Special Needs Client
Lauren and Crystal parked their Toyota Prius at a charging station about a block from the address a loyal customer had passed along. A special case for a dealer with unique tastes. Lauren was 21, she had short clipped ginger hair and an athletic body at 5'10". In skinny jeans and a loose wife beater she would almost pass for a boy in red lipstick; she carried the locked box of weed, mushrooms, acid, E, and other assorted party favors. She was the dealer. Crystal was her wife and ride along; she was about 5'4" but big and curvy with auburn hair that she dyed with purple streaks. She was wearing a pair of black overalls over a purple sports bra; she carried a laptop and a backpack. She was the writer and witness.
The house was nicer than they usually went to when they were expecting to meet this kind of client. The door was a pretty dark wood with stain glass windows framing the upper insets with a pattern of blue glass and white magnolias. The ones who could pay usually did; but their source had similar tastes to their own and assured them that they would want this client to take the deal and she would accept the deal. Lauren pressed the doorbell.
Vanessa Caruso-Beaudin twisted her long dark hair into a messy bun and started to put away the silverware. She had already given up on her daughter putting away the kitchen and had set about doing it herself, after her morning Pilates video. Her family moved from Italy to America for her career, now she was moving her family for her husband's career and her daughter's dreams. The circles life moved around her made her dizzy sometimes. She nearly jumped out of her skin, cursing in her native Italian, when the doorbell had rang unexpectedly.
Vanessa went to the door, assuming her daughter had forgotten her key when she left for her morning run. Who else would be there that early. She was 5'7" thin but firm and was still wearing the soft light pajama shorts and tank top her husband had bought her from the Pink collection for the warmer nights in their new home. Her career of modeling and entertaining, as well as her and her husband's non-traditional lifestyle had left her high strung but that did not burden her with any hesitations concerning her body. She opened the door to the strange women and paused, her face in a confused but curious smile.
"Hi Mrs Beaudin, I am Lauren this is Crystal; we're here to help get you your medicine." Vanessa's face split into a wide smile as she could immediately smell what they meant. The pretty petite housewife moved aside and motioned the complete strangers into her lovely home.
"Thank god, I am so glad Daryl found someone so quickly. I didn't know what we were going to do, with this backwards state and no medical laws and the stress of moving. I am a total wreck. He said he was going to look in the park after work, which just stressed me out even more; I guess someone at the firm must have known about you. I am so much more comfortable with home delivery." Lauren and Crystal took in the mostly unpacked home while the pretty tanned little MILF saved them the trouble of stumbling through a story, as to why they knew about her needs. Her exotic Mediterranean features, dark hair, green eyes, the light accent, making the two women certain they would have their fun whether she took the deal or not; the only question was how forcefully.
They set their box down and took out several jars containing fresh strains of high quality weed, a few bags of drier middling quality blunt weed, several variations of high potency extracts, edibles (which were too calorie and carb rich for the suburban sweetheart) and tinctures. "We also have a selection of smoking devices in our trunk if you are not unpacked." Crystal added in an almost syrupy voice.
"I use to smoke cigarettes when I was young and stupid. Do you have papers?" Lauren smiled and pulled an unopened pack of Raw papers from her bra, causing the housewife to squeal, "bella!" They watched the thirty-six year old beauty mix the blunt weed and a high THC indica in the grinder and then roll and lick a perfect joint with practiced ease. The nineties rave scene was a great place for a young model to pick up all sorts of useful talents and bad habits. Lauren lit it for her and they passed the joint around.
"So Vanessa, tell us what brings you to the Big Easy?" That was all it took to get her chattering on about her husband's big shot legal firm, the new expansion, and her daughter the gymnastics star. They knew a little about those things but with a woman like this such research was always over rated. They loved to talk about their perfect lives while telling you how much they needed herb for the stress. Lauren rolled a second joint but mixed Jillybean with a blended kief. When Vanessa hit this one she coughed hard but became very giggly. "Does this mean we have a winner?"
