Dealing

[stockman35]

Jeff double checked his pockets as he parked his 2007 Chevy Lumina in the lot. The club was a mid-range dance bar three blocks from the college and being Friday night was bound to be crowded with girls, although that really wasn't why he was there. Jeff was not part of college. In fact he lived twenty-five miles away in a quaint farming community. He was here on a "scouting mission." It was an effort to stay in contact with current conditions and events that were relevant to his earning stream. Jeff was a drug dealer and a very good one.

He had carefully crafted his image and his cover over that last three years. Every part was built to be understated-nothing flashy. Flashy draws attention! He was not about to be caught by any of usual flaws. He even paid attention to scale. Jeff made somewhere around $15,000 per week--never more.

Once inside he found an ideal bar stool at the far end. His money was a folded group of fives and tens from his pocket and he signaled himself as a regular by leaving his money on the bar. He was twenty-three and had never attended college, although by his clothes, he could easily pass for a senior. He glanced the room as if looking for chicks but his motive was to look for "operational problems." Those people who would be a threat to his business interest--a seller who is too bold or an undercover cop!

As for girls, that was easy. Jeff knew a strip club in the city where a few hundred dollars gained him attention. He could find a girl willing to "visit him at the Hilton" where a thousand dollars made for a swell night.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

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Mason Trent hacked away at her phone before sending the text to the guy she had met the week before at the campus' first victory party. After a summer working in Kansas City, she had looked forward to the Southern California campus and it's more notorious offerings, of which she was more worldly entering her sophomore year. In addition, it was nice to once again be away from home and her parents' watchful eye. A year ago, she had come to the mid-sized party school hoping to get an education, yes, but also to live away from home and maybe have more fun than she had any opportunity to have during high school. At eighteen she had been a solid B+ student, a member of the homecoming court, and the precious jewel of the family in the eye of her parents, especially her dad. And though she loved him, and was even something of a daddy's girl, she could not leave his home, and his rules, fast enough, and when the opportunity to move across the country to a warmer climate and the fun environment of the West Coast arose, she took it. A year later, things were much different.

Freshman year had been eye opening. Mason had dabbled with the idea of joining a sorority, but realized quickly that doing so would limit her options. Remaining an independent student allowed her to party with all of the girls in the greek system at will, often being a guest to any number of functions, and it also allowed her to be seen by any of the guys as well, not just the ones in houses affiliated with the sorority she would have otherwise chosen. By Christmas break, she had decided to stay in California, remaining there with a few friends from the area, including Jana, a girl on her wing of the freshman dorm. It was during the four week break that she and Jana became bored with the slow campus and ventured into the darker, deeper parts of downtown one evening to party, ran into a group of older guys who offered them marijuana, and indulged as never before. The next day, Mason woke up, her back pressed against the chest of a guy she did not remember, both of them naked, and her head pounding. The man offered her another joint, which eased her hangover, before crawling onto her and taking her one more time. And though she left feeling a bit embarrassed and none too proud of herself, her overriding thought had been about how good the weed was. And in the time since then, she had found her way to other parties where alcohol and drugs had been offered, though she had only occasionally partaken, fearing even herself what behavior they might lead her to.

At the same time, the partying began to take its toll and even the alcohol, which she viewed as mostly okay, took its toll. Her grades slipped and she stumbled through the last semester of her first year with a solid C average, prompting her father to question what she was doing in California and giving her an ultimatum.

"I will yank your ass back here if you don't straighten up, little girl," he had said.

"You can't do that!" She had shouted, before erupting more, causing the largest fight she could remember ever having with him. And while she was determined to start the school year right and to do better, she felt like he could go to hell. She was a big girl who could handle herself. He couldn't possess her. And at the first party of the year, the first time a boy offered her the tiniest hit from a bong, she couldn't, or just stubbornly wouldn't, say no.

The next week had been stressful. Sophomore classes were a bit harder and her professors had thrown her into the fire right away with a ton of reading and far more work with which she was comfortable. And it was tonight that she had looked forward to. She entertained the idea of letting the guy fuck her if he showed up and had more weed. She had texted him all week long, on and off, and the flirting had seemed mutual. Only now, he had gone quiet and seemed noncommittal on seeing her at all this weekend. And now, as she stood at a tall table in the booming night club, she awaited his response while her friend Jana stood nearby.

"You think he'll show?" Jana asked.

"No idea," Mason said, looking at her phone again, seeing it was 12:08am. "I don't know what his deal is." She was clearly frustrated.

"Do we know anyone else?" Her friend questioned.

"With weed?" Mason replied. "I don't." She sighed. "And I don't have a regular dealer. So if it's not just at a party, then I got nothin'." Her phone warbled.

Meeting some girls in La Royas. Can't make it.

"Motherfucker," she said, saying nothing more, looking to Jana, silently telling her that their hopeful hook up was out for the night.

"Ugh," Jana grumbled, then reached to her purse and dropped a ten dollar bill on the table. "I'm going to tab out," she said.

"No, wait," Mason said. "Come on, we can find something here I'll bet."

"Nah, I'm tired anyway. It's late." With that, Jana hugged her friend. "Call me if you need a way to get home."

"Okay," Mason said, then watched her friend walk out front, presumably to hail a cab. Though the night seemed a flop, she ran her hand through her hair, then ordered a rum and coke before taking a seat near the bar, within view of the dance floor. She scanned the crowd, figuring someone there might buy her a drink. Her little white dress fit her small, athletic form well, and she had worn her hair back, just wisps falling across her eyes, through which she would bat her eyes or brush it back to flirt and gain attention of the opposite sex. She knew she at least looked good. Perhaps she would just dance. Either way, she simply wasn't ready to go home just yet, or head back to the reality of what was beginning to seem like a frustrating, hard time on campus. She sighed again, thinking how nice some weed, perhaps a hit of acid, might be. She sipped her drink, waiting to see if an opportunity presented itself, and where the night might take her. Though it was late, there were many hours until the sun came up, and the place didn't close until 4.

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[stockman35]

Nebulous was the one word that best described how Jeff viewed his life. He felt as if he could leave no trace behind. It actually suited him just fine. He would casually spend a few hours a week in a nightspot. People would see him but not remember him. It would be a perfect cover.

Jeff looked over the dance floor and followed the movements of a few girls, most of whom appeared to be with boyfriends but there were a few who were unattached. Not that it mattered as he had no intentions of hooking-up. It was then that a few bar stools opened up only to be quickly secured by to co-eds who appeared to be deep in conversation. Jeff caught the bartenders attention and bought his third and last drink. When he turned back to the dance floor, one girl was walking to the door, leaving her friend behind.

He watched her, but secretively as if she were an enemy agent in a strange land. He knew better! This was not what he was here for! Moments later, drink in hand, he approached the girl from the blind side.

"Too bad your friend left, it's still early."

He would only make a few polite comments and then finish his drink. It was perhaps the need to have conversation directed to him, especially from a girl. She turned slowly to check on the source of the comment.