West Palm Slut Daylight Fading Ch 08

I leaned over in my lounge chair by the pool and grabbed another beer. It was only 11AM and I was already on my fourth. I could see Sonia and her overweight, pear-shaped body walking over toward me with her pool bag in one hand and a water in the other.

"That's pretty aggressive for this early in the day," Sonia quipped looking at the empty cans next to my chair. "No work tonight?"

"I got fired," I shot back. "So even though it is Wednesday, every day is a Saturday for me now."

"Oh no. I'm so sorry to hear that. What did you get fired for?"

"A culmination of things," I replied slightly slurring my words. The reality was I had been stealing money from to registers nearly daily and finally got caught. I had no intention of telling her that though.

"Getting drunk at work. Talking back to my boss. Sucking a customer in the parking lot after work."

"Hold on. What?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said you sucked a man's penis in a parking lot?"

"Yes. But that was months ago. They were just using that as an excuse to fire me."

"Eww. Blow jobs are disgusting!"

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Yes! A smelly, sweaty penis. And then it shooting in your mouth. Gaaaah!!!" Sonia said while fake gagging. "I haven't given one in years."

It all made sense to me now. Javier had always been so sweet and appreciative when I blew him and now I knew why. I had blown him more times this month than his wife had their whole marriage.

In my drunkenness I debated telling her I had sucked her husband's dick over a dozen times - mostly out of boredom or a feeling of obligation. Telling her that I knew they weren't having sex because Javier's loads were big enough that it took effort to swallow it all. Telling her that maybe if she lost thirty or forty pounds he'd make more of an effort to fuck her. My mind was in a dark place but I withheld the urge to say anything. It would not have benefited anyone. Eventually I needed more beer and Sonia needed to head to work so we parted ways. I watched disgustedly as her overly large ass jiggled as she walked away.

I sat in my apartment, bored. I grabbed three day old chicken wings out of my fridge and ate one of them. My mind drifted back to Sonia and her jiggling ass. My own body had looked better and the guilt of eating the wings and the weight gain they would cause led me to throwing them away. I had decided it was time to really start to lose weight.

I picked up my phone and texted Conch. His real name was Tito but no one called him that. Conch wasn't new to the area but was new to my scene. He had spent time at the bar I worked at and often sold all of us various party favors at good prices.

"You available for a meet?" My message read.

"Rx, ski, or ice?"

I had no idea his inventory was so vast.

"Skiing."

Conch texted his address and I threw on a tank top and jeans and drove to his place.

His apartment was small, similar to mine, but with two small bedrooms. It had an old courdoroy sofa where two of his friends sat playing video games on a television which had to be at least 60 inches. The apartment smelled of food, cigarette smoke, and stale farts. It was gross.

"There's some in the bathroom if you want to test it before buying," Conch said without removing his focus from the video game.

I walked into the bathroom which was even more gross than the rest of the apartment. The bathtub was mildewed. There was urine in the unflushed toilet. There was an ashtray on the ground which was wet with an substance I didn't even want to think about. There were three lines cut on the sink counter and I chose the thickest one and snorted it. The product was good, real good.

I peeked my head out of the bathroom door and caught Conch's eye, summoning him to the bathroom. I wasn't comfortable buying drugs in front of people I didn't know.

He walked to the bathroom and I shut the door.

"How much do you want?" Conch asked.

"I only have enough for a gram right now, but I'll come back and buy an eight later."

"Cool," Conch said as he pulled out a gram of blow from his pocket. "Eighty-five dollars."

"What?! For a gram? No way." I had been used to only paying seventy-five dollars and I didn't even have that much on me.

"Fine," Conch said as he put the gram back in his pocket and turned to leave.

I reached out and grabbed his arm.

"I have sixty," I said desperately handing him my wad of bills.

"Fuck you," he said with a laugh.

"Seriously, sixty dollars is fair. If you want I'll bring another fifteen later this week."

"Hell no! Pay now or leave."

"Conch, please! Just this one time."

He looked me in the eye and leaned back against the sink counter in thought. Then he stood up and unbottoned his pants and dropped them to the floor. I looked at him angrily. He was being an asshole. All of this arguing over twenty-five dollars.

"We're either doing this or not," Conch said. "So let's do this or let's go on with our day."

I leaned around him and snorted another one of the lines. I then knelt down in front of him. His dick was soft but growing already. I leaned forward and took it into my mouth. There would be no teasing or slow sensual sucking. This was a business transaction. His dick wasted no time getting hard and the progress inspired me to suck him even faster and wetter. It was a thick six and a half inches and I was able to take it all.

His skin smelled like cigarettes which, believe it or not, was an improvement from the smell of the rest of the bathroom. After two more minutes I felt his hands on my head and his dick empty into my mouth.

He pulled up his pants and handed me the bag of coke. No words were exchanged as we left the bathroom.

Driving home it hit me. I had just sucked my drug dealers dick for the equivalent of twenty-five dollars. I needed to find a job...fast.