She's a drugged-up puddle of mush

How is Tiffany doing?

Tiffany is a complete drugged up mess. The blonde's eyes can’t focus and are practically rolling around like she's got brain damage. She’s sweating bullets down her tan cheerleader skin and she's shaking, shivering. Tiffany has also started to grind her teeth from being full throttle in the throes of MDMA ecstasy.

"Look, darling," Alice says, "daddy is back." Looks like Tiffany missed you, although not that much, as Alice raises up her arm that has been between Tiffany’s legs to wave at you. Her hands are completely soaked with highschool pussy juice.

Tiffany is practically convulsing between orgasm and overdose, unable to understand what Alice is saying or even spot you the mere 12 feet across the room. Her lips open and parts and she tries to say some thing but no known words come out, just a bunch of babbling syllables.

This is a point where some people would panic: ask themselves stupid questions like "Has she had too much?" "Is this the right thing to do?" But you know Tiffany‘s not gonna die, she’s just gonna be completely incapable of remembering the majority of the evening. And it doesn’t matter if it’s the right thing or not, it’s going to be sexy as hell.

You scoop Tiffany up... and you practically have to hold her up... as she detaches her puffed out, lesbian teased pussy lips from the seat's plastic surface. Alice runs her hand over the wet seating surface and licks her fingers.

"Hi cutey. God, you look so good beautiful," you give Tiffany some positive reassurance before you really do damage to her.

The next several minutes are going to be burned, literally chemically burned, into her psyche for the rest of her young life. Even if she doesn’t remember, this is going to shape who she is in the bed, out and about with friends, and deeply change the way she sees herself. Tiffany is completely impressionable and open right now: you have access to really rearranging her frame of mind in her drug-addled state.

Reassured but totally like a baby bird reliant on you, Tiffany allows you to move her back to the more crowded main room of the bar. She's almost totally passive, not even bothering to put one of her free-swinging teenage tits back into her dress.

The slutty outfit is riding up so high that you can see her glimmering pussy juice stains when the light in the dingy place catches it at the right angle. Tiffany clings to you, completely at a loss. The babe-licious high school cheerleader looks up at you with defenseless eyes, complete indifference, and she’s shaking in the middle of a drug rush.

You decide it would be fun to…