Reese took a deep breath and figured, what the hell. “You only live once,” she said, taking the bill. She scooped just over a fingernail full of the cocaine on the bill and stared at it. Feeling the heat on her from the others assembled at the table, she inhaled the snow. She immediately broke into a sneezing fit.

The cocaine felt like gunpowder in her nostrils. When the sneezing had passed, there was a dripping sensation in the back of her throat. She tried to clear it, but that only made it worse. The back of her tongue felt like she had a half-dissolved aspirin sitting on it. To make matters worse, her head started spinning at a hundred miles a minute.

Reese tried to stand, but her legs almost gave out on her. Before she could crash back to the couch, Don B. caught her by the arm. The faces around the room were distorted like something out of The Twilight Zone. Then as the dizziness passed, she began to feel good all over. The cocaine was like someone had wired a battery to her ass. For the first time she realized that there was music playing. The sounds of Don B.’s latest, unreleased single came through the speakers, causing everyone to get to their feet.

The girl who had brought the cocaine out was dancing in the middle of the floor. She dropped into a half split and began popping her ass to the bass of the song. Someone pushed Reese from behind and the next thing she knew, she was standing in the middle of the floor with the girl. The coked-out girl grabbed Reese by the hand and made her slap her ass, while the men in the room cheered. Don B. started grinding on Reese from behind, shoveling more coke into her nose. She tried to turn her head, but lacked the coordination to dodge his hand. Something about the whole setup didn’t feel right, but she was having too much fun to process it.

Don B. ran his finger along Reese’s lip and slipped it into her mouth. The way she was sucking on his finger, he hoped to God that she sucked dick just as good. As the song played on, Reese began to feel more and more alive. The room grew extremely hot, causing her to sweat. Don B. handed her a glass of champagne, which she thirstily downed. She was so zonked that she never noticed the unusual debris floating in it.

By the third song, Reese felt like her heart was going to shoot from her chest. Trying to catch her breath, she leaned against the wall for support. Don B. placed a gentle hand on her back, then guided her into the plush bedroom. He gave his man Jay a wink over his shoulder and stepped through the door behind her. Before the door was even fully closed, he was on her.