like she can't take care of herself, she told herself, besides, she had had risky sex of her own lots of times while on ****, and nothing had happened to her, yet.

"Demi, listen to Walt," the other two men tell her as they climb in a car and head for the **** house on the other side of town, Demi claiming she'll sleep with them if she has to, "we can't go in there with you, or we'll be shot. But please don't fuck these guys. They're known to have several diseases."

"Why exactly can't you guys go in there with me?" she asks them, the gravity of the situation starting to hit her as they drive into the ghetto, Demi suddenly getting cold feet about this.