Arin Bluefield, a Coffee Enthusiast

As the video came to a close, Arin blinked blearily and looked around her now-dark room. Her eyes locked on a a mug, present from Sally, her BFF. Calling it a present may be a bit of an overstatement, it was more of a joke, really. It had "Coffee Slut" written on it. As her eyes locked on the text on the mug, taking in each and every contour, Arin's mind wandered back to when Sally gave it to her and remembered a joking, "Cheers! To Arin for doing anything for some coffee!"

The two thoughts started swirling in her mind, burrowing deeper and deeper into her psyche, 'I'm a coffee slut, I'll do anything for some coffee.' The new, combined thought pushed the earlier two even further into her mind's depths, as Arin remembered anything she'd ever done to get some coffee. The time she forgot her wallet and was lucky enough for the person behind her to buy it for her. She'd thanked him with a hug, but thinking about it now, she realized he could have done anything with her after buying her a coffee and she'd have happily gone along with it. 'Just a coffee slut, anything to get some coffee...' Another thought, pushing the others ever deeper grew in her mind, and with it, another memory came unbidden. This time, she remembered the first time she'd ever had coffee. The bitterness catching her off guard, rushing to fill it with cream and sugar, and her parents finding out. They'd always told her she wasn't allowed, that she wasn't old enough, but she was 13! A teenager! Of course she was old enough, and her parents warnings weren't going to keep her from trying some drink of all things. So, when her friend's parents asked if she was allowed, obviously she said that she was. Later, her friend's parents had told her parents and she had gotten in trouble for being naughty. 'Naughty... Coffee is naughty... Coffee sluts are naughty... Just a naughty coffee slut, I'll do anything for some coffee' And like that, a new realization hit Arin, shoving the others deeper still. Shivering as a naughty chill ran down her spine at the memory, yet another one bubbled up. Suddenly, Arin was remembering fighting with an ex. She'd given the barista a friendly kiss on the cheek when he gave her an extra shot of espresso on the house and her then-boyfriend saw the exchange. It was the day they broke up, as a matter of fact. A sentence he had said raged through her pliable mind, "Next thing I know, you'll be sleeping with some guy to get some coffee! Sorry, but I don't wanna be with some whore for coffee." The memory of the sentence seemed to stretch into eternity as yet another realization hit Arin, 'Naughty... slutty... whore... for coffee... will do... any...thing......'

Arin, once more, blinked blearily as she looked around the room as the morning sun came through the blinds. This time, rather than having just watched a video, she was just waking up. Eventually, she worked her way over to her empty coffee pot and went to start grinding some beans. To her horror however, she remembered needing to go out to the store and get some last night. "Fuck!" she swore, "How could I have forgotten to go get coffee, just what the hell did I end up doing last night?" Trying to remember what she did last night was fruitless, leaving her with only a headache to show for her efforts. Giving up, she checked herself in the mirror. 'A overly tight tank top, some equally gym shorts, and no underwear. Perfect.' Arin thought as she grabbed some gum to freshen up her breath, slipped on some heels, and headed toward the door. Kicking the door close behind her, Arin smirked as a thought brought a chill of pleasure to her, 'I've got some damn coffee to earn. I wonder, who will be kind enough to help out a naughty, little coffee slut like me?'