Suddenly there was a tall, well dressed Spanish-looking man standing before her, looking very grim at first, but quickly smiling warmly. "Hello, I'm Jose. You must be Chris."
"Yes… uh, how do you do?" she managed weakly.
Before either of them could speak again, there was a loud booming bass-drum of a voice from inside. "Bring 'em on in, Jose! The party's on in here!" They were quickly hustled to the living room in the back where Roger had replaced the normal lightbulbs for red ones. Chris was astonished to see that she and Sandy were the only women at the party. In the living room several men – she couldn't count – sat around smoking hashish and cigarettes. Jose introduced the girls to each man individually.
One man, taller then the others, held out his hand and Chris took it instinctively. His name was Neil. Typical of the Spanish, he had large brown eyes and perfect white teeth. Chris' grimace faded to a slow growing smile. These men looked undemanding and well-dressed; there was no reason for her to feel like a cheap date. Whatever happened would be worth it, wouldn't it? After tonight, she could forget about paying the rent, forget about having to find a job; and for all that she'd do anything.
"Let me get you a drink," Jose offered, heading for the kitchenette to pour two glasses of wine for the girls. Chris felt uncomfortably like a harem girl on the sale block, but she resigned herself to enduring it. There were whispered asides and chuckles from some of the men who sat busily eyeing the two girls. The opinions of a bunch of strangers meant nothing to her, not in the face making one hundred dollars for being sociable!
She moved without thinking, following the others like a dumb steer in a moving herd; and when she was called upon to speak, she opened her mouth and somehow, the words came out. Another joint was making the rounds, a different kind this time, something one of the Mexican men pulled out of his jacket. Chris dutifully took her puff in turn, and nearly choked at the incredible potency of this grass. Jesus, it was nothing like the other! This was so strong it made her dizzy as she held it in her lungs!
Whatever it was that happened next, in the next hour – or was it two hours? – is anybody's guess, for surely Chris will never know. All she remembers now is that she took another drag from the tiny tightly-rolled joint with the pinpoint of glowing red ember on the end, and before she knew it, the room had changed. Some of the men had left, gone were the soft red lamps, and in their place was an unused bedroom, strewn and soiled and cigarette-burned mattresses, lighted with three candles jammed into the necks of empty wine bottles; it looked more like a fraternity house, she later mused, than an adult's apartment.
Sandy was there, and both of the Mexican men – Jose and Neil – and three other men from the party, one she remembered. Doug. Just she and Sandy and five men!
I must be going nuts! What am I doing in this room with these people? And smoking grass, I've never been so loaded in my life. Have I completely lost my mind?
"Here, honey, try some," said a voice. It was Sandy, holding what looked like a tiny silver spoon between her fingers, filled with some powdery grains.
"What is it?" she asked. "I don't need anything more except for a cup of strong coffee."
"This is far better than coffee, honey," laughed one of the men. "It's cocaine."
Chris drew in her breath. "Oh no," she gasped. "I've had enough."
Sandy squeezed her shoulder affectionately. "Chris, it's not hard stuff. In fact, it's not addictive at all. It'll make you feel a lot better, clear your head. It's really good for making you think clearly. Go ahead, just sniff it up your nose and hold it, and don't sneeze, it you can help it."
Sandy held the miniature spoon under her nostril and Chris, finally, breathed it up into her sinuses, but she wasn't prepared for what she experienced. Suddenly, as if someone had flipped a switch, everything intensified, all her thoughts seemed ordered and well-contained. And this room, this whole scene, seemed somehow under control, as if nothing could happen to her because she knew what was going on and was in control of every second. It was weird, wonderfully weird, the feeling of exhilaration and power and confidence that that one sniff of the powder had given her.
But there was something else, something Sandy and the others knew about, but Chris had yet to learn. Another of the interesting side effects of cocaine, and effect the boys and Sandy were quite looking forward to… cocaine is one of nature's best aphrodisiacs! With a little coke… man, the feelings! Jose's people had a saying, "A little coke makes any cock bigger!" and it was true, nothing heightened the feelings and the sensations of fucking better! What Chris didn't realize was that she had just inhaled enough into her brain to turn her into a helpless, uncontrolled sex-machine!
Chris was wearing a yellow jumpsuit that perfectly set off the beautiful curves of her long trim thighs and calves, and she had risen to her feet, a little unsteadily at first from the feeling of exhilaration of the coke, and was weaving slowly and gently to to the sound of recorded music from the large speakers in Roger's living room beyond. Like every room in the house, the bedroom was wired for music.
Chris felt lightheaded, as if she would float off the edge of the chair if she didn't hold on. She became fascinated with the red shadows cast by the red lightbulbs.
Swaying smoothly from side to side, Sandy reached for the zipper that ran down the front of her garment. She pulled slowly on the zipper of the jumpsuit, one arm swaying drunkenly above her head, beginning ever-so-slowly to remove her clothes before these strangers. Chris, like the two men beside her, was entranced, mesmerized by what her roommate was about to do. Sandy was a fantastic dancer, and Chris never wearied of watching her perform, whether it was in front of a bedroom mirror or in public. The girl definitely had a gift for rhythm.
The anticipation charged the atmosphere like a million volts of electric current. The brunette's hips moved slowly at first, then began to bump and grind with a growing lustful intensity as the two men and Chris looked on excitedly. She tossed her long black hair from side to side, letting it drape freely and loosely over her shoulders as she moved with the beat of the music.
She eased the zipper down to her navel exposing enough of her ample cleavage to start the two Mexicans breathing quickly and heavily. Her ripely full young breasts seemed to be straining to escape the concealment of her garment peeking from beneath the fabric in two soft, inviting mounds of warm flesh. One last tug, and they were free, swaying heavily as she gently rocked from side to side. Jose and Neil's eyes were wide with excited disbelief as they watched this incredibly lascivious display, this beautiful young white girl stripping before their eyes, stripping herself to her ripe, full nakedness. But best of all, she was going to be theirs for fucking. Jose and Neil knew why this had been planned – they'd have to be fools not to know this whole thing was set up to be nothing more that the Roman coliseum spectacles, Nubian savages hauled to Rome to amuse the funseekers. This was what was expected of them, and they knew it, but it didn't matter – not with a couple of chicks like this! Neither of them had had college girls before, and to start with one like this brunette, Christ, it was too good to be true. Who cared who saw it! They'd give them a show, all right, show these other men what a real man could do with a hot-blooded girl like this. Yes sir, they'd give them a show they'd never forget!