The midnight air was cold and dry. Elaine Taylor wrapped her arms around herself and she hurried along. Slightly tipsy, she stumbled along the row of squat houses that lined the road to her suburban home. As had become customary, she had spent her Friday night at the bar with friends, drinking and chatting about better days. In her thirties, life had settled into an unsatisfactory routine of cooking, cleaning, and caring for the household, and it fundamentally disagreed with the woman she had always been. She was intelligent and independent, outgoing and adventurous, but a pregnancy in her teenage years had denied her the chance to spend more of her youth taking on the world. Of course, the unexpected pregnancy was itself a consequence of her promiscuity. Steven, a reliable and responsible breadwinner, was hardly the man the sexual deviant had imagined herself marrying.

As she turned into a small alley, she noticed a trio of wrinkled beggars sitting on the rough gravel, backs to her. Homeless old men were becoming an increasingly ubiquitous feature in the peripheries of the city. They were huddled together in the cold, perceptibly shivering. Her heart went out to them. Sliding her jacket deftly off her slim shoulders, she strode towards the men, intending to offer her outerwear to protect them from the harsh weather.

Hearing the sound of high heels against asphalt, the three old men swiveled in unison to stare up at her. In a moment of horror, Elaine realized that they had been crouching together not for warmth but to share a beat-up Playboy magazine, clearly a prized find from a nearby dumpster. Nor had their trembling anything to do with the wind – their cocks were out and calloused hands were resting on it. She stood staring with mounting dread. One beggar looked questioningly at her oustretched hand, still proffering her jacket. The other two had fixed their eyes upon Elaine’s statuesque frame. A dark grey crop top clung to her torso, exposing her elegant shoulders and a toned midriff. Her skirt, dancing in the breeze, suddenly felt too short for comfort. She made to reclaim her jacket, to turn and retreat, but she could only stand frozen.

Her eyes widened as she noticed the scene depicted on the magazine. A pornstar was squatting on the ground, enthusiastically sucking the cocks of three older men. Her breasts had bite marks and her pussy looked well used. Bile rose up Elaine’s throat. Yet a tingling in her loins was rising in intensity. Amidst the disgust she found a perverse sense of arousal, even attraction, to the entire situation. The three men turned to face her, hands returning to stroke their hardening cocks, and she could not summon the will or the strength to turn away.