Female dealers, and most dealers used to love me cuz I always brought them more customers. But, this one chick who was an addict herself (I don't usually deal with dealers who are addicts themselves because they are the worst when shit hits the fan, always talk for fucking hours on the phone explaining shit that has nothing to do with me etc.) did something similar to what majorigpa described. I knew her dealer/boyfriend and he was out of town, hence I was dealing with her, and I called him up and told him "man your girl is acting like a cunt" and explained the situation. He said that he would call me back in 5 minutes. He calls me back and says she is on her way to my part of town to bring me an extra gram and they are both on him. 3 hours go bye and she doesn't pick up. I call him again and told him, he says you have my permission to do whatever you want to her and that he will call her to be at a certain part of town at a certain time to meet up with one of his boys and that she will have a 5 gram bag on her. He was basically telling me to rob her, and he assured me that nothing will come back to me. So I did....
She was screaming bloody murder on the phone while I was laughing because I knew that if he OK'd it, his crew knew what was going down.
She then had to turn tricks to make up for the money she was missing, while me and him were as cool as ice. It was almost fictional, but after that day, any time she was with him she acted like my best friend in the whole world. They are both in jail now, and I feel very sorry for him, because the guy was actually forced into being a dealer by his family. He was actually a great guy who just happened to be born in a very shitty situation. I hung out with him a couple of times when I got clean. He never once tried to pressure me, and once I asked if he was holding, that I can handle a little, and instead of taking my money he stopped me from relapsing by taking me to one of his houses, gave me some viagra and got me this super hot chick to do whatever I wanted to her. I thought she was a whore or a junkie he kept around, but it turned out that the girl actually liked me from before and was neither a whore or a junkie. It sounds made up I know, but it really did happen.
When I used to score from junkies, or your typical dealers. My god did I have to go through so much shit.
The worst one was when I called a guy, he asked how long I would be, I said 20 minutes tops, he said come on down. It was pouring rain and I was in serious WD. The fucker passed out (he always had his phone on silent) because he shot up and went to NOD land while I was taking the bus there. I had to take a shit because i had diarrha twice in two hours, and when he finally picked up the phone I was so sick I just gave him the money and ran to catch the last bus. In the bus I opened up the paiper baggie to see a dose that would hardly make me feel better, and definetly not the amount I payed for, so I had to sniff that line in the bus, walk 4 stations back in the pouring rain, argue with him for 45 minutes about what he gave me, he finally gave the rest of my shit, and I had to walk home in the puring rain that was up to my ancles by this point.