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“Nathan can you go to Frank’s to get some pot?” Victoria asked while checking herself out in her compact mirror.
“Yeah sure,” I said getting my car keys. “You want to come?”
“No Frank creeps me out,” she shuddered.
I laughed and said, “Yeah he creeps me out too. Anything else?”
“Maybe some cocaine for the Vortex Party this weekend,” Victoria said, smiling.
“I’d probably snort it all before the weekend got here,” I laughed again.
“I don’t doubt that,” Victoria laughed too.
I hopped in my car and started off towards Frank’s nasty ass RV. He was parked in a parking lot near the beach.
I got out of the car and knocked on the door, hearing Frank’s mangy mutt starting to bark.
“Shut up!” Frank shouted while opening the door. “What the fuck do you want Prescott?”
“I want to buy some pot,” I said.
He nodded his head back. A gesture for me to come inside.
I walked past him and into the dirty RV, trying not to step on anything but it was hard with so much garbage around me.
Frank walked past me to go to his stash while asking, “Anything else?”
“No but I’ll be back for some coke later this week,” I said looking around.
“Thanks for the heads up,” Frank said. “The usual amount?”
“Yeah the usual. Maybe a pound more. I got Victoria waiting in my dorm,” I said.
“She didn’t come,” Frank said grabbing the pot.
“Not to be rude Frank but you give most people the creeps,” I said laughing.
“Yeah I got that,” he said walking in front of me. “You know the normal price.”
“Oh uh about that…” I started. “I don’t actually have any money right now.”
His eyes turned hard and he said, “Yeah fucking right Prescott. Your daddy owns half of Arcadia Bay. Saying you have no money is bullshit.”
“Yeah my dad owns half of Arcadia Bay. I don’t. And he stopped giving me money,” I said, putting my hands in my pockets.
“Ah you poor thing,” Frank mocked. “No money means no drugs.”
He sat on the couch and I sat down to get eye level with him while pleading, “Please Frank I’ll pay you when I got the money.”
“It doesn’t work that way Prescott and you know that,” he said voice hard.
“Please,” I begged.
He sighed and looked over at me.
“You really want these drugs Prescott?” he asked in annoyance and defeat.
“Yes,” I said.
He thought for a second and said, “You know I can’t give you the drugs for free but...maybe you can do some things for me.”
I sat up straight, eager, and asked, “What sort of things?”
Instead of answering though he scooted down to my ed of the couch and put his hand on the back of my neck, rubbing hard. His hand moved up to my hair and he started running his fingers through it.
“What are you doing?” I asked, getting freaked out.
He started nibbling on my ear and said, “You know I’ve been really lonely lately. Maybe you can help me out with that. You can tell me to stop anytime and I will but this is the only way you’ll get your drugs. So if you back out, no deal.”
“What do you mean ‘lonely’?” I asked.
I gasped as I felt a hand move along my thigh and start to unbuckle my pants.
I jumped up and said, “No I’m not doing that you freak.”
Frank leaned back and smiled like nothing happened and said, “Fine. But when you come back-”
“I’m not coming back,” I stopped him.
He continued and said, “When you come back you know what to expect.”
“I’m not coming back,” I said again while storming out.
I could hear Frank laughing behind me and could feel my face grow warm with embarrassment.
I got in my car and left, going back to my dorm.
Victoria was waiting for me when I got there and asked, “Where’s the pot?”
“I couldn’t find him,” I lied.
She pouted but then got a worried look in her eyes and asked, “Hey Nathan are you okay?”
“Yeah I’m fine just...tired is all,” I fake yawned. “I’m gonna go to bed.”
“Oh okay,” she looked confused. “See you later.”
“Bye,” I said, plopping down on my bed.
But I didn’t go to bed that night or the next. I couldn’t stop thinking of what Frank tried to do. And I struggled to remain my cool. I was growing weak and needed those drugs. But I refused to go back to Frank’s after what happened.
Eventually though I broke.
It was around one week later and I’ve been craving the drugs ever since that one night. So I rode up to Frank’s, knowing what was going to happen, and tried to get prepared.
I knocked on the door and heard his do start barking. Frank yelled at him to shut up.
“The fuck do you-” then he saw me and smiled. “Like I said when you come back you know what to expect.”
“Frank listen,” I said, nervous. “Does that offer still stand?”
He smiled more and nodded his head back, telling me to come in.
I walked past him and could practically feel his eyes undressing me with each step.
We both sat on the couch and he offered me a freshly rolled joint and said, “You want to hit?”
“That’d be great,” I said taking it from him.
He put his arm around me while I took a long breath of the joint. His arm started rubbing my shoulders and my neck until he started running his fingers through my hair.
He placed his other hand on my thigh and started to unbuckle my pants. The sound of the zipper was the only thing that could be heard in the RV.
He pulled my piece out and started pumping it in his hand. He went fast and despite me hating this I could feel myself grow harder. I moaned and bucked up at the touch leaving Frank smiling and saying he knew I’d love this.
It wasn’t long before I was moaning more and came all over his hand. He smiled and leaned back.
My face grew red as he pulled his pants down.
I didn’t look at him during the entire thing. Not when I pulled it out. Not when I started pumping it up and down. Not when he put his hand on the back of my neck and moaned. Not even when he came all over my hand.
“Lick it up,” he ordered. “Or you don’t get your drugs.”
I licked it up fast but could still taste the warm bitterness of it going down my throat and gagged. Frank laughed and handed me a bag filled with some drugs and I left fast, not even waiting for him to say anything else.
That night I couldn’t sleep and cried all night long. Little did I know it would only get worse.