Adult Blogger: ORIENTAL ORGY was somewhat of a regular at Frank's. Once every two or three weeks, she would trek up to North Chicago from Winnetka, have a few drinks, and buy and eight-ball of cocaine to last her through her next visit.
More often than not, she received a discount for the eight-ball, paying only half-price. She used her sinful body, wicked mouth and utter depravity to make up the difference.
Not because her dealer required it of her, but because she enjoyed it, yearned for it. There were safer places for her to feed her habit, dealers more discreet and secure. But she came to Frank's nonetheless. Not for the atmosphere or even the blow, really. She came for the discount. For earning it.
Rubbing her thighs together again, feeling her fluids saturate her vagina, the thumbs and forefingers of each of Donna's dainty hands closed around her turgid nipples, pinching them lightly. In the mirror, she observed them elongate, tenting the fabric of her cotton top, casting a slight shadow against the bright white fabric. With a quick flick of each wrist, her lustful eyes nearly rolled into her head, her nipples twisted and deformed beneath the soon-to-be-discarded top.
