Anna was in a bad mood when she came home from school. It was apparent on her face. Her eyes were puffy from crying.
When she entered the living room, her dog, Butler, greeted her with a pounce. She knelt to give him a dose of affection, wrapping her arms around his furry neck. He licked her cheeks, and she giggled despite her oncoming tears.
After cooking dinner, feeding Butler, and washing her failure down the shower drain, she poured a glass of wine, a rarity for her. Today was the day to be bad. It was Friday, and her professor's grading was enough to make her gulp it down, leaving a bittersweet tang on her taste buds. The buzz did the job of clearing her need to cry. Sitting in the kitchen Alone, she poured another.
Jeff wasn't home to annoy her. Instead, he was driving down a one-way street in the inner city of a nearby ghost town. Memories haunted him, passing by his old home on the east side. Vines surrounded it, and the roof was nearly caved in.
Back then, it hadn't been much better, but his grandmother had kept it in livable condition. He drove by a row of single-wide trailer homes before stopping at a small block house on the corner.
Jeff sighed at its ragged condition, reminded of a friend who had once lived there. Instead of his childhood friend, a short black man exited the rundown home with a grimace. The young guy stood on the porch with the might of a gladiator, and soon another retreated with a similar mean mug. Their firm arms were bare, and both sported dark jeans and tight white tanks with fists clenched at their side.
Jeff thought maybe he could take the young thug. But the two of them, he wasn't sure. Regardless, he waved the youngest over to his car.
The young fellow didn't move and Jeff switched his hand again, "Come on, Bro," he muttered.
Jeff cursed himself for picking up on Anna's hip lingo. Instead of coming to his car, the young man plopped on a dirty couch on the porch while his friend stood guard at the door, tugging at the weapon on his hip.
Jeff looked back, "Fuck," he groaned when he realized neither would be coming to his service.
Growing annoyed, Jeff thought about pulling off. But his jaw was tightened with withdrawals. He needed something to tide him over. One more, he told himself. He needed one more to get him through the next two weeks. He would use sparingly and kick the habit before his move to Houston.
Cautiously, Jeff pushed open the door. He stood and slowly turned to scan for anyone coming up the street. The two, plus any hiding in the bushes, could easily jump him. He imagined going out this way, his body found by a lone resident the next morning or maybe a week later.
His anxious mind wondered if Anna would even care if his body was left for dead, mangled in a ghetto street somewhere. Surely, she would cry. Thinking that she wouldn't, made him crave the substance.
In a black suit and yellow tie, Jeff stood out like a sore thumb but confidently walked up to the depleted porch. He rubbed his nose, then pushed his hand in his suit pocket, wiggling a few coins. It was a sound reminder he was still alive.
"Wassup?" The young man asked, "Why you loitering in my mama's yard?"
"You're Dee, right?"
"Might be. Where you from?"
"Originally, here. But I've been in Virginia for a while. Back and forth. Can I score?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Sure you don't " Jeff scoffed, "I was told by a friend you had something pure."
"What's yo last name?"
"Let's stop the introductions," Jeff waved, "I don't have all day. It would have been nice if you had come to the car."
"You look like a police officer." The older guard mentioned.
Jeff scoffed, "I don't like the law any more than you do," he smirked at the dealer.
"Police officers would say something like that." Dee folded his arms.
Jeff sighed, "Do you want this money or not."
The man placed his elbows on his knees and thought about it before looking to his guard, "How much you want?"
"8," Jeff looked around to ensure his car wasn't surrounded, "I'm throwing a little party," he lied, "You two should come."
"Word?" The guy arched his brow, "You don't look like the party type."
"Look like a narc," the guard snickered.
Jeff tapped his foot before replying, "Believe it or not I'm a fun guy. So, You got something for me or not?"
Dee could spot the need in Jeff and grinned. The white man was jumpy and craved something. He assumed, he would pay a heavy price for it.
"I'm running a sale. Better to get it while it's hot. 16."
"How much?"
"Two hundred."
"One fifty," Jeff smiled, "I've been buying Blow since you were a swimmer in your Daddy's nutsack. You can't over charge me. 160, cause I appreciate your hustle."
Dee wagged his finger at the offer, and Jeff backed up to leave. He stood from the couch and folded his arms.
"Where else are you going to go?"
"Same place you got yours," Jeff nudged his head toward the home on the far right that ran the most extensive drug distribution, and the boy's eyes widened. He hadn't wanted to go there. The home belonged to Marsha but her boyfriend Larry, had the goods.
"I'll be sure To tell Larry he needs to hire some new folks." Jeff chuckled on his walk down the street.
"Alright, DAMN. I'll take 160." The guy walked down the steps, "Gee, go get it."
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When Jeff entered his house, he could smell the food Anna had prepared despite the burn in his nostrils. She wore a pair of gray sweatpants and a half-shirt that clung to her small bust. Her lips pursed, and averted eyes rolled when he grabbed her stomach.
"Who told you that you could use my stove," he pressed his stiff cock against her back.
"Jeff, stop." Anna shook off his embrace.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"I know something is wrong." Jeff smiled, stepping to his bar, "Are you going to tell me, or will I have to spank it out of you?"
"It's nothing."
"Anna!" Jeff barked, snapping his fingers with annoyance, "I'm not playing these Little games with you. Tell me what's wrong."
His voice, loud and threatening, sent chills up her spine. He had begun to be more aggressive, which turned her on. She stared at him, taking in his long arms as he removed his coat. She wondered if his belt was next.
Jeff took a sip of his drink and centered his eyes on her, "I'm not asking you again," he loosened the buckle, "You better talk."
"Its-Its, School," she whispered, "It's too hard."
"No shit. If it were easy, everyone would have a degree," he chuckled and swayed the last sip of gin in his glass, "So what are you going to do? Do you need me to hire a tutor?"
"No. I've got to figure it out by myself," Anna slumped her shoulders and rubbed her forehead.
"That's a smart move from a smart little girl."
Her anxiety dulled when his arm returned to her waist. The feeling of failure hurt. She wrinkled her brow as Jeff pushed her head into his stomach and kissed her crown.
Wantonly, she purred out for his nurture, "Daddy."
"I bet you want some cuddles. Stuffies, too, huh?" Jeff asked.
Anna bobbed her head, wiping her cheek against his collared shirt. She was unsure of what it was that made her this way or why she felt so much better once he lifted her to his waist.
Jeff situated her and rubbed her bare lower back, "There there, little girl."
Anna was adorable in her kink, and he did a comforting rock. She wanted to feel his bare body but settled on running her hands down his covered chest. Still saddened by her error, her head flew down against his shoulder with a huff that made him laugh.
