by JQ Jones
“I don’t smoke or do drugs.”
“Technically, I was going to use a vaporizer that doesn’t burn the weed so therefore you don’t get any smoke, and weed isn’t a drug,” she said.
“Tell that to the police.”
“I will, depending on what state I’m in. Around here we have a don’t ask, don’t tell policy.”
“Do you sell it?”
“Never in my life. I made a very conscious decision not to grow, produce or distribute any type of illegal substance. And despite what the growers around here think, marijuana is still illegal. I became a botanist because I think that the world needs food more than it does a natural soporific,” she said. The room was quiet except for the noise of Spot splashing his way through his bath. From the snippets of conversation that the adults could hear, he was in the process of building an underwater world which required the water to come on when the bad sea people needed to be washed away.
She was sitting across from him at the table, drawing lines around the condensation of the beer bottle. He gulped and dragged his eyes from hers when he found himself looking at her too long.
The tilt of his head made her go on with her explanation. “Before my dad died, he and Nick were able to produce crops of upwards of 100 to 150 kilos of high quality marijuana. Since his death these same people have come to me each year and tried to convince me that I should be doing the same. It doesn’t matter that I have never participated in the business, nor do they seem to understand that I never will. All they are interested in is the product. I’ve explained that although I have the knowledge, I don’t have the will. This year I want to present them with an alternative business idea. Before you ask, it’s perfectly legal and legitimate. Otherwise Iona wouldn’t have helped me out with the business plan.”
She continued her explanation as she got up from the table to nudge his legs to the side so that she was able to sit on his lap. “Our families have done business for decades. We’ve worked with Carlevaros in Pennsylvania since the turn of the last century.” She straddled him, kissing his neck as she talked. “We’ve worked with the Maxwells from Jamaica since the sixties and our newest are the Vargas family out of Mexico. Dad started working with them in the late seventies. Because of the length of the relationships, I plan on visiting each family in person to explain the new idea I’m proposing.”
Clint floundered through her explanation. He’d not noticed that she’d changed into light summer pants with no underwear. He knew she didn’t have on panties because he could feel her wetness building up on his upper thighs. He gently moved her lower on his legs but then she rubbed the head of his dick. He wanted to groan but instead asked her a question.
“Are they criminals?”
“I consider them totally ruthless but it’s a prerequisite in their line of work. I have no idea if they are criminals. I can say that I’m trying my damnedest to stay on their good side because I like and respect them, and I’d rather not find out how bad they can be.”
“I think we should have sex and get it over with,” she said as she leaned away from his body to look him in the eye. She said it as if it were a continuation of what they were discussing.
“Before we indulge in our carnal desires, we need to make some ground rules.” She slowly rode up and down his hard jeans-encased dick that was obviously throbbing.
“I’m sexually attracted to you and I think, I hope, you feel the same way. However, we both know that this isn’t going to be a “forever and ever, amen” kind of relationship, so I’m willing to put out what it is that I want.” She paused to lean forward and bite the muscle that connected his shoulder to his collarbone and laugh as he did groan this time.
“I am on birth control, wishful thinking on my part, but as we just met and don’t know each other from Adam we will use condoms. I have some in my room but there might be a problem because I’ve had them since Heck was a pup and if I’m feeling what you’re packing correctly, then they’re going to be too small. What are you, seven inches?” she asked.
“Eight.” Clint made himself match her matter-of-fact way of speaking.
“And girthy, too. You don’t have to pretend that you’re in it for the long haul and I don’t plan on this being longer than the time it takes to finish my deal. That OK with you?” She plowed her hands in his silky hair to hold his head steady while she licked on his lips until he opened wide enough for her tongue to slip inside. He accepted the open-mouthed kiss and steadied her with two large, callused hands, clutching her firm ass tightly on his erection.
He disengaged from her kiss and picked her up to place her in the chair on the other side of the table. “I appreciate your honesty, but I’m not having sex with you at all. I like my women large enough to handle the hard, rough, intense, and just-this-side-of-violent sex I like to give my women. I like to ride a woman till she’s screaming for mercy and then give her more until I’m satisfied. She’s there for my pleasure, part of which is making sure that she’s pleasured. She doesn’t get up until I’m ready.”
Nora chuckled, “Damn, you had me at hard.”
* * * *
Clint lay on the cot in the drying shed again. The only difference this time was that he wasn’t tied down and Nora lay on top of him. He had a painful erection, harder than he’d been when he’d saw his first porno when he was fourteen, as she continued to tell him all the dirty things she planned on doing to him. They had come to the shed to continue their negotiations so that Sebastian wouldn’t hear their complex and very nasty talk.
Clint was beyond exasperated. Nora was like a pit bull on a bone as she continued to counter each and every obstacle he came up with.
“I can’t do this,” he groaned.
“If you tell me honestly that you don’t like it, I’ll get up and leave you alone, no means no after all. But I’d like a better explanation than because I said so.” She had made a sensitive path from his ear to his collarbone and now all she had to do was blow on it lightly and he shuddered and almost came.
“You’re too fucking small. I’m too big and rough and I’ll hurt you.”
“Finally, you get to the point. You have to compromise. I’ll use a safe word, I’m thinking Dillinger, if you get beyond my comfort zone. You can use it, too,” she said.
“I can’t take that chance.”
“Yes, you can. I’m stronger than I look and I promise I won’t break. You might, but I won’t,” she said. Kissing his naked chest as she slipped down his body, she spoke into his skin on her way lower and lower. She’d only gotten him out of his shirt and shoe. They made a deal that she could only take off what he took off. She was using her B-cups to imprint on him as she got lower and lower.
“I’m not gentle, I’m not kind, I’m not sensitive,” he said.
“But you are hard and hot and you want me. Use me like you need to. If it’s too much it’ll be Dillinger all the way.”
She stopped moving waiting for him to make up his mind. He flipped her over onto her back and stripped her jeans off before she said anything else. His own jeans joined hers in a heap on the floor. Before she could speak again he slammed into her. All eight inches punched into her wetness. She arched off the bed, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her hiss was covered by his loud groan of need and want. She tried to grab his shoulders but he gathered both her hands in one of his large rough right hand and pinned them over her head and into the mattress.
“Remember tomorrow that you wanted this.”
“Don’t think I’ll ever forget,” she said. She gasped in time with his deep plunges. It wasn’t just that he was deep inside her wetness. It was that he filled her completely, each stroke hitting a bundle of nerves that she had never used before. She started to come as soon as he entered her. It caused her to inner muscles to clinch down on his dick making him groan as he drove into her deeper. The cot banged against the wall.
“You are such a fucking tease. Now I’m going to give you more dick than you can handle.”
His voice was gruff and raw.
She squeaked as she came again. She rose off the bed to meet his stroke then came once again.
“Come for me, dark fairy, cream my dick again. You’ve been wanting this all day haven’t you, little fuck toy? Come again.”
She did. This time she bucked against him and they both came. He roared, pounding more and more into her as he filled the condom with shot after shot of cum.
They lay in a tangle, twisted, sweaty, connected heap as their bodies cooled off. She smoothed his wet hair out of his eyes and kissed him on both cheeks.
“I am so sorry…” he started.
Nora laughed. “You’re surprised, you’re sated, you’re fucked up in the head because you worry about stupid bullshit but you ain’t sorry.”
Clint almost smiled and tried to untangle from her but strong smooth thighs gripped him close until he fell asleep.
Chapter Four:
You’ll Make Me Cry
Nora woke curled around a large, warm, almost hot, entity. She blinked in the sun pouring through the opaque walls of the shed. She was sore, the good kind of sore. With a turn of her head she was eye to eye with Spot. He leaned over the bed watching her closely with his bright, intelligent, eyes.
“Why did you sleep out here? And where are your clothes?” Spot always asked direct questions. She never hesitated when she answered him and she didn’t now.
“My clothes are on the floor where I dropped them so if you turn your head for a minute, I’ll put on Clint’s shirt so that I won’t be totally butterball naked. I slept out here because he’s a little scared of the dark and staying in a different house.” Nora slipped on Clint’s tank top that had landed on the bottom of the cot. They were both whispering as Nora slipped on the white shirt and gently jerked her left leg from under Clint’s right.
“Let’s go,” she whispered. “We don’t want to embarrass him because he’s afraid of the dark.”
“I won’t make fun of him but he’s so big he shouldn’t be scared of the dark now. You don’t sleep with me anymore and that’s not fair,” the little boy said.
“Like I always say ‘life is not fair…’” Nora said.
“…but it’s fun,” Spot finished.
After the conversation drifted up the path, Clint rolled over mortified that he’d allowed the evil, dark fairy to seduce him into sex and that her four-year-old brother thought he was a coward. He lay with his hands clasped behind his head waiting for the right amount of time to pass before following them up to the house when his phone rang.
He rummaged around on the floor to find his jeans and his phone in the back pocket.
“Cuz, you butt dialed me last night,” CJ said.
Clint paused before he answered. “I can’t catch a break to save my soul right now. It’s the dark fairy’s fault.”
“I only heard enough to figure out I didn’t want to listen before I hung up. Heads up, Cuz, if Iona finds out you’re on her shit list. Nora is some kind of holy woman of marijuana. She’s a cross between Mary, Joan of Arc, Hunter S. Thompson, and Booker T. Washington. I think that’s what she’s negotiating for, freedom from her myth,” CJ said.
“Well at least I shattered the Mary/Joan of Arc thing last night. She’s…”
“Hot?” CJ said.
“Precious.”
* * * *
Clint stalled as long as he could then he made his way up the path to the little house. Nora and Sebastian were in the kitchen fixing a waffles-and-eggs breakfast.
“Dude, I understand about being afraid of the dark. Nora is great at keeping the boogie man away. Nick brought your big bag up from your car. He said to say he was sorry. But he wasn’t really he just said it because Nora said he had to. He’s better so he took down the man traps we didn’t know about.” Sebastian was almost bouncing with excitement. “I’m going to stay with the Menendezes today. They have sons but not my age but they do have horses and cows so I should be OK for a while.”
“You want some waffles and bacon?” Nora said.
“I could eat,” Clint said. “Just let me shower and change, I smell like a brothel.”
“What’s a brothel?” Sebastian said.
“A place that Clint has spent a lot of time in,” Nora said with a laugh. She looked fresh, sparkly, and fuckable. Clint felt himself harden. He stomped up the stairs.
“If you punch a hole through anything you have to pay for it,” Nora called up the stairs.
Clint wasn’t shocked to find Sebastian waiting for him when he finished his shower this time. The small boy looked as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.
“I told on you to Nick. I’m sorry, Clint, I shouldn’t have said that Nora slept with you because you were afraid of the dark. Nick said that you might run into a problem if you do it again. He said it in his nasty voice, too. I’m sorry. Nora just laughed and told Nick that he was forgetting how hormones work and that it takes two.”
“I accept your apology, Sebastian. I’m not too worried about Nick. Let’s go eat, OK?”
“Sure, Clint. Nora makes some really good waffles.”
A platter of waffles sat in a warming tray along with bacon and home fries on the small counter. Nora sat at the table making notes in a beat-up black binder.
“If we can get a flight, I’d like to get Spot settled with Mrs. Menendez. I talked to her while you guys were upstairs lollygagging around. I’ve got a few loads of laundry left but I want him to have his good clothes.” She didn’t look up from her list. She started on what she needed to do to close the house before she noticed that Spot and Clint were trying to say something.
“Nora, I have to find the Goat to say good-bye. He might not understand if he doesn’t see me for a few days,” Spot said.
“There’s only the 4:30 flight for today. Spot I don’t think you have enough time to search for the Goat before we have to leave for Charleston.”
“I came in the company plane. We can leave after you talk to the goat. I’ve heard a lot about him but I didn’t know anybody really had seen him,” Clint said. He leaned against the sink watching the light shine on the siblings, lighting up the curls of one and the growing brown mass of hair on the other.
“Cool,” they said in unison.
“Let’s get you fed and then you can go find the Goat, then we’ll check on Nick one last time,” Nora said.
“I need to know where we’re going, who we’re meeting and what to expect from them,” Clint said.
“Let’s eat. One waffle or two this morning, Spot?” She slipped two waffles, a dab of home fries and bacon onto a plastic plate. She and Sebastian talked as she buttered, cut and put syrup on his food. Without stopping their ongoing conversation, she did the same for Clint, although she gave him coffee instead of orange juice.
“I can fix my own food,” Clint said.
“Sorry, it’s habit,” she said. She retrieved a large glass of green liquid from the refrigerator, glancing over the rim as she drank. She smiled as he dropped his head closer to his plate.
She began clearing the table before Clint was finished. “Just find the Goat and come right back. We’ll stop by Nick’s on the way to make sure he checks the plants. I hate to leave them this late in the season but their water and nutrients are pretty automatic. It should be OK for a few days but things happen,” she said.
Sebastian didn’t complain as he sat quietly while Nora wiped his hands and mouth with a wet paper towel before he was able to run out the door again. He was out the door before she finished speaking. He came back to give Nora a sloppy kiss on the lips.
“Put a jacket on, Spot. It’s still a little cold outside,” she said.
“I’m not cold.”
“I am.”
“OK. See you later, Clint.” The back screen door slapped the frame from the force of his rush out the house. Sitting across from Clint, Nora looked closely at the man taking up so much space in her small kitchen. His eyes bore into hers for a brief second
before dropping to her lips, lips that had been all over his body. The glance dropped further as he traced the line of her breast visible through her sweater.
“Can you think with all the blood rushing to your dick?” she asked.
He jerked his eyes back up to her eyes. “We’re going to be together a lot for the next week. I plan on doing this without getting all tied up in a complicated affair. I don’t plan on repeating last night. Let’s go through your meeting schedule now.”
Nora outlined her plan to drop Sebastian in Oklahoma, fly to Harrisonburg, Virginia, then backtrack to Newport News then on to Houston.
“That was my original plan, but since I’m flying in a corporate jet, I can change my plans. I don’t like the carbon footprint but this can’t be helped.”
“Forget about the carbon footprint and tell me if these people are trying to be physically dangerous to you or Sebastian.”
“Good lord no. Each family wants to put us into a gilded cage or more like a gilded hothouse. With my knowledge base, I can pump out two, possibly three crops a year, more if I use grow lights. The families want to own the family processes and any seeds to OMG. Letting any one of the families have either the seed or the process would be like the Colonel giving away his chicken recipe to Church’s and Popeyes. Ain’t gonna happen. Besides, the karma for all that negativity would haunt me for my next three life times. “
“If it’s so safe, why do you want Sebastian somewhere unknown?” Clint said.
“They’re controlling men and they can be a little hot headed when it comes to business. It’ll take a lot of wheeling and dealing and calming and placating, but I can do that. I’m legit and I don’t want to drag Spot around while I talk about the end of my dad’s nefarious farming. If I explain this really, really right then the families invest in my new business and they sort of go legit, too. I grew up around these men, they supported me when Dad died and Esperanza and I sold pies to the local diner. I want them to be in the new business I’m starting. I like these guys,” she said. Clint watched as she used her entire body to explain, leaning forward to punctuate a point by drawing tiny pictures on the table.