𝟥/𝟦 𝑜𝓏 - 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓁𝑒𝒹
𝟣𝟢 𝒷𝒶𝑔𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒹 , 𝟥
𝓅𝒶𝓎𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝓌𝑒𝒹, 𝟣𝑜𝓏 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉.
Desirée inhaled from their blunt, scribbling in their journal at the small dinner table. They were home documenting their sales in solitude where they thrived the most. They were too unstable for interaction, Ray being the type to fly off of the handle over the smallest things.
So they rather stay to themselves. They've always had a bad temper ever since they were a kid. Their mother made sure that Ray knew it'll make them unloveable. Intolerable, even. It was justified, Ray always having to defend themselves even as a small child. It can turn a person hard and closed off despite what everyone else thought.
It made it difficult to maintain relationships, Ray constantly paranoid about people's actions and whether they were genuine or not. They didn't trust a soul, refusing to allow themselves to as well. It wasn't worth the hurt or the risk, Ray thriving better in isolation more than anything.
It didn't help that their last friendship, the only one they had, fell apart due to constant miscommunication and Ray's paranoia. She didn't put in much effort and it bothered Ray. It made them feel as if they were begging for a friendship, the young woman refusing to understand their position and instead using it to her advantage. The woman eventually stopped trying completely, leaving Ray confused and feeling abandoned. They finally exploded, the young woman being completely caught off guard and blocking them before it escalated.
Funky bitch. I ain't wanna be ya friend anyway.
The thought alone resurfaced the aggression Ray felt toward the situation. They frowned, sitting back on the wooden chair as they exhaled a cloud of smoke. The music in the background took over their mind, Ray staring into space as they thought about their next move.
"Who needs friends? Not I. Benjamin..is my friend." Ray chuckled as they counted the thousands they've made on campus that day. It was a good day, Ray licking their fingers as they caressed every bill before putting them through the counter.
5k.
The phone rang, Ray immediately grabbing it and greeting the person on the line without a thought. However, they perked up one they realized who it was.
"Boss."
"Yeah..where's the reup money? You ready for more product? You're my best pusher and we're low tonight. What's up with that?"
"I got you. I'm taking my cut right now."
"Wait on that..I need you to serve a party tonight. But it's a party that can't be spoken about. You gotta sign an NDA. Pull up."
"Alright."
"Don't ask no questions. Just give 'em what they want. I'll give you a bonus at the end of the night." Ray nodded at their boss who just smiled, her red lipstick bold and luring. She was beautiful for an older woman, always put together and intimidating just from the look in her eye alone.
She was a money hungry bitch and Ray aspired to be just like her. She ran her own empire and not one person apart of it knew her name. They referred to her as her pronouns or 'boss' and nothing in between. A few of her close associates called her mother, but that was none of Ray's business.
They just always made sure to stay on her good side. They've seen what she could do if someone wasn't.
"Well alright." Ray chuckled while stepping out of the car with her. A hand found their face, caressing it gently causing Ray to grow tense. She turned Ray's face from side to side, analyzing the beauty of her associate with a grin.
"Relax. You're the only one I could trust. Whatever you see, you don't speak of. Understood?"
"Yes."
"Good girl. Go inside and let's make some money." Ray rolled their eyes at the pet name before walking inside, their eyes nearly bulging from their skull. Everyone was naked and on top of each other, Ray slowly turning to Her who just smiled with a nod.
"Don't forget the rules. You'll disappoint me." She whispered, touching Rays lower back to edge them forward. Lustful eyes followed the both of them as they walked through the orgy, Ray feeling heavy from the energy of the atmosphere.
"Ah, it's so good to see you. I'm glad you came."
"Of course I came, Teresa. You're one of my best clients." She responded, kissing the older woman's cheeks. Ray just watched, the woman in a thick robe that covered her body. She had a woman kneeling next to her, her back facing Ray causing them to grow concerned. Her back had welts and scars from being hit with some sort of instrument. Ray swallowed their rage, looking at Teresa who just smiled without it reaching her eyes.
I can tell what you are already and I don't fùcking like it, Ray thought as they smiled back sheepishly. Ray's boss just grinned, taking a seat and crossing her long legs as Ray sat next to her.
"I'm Teresa. I'll assume you're going to be serving my party. If you do well, I may have a job for you."
"You're always trying to take my people, Teresa."
"You bring the finest. And the cutest. I could use another person. I've got my hands full with personal matters and could use the help." Teresa responded. Ray just stared at the woman's bruised back, her breathing slow and steady as her shoulders slouched forward.
"What's up with her?" Ray asked while nodding toward the woman who didn't even flinch. Teresa smiled, her eyes darting from Ray to Her.
"It's her punishment." Ray didn't respond, pressing their lips together before standing and unboxing their supplies. The two older women watched, Teresa's eyes grazing up and down the stud's body with an impressed smirk.
"Well..have fun. Meet us in the third master room upstairs in two hours. I expect at least ten thousand." She whispered into Ray's ear before walking off with Teresa who just smiled slyly.
Here we go.
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Ray was starting to lose their patience. Everyone ogled and asked them questions that they didn't want to answer. They set a boundary, explaining that they were simply there to distribute and nothing more. Everyone was on top of each other, kissing hungrily as their hands explored each others bodies. Ray just watched, trying their best to keep a straight face as they watched a woman snort coke off of another's breasts.
Freaky ass white people.
"Okay, I'm out." Ray muttered, grabbing their things and packing up. The moans were becoming too much for them, quickly walking from the dark main room and slipping down a Victorian hallway. The stairs creaked, Ray looking around quickly before walking up the carpeted steps.
The upstairs hallway was long, it being large and dark aside from the dim light toward the end of the hall. Ray swallowed hard, gripping their bag and feeling for their gun as they slowly trailed down the hallway.
"Third master door..there's like ten doors...I'm guessing it's the third biggest? Fucking annoying." Ray grumbled quietly. They reached the third master door, it being large with a solid gold frame surrounding it. Ray opened it, the moans loud causing them to nearly gasp, scrambling to keep a straight face.
"Ray.." She moaned looking up at them with eyes full of ecstasy. Teresa pulled back from between Her legs, Ray letting out a breath that they didn't realize they were holding. The bed was large, Ray walking over and placing two stacks of money onto the blood red silk sheets. They tried not to look at her body, their eyes staring up at the ceiling.
"You can look." She panted, smirking as she crawled toward the end of the bed where Ray stood. They watched, her eyes following theirs as she sat up on her knees, removing the rubber band from around the money and starting to count it.
"Here. Extra. You've earned it."
"Thank you, ma'am." Ray responded, Teresa chuckling while gripping her body from behind.
"Such a submissive beauty."
"Aren't they? You can watch if you'd like." She responded while looking back toward Ray, Ray smiling sheepishly as they tried to calm their heart beat.
"I'd rather not. I've got a long way back." Ray uttered while pointing behind their shoulder.
"I'll send you a car."
"I'd rather-"
"Ray. You've already denied my advances once. Don't do it again. I don't like to beg." She gritted, Ray swallowing hard as they nodded.
"Thank you."
Crazy bitch.