Offer Ally cocaine

"How about a little bit of blow?" you suggest, cracking open a fat baggie of Columbia's finest white. Ally's eyes widen and she pauses, hesitating.

Cocaine is a hell of a ****, and the little junkie cunt like this stoner would sniff up your whole stash if you turned your back on her long enough. But Ally knows coke is expensive, and from the looks of things, this sorority stoner is on hard times, barely able to keep her basic cigarette addiction rolling.

"Oh, I don' t know..." Ally trails off, but looks hungrily at the white stimulant in the bag.

"Hey, relax, baby." You put an arm over the babe's shoulder, rubbing her close to you. "I got you this time. You know what I mean? I'll take care of you."

By 'take care' of her, you mean get her high and fuck her without protection, and you bust out a big fat line of cocaine on Ally's desk. You make a point to show Ally how much money you have in your wallet, and you pick out an old $1 bill from the fat folds of Benjamins and $20s. A **** slut like this doesn't get to be choosy about what she's putting in her nose hole.

Or any of those holes, for that matter, you decide. Your arm drips down behind Ally to her backside. The stoner girl shivers and inches away from your contact, but the conflict is strong. Her desire for your product is primitive. The **** right there on the table, even if it means her body...

She's going to end up doing a lot of things she regrets in order to get high with you.

Ally lets you touch her, running your hand over her svelte little buttercup butt. With a paw, you press her closer to you, her scent of cigarettes and hippy incenses filling your senses.

"I got you baby," you reassure her again. You break the cocaine into two long lines and offer Ally the dollar bill to go first.

The raven-haired stoner babe sucks down the cocaine with only a moment's hesitation. Straightening up and throwing the hair out of her face, she shuts her eyes and lets her mouth fall open a minute. Ally stands unguarded as the rush of adrenaline surges through her slender frame. Her bracelets jingle as she reflexively opens and closes the palms of her hands.

Ally lets out a soft moan as her brain gets assaulted from the massive gagger of brutally strong cocaine.

You take a bit of blow yourself, but leave a portion of the second rail for Ally. This time you place your hands clearly on her ass, more possessively, cupping her butt and caressing the inside of her thigh through the flimsy material of her yoga pants. You etch the beginning of her pussy with two fingers, and Ally moans and unconsciously rubs herself back against you.

Bitches get so **** and needy when they get a good rail of cocaine. You're going to have this little stoner girl eating out of the palm of your hand before midnight.

Handing Ally the $1 bill again, you point to the rest of the line of cocaine on her desk. "Go ahead, I know you want it."

"Get a little greedy. Overindulge. You're going to have a lot of fun tonight."

You jab a finger into the folds of her pussy through her shorts. Grabbing her by the pussy, you push her down onto the desk over the second line of ****. She sucks it down like a good little obedient whore, then straightens up and falls back against your chest.

There's almost no aversion to your physical touch at all know; she's compliant and more peaceful for you. Ally leans back in your arms and you go to work on her.