TL;DR: Man goes to underground drug den and hires a girl to “guide” him through the pleasuresnew drug experience.

New business in the underground usually doesn't last long. Old parties with too much stake in the game hold vice-like grips over the illicit, using brute force to make sure fads stay fads and new things don't pop up on the market without being under their control.

That's why news of this new drug was so tantalizing. So tempting, even for modest, every-day sort of people like me. It took me a long time to find the smoking den. You had to know someone who knew someone, and knowing people was not my strength, but finally I was here. It all felt to surreal. I sped through the cold rain, down the alley to the door that you would walk past a thousand times if you weren't looking for it. I took a deep breath, and knocked five times. I said the password I had been given, I looked both ways before I entered the refuge of dry warmth.

It as not what I expected. But then again, what had I expected? Certainly not velvet conversation pits, and warm deep red carpets. Certainly not the haze of smoke, the hum of quiet music. It looked more like a hookah bar than a drug den.

People of all kinds sat on the couches, almost hidden through the smoky haze that filled the room. The smell was sweet, like a freshly baked cake. The other thing I wasn't expecting was you. Not just you, but all of you. All the workers walking around in silk robes. Some men, some women, all beautiful. Some walked around with trays of waters, and snacks, some packed the bowls, and tended to supply, but most sat with the customers, talking with them, stroking there hair, straddling their laps, letting themselves be touched. I had expected to be greeted by some sort of bouncer, tough and sturdy, there to make me feel scared. You were none of those things. You looked kind, and gentle, the robe you were wearing looked soft, and fragile.

"Welcome in," you say, as my heart pounds in my chest. "Is it just you?" I nod. You walk me back to an open seating area behind the curtain.

"Is this your first time?"

"Yes."

"Let me guide you."

"Ok."

You bring the pipe to my lips. I breath in. It feels like heaven.

(New drug den with beautiful "guides" to help enhance the experience. What are the guides doing with their drugged out customers? Are their motives sincere? Let's build something fun together.)