“Ugh, babe, are you serious?” Caroline rolled her head against the cool car window, closing her eyes as they started to merge onto the highway. This was the fifth time this week that her boyfriend had coaxed her into trying to go out, only to use her to score some blow. Caroline folded her arms in front of her, settling in to the warmth of the car as she watched the signs fly by, the lights a show separate their quiet melodrama. Caroline loved Jimmy, she really did, but...Jimmy had a problem.

Truth of it was, his eyes were the size of pennies.

Every dollar he made went straight up his nose, and it was just getting worse and worse...each week his addiction simply progressed. More and more of his savings disappeared, until he was steadily eating through her paychecks and savings as well. Jimmy’s beaten up old Toyota screamed across the highway, blasting past warning signs and speed limits. Jimmy coughed, looking towards his girlfriend for just a second with the manic expression of a man lost to his own addiction, “W-What, Caroline? You think I can’t just fucking quit, I-I can fucking quit tomorrow! Right now, I need this fuckin’ shit!” Jimmy shouted in the car as Caroline bit back tears, a sob swelling in her throat before she swallowed it back down. Once this night was over, she swore...they’d be through.

Caroline just had to make it through the night.

The beaten old Toyota pulled to a stop in front of a dim, dingy little warehouse in the industrial heart of the city. A few cars scattered along the street, most of them SUVs or European imported sedans. Caroline’s brow furrowed, her head turning back to look at Jimmy, her boyfriend stepping out of the car, “Wait here, babe…” the door shut behind her, as the door to the warehouse slowly crept open across the way.

Some Time Later...

Cigar smoke wafted through the office, Jorge leaning back in his seat as he rested his hand on top of her head, “Bueno, putita, bueno…” Jorge’s meaty hand on the back of Caroline’s head pulled her further and further down his thick shaft. The poor girl’s jaw was stretched to the limit, her eyes watering as she choked and gagged under the strain. The door to the office opened, the sound of a party outside the door creeping into the room.

Jorge smiled, chuckling as the pissant came back in, Jimmy stood there...strung out, to all hell, “Mi amigo! Sientate! What can Jorge do for you?” The slimy drug lord grinned, a single golden tooth glimmering in the low light of the office, his eyes studying Jimmy as Jimmy leaned back in his seat, “I...I need more…” Jimmy was quiet, reserved. Jorge forced Caroline’s head to the base, her vision starting to blur and darken as he choked her on his cock. All Jorge did was smile.

“My friend, of course...but it’s another three months, for your gringita...”

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