A new market had opened up in the underworld for a type of addict that terrified the masses. These crazed lunatics could be seen walking up and down the streets of the south side late at night, keeping an eye out for their next fix or rolling down city streets in shady looking vehicles with a crazed expression on their faces. Amateurs. Losers. First timers who didn't know how to get their fix the right way yet. They would get caught soon enough. This drug was unforgiving, and if you ran with the wrong crowd, if you were sloppy, you got an oak box and a mention in the prison obituaries.
Olivia was a bit more practiced in her art. She didn't bother prowling the sidewalks by schools or keeping an eye out for college girls drinking in seedy bars. Why bother going on the hunt when she could get her drug to come to her? There were so much easier ways to go about it. After all, she was a knockout. Her long black hair with a splash of pink on the ends, and her porn star body underneath her bright green halter top were a testament to her method, and of course the plastic surgery helped. She knew what men wanted these days. The stupid men anyways. The easy ones. They wanted huge breasts, a skinny waist and legs going on for miles prancing around on six inch heels. Someone they thought they could take advantage of and overpower. But Olivia was a junkie. Too bad for them.
"Hey hey hey, baby!" came a voice from a nearby truck. Olivia glanced over only to see a fat old man with salt and pepper hair leaning halfway out of his chevy, "Lookin' good!"
With a small smile she pranced over to the driver side window and leaned up, making sure to squeeze her boobs together while she peered up at him, "Hey baby! Looking for a good time?"
"Sure am. How much?" he asked.
"Twenty for a BJ, fifty for the full package."
"Alright, baby, get in." The man cooed. Olivia complied. The fat sack of stupid drove Olivia out to the beach where he parked along a dark, abandoned stretch of parking spaces. Olivia hadn't stopped staring at him since the moment she got in the car.
The way the vein in his neck stuck out just a little made her want to run her long nails across his throat. The way he swallowed made her throat go dry. His gravely voice, complimenting her all the while made her yearn to hear him yell out for her and the jutting, impatient movement of his legs as he drove was driving her absolutely mad. Only when they had finally parked, and only when he was crawling on top of her did she finally give in. With a slip of her hand she reached into her purse and produced a small knife. She brought her free hand up to his mouth and gently pressed her finger his lips, shushing him as he reached for his belt. Suddenly, with a jerk of her arm she threw the knife to his throat and slashed. The man yelled out in pain and threw himself back, but Olivia wasn't a beginner. She lunged towards him, throwing her free hand over his fist as he swung at her and yelled, but his screams were turning to choking sounds as she stabbed over and over at his throat. Eventually he stopped struggling. His body grew cold and he slouched against the driver's side door, his eyes glossy as he stared up at her. Olivia's hands were covered in his blood. Her top was ruined. She grinned a dark, sadistic grin and fell against the passenger side of his truck. Pulling a cigarette from her bag, she brought it to her lips and lit up.
"Oh, God, that's good..."