Tails.

"Fuck." Jen looked at the coin, shaking her head sadly. Things weren't going her way today.

"Alright, we should go by a Best Buy or something quick to grab a cheap prepaid phone and bluetooth headset. I'll need to keep tabs on you while you're in there."

Jen grimaced. Because you're about to be a moron, was the unspoken subtext. "Best two out of three on the coin flip?"

Mark laughed. "Come on, maybe you'll like it. Maybe Grink likes classy, intelligent women."

After grabbing and testing the equipment, Mark slipped the phone into her breast pocket. "Now, remember, try to keep this thing within a few feet of yourself. The mic isn't amazing and I don't know how much I'll hear from across the room."

She glared at him. "I'm not an idiot. Yet."

They pulled up in front of the house. It was a smallish bungalow in a quiet, middle-class neighborhood.

"Ok, here goes nothing."

Jen walked up to the front door and knocked twice. Almost immediately, Grink appeared. He was a heavyset guy in his mid-thirties with heavy bags under his bloodshot eyes. He had short hair and an unkempt beard, and was wearing a white t-shirt and gray shorts. "You Joseph's sister?"

Keeping up the bimbo act that she was sure Joseph had relayed to Grink, she grinned. "Yep! Are you Grink?"

He smiled and gestured for her to come in. "Yes ma'am, at your service." Upon entering she was immediately hit with the stench of cheap pot. "What can I do for you?"

"Well, uh, I tried those study pills and I loved 'em! I told my friends about them, and now they wanna try 'em too! Do you have any left?" With that last question, she brushed his arm flirtatiously.

He smiled, taking the bait. "Uh, yeah, I got a few but they aren't cheap. Come on in and have a seat, we can talk particulars over a bowl. You smoke?"

Jen suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. "Yeah, sometimes." she giggled. "It always goes straight to my head, though."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that here, baby." Ugh. He picked up a bong from the coffee table. "This stuff is smooth as silk. It'll even you out and leave you feeling like a million bucks." He lit up the bong and took a long draw, then passed it her with a small cough.

She grabbed the bong. It looked like she was doing this. She brought it to her mouth, lit the lighter, and sucked in smoke.

Jen hadn't smoked much weed since undergrad, and she never smoked shit like this. The burn was intense and the flavor made her bile rise. She spewed out smoke with a long, hacking cough. "Oh wowee, what is this stuff?" she asked hoarsely.

Grink grinned. "You ever had kief before? It's a whole different ball game."

Oh, goddamnit. This moron had just given her a huge hit of kief. Well, in a for a penny, in for a pound. She sucked down another hit and felt her eyes water. As she exhaled a huge plume out of her nose, an intense dizziness hit her. She didn't cough, she realized. Why hadn't she coughed?

Grink was smiling at her. There was something a little scary about his smile, but she found she liked it. Oh God, she was turning into his stoner girl already! That's why she hadn't coughed - by the time she took a second hit, she was already a veteran smoker!

"Whew, that went straight to my head..." She wasn't putting on an act anymore. With her rapidly diminishing wits she remembered the phone in her pocket. She tried to speak clearly, at an angle where she knew it'd pick up her voice. "I feel really different. That made me feel very, very different. I think I'm really, uh, um..." She was what?

She was sitting down. Grink was helping her onto the couch. He was kinda cute, she realized. She probably only thought that way because of the pills or whatever, but that didn't bother her. "You want another toke?" She nodded vigorously.

"You gotta be careful with this stuff, it can get you into trouble..." There was the weird smile again. She brought the pipe to her mouth. Grink was so thoughtful, offering her free kief and watching out for her while she smoked. She sucked down hard and felt the delicious smoke flood her lungs. She slowly laid back on the couch as she blew a series of perfectly shaped rings across the room.

She remembered about the guy in Jeep. Mark. She was supposed to figure out where Grink kept his stuff. Easy peasy. She could do that. "Where do you keep your stuff?"

Grink eyed her suspiciously. "Why do you care where I keep it?" Oh shit, he was onto her. Think fast! She stared at the ceiling. What was she gonna tell him? This was important, she couldn't let him-

"...Jen?" Oh shit. She forgot to answer. "Uh, I don't know, I wanna see what you've got. Do you have any other stuff like that study pill?"

Grink relaxed. She liked to see him relax, he must be really tense from dealing with **** all day. She was fine just using 'em. She rubbed a hand lazily across her chest and was surprised to feel that her tits were bigger. Like, a lot bigger. She looked down. "Oh, shit. My tits are huge!"

Grink laughed. He had the cutest laugh! She laughed too. They laughed together for a while. Then he suddenly sat next to her and tried to kiss her. She started to kiss him back, but then thought of something. "Hey Grink." She smiled lazily. "How about we smoke another bowl?" Grink grunted and walked away.

She sat back in a stupor. She reached down and felt her new clothes. Her t-shirt was really, really tight and she had a light flannel shirt on over it. She took off the flannel shirt and tossed it in the corner. It landed with a thud, like there was something heavy in it. I want something heavy in me, she though mischievously. Grink's cock.

She looked down through a haze at her little shorts. They were so cute! She felt her hair, curly and long like the guy from Led Zeppelin. They should fuck to Zeppelin, she decided.

Grink reappeared with a pipe and a lighter. "Hey pal!" She laughed. This stuff was going straight to her head. "Let's smoke up!" She snatched the pipe and lit it up, taking a huge rip.

"Watch it lady, that's my good stuff!" No kidding, she thought. The room was spinny. She unsteadily handed him back the pipe. "No kidding, man."

"Now are we gonna fuck, or what?" Grink had such a way with words. He sat down next to her and lovingly rammed his hand down her panties. "Ooh, Grink..."

"Take off your shirt. Follow me." She loved how he took charge. Dropping her shirt to the floor (wasn't she wearing a bra before?), she followed him into his room. There was stuff all over the place - he must be rich to have so many video games! He brushed a bunch of stuff off of the bed and flopped down. He patted the mattress next to him.