Chapter 55

She didn't even bat an eye. "You know, they don't call me Nicoke for nothing," she said in her sultry voice.

The dam broke from there. She hand delivered an eight ball to my room, and I admired the pure disregard for normal host etiquette. Nicole did what she wanted. She put a sample of the coke on her fingernail and offered it to me. I snorted it and smiled. The numbness hit me almost immediately.

"That's good shit," I smiled and licked her finger lightly. I gave her cash for the coke.

"I aim to please," she said, sensuality dripping off her lips. She crossed her tan legs, her plain black business skirt riding up her hips slightly. The white button-down shirt she wore gaped at her fake breasts, showing the underside of a lacy white bra.

"Would you like some, Nicoke?" I said and laughed.

"I don't usually when I'm on the clock, but I'll make an exception," she said. I was Veg