Erin needs you to use your connections to ruin some bitches.

Erin asks for your personal phone records and contacts, so she can see who you’ve been selling to at the University. Not only do you eventually agree to this, but you come up with a great idea of getting her information from your lieutenants as well. Your lieutenant **** dealers and henchmen are the people who have been in constant contact with hundreds of college students over the past couple of years, and it doesn’t divulge any of your personal connections in the process. Soon you’re engaged in a bidding war with Erin, selling names, phone numbers, Venmo and PayPal addresses in exchange for sexual favors... and a little bit of cash.

"That settles it then," Erin declares, taking the pencil she's been chewing furiously out of her mouth and putting the finishing touches on the proposal she has drafted up. "$5000 per phone, it doesn’t matter whose phone it is as long as it’s not yours, and I get to keep the one time snapshot of phone numbers and names. You’ll be paid $100 an hour salary in order for helping me decode potentially annoying nicknames or slang synonyms, and I’ll even suck you off to completion for every 10 names you get me that I didn’t have an idea of before. But only for the ones that I didn’t suspect! If you think I’m just gonna suck your dick because you confirmed my superior intellect's analytical hunches..."

"Yes yes yes," you eagerly agree. "Just like you said: you get the contact information and go through it first. I’ll help you with whatever you have questions on, and we'll all have a merry Christmas."

It’s completely immoral, and not just from a normal person's standpoint. The **** dealer selling out clientele information violates a lot of principles in the underground code of honor, but Erin‘s tight pussy and a couple of spare Benjamins in your pocket make it worth it. Besides it wasn’t your information you were giving out…