Weed

- " Say no to weed, say no to weed. "

She marched on the street shouting with the others ... and trying to contain her laugh. There were many reasons to say no to weed on the pamphlets she delivered to the people, but her main reason was not there. _She was against legal weed stores ... because she sell it for a lot more on the streets. Tax free easy money.

On her first time, Nancy hated to be almost outside the city limits getting mud stuck in her boots. But now it was her weekly routine. The streets near the forest weren't a secret place, anyone knew that you were here to buy or sell.

_With only 18 she was very good looking, even tried to be a model, but she wasn't tall enough. So here she was wearing loose sport gear. An oversized sweatshirt was hiding her cute little horny nipples that hardened at the slightest verbal provocation. A_ pair of old sweat pants, a gangster winter hat to hide her hair and the blue sunglasses completed the boyish look. She was super pretty and feminine, but with this clothes they would think she is just another skinny boy trying to copy some rap singer style. A completely different person from the sexy socialite marching on the streets this morning with a fuck me almost flashing all summer dress with fuck me now heels. No underwear, always. She had all empowering fashion lingerie that her aunt offered her, but she refused to use it. It was part of the small things that gave her an adrenalin rush. She was not a cock teaser, but to be like this in front of people was exciting ... and they never knew it.

Nancy was raised at the best private schools, but after choosing arts instead of university, her family money was suspended. They were thinking that she would return in less than a year, her uncles even made bets behind her back. But after the first week she was making enough money to pay her rent.

She had a small room on a street motel, not the usual luxury she had come accustomed to during the last few years with her family money. She now was sleeping on a typical room, with a small tv, a mirror, a small wardrobe, a tiny bathroom was glued to a comfy. But most important of all, no paparazzi. She was so tired of the photographers at her parents house. To her this cheap room was to be away from that social circle. _She wasn't famous, but her family had royal blood from a small country, so her parents house was always surrounded by journalists. But that's over, now she could do all she wants.

Being royalty is not bad, it was on one of those social tea parties that she tried weed. For her it wasn't nothing special, but all her friends were amazed by the forbidden fruit.

She started small, a friend from a club _offered her a chance to do a weed delivery. When she went to the club, she looked very different. By day she was wearing top luxury clothes from the latest Paris collection ... but at night, she just had the cheapest dress bought on a flee market. Advantages to be young and hot, anything looks good on you. So her friends at the club had no idea who she really was.

One of the regulars was dry, and need it fast to relax. She would earn 25% of the profit plus tips. All she had to do is deliver the order, and persuade people to buy more while there. She even knew him, the regular was a daily presence at the dance club she went every night, and his friends were also big smokers.

After the first month 25% of the profit wasn't enough anymore. She was doing all the work now, and even had a few customers that would "hit" on her every time and invite her to private parties. She knew that they would pay extra for some fun, and one of them even rubbed his hand against her crotch. She ignore it and politely refused the invitation. It's time to do something different. She said to herself, the regulars at parties smoke a ton of weed. If it's not from her, would be from someone else. So she went to get more stuff. And besides ... every person needs a few hours of 'zoning' out to deal with the stress. No, not needs, they deserve it.

And she continue to pep talking herself to do it. _It was risky to try to break the rules, but it was worthy. She watched her usual supplier corner and waited in line for her turn.

- “ I need lunch ".

- " You again ? Didn't I served you yesterday ? You know the rules. "

- " Tomorrow is Friday, and I am going to a party tonight.”

To make things go faster she flashed her cigar pack full of green. With a fast look he could see it.

- “ You are fucking short, piss off kid. ”

He stated and sucked deeply on his joint. The loud grumbling in her stomach told her that finding food should be her priority but she decided to push her luck.

- “ Wait, I will pay you Monday. I don’t need much, just half a lunch will do."

- " Monday ? Ok, are you eating enough ? I guess you are serious. Good I used to be like that also when I started. I like you style kid, listen I don't have half here, follow me. Here have some of this. "

- " Thank you but I can't smoke now. The party in on a hotel and the smell of your stuff is strong. And I need to pass the entrance to sell."

- " On a hotel ? Nice, you scored some tourists ? Good. True, true, my stuff is one of the strongest around here. "

As we passed the wooden door, the air was thick with the skunk smell of weed, beer, sweat and ... fish ? I couldn't understand that last sea smell. My mind was just focused on getting my bag to make money fast.

_He sat reclined in an enormous beanbag chair on the floor with a bag on his hand. _

- " Here it is, half-lunch like you said. Money on Monday, don't tell anyone."