What's next for this 18 year old babe at your bar?

You bring Tiffany back out to the heart of the bar as the hour gets to the wrong side of 1 AM. The 18-year-old blonde cheerleader is spun off her ass from all the drugs you’ve given her, shaking her hips against anything that moves, caressing her firm tight teen body in shameless self pleasure, and gushing all over your fingertips whenever you bring your hand underneath her skirt to pet her pussy. Tiffany’s lost her panties somehow, a likely souvenir for one of the guys at the bar tonight.

But the bar has run its course with Tiffany as far as being an intriguing venue… Brats get bored, and Tiffany is an entitled hottie. There’s something else going on, too… Tiffany’s acting… Erratic… And it’s NOT just the kind of way a snotty, 18-year-old rocked off of drugs normally acts. Something further is going on with Tiffany.

"Daddy?" Tiffany asks you in an insecure voice, pulling you aside from the throng for a minute, "Will you still love me even though I bullied Shayna Spencer right before she committed suicide?" She blinks dilated blue eyes and toys her straight blonde hair around her fingertips.

The way Tiffany’s looking at you, it’s almost like she really thinks you’re her father? Is she she that far gone off of just some MDMA? Well, not just MDMA…

You play up the opportunity which has presented itself, stroking Tiffany and her sweat-matted blonde hair, pulling her to your chest. "Yeah, baby, daddy's always gonna love you, you hot little piece. Doesn’t matter what you do as long as you give daddy what he wants." You hiss perversely. Tiffany smells like coconut shampoo even through the acrid layers of smoke.

That's exactly what you tell a girl, she’s good as long as she makes her holes available.

"Even though I slept with her boyfriend at the funeral?" Tiffany‘s eyes are not just glazed over: the pupils are super dilated from the cocaine and Molly too. You think there’s something else at play here …

Your first bet is the Haitian dude, and when you shake him down he reassures you that the "fast L" was just speed, methamphetamine, and good old Jamaican marijuana. These things wouldn’t explain Tiffany’s behavior, but they certainly would get her back on the right track... So you make a deal, exchanging a quarter of an eight ball for the Haitian's favor, you ask him to roll Tiffany another cocktail of weed, Speed, and meth. That should combat whatever paranoia or psychological mess she’s going through right now, while leaving her a dripping horny puddle for you to fuck into oblivion later on…

"Hang out right here, baby. Smoke this bad boy down and I’ll be right back," you reassure Tiffany, thumbing her perky nipples under her tight club dress. You wink at the Haitian and leave the two at the bar while you track down Alice.

It takes more than a few minutes: Alice is in the back section where she introduced Tiffany to anonymous lesbian sex for the first time, and it’s only when Alice comes up from between the legs of one of the Latina birthday celebrators that you find her. Sure enough, Alice is to blame for Tiffany’s weird behavior.

"It’s just a little bit of acid, dude!" Alice defends, licking pussy juice off of her lips. "That arrogant Twat could use a little bit of opening up her mind."

Acid is a great drug to fuck on, but it certainly can get hairy for someone who is not mentally self-aware, and Tiffany sure doesn’t fit that profile. You decide not to waste your time arguing with Alice about what’s already been done, but you wanna know a little bit more about the particular brand of LSD that the 18-year-old is spinning on. Will she still be down to fuck? Is your main concern

"Oh yeah, man, she’s going to be putty in your hands," Alice smirks at you. "That stuff isn’t your typical hippie shit, it’s going to make her gash tremble and quake for the next 48 hours, even after her head is right again." That’s music to your ears, but you still need a little bit more detail.

"Should be very impressionable, very vulnerable, but I think you'll like that, right?" Alice laughs and you can’t help but crack a grin. "She’s hitting her first wave right about now, I bet, so just be a little bit emotionally patient, give her some uppers if she starts falling asleep, and in about an hour and a half or two hours she’s going to be a complete nympho. Literally, anything you want to do to her, she’ll be not just willing, she’ll be unable to not cum her little teenage brain out while you do it to her."

Information procured, you thank Alice, although she doesn’t get any drugs from you because she went rogue on her own. Then you quickly go back to the bar to scoop up Tiffany. She’s pulling the Haitian's massive black cock through his pants while he marks her white skin with aggressive hickeys, running his big tongue around the teenage girl's neck like it was a piece of candy.

"Oh my fucking god, that guy was so big, he would probably split me in half." Tiffany sounds just as excited as scared, but she’s glad to see you because she feels more comfortable with you than anyone at the bar. "You wouldn’t let him do that to me would you daddy? You wouldn’t let him hurt Tiffany, would you?"

You almost have a feeling Tiffany would enjoy the pain, but you dodge a double-edged question by sinking two fingers down to the second knuckle in her slit, making Tiffany‘s blue eyes flutter closed as you vow, "I’m gonna be the one splitting you in half tonight, baby."