Can hardly be expected to do anything sober!

You want to try to be a good person today, maybe lay off the weed a bit and visit your family for once, but the thought of attempting such a feat sober fills you with dread. You try to hit dead ash in your bowl with little result and empty it.

You pick up your cell phone scroll your contacts to find your dealer, Tiffany, to try to get a delivery. You wish you were living in a legal state. You can fuck a bitch in the ass on the sidewalk but can't do it smoking a joint. You begin to compose a text.

"Can I get my usual for the usual deal, thx"

You get up and walk to the fridge, chug down an entire energy drink with no stopping, then crack another one and start sipping on it. Tiffany gives you a pretty sweet discount in trade for some piss, so you need to be prepared. Even more of a discount for a dose. You can hardly believe what a great deal it is. Tiffany is incredibly short, likely less than 5 feet, and incredibly light. What little weight she has is all in lithe flexible muscle, zero fat.

You play with yourself for a moment as you recall tossing her around the room. She has a fiery temper, but when she's been drinking piss she lets you do whatever you want.

"k come over" buzzes into your phone.

Fuck. You really didn't want to leave the house. You look sadly at the long dragged puddle. You'll have to clean that before you leave or it'll soak in. You could use a pisswhore. You frown then smile brightly as an idea hits you: invite Tiffany over to clean it as a bonus for delivery! She might do it then.

But she does seem to get mad at you for stupid shit. You wouldn't be surprised if she was offended by the proposition to clean your floor with her tongue. You don't wanna fuck up the deal.