You'll take the bottom bunk, but you're no bitch.

Your short lived confidence just got fucked out of you and Red sounds like he has willpower to spare. You wonder how he can switch so quickly from cocksleeve to cocky, but you don't feel experienced enough to challenge him. You slink to the floor, still looking like a comely caricature of a pornstar. You whimper weakly, "uhm...I can take the bottom bunk."

Red looks down at you and asks, "So what's your name, cutie?" He begins molding a fat cock and lays it on your forehead, as if it's the most casual thing in the world. You feel yourself growing warm again, knowing how good it would feel to get fucked, but worried if you're too eager you'll end up your roomie's pocket pussy.

"My name is Bob. And I'm not really a bitch." You feel so flushed, and you can feel your form begging you to swallow Red's throbbing tendril. You try to resist the urge, try to tell yourself getting fucked wasn't the best feeling ever in the whole wide world. You are barely able to hold on, but you don't know for how much longer.

"We'll see about that...Bobbi. I might not be able to manhandle you like that warrior demon, Devlin, but I know how to turn out slime bois." You feel a moment of relief as Red slides his slippery shaft off your face and walks over to his dresser, but you are still wary of what the slimy sneak has planned. He pulls out a bottle of rum and a bong from his bottom drawer and you are relieved for a moment. If he thinks you're dumb enough to let him get you drunk and high so he can seduce you, he has another thing coming.

"Hope you don't mind if I relax before I fuck you senseless...Bobbi." Again he calls you by a girl's name and again you wish you hadn't surrendered your bunk status without a fight. He takes a few deep swigs off the rum and you can see it swirl inside him. He takes a few heavy hits off his bong and you see him grow cloudy inside. He has a glow about him that is alluring, but you try to ignore that and prepare for his next trick.

"Hee hee...yoush...yore...hee hee hee...you cute." He's so trashed he can barely stand, and so instead he crawls over to you smiling dumbly. You seriously doubt he's in a condition to dominate anyone, so you let him come closer to you, waiting for a chance to turn the tables and make him your bottom bunk bitch. You are taken by surprise as he crushes his soft lips against yours and slips a soft wet tongue inside you. You try to pull back, but he holds you tight and soon you can taste his tongue, dripping and soaking into your mouth. You instinctively form a tongue to twirl against his, and as you do, your head starts spinning...

"Tashtes SHLLP goods KISSS doeshen it?" It tastes so good...like rum and dank weed and lust...you feel yourself growing giddy and glowing and you kiss harder...drinking deeper. Your breasts crush into his smooth, slippery chest and your arms wrap around his neck, not letting him pull away. The longer you suck on his tasty tongue and shiny lips, the hazier and happier you feel. The more of his slime you slurp up, the dizzier and more delightfully drunk you get. It's only when he breaks the kiss and stumbles to his feet to rest his cock on your tits do you realize what's happened.

"Heeeey...yoops...youss...I mean...you gots me hiiiiigh...an' DRUNK on yooore sssslimes?" Red nods and giggles, and you laugh too, though you aren't exactly sure what is so funny. In fact you are pretty sure you should be pissed off. You want to be, but instead you just feel horny and high and blissfully bombed. But a nagging gadfly is buzzing in your ear, telling you Red is trying to take advantage of you, and you shouldn't let him.