Laura pays up, edited, parts 1-3

part 1

We sat in Cole’s garage, smoking a giant blunt. Me, Sarah, Cole, Chris, Salem, Samm, and Tyler. We all sold drugs. Last year, We all worked at a coffee shop called, “the magic bean”. It was owned by a guy called Mr. J. As it turned out he was a big dealer. He sold pretty much everything from under the counter. After the police shut it down, he asked us to start selling for him. It was good. It was our last year of high school, but I thinks e all knew that we would continue selling rather than go to college in a few months. Too much money.

Cole and Tyler did the apartments and condos. Sarah, Samm, and me did our churches. Ironically, Samm, the Methodist, and Sarah, the Catholic, did way better at selling drugs than me. I sold to the wiccans. I guess they all already had drug dealers. Chris and Salem both were rich kids. They did the pretentious little snots from East Hills. Life was good. We all went to the same school, since our district was so varied. We were too.

Tyler was this huge black guy, 6’4”, with a shaved head, and he woulda looked just like a banger if he bulked up and ever managed to wipe that grin off his face. Sarah was the nice little church girl, and no one who didn’t look real hard would see anything other than that. About 5’6”, blonde, cute, swim team, wore a cross. You’d never guess that she was a viciously dominant lesbian. Girls who couldn’t quite pay sometimes found that out the hard way. Cole was so fucking sketchy. 5”8” shaved, with a scraggly beard, he always wore flannel or denim and, like Tyler, couldn’t that fucking grin off his face. Salem was Middle Eastern. 5’9” he had short black hair. He’d gone through some rebellious phases, but conformed once he started selling. Chris was Texan, and my best mate. Short, curly, sandy hair, he looked like a poster child for the awesomeness of playing a guitar. He, like me, was a rugby player, and was muscled as shit. He was just about 6 feet even. Samm was the band geek. About two inches taller than me, had short blonde hair, was a little curvier, and had about 3 cup sizes on Sarah, who wasn’t tiny herself. I, the de facto leader our little gang, (read: the only one who wanted to organize shit, plus the only guy with Mr. J’s number) was probably the shortest, including the girls. Only 5’5”, I was a goddamn tank. 200 pounds, and all of it muscle. The team called me “Das Boot”, “The Tank”. I had short blonde hair, only a little longer than Chris’s, and a thick goatee, like a real goat’s.


I passed the blunt to Chris, as Samm leaned on my shoulder. We were on the folding chairs and one couch Cole kept in the garage, It was separate from the condo, so we could smoke without being obvious about it. Tyler was just finishing his story about the first time he tripped acid, last night. Out of all of us felons, Tyler was the worst. We think he averaged two felonies a week, not counting drugs. He was smart though.

Then, I got a call from the mysterious, Mr. J. “hey, Sir, what’s going on?” I said. “Erik, how long have you been selling for me?” he asked in that husky voice. “About 8 months, why Mr. J?” “Well Erik, I was wondering just how far your loyalty to me goes?” I felt a chill, Mr. J, despite his nice exterior, was a big fan of checking loyalty. A real, old school hard ass. “I’m completely loyal, Mr. J, I think you know this. What do you need me to do for you?” “Well Erik, It seems that one of your friends has let a friend accrue a rather large debt. Something on the scale of 3000 dollars or so. While I have no problems as long as I get my cut, It’s bad form to let such a debt get so large.” “Excuse me, “ I said to the group, and crawled through the window. “Mr. J, I promise you I’ll deal with this.” “You had better, Erik. Such a large debt tends to lead to desperation. If this person does something stupid and gets caught, and then talks, we will have a big problem. I wont protect you if that happens Erik.” “I understand, sir,” I replied as the line went dead.

I sat for an instant in the warm night air, looking at the stars, pondering. Then I went back inside. “Hey guys, we need to talk,” I said. They all stopped what they were doing and looked, I had my serious voice on. The blunt smoldered in Tyler’s hand. “Who here has 3 grand owed to them?” I came right out and said it. Most of them kinda looked at me funny, high as they were, but Samm was just too obvious, she looked away, and almost tried to huddle up. “Samm,” I began, “ what exactly has happened that made Mr. J call me?” She looked afraid, then started. “My friend from my neighborhood, this girl named Laura, she’s been buying all kinds of stuff from me for a while. At first She only got like, 20 dollars into debt at a time, but it started piling up. I know we’re not supposed to accept on credit, but she’s an old friend. I thought she was always good for it. I guess I didn’t realize just how much she owed. A few days ago, someone broke into one of her neighbor’s houses. I didn’t want to think it was her. Im so sorry Erik.” “It’s ok,” I said, knowing that really wasn’t.

“We’re gonna fix this. Do you know if she’s gonna try to pay it off?” “I don’t know. Her parents live in east Hills, but they’re not that rich.” “Hey man, what’s the big deal?” Sarah said. “She’ll pay it back, she’s got a job, she’s got parents to skim from, she’s got a nice body too,” she leered, “She’ll just pay it back over time, what’s the big deal?” she repeated for emphasis. I looked hard at the group. “I guess its human psych 101. If Mr. J is calling me that means that someone else knows the burglary on her neighbor was her idea. And if she did it once, she’ll do it again, and she’ll sell us out the moment she gets cuaght. We need to deal with this, and now, before she tries something really stupid.” I turned around and went back outside, while that sunk in.


I called Mr. J. “Sir, Ive confirmed who it is. Do you want to recommend a course of action, or do you want us to show initiative?” there was a pause as he considered the offer. I could hear him stroking his white beard through the phone. “Ok, Erik. No killing, but settle this by the dawn. Use your imagination.” The line went dead again. I sat on the curb and began to think. How to get this girl to settle her debt, and keep her from talking, but without raising questions about where she had gone? I thought and thought, and came up with an idea, a terrible, evil idea. But it would work. And we would love it so fucking much. I went back inside, and then explained the idea to them. Samm, predictably, wasn’t totally thrilled with the idea. Sarah was all for it. Tyler and Cole were just as enthusiastic, and Salem was almost as. Chris was sold on the idea, but he had to play to the devil’s advocate, to satisfy Samm, for the questions she couldn’t ask, being who started all this in the first place. “Isn’t there any other way to do this?” Chris asked. “No. If she lived alone, or even with other kids, or if she had a lighter debt, it wouldn’t be so hard. But we can’t threaten her or her family, or break any legs. We can’t just break into her house. This is the only way.” Then, Samm called Laura and told her to meet us in an hour. That meant 2am, plenty of time to enact our plan. Then I sent Tyler, Cole, and Sarah out to collect supplies for our little adventure. Then, Salem and Chris went to prepare the cave. Samm and me stayed, to get our drugs together.

Sarah drove home, excited, and wet. She was glad she wore panties; otherwise, she might have stained the crotch of her sweatpants. She got home, and went inside. Her parents and their friends were playing monopoly and Risk, loudly, and drunk. “Hey, Sarah, having a good night?” her Uncle Mike asked. “Totally uncle Mike,” she replied,” Im just gonna grab some stuff and go back to my friend’s house. We’re having a really cool sleep over party.” “An all girl’s sleepover, huh?” Mike said, slurring, “I would love to see that.” Im sure you would, even more than you know, Sarah thought to herself. She got into her room, then retrieved the box marked, ‘baby clothes’ from her closet. From inside, she pulled out a 3 dildos, two vibrators, a butt plug, nipple clamps, two pair handcuff, one fuzzy, one real, a ball gag, and her absolute favorite toy, the one she thought she got to use far too little, her 8” long, 2 1/2” around, bright pink strap on. It even had a short dildo inside the strap, with a little nub to excite her clit with every thrust. She threw all of them into her bag. She changed and took out her earrings, then put on all seven of her rings. Then she took her sleeping bag, her pillow, and as a final after thought, her video camera. Then she walked right outside, and drove off.


Cole was tearing apart his mom’s closet. “MOM! Where’s the fucking blow-up mattress!?” he yelled. “Next to the camping gear, you little bitch!” she called back. Wow, we really do reflect out parents, Cole thought. He got the air mattress, the two tents, the sheets, and piled them all just inside the front door. He knew his mom wouldn’t bother him, or even care he would be gone the whole night. He’d seen the two leather jackets on the dining room chairs. He’d smelled the pot smoke coming from her room. While he was waiting for someone to get back, he made himself a sandwich, as he was looking through the fridge, his eye fell on a can of whipped cream. He smiled, “We could use this,” he thought to himself.


Tyler was thinking the same thing as he picked out a bottle of chocolate syrup at the 24-hour mart, the kind that hardened after a minute of exposure to air. His shopping cart was already full up, with a variety box of condoms, several kinds of lube, about six packs of energy drinks, two rolls of duct tape, and other things. The cashier looked at him like he was crazy, but shrugged. He’d seen crazier things. But the pack of D batteries seemed the weirdest, for some reason.


When Chris and Salem reached the cave, there weren’t alone, three hobos were also camped out near the entrance on the rock, two were passed out, one was still seated next to a small, dying fire, wine bottle in his hands. “Hey, dude, Ill give you and your friends a hundred bucks and a bottle of vodka each if you’ll find some other place to sleep tonight,” Chris said. The hobo looked up, with remarkably clear eyes. “Give me the three hundred,” he said. Salem shrugged, and Chris handed the money over. The hobo said, Reese, Michael, get your sorry Asses up.” Both hobos stirred. “These nice young men are gonna get some tonight, and don’t want out dirty butts hanging around.” “Why, can’t we watch?” asked one of the fallen hobos. “They’re giving us free booze, mother fucker,” said the other. “Lets move.” In two minutes, the only evidence they had ever been there were the still smoldering embers. “Ok then,” said, Chris, “Let’s prepare this place.” Salem got the two tarps out of the pickup Chris drove, and they got to work.


Samm and I had wrapped about fifteen Js and had put up alibis for us and everyone else that needed them when Sarah returned. “You got all that we need?” I asked her. “That and much, much more,” Sarah grinned evilly. Just then Laura called. She was wondering if she could bring a friend, a girl a year younger than her named Renee. I said sure. I left Sarah and Samm rolling, as I started searching for the other air mattress that Samm had in her shed. I found it just as Tyler showed up with Cole. “We all ready?” I asked. “At our end anyway.” said Tyler. “Hey, can I try one of those Js man?” “Be my guest,” I said as I called Chris to confirm that everything was on schedule and ready, and it was. All we need now was the target. I looked at my team. Both Tyler and Cole were wearing old jeans, with blue T-shirts and dark blue cotton hoodies. Samm was wearing a T-shirt from a techno concert we had gone to last month. I wasn’t sure what we were. We had gone on some dates, and she had blown me a few times, and I had returned the favor. We had fooled around with other stuff, with me being her partner in some anal exploration a few weeks back. But I couldn’t honestly tell you what I felt about her. I think she was the same way.

Sarah wore a red swimming shirt and a knee length black shirt, I noticed she had taken out her earrings and had put in the rings. She had seven of them, small bands of metal, each different. Of all of us, only I knew what they were. A guy in a town about 25 miles away, who did metal work, made them. We usually bought bowls and bongs from his brother, who did glass work, but he did some nice work too. I had a necklace that he made for me from a piece of obsidian I had found. Sarah had always bought a small ring after she had totally dominated another chick. Seven girls who would never forget that night, or ever live it down if people found out. I knew that Sarah would be paying him a visit come Monday. I was wearing a black t-shirt, jeans, and my lather jacket. And my lucky boxers. Honestly, to get away with this, I would need a bit of luck.


Then Laura and Renee arrived. Her parents dropped them off at the house, and Samm went to collect them. When they walked in, both Tyler and Sarah raised eyebrows, and Laura got a look of fear in her eyes. She was sexier than I remember. I saw her a little during school, but not much. She was wearing a white spaghetti strap top and skintight shorts. She had back hair, wavy, that reached her breast. While not as well endowed as Samm, she was definitely in the C range. She didn’t seem to be wearing a bra, but her tits stood up just fine. She was exactly my height, with slender legs and a nice, tight butt. Renee was a brunette, with much longer hair. A little short, maybe 5’4”, and had slightly smaller tits, but her ass was plump and beautiful. She looked a little scared at all of us and all the open joints and vodka. I stood up, holding a lit J, and spoke in a low, commanding voice. “Do you know why you’re here?” “yeah,” Laura said sheepishly, “ I know how much I owe Samm, by extension, you guys. But I can pay it off, I promise.” I nodded, as if understanding. “Don’t worry. Let’s sit down, have a smoke, maybe some shots, then we’ll talk about how a nice girl like you wound up like this.” She seemed so relived.

We all sat in the chairs and passed around a few Js. Laura told her story. She had at first bought for her circle of friends, and her boyfriend. It had just been weed at first, and then they wanted to try harder drugs. Being the girl with connections mad her the most popular girl in their clique. Weed, then coke, then acid, then shrooms, then some pills. A couple of her friends sounded like full on cokeheads. Their boyfriends apparently went through Viagra like it was pez. At first it was, “don’t worry Laura, We’ll pay you later” then before she knew it she had racked up a big debt, and none of their friends wanted to help her. “But you understand, right?” she pleaded with me and Sarah and Samm. “You wont let me get my legs broken or anything?” I looked into those eyes, saw that ultimate helplessness and submission, and I felt my dick just turn to stone as I thought of those eyes, streaked with tears and wide with pain, looking up at me during a blowjob. “Don’t worry,” I said, “everything will be just fine.” After another couple Js and a few shots, she was more than ready to go anywhere.


Cole and me stayed mostly sober, so we could drive them all. Cole took Laura, Tyler, and Samm in the van, along with most of the supplies, while I took Sarah and Renee in my Volvo. It was about three minutes into a 20-minute drive when Renee said, “Do you want some road head? I would totally do that.” “Ok,” I said. What guy would turn down road head? Even in front of his friend. Renee started by my rubbing crotch, licking her lips and whispering in my ear, “Come on big boy, lets see how hung you are.” At the next stoplight, I adjusted my seat down and back, to give her head room. By that time I was almost totally hard, my 6 inches straining at my pants.


She deftly unzipped them, and took a look at my cock. 6 inches long, but wide, almost an inch and a half wide. She swallowed, and then started taking my head into her mouth. Her lips were soft, and as they engulfed my head with their glistening wetness I almost missed my light turning green. As she worked her way down my shaft, bit-by-bit, I felt her hand slide against my pants and start kneading my balls from outside the fabric. Abruptly, she sucked in air and forced herself almost ¾ of the way down my dick in one go. I couldn’t resist. Even going 45, I reached down off the wheel, grabbed the back of her head, and forced her head down, keeping my dick in her mouth a good 10 seconds, while she started sputtering and I could feel her tongue whip around my cock. Then she pulled her head off my dick, leaving a string of saliva connecting them.

She started jacking me off with her hand, and then looked up right into my eyes as I stopped at a red light. “Do you wanna treat me like your filthy little whore?” she asked with a sultry, dirty voice. “You have no idea,” I replied, “Now keep sucking my fucking cock!” She returned to the task, alternating between sucking up and down my shaft while massaging it from the inside with her tongue, and focusing on the tip, kissing it and licking it. This girl was good.


As I looked in the rearview mirror, Sarah was smoking a J with her left hand while with her right hand stuck all the way down her skirt, jilling off in my backseat.