Tristan Tries to Negotiate with Jaunie

“That’s it?” Jaunie asked as she casually counted out the tablets in her palm, before slipping them back in their container and placing it in her pocket.

“Yeah, a lot of the liquid was wasted breaking it down. If you want more and can share more details of what it is I can increase the count.” Tristan replied casually, trying to shake the dull echo of the **** high which seemed to buzz in his head every time he was around Crystal, and strangely seemed to be drumming in his head right now.

Apparently Cherish and Mars felt that side effect too, something Tristan planned to explore more closely if he got more.

It made him feel more anxious, and in less control of the lie he was feeding this chick.

“So let me get this right. This is my take for my money. And, AND… These are instructions for any future drop to make more.” Jaunie remarked with a smirk of disbelief, holding up a piece of paper with abstract instructions on it. Jaunie felt her body practically vibrating to move into fucking Tristan. The corruption so imbedded tugging on her flourishing link to the Idol and physical addiction to spread and foster its taint.

“Let’s be honest. You wanted this stuff made right. Which means you’re looking to deal it. I’m all good to hide in the background producing. But I want a cut of future product.” Tristan remarked looking up and down the park pathway in paranoia.

“I’ll tell you what. I want more for sure. But let’s be straight. I don’t plan to traffic. Its party favours for me.” Jaunie replied, eyeing Tristan up and down before deliberately averting her gaze. “But I want a bill a bottle. And one bottle worth of pills for every two I deliver.”

Tristan was quickly thinking the math over, roughly $10 a pill would be his base cost, before processing. Factoring in middle men and fronts he frowned. “They’re never going to sell at that price.” Tristan replied rubbing his brow. “Maybe thirty, otherwise I need to know what I can use to cut it. Which means its formula.”

Jaunie chuckled in response slowly standing up. “If you wanted a fair deal you would have delivered more than 12 pills. Did you enjoy them?”

“I don’t kno…”

“Cut the crap. I can sense it on you.” Jaunie promptly cut him off, she glared at him knowingly, and dominantly. She found strength and empowerment in the shock and fear on Tristan's face as he yielded to instinct and shrunk back from her.

Tristan leaned away, he hadn't expected the sudden call out and confrontation, he struggled for a response to feign innocence only to feel the vibe of the **** high sort of rise suddenly within him. He questioned if she somehow exposed him, his stiffening cock awkwardly bent in his pants as he worried he would be reduced to a ****-induced fuck beast.

“Its sort of like an acid flashback. It surges when near others who’ve been exposed to the substance.” Jaunie stated, confident, knowingly, and deliberately making her voice more sultry and alluring. “Makes for a good honesty test.” Jaunie then added her voice going bland and factual.

“I’ll deliver your bottles. There will be 6, 2 I get the full batch from. Plus another $50 each for the four you keep. Don’t try cheating me, I’m your only source for the liquid. Send someone to Gia to arrange the exchange.” Jaunie’s voice was stern, her body language clear it didn’t want to be threatened or challenged, as she promptly stood up from the picnic bench, turned and walked away.

Smiling broadly, she paused and looked back. “And it's called Dizzy, or D. For Desire.” Jaunie named the **** before continuing on her way.

Tristan cursed under his breath, he didn't like this lack of control