Tears started running down her cheeks as she was captured in deep thought. Shayna had an array of questions about her visit to Salt Lake City. She wondered why Lexi was being so cold to her. Should she have planned the trip? Should she have dressed up and NOT gone out? Should she have gotten the tattoo? How did Sir Dom induce her into a trance? Was she REALLY a cock-whore? What would she do the next four nights?
Shayna was so confused she grabbed her purse and retrieved the cocaine container. She tried desperately to unclog both of her nostrils, but it was no use. She needed a hit of coke so bad but didn't have the snorting power. Shayna dug her gold pinky nail into the container and scattered the white fluff onto her tongue. It just wasn't enough to satisfy her needs. She took the gold plated snorting tube and placed it in her mouth so the end was almost down her windpipe. She sucked a gigantic pile of coke into her throat and immediately felt the affect.
As Lexi walked around the corner she watched Shayna "using" the coke and said, "What the HELL are you doing?"
Shayna's tongue, throat, neck and jaw were frozen from the drug. Her eyes became unfocused and her thoughts were spacey.
"Ah ummm. Dunno," said Shayna with a dumb disposition.
Lexi warned Shayna by saying, "Shit Shayna, you can't even talk. Your eyes are wide and glassy. You were WASTED last night and then the first thing you do this morning is get all jacked up again!"
Shayna neurotically fumbled for a cigarette and struggled to light it.
"LOOK, you're addicted to drugs and nicotine. You're abusing your body," cried Lexi.
Shayna looked at Lexi with a blank stare. She was so high she couldn't communicate. Shayna lay with her back on the bed and smoked her cigarette like a skanky bitch.
"FUCKING COKE-WHORE," screamed Lexi!
Shayna raised to a sitting position and sassed, "Sooooooo what. Sir Dom likes it."
"That's just great Shayna! And when you become wrinkly and old from that shit, Sir Dom will drop you like a used condom," explained Lexi.
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