We had another round of caviar, drained a couple more glasses of Champagne, and did more cocaine. Katie snorted four lines for every two I did.

"Sorry, I get really aggressive around good blow," she said. "So aggressive."

"Don't apologize," I said, the coke drip hitting the back of my throat. My smile was full of lust. "I love watching sexy girls do lines. Like I said, do them all, if you want."

"I want," she said, dropping her chin and looking up at me with a demonic fire.

"You're an insatiable coke whore," I said, now completely incapable of keeping my hands off Katie's body. I put my hands...