[M4F] Your Dumb Uncle Pawns you off to his Drug Dealer

“Yeah, alright. Just give me 10 to get things a little more presentable around here and I'll get back to you.”

Click

Another day, another flashy looking junky coming around for party favors. X, coke, mushrooms, meth. But not fentanyl. I won't spread that plague anymore.

A couple pizza boxes and alcohol bottles find their way to the garbage can. The bags of goodies get dropped into a dufflebag minus the usual purchases. Ash gets dusted off. Mirrors get wiped clean. And the soft scent of ‘Ocean Mist' douses the pungent smell of stale beer and cigarettes.

The TV clicks on and starts spitting out baseball play by plays, and my scrawny ass plops comfortably down on the chocolate brown leather couch in a turquoise tank top, tan jeans, and a pair of classy looking Cole Haans that I traded for a couple hundred milligrams of Adderall.

An hour later, the door splits open, and in walks this wannabe rich fat fuck, coated in cashmere and sporting a pair of knock off Raybans. He looks like Guy Fieris idiot brother-in-law who doesn't know how to keep his wallet off his sleeve, or a hoagie out of his mouth.

“My main man! What it is brotha!” He trumpets obnoxiously. Even the way he struts into my apartment made me want to break his jaw. But instead I smile an emotionless alien smile, and stand to greet him, outstretching my hand, to go through the motions of pleasantry.

“Lemme get the usual, yeah? I've got this super sick party out on the pier tonight and I can't let the boys on the boat down can I?.” He says, laughing manically with a little too much twitch to make me comfortable, clapping me on the back, almost causing me to put him on the fucking ground.

“You know the price, OD.” That was his nickname. OD, but like Odie. Like from Garfield. Because the dumb mother fucker never knew when to quit and has had more adrenaline injections to the heart than any man should. “And I'm not spotting you so much as a dime bag, so cough up cash or get the fuck out.”

OD squirms a little. A look of dissapointment etching into his brow, followed by a nervous excitement.

“Alright alright I hear you. But what if…and hear me out ..what if I can hook you up with another customer. She's got loads of college friends, and you would make a killing off of those pill popping little drama queens.”

Here's an intro where you play an intended customer of mine, and find out just how weird the drug dealers are around this part of town. Maybe you can't pay. Maybe you want in on the game. Maybe you just really like getting fucked while you snort lines off of some drug dealers dick.

What I offer: Dub-con, hypno, free-use, somno, watersports, edging, denial, humiliation, degradation, CNC, throating, anal

Off the table: Blood, puke, scat, death, underage, animals

Chat or discord preferred.