Chapter 217

"Yeah, at two o'clock," Alyssa said. "I wanted to hang out a little bit. I've barely been here. And I could use a couple lines. You want some?"

"Yes," I said with a sigh of relief, "that sounds really great. Where can I do them from?" I had a mischievous twinkle in my eyes.

"Don't get too crazy," she said, rolling her eyes. "I've been working out my abs really hard lately. They're pretty impressive." She was tracking my response. "Okay, my tits. You can do them off my tits." We laughed.

Alyssa wore a cleavage-revealing, midriff-baring crop top. Her stomach was phenomenally hard and flat. It made her tits look even bigger on her petite frame. A tightly cinched black skirt, secured by an oversized Chanel belt, preserved the curvy silhouette of her ass perfectly. I got out a tray with an eight-ball of coke on it and began to form lines for us.

"I lost my adderall