The Slut Rose: Just One Drop, Part 4
"Levi Adams," the older black woman said, standing in the door of her office. Her secretary was sitting at her desk, trying unsuccessfully to ignore us. I could almost see the smirk on her face. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you're back in my office again." She took a step back and moved to clear her doorway, inviting me inside. "Come on," she said, disappointed in me.
I rose from my seat and moved past her, through the door. I could see the vial of oil in her hand.
I didn't like being in her office. Of course I didn't want to be there. It was just that Mr. Gordon was leaving the school later than normal and saw me leaning against the wall around the corner talking with two other students... two prospective buyers. He saw them give me money and figured I was selling drugs. And then promptly grabbed me, confiscated the vial, and dragged me back inside to Mrs. Samuel's office while the other two ran free.
"Take a seat," she said as she closed the door behind her.
I slid into one of the chairs in front of her desk. It had been a familiar seat as of late, having been called into her office three other times this year alone. I was happy graduation was in a week.
"So," she said as she sat in her own, big leather chair and held up the vial. "Drugs? Really? You're better than this."
I shook my head and quickly sat up. "It's not drugs!" I said.
She raised the vial in her hand and looked at the clear liquid. It was nearly empty at the moment, only about 10 drops remaining. Unfortunately, that was worth a lot of money to me. I had to have it back.
"Ok, I'll bite. Then what is it?" she asked.
Oh... I hate it when I had to think fast, to think on my feet. I wasn't that good at it. "It's a vial of... of... some essential oils," I said. "My mom sells it."
"Essential oils?" she said as if she didn't believe me. "It's a bit different than what I've ever seen." She held up the vial of clear liquid. "No label, no manufacturer, no price. Where did it come from?"
"That's just some kind of sample container that my mom got. So she could give out small samples. Kind of a try before you buy thing," I said. "She asked me to see if anyone here was interested. So... I brought it in. It barely has any in it."
"You know you're not supposed to be selling anything on school property, young man."
"I know... I just... I'm just trying to help my mom out," I said.
"Mmhmm," I could tell she didn't fully believe me, but wanted to leave the door open that I was telling the truth. "Look, I understand trying to help out, and that's a nice gesture. But..."
"Why don't you see for yourself?" I offered. "Just put a drop in your hand. You'll see what I mean." Oh, if she only did that... what a difference my day would have.
She looked at the vial, deciding on what she wanted to do. "What company was it that she got this from?"
"I don't know. It's not something I care about remembering," I said. "I just bring a vial to the school, see who's interested in buying some, and take the orders back home. Then in a week or so, I give them their order."
"Mmhmm... what's the name of this oil?" she asked, lifting the vial.
"It's... uh... passion fruit something or other," I said. "I can call my mom at work if you don't believe me."
I watched her unscrew the dropper from the top. "Passion fruit something, huh?" She pull the dropper away and looked in the bottle.
"Yeah... and this particular oil is put on your skin," I said. "My mom said she puts it in things like lotion... or massage oil. It's supposed to stimulate the nerves or something and... invigorate you."
Mrs. Samuel raised the dropper over her palm and squeezed one drop into it. And I released a huge breath knowing I could relax. It was only a matter of time now. She quickly put the dropper back into the bottle and sealed it, setting the bottle on her desk. Then she raised her palm to her nose and smelled it.
"Not much of a smell to it," she said.
"Well I guess not with one drop," I said, smiling. I couldn't imagine what would happen if she'd put multiple drops in her palm. "I don't know the details. But I know you're supposed to rub it into your skin and feel what it's like."
She took her finger and swirled the oil until it covered her palm and let it soak into her skin.
"Well, it's not like it makes the skin tingle or anything like a mint might do," she said.
"It takes a couple minutes," I said.
She rose from behind her desk and walked around to sit on the desk in front of me.
"I've been watching you," she said, looking down on me. "And I have to say that until these last couple of visits to my office, I've been impressed with you. You've improved so much over the past few years with your grades and everything. I never thought you'd have it in you. I figured you'd be more like your father as time went on. I only hoped not too much."
"Like my father?" I asked.
