Sex for Drugs

I had gotten back to the US after travelling around Europe for nearly two years. I had decided to relocate in L.A and was looking for a job to pay for my shitty one room apartment. I had already gone through money in my bank account that I had inherited from when my father died. Most of it was spent on travelling and the money that remained was spent on rent and now I was low on funds.

I had searched around, looking in the paper, employment agencies, handing out my resume to as many places as possible and nothing. I had finished up for the day and decided to head to the beach. I sat down on a bench that had a good view of the beach when a teenage kid came and sat down next to me. It was obvious Eminem was his role model, he looked like an extra from 'The Real Slim Shady' video. Bleach blonde hair, white T-Shirt and blue jeans. He kept looking at me and then looked ahead. He finally spoke after about a minute of hesitating.

"I got the stuff you want."

"What stuff?" I was confused as fuck.

"Stuff to make you feel like you're flying." He said with a stupid grin.

"Sorry. Don't want any." I said looking ahead trying not to make eye contact.

"You call my ass out here and then you don't want my shit?" He was getting pissed off.

"First off all I didn't call you out here and secondly who the fuck are you?"

"Hey, you called my up, said you got my number off Rob..."

"Sorry. I don't know no Rob." I cut him off. "You must have the wrong person."

"Oh shit." He came to realisation. "Sorry man. I didn't mean to bother you." He said still sitting there. I knew no one over here, so I decided to strike up a conversation with this guy since we were already talking.

"How long you been selling?"

"A couple of months."

"It shows." I said.

"What do you mean it shows?" He asked slightly confused.

"You attempted to sell drugs to me out in the open. There's parents with kids here." I pointed them out to him. "They wouldn't hesitate to call the cops on you."

"So you're saying I shoulda done it in like... a car or some shit?"

"No. A car is too bait. A guy goes in and comes straight back out. If a cop's nearby they'll now exactly what's going on. You need to do it in a place like a diner. Get a coffee and pass the stuff under the table. But don't keep going to the same place or they'll get suspicious. Al ternate between places."

"You a dealer?" He asked.

"No. Being a dealer would be better than nothing. At least you'd be making money, unlike now. I can't get a job about to get evicted."

"I feel you dogg. I been there, done that."

"How?" I said looking at him. "You look like you're 16!"

"17 dogg. But I been out on the street since I was 15. My moms and pops kicked me out for doing dope." There was a moment of silence. "You know if you want I could introduce you to my boss, he could do with a dealer who knows what he's doing."

"That'd be great." I said. "When?"

"Now, if you have the time."

"Sure." I said. He started to lead the way. "I didn't quite catch your name."

"Stefan." He said, extending his hand.

"Kash." I replied shaking his hand. He took me to see his boss, who went by the name 'Bishop.' Which I assumed was an alias or a surname, didn't really ask. He was apparently a big player. Stefan vouched for me, even though he knew me for only half an hour, the kid had heart. I was made his partner and he was suppose to show me the ropes, but it turned out to be the other way around.

In just a short month I had already leap frogged over Stefan, which wasn't too hard, as he was treated like a joke, but by hanging out with me he was starting to get smarter and more street wise. We had already established ourselves as the biggest selling duo. I had already moved out of my shitty apartment and was now living in a luxury apartment that was more or less a condo. It had two floors, spiralling stair case, view of the beach, pool out back for the block and even a receptionist at the front doors, the full package.

We started to sell so much that we were starting to run out of supply and couldn't keep up with the demand. I had managed to sell to a celebrity and he introduced other celebs to us. Every celebrity had to be OK'd by Bishop first and then he'd assign them to one of us. This was to make it seem like a big well organised operation, like a business. I had mainly male celebs as the other guys always called dibs on the female celebs, so they can ask them for sex in return for drugs and the women never said no. If they can get drugs without paying for it they did. The only female celebs I had was the ugly ones that you would never even think about sleeping with. Hence why I was left with them. A lot of the guys accepted sex in exchange for drugs from women. I was a bit picky, that's why none of the female celebs had caught my eyes0 I did accept sex from some of the regular female customers, after all I was human. The women I accepted it from the most were three of the hottest women you will ever see. They practically lived at my place and were more like live-in girlfriends than clients.

Bishop had already dubbed me as his 'Protégé.' And he was even more impressed when I came up with an idea of having a crack house slash brothel rolled into one, but fronted as a night club and strip club rolled into one. He bought a place the size of four clubs, we split it in half. One half for clubbing and one half for the strippers. We had an upstairs for all the illegal activity. The strippers were hookers, who now had a place to do it and we took a healthy percentage. Word got around and the place packed it out every night, it got so packed we had to open a couple more and ended up with ten clubs around L.A. Me and Stefan were still running the first initial club, which was still the most successful one. We had now managed to bring the drug users to us instead of us having to find them and then go to them.

Me and Stefan became best of friends and were two of the highest ranked guys working for Bishop, who was now known as one of the biggest drug distributors in California . Me and Stefan were known as the guy's who moved drugs faster than anyone else. This wasn't limited to just weed, we sold everything from x pills, coke, heroine, ether and we had even started to sell human adrenaline. God knows where Bishop gets human adrenaline, but I'm not gonna be the guy to question him.

The initial club became the hub of our operation. Me and Stefan were recognised by everyone, from high rollers to low lives, people who were some bodies to people who were nobodies. Even the cops knew our reputations but couldn't do shit because we were just too smart for them.

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Me and Stefan pulled up in front of the club like any other night, dressed in our $1500 Armani suits, me with my trademark white and Stefan with his eccentric red. People on the outside waiting in the queue were calling out to us trying to take the easy way into the club, like we knew who they were. Every employee from the door to the bar greeted us, trying to go up the rankings by sucking up to us. We headed up the stairs and straight to the back. We had a meeting with the Lopez brothers, Hector and Luis.

They use to be Bishop's number one guys but were replaced by me and Stefan. They didn't like it too much and were trying to come up with an idea, like my idea with the club to bring themselves up to number one status again. Their idea was the slave trade. Smuggle in people to the US and have them work as slaves, selling them off to the highest bidder. Bishop wasn't too keen on the idea and asked my feelings towards it and I made it clear that I thought it was inhumane and barbaric, which helped him make his mind up. That's why I was known as his protégé, I could influence his thoughts very easily. They came in to try and convince me it's a good idea, I heard them out and dismissed them. As soon as they left the intercom buzzed.

"What?" I said answering the intercom by holding the button down.

"A Hollywood actress her to see you." Stefan's eyes lit up. "A Ms. Cuthbert."

"Send her in." I said letting go of the intercom button. The office had a window behind the main desk that over looked the whole club, this was our way of seeing everything that happened in the club. The blinds were already pulled from the meeting with the Lopez brothers. I peeked through the blinds to see her being shown up the stairs. "Out." I told Stefan. "She's mine."

"Oh! Finally! A celebrity that's caught the eye's of the high and mighty Kash." Stefan mocked, bowing down to me a couple of times as he walked backwards and left the room. I had to laugh at his stupidity. He may be an imbecile at times but he was the greatest friend you could ask for and was too stupid to stab you in the back.

Scott, the door man, showed Elisha Cuthbert into the room. She was a small, petite woman at 5'3" and had on a short black skirt, that fell a few inches of her knees, a short black top that showed off her belly and was sleeveless, cut off at he shoulders, she had black open toed heels and she was holding a small black handbag.

"Nice tan." I complemented her. She usually had milky white skin and must've been sunbathing or at least out in the sun, she had the tone she had for her Maxim photo shoot she did back in 2004.

"Thanks." Elisha replied uncomfortably.

"How can I help you?" I asked.

"Me and my friends... were looking for some..." She started, shifting side to side. She was clearly nervous.

"First time buying?"

"Yes." She said starting to look a little relieved, now that the subject was out.

"Please..." I said motioning to the seat on the other side of the desk. "Take a seat." She sat in front of me and I could see her beauty more clearly. She had curly blonde hair just past her shoulders, a lot like her hair in the first season of '24.' She wore a light shade of pink lip stick and had plain hoop ear rings. "How much you need?"

"I don't know. I've never bought dope before." She confessed.

"How many of you are there?" I asked.

"There's five of us all together." I stood up and walked over to a painting on the wall. I opened it like a door, there was a safe behind it where we kept the drugs and large amounts of money. It was a cheesy thing to do, but had to be done. I took out enough for five girls in their early 20's would need to get high, closed the safe and sat back down.

"My friend Justin Timberlake said that you guys take sex as payment." She said quickly, probably built up the courage and blurted it out before she lost her nerve. She didn't look up, she looked down as if she felt dirty the moment she said it. I got up, took off my expensive blazer, put it on the back of my chair and walked over to her. The seat she was sitting on was an office chair that spun around, so I spun the chair around so she'd face me. I squatted down enough for us to be face to face. Elisha was still looking down. I lifted her chin up with my hand so I could see her face. She looked unbelievably gorgeous & had beautiful, hypnotising blue eyes that you could get lost in for hours by just staring at them. I leaned forward and kissed her. She did nothing at first, probably startled, but then she kissed me back and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I started to suck her tongue instantly gently massaging it with my tongue. I broke our kiss.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to." I told her. I was starting to feel like I was taking advantage of her. It was obvious she was uncomfortable doing this. "I'll take money for them." I said standing up and going back to my seat.

"No way!" She replied. "I have to or my friends will think I'm a total wuss."

"O.K." I said, noticing her immaturity even though she was 23, but I still wanted her. "I tell you what give me a blowjob and we'll call it even." Elisha started to make her way towards me with a hesitant look. "What's wrong?"

"I've never given a... blow job." She confessed biting her bottom lip, showing her lack of sexual experience. I looked her up and down. She was unbelievably hot, from head to toe. She had a great figure, big breasts, nice round ass and a beautiful face. I looked down at her feet. She had nice looking toes, which were painted a light shade of red, I couldn't get a proper view of them as they were in shoes, but she wasn't a foot model for nothing.

"You use to be a foot model right?" I asked still looking at her feet.

"Yes. How did you know." She asked, surprised.

"I know a lot about you."

"Like?" She asked, tilting her head to one side, starting to flirt a little.

"You're a huge Ice hockey fan and despite growing up in Montreal, you're a huge Kings fan and have season tickets to them." Elisha looked surprised at the fact that I knew that piece of irrelevant information. "So... how comes you don't support the Montreal Canadians?"

"Because..." She said coyly, looking down. "I love L.A."

"Here..." I said patting at spot on the desk looking to get things moving. "Sit here." Elisha sat exactly where I told her. I turned to face her. I put her feet, which were still in shoes, on to my chair, on the space in between my legs. Elisha had her legs together. I touched her thighs, they were so soft and tanned. I reached up her skirt and grabbed hold of her panties and started to pull them down and off around her ankles. Elisha put her feet back at the same spot as before. I spread her legs apart to get a clear view of her cunt. Her musky scent wafted through the air into my nostrils.

"Smells like someone's excited." Elisha gave a adorable nervous laugh. I lifted her skirt up to reveal a clearer view of her pussy. There was a tiny brown patch just above her slit and no hair any where else. Her slit was already glistening with her juices. I leaned forward and licked her wet slit.

"Ummmm..." Elisha moaned biting her bottom lip, staring down at me. I couldn't get her legs open properly because her feet were in between my legs, so I lifted them up, took off her shoes and put one foot on each shoulder, they felt warm through my thin shirt. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and was able to part her pussy lips from the top, with my hands. I darted my tongue in and out of her moist hole a couple of times, causing Elisha to moan. I leaned forward and locked my lips over her slit and pushed my tongue in deep into her, forcing her juices to trickle out the side of my tongue and into my mouth.

"Oh God!" Elisha moaned as I let go off her pussy lips with my hand so they were wrapped tightly around my tongue. I pushed my thumb down at the top of her cunt under the hood and I could feel her swollen clit. Her hips bucked at the touch of my thumb on her clit. I started to work my tongue in and out of her tight hole faster and faster with every stroke, with my clit rubbing keeping up in time with my tongue strokes.

"Yes! Yes! That's iiiiittt!" Elisha moaned moving her hips to one side, getting my tongue to the spot she wanted it on. "That's it! That's the fuc-king spotttttt! AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" She came to a screaming climax in minutes, her pussy vibrating and contracting all around my tongue as her orgasm hit hard. I could feel her toes curl, as she gripped my shirt with them. "AAAHHHH! AAAAHHHH!" Elisha screamed as I felt her juices run into my mouth. Her pussy started to twitch as her orgasm started to subside and her pussy started to get sensitive and every touch made her moan out loud and her pussy quiver. I had a taste of her sweet nectar and now I that I had satisfied her I pulled back.

"Jesus Christ! I've never had a guy make me cum so hard before!" Elisha claimed. She took her feet off my shoulders and leaned forward, putting her hands on my cheeks and kissing me hard. "Mmmnhgh..." She moaned as she sucked my tongue hungrily, taking my lips into her mouth, so I felt her teeth against my lips as she kissed me hard. "Thank you." She said leaning her forehead against mine. "Now it's your turn." She said smiling, reaching her mouth forward and kissing me again.

Her feet rested on my crotch and they were arched. Her feet were petite and very sexy with cute little toes. "I can see why you were a feet model." I said holding her foot in my hand. "How comes you stopped?"

"Because the rest of me started to get noticed." She smiled. I started to massage her foot with both hands, gently rubbing my thumbs up and down the sole. I massaged her beautiful milky white soles for a while, while she fully recovered from her intense orgasm and got her breath back

"You want me to jerk you off with them?" She caught me by surprise with her offer.

"You want to jerk me off with your feet?" I said still massaging her foot, circling the balls under her toes with my thumbs.

"Yeah! Sure! I've been told that my feet feel great around a dick."

"And who told you that?"

"A couple of me ex's."

"You jerked off a lot f guys?"

"NO!" Elisha replied defensively. "When guys here that I was a foot model they want me to jerk them off with them and I see nothing wrong with that, a little strange but I get a kick out of it too." She looked around the table and picked up the box of tissues on the far right hand corner. "By the way you're giving a great foot massage."

"Thanks." I said. Elisha pulled her foot away, getting more relaxed and more comfortable around me after her orgasm. She started to pull out a lot of tissues and set them on the top of my crotch, lower abs and around on my thighs. She put another two layers of tissue on top of them.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"You don't want to get cum on your clothes do you? They look kinda expensive." She undid my zipper and freed my cock from the restraints of my boxers. It was already quite hard from giving her oral sex. "Oh my God! Look at the size of this thing." Elisha said holding my huge member. "There's no way I would've been able to suck this huge thing off!" She said rubbing it up and down. "I think I'm gonna need a little help." She leaned back, reached over to the seat she was sitting on earlier and picked up her hand bag. She took out a Chap stick, put it on her lips and then leaned forward and kissed me. Cherry flavour. She then reached forward, held my cock with one hand and applied the Chap stick onto my penis with her other hand. Quite a smart thing actually, as it would work as a form of lubrication.

Once she was finished spreading it all over every square millimetre of my cock she leaned back. I doubt she'd ever use that Chap stick again, but the she shocked me by bringing the Chap stick to her lips and applied it on again. She may have come across innocent and inexperienced at first but she was proving to be a dirty little slut.

My dick stood to attention and was rock hard. Elisha leaned back on her hands and lifted her feet up to my lap. She started to rub my shaft on the under side of my cock, with both feet, pushing my cock back, but my erection was too hard and it wouldn't stay back. She'd rub along my full length with one foot using her two biggest toes and once her toes reached the base of my cock, she'd use her other foot, starting from the top, going all the way down and once that foot reached the bottom she'd use the other foot again. She repeated this a couple of times, teasing my cock with her beautiful toes.

I looked up at her, she raised her dark eyebrows and then giggled slightly, as a drop of pre-cum spurted out, running down my cock head, down her big toe and along the top of her foot. Elisha rubbed her pre-cum covered foot with the sole of her other foot, spreading it around the ball under her big toe. She then pressed her toes down against my nut sack. She gently picked up one of my balls and rested it in between her two biggest toes and gently rubbed it with the big toe of her other foot.

"You like that?" Elisha asked, in a sexy tone her voice just above a whisper. "You like it when I rub your cock and play with your balls with my feet?"