"Well, 'oney, the next step of the plan is like this: I put a collar on you for the next seventeen 'ours and then I win the contest." I smile at him, my head propped on my hand. He looks at me, incredulously. "You might be a good fuck, but you're also quite nuts if you think I surrender to you."
"Hmm, too bad. Well, it was worth trying. Anyway, like some pot?" I jump out of the bed and walk over to my backpack. I can hear him draw his breath, I guess he's a bit worried about stealing my backpack. After some rummaging I find the little casket with the marihuana and my Camels. And the white powder in the little plastic bag. I secretly and quickly sniff a small dose, just enough to keep me awake another two hours. Standing beside the bed, my legs spread to give him full view of my shaved pussy I finally address the backpack-issue: "You know, if I did not like to fuck with you that much, I would 'of slit your throat for stealing my backpack now."
Then I head for the toilet to take a leak. Jason gets up and stands in the doorway, watching me pee and roll a joint at the same time. His dick is already twitching again. "I'm sorry, I only took it so you would come to my room to have fun."
"Of course, 'oney. I understand. Cigarette or some of the finest grass you will find north of the equator?" I hold out the spinello and the Camels.
Not that it really matters, the grass will knock him out just because it contains enourmous amounts of THC, the cigarettes are quite special too. Full of THC also, but in it's pure form so he won't even realize what he's smoking. Sometimes it's just a blast to have a friend in the drug business.