“Hiya, angel; want a drink?”

“No dice, bub. I just finished convincing my best friend to lay off the sauce.”

“Smart kid. That stuff is nothing but trouble.”

Julia looked the man up and down. He was older, maybe around thirty? He wore a sharp charcoal gray double-breasted suit with pinstripes, along with a white shirt and a bright red necktie and matching pocket square. Both his patent leather shoes and his dark brilliantine-slicked hair gleamed under the chandeliers. He seemed to be equal parts handsome and dangerous.

“Although we’re not above getting into trouble…” Julia offered, fixing him with her emerald green eyes. Her fiery red hair fell in loose curls over one shoulder.

Now it was Julia’s turn to get the once-over. She was wearing a sage green dress that was sleeveless and deeply cut in the front. As the sharp’s gaze lingered there, Julia felt goose pimples on her arms and her nipples began hardening.

“You know, angel, most broads wear dresses that hide the goods, but I like your style.”

Julia laughed. “I’m delighted to hear it.” She looked around for a moment at the other partygoers, who were by and large politicians and socialites. They were celebrating the fortieth birthday of Mrs. Davenport, the mother of Julia’s best friend Daphne, but the median age of the attendees was closer to Daphne’s father’s age, around fifty. God bless the sisters at Sacred Heart Academy, she thought, for teaching the girls about mean, median, and mode. See how useful mathematics can be?

“Anyway, angel, how would you like to have a private party, just you and me?”

Who is this guy? “Oh, I don’t know. I’m kinda tired.”

“Well, I’ve got the cure for that.” He reached into his pocket and casually slid out a small snuffbox.

Cocaine? “Hold on, pal, are you a snowbird?” Julia asked incredulously.

“I’m Jack goddamned Frost, if you want the truth,” he laughed.

“I’ve never tried that,” Julia said quietly. Her face betrayed her internal debate: tell this guy to take a hike, or… “All right, I’m in.” She leaned closer and whispered in his ear “And I’m no angel.”

“Is that so?”

“You’ll see.”

“Come with me, kid. I think I see a washroom with our names on it.”

“Oh, I see it; the one that says ‘Fallen Angel and Jack Frost’.”

“You catch on quick.”

They slipped into a washroom without drawing anyone’s attention and bolted the door. Jack busied himself near the sink with his snuffbox, which opened in half so that the lid rested flush on the countertop. The lid was mirrored on the inside, Julia noticed, just like a compact for powdering your nose. Ha, powdering your nose, she thought, her lips curling into a wry smile.

After a minute’s more fussing, he stood up straight and Julia saw four lines of coke on the mirror. “All right, angel, I’ll show you how it’s done.” He produced a short ivory straw. “You put this in one nostril and pinch the other one closed. I like to exhale first, to get myself ready to inhale, but you gotta be careful not to blow the coke all over the place. Then you place the straw at the near end of the line and—sssnnnrrrrk—” he leaned forward and snorted up the first line, completing his demonstration. He wiped the upper end of the straw with his handkerchief, mostly for show, and handed it to Julia.

“Here goes nothing,” she muttered, flipping her hair behind her shoulder. She exhaled, then put the straw up to her right nostril, pinched the left side closed, swooped down, snorted the next line, and stood up quickly.

“Nicely done!” Jack congratulated her.

Julia felt a dusting of icy powder down the back of her throat and gave a small cough. She felt alert and excited. Boy, that was fast.

“Now we switch nostrils and do another line to even things out,” Jack explained. He took the straw and snorted his second line, pinching and rubbing his nose as he stood up. “Oh, that’s good.”

Julia held out her left hand, and Jack wiped the straw for her and handed it over. She blew out of her mouth, then held the straw to her left nostril, pinched her right nostril shut, and snorted her second line. She stood up and wiggled her nose like a bunny. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. I could get used to this.

Jack placed the straw on the mirror and asked “How do you feel?”

Julia, her eyes the size of dinner plates, fairly shouted. “Alive! I feel alive!”

“You’re a real live wire, that’s for sure,” Jack laughed.

Julia attempted to give him her sultry, slitted-eyes look. However, because her eyes were wide open to begin with, this served only to remove the crazed look and return them to roughly their normal size.

“Mister Frost. Jack,” she purred. “I would like to thank you for, uh, opening my eyes. Now, let’s open your fly and I’ll suck your cock.”

“Damn, you don’t mess around, do you, angel?”

“I’m the messiest goddamned angel you’re ever going to meet,” Julia hissed as she grabbed his crotch.

“No doubt, no doubt. Say, you’re not jailbait, are you?”

“I’m nineteen years old, and you'd better hurry up and get your cock out before I turn twenty!” Julia snapped.

“Okay, okay, jeez!” Jack laughed as he unbuttoned his fly and fished out his blood-engorged dick. “Here you go, satisfied?”

Julia didn’t waste time on words. She grabbed his turgid cock and pumped it with her hand as she sank onto her knees and sank her mouth onto his stiff cock. The floor was cold, hard tile, and she pointed to the hand towel and snapped her fingers as she bobbed her head gently on the first two inches of his dick. Jack handed her the towel, which she slid under her knees, never breaking rhythm.

“Angel, I’m in heaven, but I think you’re going to hell,” Jack groaned as he stroked her flaming red hair.

Julia’s response was to go a little bit deeper with each thrust until his pubic hair was tickling her nose. She held her head still and laved the underside of his shaft with her tongue until she began to gag. Pulling her head back, she coughed and sputtered as a thick, viscous rope of saliva swung between her lower lip and his raging cockhead.

Recovering quickly, she slurped the spit string into her mouth and looked up at Jack. “Did you see that? I’m going to swallow your fucking cum just like that. And then I want you to go find another guy and send him in here, and I’ll swallow his fucking cum. And then when I’m done with him, send in another one. And another one. I don’t want to stop swallowing cum until I fucking puke!”

Jack was used to back-alley whores talking tough, but this girl was something else! He grabbed the sides of her head, slid his cock into her mouth, and fucked her face like nobody’s business.

“Gluck, gluck, gluck,” Julia croaked as his cock slammed the back of her throat. Just when she started wondering how much more she could take—

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” he bellowed as his first spurt of cum exploded into her mouth and down her throat. Julia caught the ridge of his peckerhead behind her lips and sucked her cheeks in.

“Angel! Oh fuck! Aaah!” he babbled as she continued sucking the cum out of his balls through his spasming dick.

When his load was spent, Jack leaned back against the sink and started tidying himself up. Julia leaned back on her haunches and said “That’s one. Go find me number two.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jack replied with a gleam in his eye. He closed his snuffbox, pocketed it, and surveyed the room to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything. “Any restrictions?”

“No Irishmen, and no old geezers who might die of a heart attack.”

“Gotcha. Stay put, angel—well, you should probably stand up and stretch your legs. But I’ll get somebody in here in two shakes.”

“Thank you, Mr. Frost,” Julia said demurely.

Jack unlocked the door, opened it quickly, and slipped outside. Julia bolted the door behind him and sat on the toilet while she waited. She heard a high-pitched, muffled voice through the wall of the adjoining washroom. It sounds like this isn’t the only washroom with double occupancy, she observed drily. Two or three minutes went by before—

Knock Knock

“Angel?” Jack’s voice carried through the door.

Julia rose and unlocked the door. Jack ushered in a man with sandy hair who appeared to be in his thirties, nodded once to both of them, smiled unctuously, and closed the door behind him.

“Lock the door and unbutton your fly,” Julia ordered her new beau.

His eyes widened with glee and he did as instructed.

Julia made quick work of him, sucking his long, thin cock for less than five minutes before he jettisoned his load into her eager mouth and she gulped it all down. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she stood up, thanked him, and sent him on his way. As he exited, another man sidled in and closed the door behind him. He was balding and appeared to be in his forties.

“Lock the door and pull out your dick,” Julia hissed.

Julia knelt on the towel as he complied, then took his short, fat dick in her mouth and worked it over for a few minutes until he blew his load down her gullet. She rose, wiped her mouth, and kissed him on the cheek before unlocking the door and sending him off. Another man entered, and on it went.

Julia lost track of time and the number of cocks she had sucked—long, short, fat, thin, straight, bent—and the number of loads she had swallowed—salty, sweet, spicy, fruity, bitter, rancid. Well, it’s been at least six, so I’ve probably passed Daphne now, she said to herself with a satisfied smile.

When a tall man who looked to be pushing sixty exited with a spring in his step, Jack slipped back inside and locked the door. “How ya doing, angel? Need another pick-me-up?”

“Oh, Jack, that would be wonderful!” Julia chirped. The main thing coke makes you want to do is… more coke.

“Just give me a minute to get you set up.” He opened the snuffbox and carved two fat lines on the mirror’s surface. “Here ya go,” he snickered as he handed her the ivory straw.

Huff, ssnnrrrrk, cough. Huff, ssnnrrrrk, cough.

“Oh, that’s fucking amazing, Jack!” Julia swooned.

“Are you ready to keep going?”

“Oh, absolutely! Send ‘em in!”

And on it went. Julia sucked another half dozen cocks or so, and drank another half dozen loads of thick, hot cum. She was sitting on the toilet waiting for her next suitor when her stomach began rumbling and gurgling. I didn’t seriously think I could swallow enough cum to make me puke, she marveled. At that moment, she heard arguing in the hallway, then a bit of commotion, then someone pounding on the door.

 Bam! Bam! Bam! “Julia, are you in there? It’s Harvey Davenport! Please open up!”

Jesus fucking Christ!

“Julia?” Bam! Bam! Bam!

Julia crept to the door, slid the bolt open, and opened the door a crack. She noticed that an X had been marked on the doorframe outside.

“Mr. Davenport?”

“Julia, are you decent?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Please let me in.”

Julia opened the door wider and stepped aside so Harvey could enter the washroom. He closed the door behind him and locked it. “To keep the others out,” he explained.

Julia slumped onto the toilet, sure that she was in for a lecture.

“Julia, I don’t know the full story, but then again I’m sure you don’t know the full story, either.”

“Mr. Davenport, I can explain. It was my idea, really.”

Harvey gave Julia a funny look. “Please tell me what happened. I promise that I won’t be mad. I just need to know what you think is going on.”

“I met this guy, he called himself Jack Frost. Because he could, um, make it snow.”

“All right, so you two came in here and did a little coke.”

Julia’s eyes flew open. “How did you— I mean—”

“How do I know what ‘snow’ means? Julia, cocaine was legal until 1915, and it certainly didn’t disappear after the Harrison Narcotics Tax Act was passed.” Harvey smiled indulgently. “And I see some traces of it on the countertop here. So tell me what happened next.”

“I, well, I…” Julia fell silent and looked at the floor.

“It’s all right,” Harvey assured her. Indicating the rumpled towel on the floor, he continued “I’m guessing you frenched him?”

Julia nodded slowly. “Yes.”

“It’s all right. I’m not surprised; I know that Daphne and Delilah have been doing their share of frenching, too.”

“Mr. Davenport?”

“Yes?”

“Daphne and Mrs. Davenport are calling it blowing now instead of frenching. I thought you might want to know.”

“Well, I appreciate that,” Harvey chuckled. “So then…”

Julia’s cheeks reddened as she recalled what she had said under the first rush of the drug. “I said I wanted to—” She hesitated before continuing. “I wanted to blow a bunch of men. I told him to send them in one after another. Oh my god,” she groaned.

“I promise you that we’re almost done. And that’s all that happened?”

“Well, he came back at one point and gave me some more coke to keep me going.”

“Okay, but no other deals?”

“Deals? What do you mean?”

“Did you see the X chalked outside the door?”

“Yes, I saw it when I let you in.”

“Well, I need to tell you about that. This Jack Frost fellow was spreading the word that there was a girl in the washroom with the X who was willing to french, er, blow anyone—”

“Not just anyone,” Julia defended herself. “I made sure to tell him no Irishmen and no old fossils. Can you imagine if one of my uncles had walked in? Or that vile Judge O’Malley?” She stuck out her tongue in disgust. “No chance!”

“The objection is sustained,” Harvey quipped, then became serious again. “But here’s what he said: the girl was willing to blow anyone, Irishmen and walking cadavers excluded, who paid him five dollars.”

“Paid him?!” Julia shrieked. “He pimped me out, that son of a bitch?” She jumped up with murder in her eyes. “God fucking damn it! Where is he?”

“It’s all right. Take it easy. When I heard the story, I knew it had to be either you or Daphne, and I had seen Daphne with Tommy just a moment earlier. So I rounded up two of your uncles and we knocked some sense into old Jack Frost.”

“Which two?”

“Brian and Seamus,” Harvey grinned.

“Oh, damn.” Julia’s eyes widened. “He’s going to be spitting out teeth, isn’t he?”

“If he’s lucky,” Harvey replied with a grim smile.

Julia processed that for a moment.

“Mr. Davenport, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I was kinda jealous that Daphne’s blown more guys than I have, and I think I went a little crazy trying to catch up.”

Harvey nodded sympathetically.

“And then I completely lost count. It must have been ten guys, easily. I think I’m getting a bellyache from all the cum I drank.”

“Oh, I know the feeling!” Harvey said without thinking.

Julia stared at him. “You…”

Harvey sighed. “Well, I know your dirty secrets, so it’s only fair that I tell you mine.”

Julia was intrigued. “Yes?”

“When Delilah is with another man, I— I eat his cum.”

Julia’s mouth fell open. “Mr. Davenport!” she gasped.

“It started this year, on New Year’s Eve, to be precise.”

A sly grin crept across Julia’s face. “You drank the cumshot cocktail, did you?”

Harvey laughed. “No, I didn’t. But Delilah gave me a wet, sloppy kiss after she drank it, so I’m considering that to be the first time.”

“Okay, so when did it happen for real?” Julia asked eagerly.

“February tenth was our twentieth anniversary—”

“Ooh la la, très romantique!”

“Would you like to hear this or not?”

“Okay, okay, I’ll be good.”

“A young man, a colleague of mine, stopped by and before the evening was over, Delilah had convinced him to eat my cum out of her, um—”

“What, her pussy?”

“Yes, out of her pussy,” Harvey continued, shaking his head in disbelief. “And then he came all over her tits and she made me lick it up.”

“Oh, she made you do it, hmm?”

“Well, it was certainly her idea to begin with.” With a dreamy look in his eyes, Harvey continued. “But there’s something so erotic about seeing her pleasure another man until he can’t control himself and shoots his cum all over her hot, soft body. She loves the feeling of power, knowing that she was able to do that to him. For him. With him. And I love seeing the proof that she used her sexy body, her mouth, her tits, her pussy in such a filthy—” He stopped abruptly, finally realizing that it was wildly inappropriate to be discussing this with his daughter’s best friend.

Julia was spellbound, and a wet spot had formed on the seat of her dress. “Holy moly, Mr. Davenport. Keep talking.”

Harvey cocked his head, not entirely sure what was happening.

“Mr. Davenport,” Julia began. “I just spent an hour giving countless men orgasms. Now it’s my turn. I’m going to touch myself while you finish your story.”

Harvey hesitated, and Julia arched one eyebrow and slid her skirt up to reveal her cherry-red pussy framed by a small patch of ginger hair above it. Harvey’s eyes popped out. “J-Ju—”

“So you licked his cum off her tits for your anniversary. Then what happened next?” Julia began rubbing her tender clit and pinching one nipple through her dress.

“I— well, the next time was the St. Patrick’s Day party. You were there, of course.”

“Mmm,” Julia hummed in agreement as she continued pleasuring herself. “I sure was. I blew the same two waiters who gave Daphne and Mrs. Davenport those cumshot cocktails. They came all over my tits—”

“By golly, Julia—” Harvey yawped.

“And then your tramp of a daughter showed up just in time to…” Julia paused while she hooked her thumbs into the flimsy shoulder straps of her dress.

“Lick all of their cum…” Julia lowered her thumbs, pulling the straps down over her shoulders.

“Jesus, Julia—”

“Off my cute little tits…” Julia eased the dress lower over her chest.

“J—”

“And then kiss me so I...