***Part 15 in an anthology of women performing oral sex.
***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons or situations is purely coincidental.
Authors notes:
- I don't condone drug dealing, it's just a story I came up with based on a situation with a couple of people I used to work with that inspired the story (not entirely based true events).
- I know nothing about drug dealing. Info about that is based on information I was able to get from internet sources and other details I made up as best I could.
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Troy had to look around to make sure they couldn't be seen. The location where he does this has always been secure in the past, but that doesn't mean he shouldn't be careful at all times. It was a location in the warehouse where he works where he knew there were no cameras in the area, no manager came by there most of the time, and it was out of sight of any other passersby. But someone could still come around for some particular reason if they ever thought they had to.
When he was sure it was safe, he pulled out an ounce of weed in a Ziplock bag from his pocket and handed it to one of his coworkers, who was also one of his best customers. He handed Troy the money, and he put it away in his pocket. The co-worker opened the Ziplock bag and took a whiff of the weed and had a smile on his face.
"What are you doing?" Troy asked. "That's some potent stuff there. A manager could easily smell it on you."
The coworker put the bag away and apologized. They left the secret area and went back to work in their areas of the warehouse.
Troy didn't always sell weed, it was more of a side job he had going for him. The state he lived in still didn't allow recreational marijuana, and barely allowing for medicinal marijuana. There has been talk the state was finally going to legalize it for recreational use, but that could be a few years away. For now, the pot dealers in this state, including Troy, is enjoying the extra income, as long as they don't get caught.
He didn't have a large customer base, just enough to make some good money but not go overboard. He had known some people who always tried to increase the size of their business and eventually got careless and got caught. Troy just wanted to keep it simple enough to pay for college and have some extra income. He could probably do well if he left his warehouse job and became a full-time dealer, but this kind of business doesn't provide health, dental, or vacation time. He also thought it made him look good if he had a taxable income shown to show where some of his money was coming from.
He didn't sell to everyone at the warehouse, just a small group of trusted people. The managers kind of know this about their employees, but they don't do much about it unless it affects the work. There's an ongoing joke at the warehouse that if the company ever decides to drug test everyone at once, they will lose more than half their workforce.
The company only drug tests at the beginning of your employment and again only if you cause an accident in the warehouse. They drug test for that for insurance purposes, so they could blame you for it and not the company itself being at fault. So, everyone had to stay off drugs during their shift and make sure they didn't cause an accident. Troy thought it was a good way to ensure that everyone was extra safe during their shifts.
On his way back to his area, he ran into one of his coworkers, Kerry.
"Are you holding?" she asked.
"Not anymore, I just sold the last of it."
"Will you have more later?" she asked. "My sorority is having a big party; we're combining it with another frat to make it a blowout. I could use some weed for me and my friends."
"I can get some later for you; text me later about it and I'll let you know when to come by," he said.
"Thank you, but I'm low on cash this week. any chance you can give me a good discount."
"I already give you a very generous discount as is," he reminded her. "I can't go any lower for you than I already do without it cutting into my profit."
"I had to spend a lot of money to get my car fixed after some asshole banged up my car in the parking lot and drove off."
"And I gave you a little weed for that for free to make you feel better about what happened to your car. I'm sorry, but I just can't do it."
"Then I have a better idea. If I get you into my sorority's party, can you give me some for free?" she asked. "I'll introduce you around, and you can see more of your weed there and make a lot more money."
Troy liked the idea of making some connections with some college kids. He wasn't trying to be a big-time drug dealer, just a decent customer base to make some extra money.
"If you do that, I'll give you the same amount at cost. That's the best I could do," he told her.
He had to stand his ground on not giving away too much of his product for free, no matter what the situation could be.
"Deal," she said. "I'll text you the time and location."
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Troy got to the party a little late. He didn't want to show up when there was nobody around just yet. If he was going to make money selling his weed, he'd want a good crowd around. He got what was left of his stash from home and bought a little more from his supplier. He kept some of it in his car for safekeeping so he wouldn't have all of it on hand in case something happened. He also got some extra cash to make change if he had to. He was going to insist that anyone who buys from him pay cash only, no money transfer apps at all; the last thing he needed was an electronic trail of anyone he sold to.
When he got there, there were already drunk people in the front yard passed out and vomiting in the bushes; it was barely 9 pm. There was a $20 entrance fee for non-sorority or frat members, but Kerry put him on a list to get him in for free.
He met up with her inside the house and was taken by surprise by how dolled up she was.
"Damn, I have never seen you look like this," he said.
"You've never seen that much of me outside of work," she replied.
Kerry was a 5'5" blonde with a slim body and curves in all the right places. She was wearing a short black dress that showed off all of her fantastic legs, with the top low-cut enough for her large D-cup breasts to be almost falling out. She also normally wore glasses, but this time she had her contact lenses in, and her face was very made up. If she hadn't waited for him inside of the house and walked up to him, he would never have recognized her. Troy always suspected that she was hiding a knockout body underneath all those work clothes he always saw her in, and he was glad he was right.
"Hey, my eyes are up here," she said, pointing to her bright blue eyes.
"Oh, sorry," he said with a little blush forming in his face. He just couldn't help looking at her big tits.
"It's alright, I'm used to guys not looking at my face when I show off my tits," she said. "Speaking of which, again, look me in the eyes when I'm talking to you, please."
Again, she caught him staring at her tits. Troy felt embarrassed, not because he was caught looking at her tits again, but because he was acting like a teenager seeing boobs for the first time. He reminded himself that he was an adult and to be a little more of a gentleman about it, especially when it came to women he considered to be his friends.
"Anyway, thanks for getting me into the party," he said. "It looks like it's going to kick ass tonight."
"Yeah, I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun. Speaking of which, can I have my weed now?"
