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Featuring: Camille 'Surprise Bitch!' Winters , Panda 'Just Here For the Ride' Spencer , and Marina 'Druggy Poppins' Dover


The Night of Nastiness hadn’t come to a stop just yet. Just because Camille and and Panda stopped dancing and getting their freak on didn’t mean that they were done having fun and partying the way that they wanted to do. So what if people judged them? Wasn’t like most of them were going to remember what happened today anyway. Whatever happens on the Yacht, stays on the Yacht.

Camille was once again at the bar, looking at her dance partner as she took a deep breath. ”I think I’m done with dancing for now. Aren’t you?”

Panda nodded, panting. She was resting against the bar, holding a cocktail glass full of ice, mint leaves and a chewed straw, but no longer any alcohol. ”I’m definitely done with dancing for a least the next hour. God, I’m really out of shape! How is everyone else still going?”

Camille shrugged, ”They weren’t dancing as hard as we were. That’s how.”
Thot Mode had been engaged long ago, and that tended to tire people out quickly. Didn’t matter though, at least they had fun. ”So.. I don’t suppose you don’t have any other ideas for things to do?”

The party for Marina was just getting started, drugs already pumping through her veins and alcohol being downed like it was water. This was the Aussie’s favorite way to spend any night, the only thing to make it better would be to have a good, old, classic orgy - or maybe something like a foursome or threesome would work too.

From her spot on a guy’s lap, his hands roaming her body as he sloppily and drunkenly made out with her neck, she surveyed the boat and dance floor looking for her prey for the night. When her eyes locked on two vulgar dancing females she knew exactly what her plans for the night were. Watching them Marina awaited the perfect opportunity to strike, letting the boy enjoy himself in the meantime as she planned her approach. When she saw them leave the dance floor and head for the bar, Marina knew it was time.

Climbing off the boy gracefully, she grabbed her purse and before he could say anything in protest she shoved a pill in his mouth. “ This will bring you more fun than I would. Besides. I have others to enjoy my time with, you weren’t really doing it for me.” Patting his head, she turned on her heel and made her way to the bar in time to hear one of her prey ask the other what they should do. Well if it wasn’t the perfect time for her entrance then she didn’t know what was.

Stepping up next to the two girls Marina smiled flirtatiously and opened her purse pulling out a small baggie with some drugs in it. “I could offer a few ideas if you two would be in.”

Camille watched a rather sketchy looking girl walk up to them with a weird smile on her face. She sat back and watched what she was doing before drugs were pulled out of that magic purse of hers. The expression on Camille’s face was priceless as she realized what was inside that baggie. First off, where did she manage to get these things? How? Why? But, Camille thought about it for a second. It wasn’t that bad of an idea.

”Uh.. what’s in there?”

Panda turned and looked at Camille with an amused grin. ”What do you think’s in there, Camille? The rest of the night is in that bag! I for one am down for any number of ideas if you wanna offer them.” she said, turning back to Marina. She was checking this drug-laden saviour out, and in her drunk state, probably wasn’t being particularly subtle about it. The tanned Aussie was pretty cute, and had a toned surfer bod that ticked a fair few boxes for the scene girl.

Camille looked at Panda and then back at the bag to think about what exactly would come if they consumed the content of the baggie. On one hand, they could have a very good night, but on the other hand, all three of them could’ve just died there and then. Eh fuck it. It couldn’t have been that bad if the Aussie was standing there showing the bag off to them. ”Y’know what? Let’s do it. Gimme some of that.”

Looking to the pinkette Marina winked as she noticed her obviously checking her out, the surfer had already checked the two out more subtly and was pleased with what she saw. A grin spread on her face as the two decided to join her for a drug filled adventure that night. “Not here cutie. With people all around us it could get a bit messy trying to do it here. I was thinking we can go sit down in the little sitting area or maybe we could go to one of the rooms. You know, let things get a bit more adventurous if we feel up to it.”

The drug consumer-to-be looked back at the dance floor and nodded in agreement with the Aussie. She got up from her seat and gestured, ”I have an idea. There’s a room upstairs that I think is made just for stuff like this.”

Panda looked away when she got winked at, suddenly feeling self-conscious. What if people saw that? Shit, maybe they put it together with the dancing and know? She followed the conversation of the other two, smiled and nodded. ”I definitely think we should go somewhere private before we go any further, yes. I’ll follow your lead.”

“I know exactly what room you are talking about.” Marina had previously scoped out the whole boat and all its rooms to ensure she knew of optimal places for hookups tonight. She has a decent idea of which room the blonde girl meant but she feigned the confidence of knowing it fully. Confidence was key in getting what you wanted from people.

Slipping the bag of drugs back into her purse Marina turned to walk before looking back over her shoulder at the two. “Well beautiful. Care to show the way?” She didn’t care if her flirting was over obvious, it was who she was and she had mastered it. Well not like the shark had mastered flirting. Shauna was on a different level and Marina was okay with admitting it. The shark’s style was one she had learned a few moves from, both in and out of the bedroom. If these girls were lucky enough they’d get to experience both.

Camille had continued to walk along, traveling out the stuffy dance room, past the cloud of vanilla, and up to the upper deck. There were apparently a group of ladies that had lost their clothes, based on the commotion inside the game room. Camille shrugged and continued to where she believed the private room was. Arriving at the front door, Camille cracked the door open just to peer inside and double check that no dirty teenagers were having some awful sex.

The coast was clear, and Camille beckoned for them to come inside.

Panda quickly followed Camille inside, and now she was out of the public eye and no longer worried about accidentally outing herself, her confidence grew tenfold. Plus, she had a genuine, childlike excitement about doing drugs in a locked room with two other intoxicated bisexuals and what may follow that. She turned to Marina, grinning. ”Alright, let’s empty the bag onto the bed and see what we’ve got!”

Marina sauntered into the room and to the bed. Removing the purse from her shoulder, opening it she dumped the belongings onto the bed. Out came two baggies of different powdered drugs - heroin and cocaine -, a baggie of meth, a baggie of a mixture of pills, a lighter, a few needles, a spoon, and an elastic tourniquet. She had all the good stuff and more. She never shared or reused needles, so she had only new ones and they were covered for safety of course. To others it may seem like a lot but to Marina it was perfect. She already had a small mix in her veins that she did before coming to the party. “Take your pick cuties. All of this is available for a night of fun for us.”

”Okay… I don’t even wanna know where you got all this. Camille picked up a baggie of what she assumed to be cocaine, ”Alright… who’s gonna let me snort this shit off them? She held it up, before opening it and looking into it. She felt like Scarface with all this cocaine. They were in for a wild night.

Putting the other stuff back in her purse Marina threw it off to the side and plopped down on the bed. “What pozzy you want me in babe? Also fully clothed, knickers, or nude?” Her Australian slang slipped through as she asked the blonde how she wanted to do the deed.

”Let’s just go nude. Fuck it, dude.” Camille’s lips split into a smile as she dug around for a card shaped object to cut some lines. Just like in the movies. ”You’re gonna have to help me, though. I don’t know how to cut it up properly.”

”Yeah, I don’t know anything about how to do drugs. I’ve only ever done this once before and surprise surprise, I don’t remember it. I’ll be following your lead, Marina.” Replied Panda. She saw that Camille was looking for something to cut the coke with, and pulled out a small pile of debit cards from her back pocket, picking out one she didn’t mind possibly getting damaged to give to Camille, She selected one, and handed it to her.

The surfer sat up and stripped down, making a show of it. Once her clothes and lacy knickers were in a pile in the corner Marina leaned back, fully confident with how her body looked as she rested on her elbows and smiled at the girls. She reached over and plucked the cocaine and debit card out of Camille’s hands and skillfully made a few lines on her abdomen before setting the bag and card to the side. “So who wants to go first?”

”Dibs.” Camille bent down looked at the neatly cut lines. One nostril plugged, right? The girl snorted the lines all at once. She didn’t even hesitate before moving onto the the next line. It was like she’d done this before, even if she hadn’t. Upon finishing the line, she stood up straight and sniffed a bit more. ”Oh fuck. Ooooooooooooooh fuck.”

Camille felt good. So good, that she actually took her shirt off and plucked the baggie out of Marina’s hands and started to make lines on her own belly. ”Who’s next?”

Panda raised her hand and chuckled. ”I’ll go next, and then Marina can snort some off me.” she suggested, before kneeling down to Camille’s level, plugging one nostril, and snorting the first line with the other. She had to stop, exhale deeply, and take a few seconds before she snorted the second line with the other nostril. She repeated this until all the lines were done. ”Shit! It’s like my blood’s turned into fire!” she yelled with wild eyes and a large grin, as she stood back up and began to take off her own dress. She kept her bra on, though. The night wasn’t quite there yet.

Panda was skinny, though not anorexic or unhealthily thin or anything. She was just...skinny. Her skin was also very pale, though with her white face makeup, it looked more tanned than usual. She began to make lines on her own stomach, with her own debit card.

Watching Camille not even hesitate as she snorted all the lines at once was impressive and a turn on. For the girl’s first time she had done a damn good job. “Damn that was hot.” Marina sat up and watched as Camille stripped off her shirt and then Panda did the lines off of her. It was an attractive sight to her, the beach beauty biting her lip as she watched the two her mind thinking of all the things she could do with these girls. When it was finally her turn she approached Panda and leaned over the girl snorting the lines quickly and expertly. After snorting them she slowly and sensually used her tongue to get the last of the residue, winking at the pinkette when she was done. Sitting back she rubbed her tongue on her gums.

Camille grinned and after the cocaine was done, she decided to up the ante a significant amount. She was in her underwear. That wasn’t going to be the case for long. Not after the cocaine made its way through Camille’s system. Nothing was off limits for them now. She starting to wiggle her panties off slowly. ”Let’s get a little more risque, shall we?”

What happened afterwards had made Camille and Panda’s shenanigans earlier look like bible camp. Not even Jesus could make what had just occurred even remotely pure.

To put it simply, that was the most wild night of Camille’s life. A simple dance with her best friend Panda had turned into so much more, and now things had been done that Camille hadn’t ever dreamed that she would ever do right now. Camille lied on the bed, breathing heavily and winding down from her cocaine (and most likely other substances) high. They were right. Cocaine is one hell of a drug.

Chuckling, Camille took a deep breath and turned toward the ladies that accompanied her. ”We should do this again sometime, ladies.” She laughed, sitting up and looking at the mess they had created. Clothes were everywhere, and Camille was pretty sure that nobody wanted to leave right now.

”That was fun.”
The two had made for one enjoyable time, she had picked correctly amongst the crowd of teenagers for the night. But would she hook up with them again? Maybe, maybe not. Marina didn’t let a few people tie her down or hold up most of her time when it came to hookups. She enjoyed bouncing around from person to person, which also meant not sticking around afterwards. Pushing herself out of the bed and grabbing her clothing, putting each piece on as she did, Marina got ready to go hit the end of the party. Probably smoke a joint or two while she was at it. “I had fun, but there is more fun to be had. See you two around” The aussie waved at the two with a wink and threw her purse over her shoulder, swiftly exiting the room.

Panda stretched, and stood up. ”I should get back down there too. I’m really, really thirsty. On an unrelated note, I also need to drink some water.” The skinny emo girl chuckled and headed out the door. ”If you ever wanna call me, you know my number,” she slurred to Camille in parting, forgetting that she in fact did not give Camile her number.

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It's honestly ridiculous that you feel entitled that customers have to put in "effort" for you to assist them. They're trying to get assistance from you but according to the story you cut them off before they even got an attempt to put in whatever necessary "effort" you require from them for you to do your job.

The point of customer service is to assist the customer and help them with whatever it is they need help with. You're just bad at your job, honestly. Treating a customer like that on such a basis is simply inexcusable.

You live in America, the country literally founded by immigrants. You're going to encounter people who don't speak English very well for a long time. If you can't handle that, then there won't be very many suitable jobs, if any at all, for you.
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Jane's arrival at Hereford Base had been less than eventful, to say the least. It was different than Hong Kong, sure, but Jane knew that she wouldn't be spending much time here in the first place. A twelve hour flight was more than enough time for her to process what was going on and what was going to be happening. She was here for a reason, which most likely involved being away from places like this base. In a way, Jane felt like she was at home, even if she'd only been here for only a few hours. Sitting in the private vehicle taking her to base, she had on her olive green SDU uniform. It was something she had worked hard to earn the privilege of wearing, so it was pretty much guaranteed that she was going to flaunt it wherever she could, despite her having to swap it out in just a few moments.

The vehicle came to a stop, and Jane was more than obliged to see herself out of the vehicle. Stepping out onto the tarmac, Jane pulled her duffel bag out of the car and proceeded to make her way into the base. Glancing around, she could see a numerous amount of figures trailing behind her and in front of her. More than likely, they were here for the same exact reason Jane was. As it appeared, it looked like that there was going to be quite the amount of people having the same experience as her. At least integration into the most clandestine of clandestine units wasn't going to be an experience Jane was going to undertake by herself.

Finding herself in what was probably the world's deadliest room, Jane took a seat and glanced around just to see where everyone was from, if possible. They had a pretty good crop here, which was good since that most likely meant every country sent their best. Suddenly a voice came from up above and Jane was obligated to listen. To summarize, it was your average spiel about how dangerous being in a special operations force like this was. Everyone knew what they had just gotten themselves into, and they were all more than willing to accept it. Then, afterwards came the roll call. Everyone was going to be getting top secret folders that people were all going to find out the contents of in a matter of minutes.

As the speech ended, she walked up and waited for the already collected crowd in front of the pile of folders. After the crowd cleared, Jane took the folder and waited until she was out of the room to peek at the contents. She was going to be known as Trojan, which was a bit odd for her but she was going to be taking it anyway. Stepping into her living quarters, she set down her belongings and began to get set up. It was going to be a good experience, and Jane was looking forward to working with this crop of people.
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