Considerably terrible.

You didn't expect much in the way of consideration for other people's belongings from Dirk, but he fell far short of your exceedingly low bar. Things started off with a bang...literally. Both him pounding sissygasms out of you as he banged you for hours until his stoner boner finally gave out, then threw you to the floor with a BANG and left you to twitch and tremble, practically comatose from climaxes.

Things went downhill from there. He broke the lock on your Dad's private freezer and cooked his aged $400 steaks for dinner. For his dinner anyway. He made you a salad with his "homemade dressing". Embarrased, you still eagerly ate it. The shame adding to the hotness of it all. Of course it helped that he kept you stoned which made you feel more submissive and compliant, and fear did the rest. You were terrified of what your father would do when he got home, but Dirk was here now...and he told you not to worry, he had a plan to fix everything.

So that's what you told yourself. After all, Dirk always seemed to slip out of trouble anytime he was about to get caught. And you were having too much fun doing all the things you never dared do before to stop now. Or at least, you were watching Dirk have too much fun do all the things you never dared do before. But you at least get to lick the plate when he's done.

So when you suck his cock for hours while he smokes your dad's Cuban cigars, you get a sore jaw, what feels like a lifetime of throbbing and and drooling needily for your sissy clit, and a final shuddery release when he blows smoke and splooge all over your eager face. The more he pushes you around and uses you, the more you feel like he must deserve everything he takes.

So when he drinks your dad's liquor cabinet dry, you're just grateful of the belts he drips into your open mouth as you bounce on his cock. When he makes you put on your mom's designer gowns so he can "fuuuuck mea rich bish!" you just are grateful for the feel of the velvety fabric against your skin as he pummels your pussy with his hard, arrogant cock! When he breaks into the petty cash footlocker and takes $3000 to order "caviar limo pizza" you are just grateful to taste it on his tongue before he lowers your head down to his grease covered prick.

But fun is fun and done is done, and the week is almost over and you have no idea how Dirk plans to fix all this. Your parents will be home in the morning and the place looks like it has been burgled...mostly because it has. You finally work up the courage to ask, "Uhm, Dirk, how are you going to fix all this?" You try to sound firm and resolute, but it's hard to do when you are wearing a sexy girl scout uniform and a load of cum on your face.

"Oh no worries, Barbie. I have the perfect plan. I leave...and you take the fall...and you can't tell on me if you want me to keep your sissy, **** using, dick loving secrets. Pretty sweet plan right?" Dirk looks into your eyes welling with tears and he looks back at you quizzically. Like he can't fathom why you are so surprised and heartbroken. He just did what he's always done, what he does to everyone. And you let him like a lovestruck teeny bopper. "Aaaaanyway...I've got to make like a leaf and smooooke. But hey, if you don't end up dead or in jail, give me a call sometime and we'll party. I really did love fucking your holes."

He says it with an earnestness you think is supposed to be touching, but he is out the door before you can ask. Now you are left to figure out what you are going to do. You can stay here and face the music, but that seems like worse than suicide. Your only other option is to run fast and run far and never look back. You don't know how a soft, spoiled sissy like you will survive the mean streets, but you aren't sure you really have a choice.