Party sluts are only as good as their favors.

You can still taste the geriatric jizz of the shopkeep lingering on your tongue. Sucking off a stranger for free booze was the most depraved, deviant, dirty, decadent, delicious thing you've ever done in your life, and Emma is driving along like it's just another Friday. For her, maybe it is. She catches your shocked, superior stare and snaps back, "Yeah, yeah...I'm a slut. I'm a whore. The only reason people hang out with me is because I can score party favors or offer sexual favors. And you know what, I fucking love it. So before you fix that holier than thou glare on me, look in the mirror, Lil' Miss Cums Her Panties While Sucking Cock."

You don't have a pithy comeback to that one, and even if you did, your sister's hurt, hateful expression would **** it dead before it left your lips. You don't know what to say. You spent so long looking down on your sister while simultaneously being jealous of her, it never occured to you that you would feel sorry for her some day. You spend the rest of the ride in silence, both sulking and simmering and blaming each other for the awkward pall hanging over you.

Emma brightens as you pull up to your next stop, no doubt to drag you deeper into her druggy dickdumb depravity, and you brighten up so you don't kill your buzz worrying about what comes next when you should be looking forward to when you'll cum next. "Okay, so this is our ticket to a week filled with champagne, caviar, and cum. Dale is a straight up dirtbag, but he has enough shit to get us a pass to Brad's guest room and all the goodies it comes with. He might have a little thing for you, so play nice."

You aren't sure which part is the most alarming or most arousing, that Emma plans to drag you to a week long pervy party hosted by your worst enemy, that the spread includes gourmet delights and gooey dicks, or that your ticket to the fuckfest is held by the pervy neighborhood dealer with a hard on for you. In the short term, it's definitely the degenerate pusher predator that used to catcall you and show you his countdown calendar for when you 'turned legal'.

"Either I am way higher than I realized or my dreams of a twin countdown calendar for when you 'turned legal'.

Dale opens his door with his usual stoned, shit eating grin. You look at him as if for the first time and decide that yep, he still looks shady and sinister. He looms over you with a taut, angular physique that still suggests the power to snap you like a twig. His features are sharp and serpentine, but you could almost describe his as attractive in a bad boy way. You remind yourself that despite your eventful morning of crossdressing, pegging, and cocksucking, that you are still straight, but that still doesn't stop you from sneaking a peek at Dale's hard abs or cut cum gutters visible and vigorous from his loosely tied robe. He finally processes what he is seeing and says, "Either I am way higher than I realized or my dreams of a twin sandwich are about to cum true!"

You follow yourself inside, biting your tongue so you don't tell him that they don't name sandwiches after the bread. Dale's house is filled with a cloud of weed stank and he doesn't seem remotely shy about showing off his illegal ****. "Make yourselves at home. I assume you came over to get high and hang out, because you sexy sluts only ever come see Dale when your stash runs dry." You are a little surprised that he has such accurate perception, but then he smiles broadly and blankly like it was just a joke.

Dale lounges on the couch and motions toward his coffee table which is littered with piles of weed, a plethora of pills, and God knows what else mixed in. Emma slides down opposite Dale and starts wordlessly rolling a joint, which leaves a free spot next to the creep. You shoot her a nasty look and she gives you her Ice Princess smile that lets you know better than to argue. His arm immediately encircles you and you squirm against his strong, strapping grip. You aren't sure which is more uncomfortable, how skeevy and dirty it makes you feel...or how titillated and turned on. "So, how long have you been pimping out your lil' sis'sy, Emma?"

Emma shoots one of her patented pissed off princess looks at Dale and then thinks better of it, bringing out the bubbly bimbo affect, "Oh, you know, just like since this morning when I caught Ella going through my panties and pills and dildos. She looooooves it up the ass and creams her panties when she sucks cock." You stare slackjawed at your sister for spilling your secrets, but then she passes you a fat joint and you take a puff. As the smoke fills your lungs and pumps up to your brain, a synergistic, sublime sensation sinks into you bone deep and blissed out. You suddenly aren't worried about Dale knowing your sordid deeds or what you will have to do to score the party favors. After all, you are rolling and toking and dressed like a pornslut in your nasty neighborhood neer do well's house...he already knows what you are here for, even if you only have an eeriely erotic estimate.

"So, Ella, are you down with the dick? Or are you just going along with what your bratty bitch bimbo slut sister says so she doesn't expose you? Don't get me wrong, I am absolutely going to ruin you either way, and you are gonna cum buckets, but I like to know where I stand."

You wonder yourself. At a certain point, you wonder how much you can blame on **** and **** and how much is really your own fucked up urges. Then again, Emma has a history of selling you out and then blaming you for it.