On Her Knees Ch. 15

***Part 15 in an anthology of women performing oral sex.

***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons or situations is purely coincidental.

Authors notes:

- I don't condone drug dealing, it's just a story I came up with based on a situation with a couple of people I used to work with that inspired the story (not entirely based true events).

- I know nothing about drug dealing. Info about that is based on information I was able to get from internet sources and other details I made up as best I could.

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Troy had to look around to make sure they couldn't be seen. The location where he does this has always been secure in the past, but that doesn't mean he shouldn't be careful at all times. It was a location in the warehouse where he works where he knew there were no cameras in the area, no manager came by there most of the time, and it was out of sight of any other passersby. But someone could still come around for some particular reason if they ever thought they had to.

When he was sure it was safe, he pulled out an ounce of weed in a Ziplock bag from his pocket and handed it to one of his coworkers, who was also one of his best customers. He handed Troy the money, and he put it away in his pocket. The co-worker opened the Ziplock bag and took a whiff of the weed and had a smile on his face.

"What are you doing?" Troy asked. "That's some potent stuff there. A manager could easily smell it on you."

The coworker put the bag away and apologized. They left the secret area and went back to work in their areas of the warehouse.

Troy didn't always sell weed, it was more of a side job he had going for him. The state he lived in still didn't allow recreational marijuana, and barely allowing for medicinal marijuana. There has been talk the state was finally going to legalize it for recreational use, but that could be a few years away. For now, the pot dealers in this state, including Troy, is enjoying the extra income, as long as they don't get caught.

He didn't have a large customer base, just enough to make some good money but not go overboard. He had known some people who always tried to increase the size of their business and eventually got careless and got caught. Troy just wanted to keep it simple enough to pay for college and have some extra income. He could probably do well if he left his warehouse job and became a full-time dealer, but this kind of business doesn't provide health, dental, or vacation time. He also thought it made him look good if he had a taxable income shown to show where some of his money was coming from.

He didn't sell to everyone at the warehouse, just a small group of trusted people. The managers kind of know this about their employees, but they don't do much about it unless it affects the work. There's an ongoing joke at the warehouse that if the company ever decides to drug test everyone at once, they will lose more than half their workforce.

The company only drug tests at the beginning of your employment and again only if you cause an accident in the warehouse. They drug test for that for insurance purposes, so they could blame you for it and not the company itself being at fault. So, everyone had to stay off drugs during their shift and make sure they didn't cause an accident. Troy thought it was a good way to ensure that everyone was extra safe during their shifts.

On his way back to his area, he ran into one of his coworkers, Kerry.

"Are you holding?" she asked.

"Not anymore, I just sold the last of it."

"Will you have more later?" she asked. "My sorority is having a big party; we're combining it with another frat to make it a blowout. I could use some weed for me and my friends."

"I can get some later for you; text me later about it and I'll let you know when to come by," he said.

"Thank you, but I'm low on cash this week. any chance you can give me a good discount."

"I already give you a very generous discount as is," he reminded her. "I can't go any lower for you than I already do without it cutting into my profit."

"I had to spend a lot of money to get my car fixed after some asshole banged up my car in the parking lot and drove off."

"And I gave you a little weed for that for free to make you feel better about what happened to your car. I'm sorry, but I just can't do it."

"Then I have a better idea. If I get you into my sorority's party, can you give me some for free?" she asked. "I'll introduce you around, and you can see more of your weed there and make a lot more money."

Troy liked the idea of making some connections with some college kids. He wasn't trying to be a big-time drug dealer, just a decent customer base to make some extra money.

"If you do that, I'll give you the same amount at cost. That's the best I could do," he told her.

He had to stand his ground on not giving away too much of his product for free, no matter what the situation could be.

"Deal," she said. "I'll text you the time and location."

...

Troy got to the party a little late. He didn't want to show up when there was nobody around just yet. If he was going to make money selling his weed, he'd want a good crowd around. He got what was left of his stash from home and bought a little more from his supplier. He kept some of it in his car for safekeeping so he wouldn't have all of it on hand in case something happened. He also got some extra cash to make change if he had to. He was going to insist that anyone who buys from him pay cash only, no money transfer apps at all; the last thing he needed was an electronic trail of anyone he sold to.

When he got there, there were already drunk people in the front yard passed out and vomiting in the bushes; it was barely 9 pm. There was a $20 entrance fee for non-sorority or frat members, but Kerry put him on a list to get him in for free.

He met up with her inside the house and was taken by surprise by how dolled up she was.

"Damn, I have never seen you look like this," he said.

"You've never seen that much of me outside of work," she replied.

Kerry was a 5'5" blonde with a slim body and curves in all the right places. She was wearing a short black dress that showed off all of her fantastic legs, with the top low-cut enough for her large D-cup breasts to be almost falling out. She also normally wore glasses, but this time she had her contact lenses in, and her face was very made up. If she hadn't waited for him inside of the house and walked up to him, he would never have recognized her. Troy always suspected that she was hiding a knockout body underneath all those work clothes he always saw her in, and he was glad he was right.

"Hey, my eyes are up here," she said, pointing to her bright blue eyes.

"Oh, sorry," he said with a little blush forming in his face. He just couldn't help looking at her big tits.

"It's alright, I'm used to guys not looking at my face when I show off my tits," she said. "Speaking of which, again, look me in the eyes when I'm talking to you, please."

Again, she caught him staring at her tits. Troy felt embarrassed, not because he was caught looking at her tits again, but because he was acting like a teenager seeing boobs for the first time. He reminded himself that he was an adult and to be a little more of a gentleman about it, especially when it came to women he considered to be his friends.

"Anyway, thanks for getting me into the party," he said. "It looks like it's going to kick ass tonight."

"Yeah, I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun. Speaking of which, can I have my weed now?"

She handed him the cash he told her to bring that was the at-cost amount of what he normally bought it for from his supplier, and he handed her the weed. She gave it a good smell, pleased with what she had in her hand, then stuffed it down her cleavage.

"You know, if you do stuff like that, it will definitely be hard for me to look you in the eyes," he said.

"Yeah, I know, I was just messing with you just now to see the look on your face when I did that," she said with a laugh. "I don't care if you look at my tits when I'm dressed like this. Now let me introduce you around, as I promised."

Kerry showed him around the house and introduced Troy to a lot of people, and as soon as he got to know some of them, he began selling them his weed. He wanted to make sure some of them were trustworthy before he offered to sell them anything; not everyone was cool about the idea of someone selling weed in their midst. He had been wrong before about it and almost got in trouble a few times. Most college students wouldn't care about it, even if they don't smoke it themselves, but there are always those few in every group that could cause a problem for guys like him if he's not careful.

Eventually, Kerry went off with some of her friends, and Troy was on his own. He didn't mind her leaving him; she had her own friends to hang out with and he was getting to know the people there fairly well by then, so he could handle himself. When he wasn't selling people weed, he was having a good time partying with them. He danced with some hot girls, played some beer games, hung out with some cool guys to talk sports, and made out with a girl. The girl was about to take him upstairs to her room, but then her boyfriend, whom she thought was out of town, showed up to the party, so she had to ditch Troy fast.

Later on, Kerry finally met back up with him when he was playing video games with a couple of frat guys.

"Having a good time?" she asked.

"Oh yeah, definitely," he said. "Besides the money I made tonight, I'm having a good time with everyone I meet, and I'm kicking ass in this game."

"Not for long, bro," said one of the frat boys Troy was playing against.

"Great, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," she said. "I need more weed."

"What? You smoked it already?"

"Of course, I didn't smoke all of that. How high do I look to you? I gave some of it away to some people."

"I have to go back to my car to get you some more," he told her. "After I finish this game, of course."

"Great, thank you," she said with a big smile. "Same deal as before?"

Troy liked Kerry but was getting annoyed by her. He did not like giving away that much product for such a low amount. But he figured he had already made a lot of money tonight, so he could do this just one more time.

"Fine, but that's it; I can't sell you anymore for such a low amount," he told her. "I appreciate you bringing me here, but I have to have my limit if I want to make a profit."

"Thank you," she said. "And don't worry. This is the last time, I promise."

Kerry didn't have to wait long for Troy to finish the game when the frat boy defeated him with a new power his mutant ninja warrior character had obtained. He thought about challenging him for a rematch, but Kerry was being a pain in his ass about the weed, so he gave the game controller to someone else and left. He was going to get the rest of the weed from his car anyway, but he was annoyed that he had to get it so soon because Kerry was demanding it. He did help her make a lot of money tonight, so he can't hate her too much right now.

When he got back from his car, he gave her the weed she wanted for the same price as before. She stuffed it down between her breasts again, gave him a big kiss on the cheek as she said thank you, and ran off again.

Troy went back to having fun at the party. By then, most of the guests were already too drunk or high to buy any more of what he had, so his sales were slowed down by then, but he was having a lot of fun with them regardless, so he didn't care. He danced with more hot girls, made out with another girl, played some more drinking games, and even got that video game rematch from the frat boy he met earlier. He still lost to that frat boy, but he still beat the next two players who challenged him.

Sometime after 1 am, he decided he had enough fun for one night and made plenty of money, so he decided it was time to get home. He managed to sell to a few people who were also headed out back to their dorms. He had one small baggie left; he considered trying to sell it off to one more person but thought he could keep it for himself this time. One rule about this business is not to smoke your own product, or else you'll end up losing too much money in the long run. But he felt he had a good night selling, so he could break that rule just this once.

On his way out the door, Kerry ran up to him.

"You're leaving already?" she asked.

"It's after 1 am, I think I've had enough."

"Do you have any more weed?" she asked.

"Seriously? You still need more?"

"it's not all for me, obviously. I've been giving it away to some people."

"I have one baggie left, and I'm keeping it for myself," he told her. "And if I do sell, it's for the normal rate; no more handouts like what I've been giving you."

"Then I'll pay you your normal rate this time."

"For real?"

"I really need it," she said. "Come with me to my room right now and I'll get it for you."

He followed her upstairs to her bedroom. He was looking forward to smoking this weed himself, but he couldn't resist making just a little more money tonight. Plus, he figured Kerry owed him a full amount this time for his weed.

When they got to her room, Kerry closed and locked the door behind him.

"So, here's the deal: I don't actually have any more money," she confessed.

"Are you serious?" he asked very annoyed. "What did you bring me here for?"

"I was hoping we could find some kind of compromise about this."

"I already gave you too much weed for such a low amount, and now you say you can't buy any more from me. What are you doing with all this weed I've been giving you?

"Bribing people to do some of my homework assignments," she revealed.

She explained to Troy how she had to take some required courses that had nothing to do with her major and felt it was unfair that she had to take them at all. Somewhere along the line, she found people who could do her homework for those classes in exchange for money or other favors; this way, she could focus more on the classes for her major. She even found a few teacher assistants to barter with for exam answers so she didn't.

"All right, I understand everything now," said Troy. "But regardless, I can't just give away this weed."

"Maybe there's something I can offer you in exchange for it."

"Besides money, what else could you give me?" he asked.

"A blowjob."

Troy laughed, believing she was making a dumb joke with this situation.

"That was a good one," he said.

"I'm serious. I'll suck your dick for that weed."

This time, Troy could see that Kerry was serious and didn't laugh. He had heard of other dealers who accepted sexual favors in exchange for drugs, but he was never sure if some of those stories were true. He sometimes wondered if that could ever happen to him and how he would handle that offer. But he never thought he'd get that kind of offer from Kerry.

"So, what do you say?" she asked.

"Do you really want to whore yourself for drugs?" he asked.

"You're making it sound worse than it is," she said. "It's weed, not heroin, for crying out loud. Maybe it is a bit whorish, but actual whores have done a lot worse for drugs. I'm just offering to suck you off for some weed."

"And you have no problem doing this?"

"I've done it before," she confessed. "It's one of the things I do for the people who do my homework or give me test answers."

"You give blowjobs to all those people?"

"Of course not," she said. "I do offer money and other favors, but occasionally someone needs more, so I offer to suck their dicks."

"And you don't mind blowing me for weed?" he asked. "Even though we're friends and we work together?"

"I've fooled around with guy friends before and never had a problem with it," she said.

Troy was very surprised by this revelation about Kerry. He never would have expected to hear that she does these things and have qualms about it.

"I don't know, Kerry. This seems a bit much for me."

"Hey, if you leave now, I won't blame you. I'll find some other way to get homework done; I may have to do it myself this time. But you'll probably regret it for the rest of your life if you don't take me up on this offer now."

Troy had to think this through. He was not against paying for sex as he had done it before, but with money and not with women he personally knew. What ultimately got him was how Kerry looked in that dress; he was mesmerized by how hot she looked. The rational part of his brain told him not to do it, but the typical guy part of his brain overruled those thoughts and decided to just go for it.

"This is a very bad idea," he said. "But OK, let's do it."

"Great," she said, smiling.

She was about to go down on her knees when Troy stopped her.

"But we're not doing this every single time. It's too costly for me to just offer weed for blowjobs."

"Don't worry. This may be my idea, but I don't want to have to do this all the time either."

"And you can't tell anybody about this. The last thing I need is other people begging me to trade them something for weed instead of paying me in cash."

"Of course not," she said. "Even though I have no problem doing this in exchange for favors, I don't want it to get around that I do this."

"Also, I want to see your tits."

"Seriously?"

"I like seeing a topless woman giving me blowjobs," said Troy. "Even with just a blowjob, I'm giving you a good deal for this weed. The least you could do is let me see your tits as well."

Kerry thought about it for a moment.

"Can I leave my bra on?" she asked.

"You don't mind sucking my dick for weed, but you're shy about showing me your tits."

"I just feel more comfortable with something on."

Troy sighed. "Ok, only because it makes you more comfortable."

Troy leaned up against the wall and began to take off his pants and boxers. His fully erect dick sprang up and Kerry looked at it with a very approving smile, which pleased Troy because it indicated that she liked what she saw. Kerry then removed her dress, revealing the black bra that was holding up her big tits as well as the black matching thong. This time it was Troy who gave her an approving smile.

Kerry got down on her knees, spat on her hand a couple of times, and used it to start stroking his dick.

"Let me know when you're about to cum, OK?" she asked. "I don't want you to finish in my mouth."

"Don't worry, I'll let you know," he assured her.

Kerry opened her mouth wide and took as much of Troy's dick into her mouth. She sealed her lips firmly around the shaft as her head bobbed back and forth. Every time the shaft entered her mouth; her tongue massaged it to make it extra pleasurable for Troy.

At one point, she decided to focus her mouth on his sack; sucking on each testicle as she stroked the shaft. Troy didn't expect her to do this, as most women who went down on him never want to do that. But he wasn't against it either; he just let her do whatever she wanted while she was on her knees. Even with the few women who didn't mind sucking his balls, they never did it as well as Kerry was doing now; he was beginning to wonder how often she gave blowjobs to learn how to do this so well.

She went back to sucking his dick, this time going at it him off faster, with more fervor than before. She went at it for a good long time, refusing to stop, even for a moment. She started deep-throated him a few times, gagging on the dick. Not only did she know Troy would enjoy that, like most men do, but she took pleasure in doing this as well. As she continued the blowjob, Troy noticed that she had one hand down the front of her thong, fingering her pussy. The more she went down on him, the more she fingered herself. At one point, she gave herself a mild orgasm, which reverberated through her body which Troy could sense through the blowjob.

She continued sucking him off a lot longer than even Troy realized he could hold off. He was amazed at how long Kerry was doing this without taking a break. Eventually, it went on for so long that he couldn't hold off any longer and was on the verge of exploding into her mouth.

"Kerry, I'm going to cum," he warned her.

She heard him but was having too much fun of her own to stop. She was having her own fun and figured she had enough time to go a little longer before he actually needed to finish.

"Kerry, I'm serious. I can't hold it back."

As much as she wanted to continue having her fun, she knew it was time to stop. She got his dick out of her mouth and began stroking him again. She could tell from the way it felt in her hand that he was indeed about to explode all over her. She arched her back a little and aimed his dick downwards, hoping it would get on her chest only.

Unfortunately, her aim wasn't that good because when Troy shot his load on her, the first few streams fell on her face. She quickly repositioned herself to get the rest of it to fall on her tits. She squeezed out every drop from his dick and then stood back up.

Troy thought she looked extra sexy with his cum on her face and tits like that. She went into one of her dresser drawers, took out a hand towel, and used it to wipe the cum off of her.

"Can I have my weed now?" she asked.

Troy picked up his pants, took out his last remaining bag of weed, and handed it to her. He then put his boxers and pants back on as Kerry put her dress back on as well.

"Remember, this is just a one-time thing," he said. "I'm not trading weed for any more sexual favors. It's not something I want to keep doing every single time."

"Are you sure about that?" she asked while flashing him a sexy smile. "Think about it for a moment."

He thought about it quickly and realized what he may be giving up.

"Ok, maybe not all the time," he said. "Maybe on certain occasions."

"I'll make sure there will be a limit to how often I'll offer that for you," she said. "I don't mind doing it, but even I can't keep sucking dick for weed every time."

Troy tried to kiss her, but she held him back. Kerry reminded him they were still just friends and what they did was only a business transaction, nothing more, which he agreed with wholeheartedly. She did give Troy one kiss on the cheek before they said goodbye to each other, and he left the room.