Jess smiled as she considered the two thick, long lines of cocaine in front of her.

"Getting ready for work?" I asked with a laugh.

"Mike likes when I show up high," she said, referring to her client that Thursday evening.

"Coked up Jess is still my favorite Jess," I said and kissed the top of her head.

With incredible ease, the first line disappeared up her delicate nose.

"Oh, god, this is such good shit," she said. "It's hard for me to believe that I used to put up with mediocre coke for so long." She inhaled the second line, unphased that almost a gram of cocaine had just...