Her plan is to get drunk

Tiffany, when he found her in her kitchen, was hard at work mixing a huge blender full of ice, lime juice and tequila. Wearing a bikini top and some sort of gauze wrap-thing around her hips that showed off miles of legs, she looked hot. Her bikini top had clearly been designed for someone with much smaller boobs and the heft of her huge knockers was barely contained by the tiny triangles of fabric. She also looked very serious about her beverage. So serious Rick quickly rejected his initial impulse of untying the bow knot that held the entire contraption to her chest.

"That looks good," Nicki offered.

"Yeah? Well, make your own."

"You mean you're planning on drinking all of that?"

Nicki's concern was well founded as it looked like Tiffany had poured a full bottle of tequila into the blender.

"If I did, who would care."

It was time, Rick knew, to step in. "First, a lot of us would care. Second, if you get drunk, you won't be able to help us with the plan."

Tiffany punched the blender's high-speed button and the sound of grating ice filled the kitchen for a good minute.

Finally she switched it off, poured herself a tumbler-full, and glugged it down, followed by pouring another tumbler-full.

"Okay," Rick said. "You've gotten that out. You've made your point. Getting suspended from your job is bad shit. But getting drunk is not the answer to the problem."

"Actually," Nicki put in, "I think getting drunk is the answer to most problems."

"That's because you're eighteen. I mean it, Tiffany. We've got to plan."

"Somehow your plans always seem to involve fucking."

Yeah, he'd noticed that. Not that he was complaining. "Actually, the plans normally don't involve fucking. That just seems to happen as a by-product. Maybe because people like to fuck."

"I like to fuck."

"Me too," Nicki put in.

"Well, if you don't get too drunk to do it, maybe we'll fuck later. Okay."

"I'm never too drunk to fuck," Nicki said.

"You're not helping," he told her. "Now come on, Tiffany. Let's go into the living room and talk things over."

She poured herself another drink before letting him tug her away from her deathgrip on the blender. Which, unsurprisingly, left Nicki in charge of it. She got busy pouring drinks for herself and the other women.

"You don't get one," she told Rick. "Drinking reduces libido and you're going to need your cock full-steam if we're going to get through this."

Rick didn't think a drink would harm his cock but he wasn't going to argue. So far, his plans seemed to lead from disaster to disaster. Every time it seemed like he'd finally found a way to get ahead, Bio-DNA and their tentacles in every political jurisdiction in Texas managed to block the path. It was time for all of them to think big, to look for a way to break Bio-DNA's power. Which was brilliant at a conceptual level. Unfortunately, he didn't have a clue how they'd actually do it.