by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 85
All it took was one good hit to sizzle my head. “You ready?” I was and I wasn’t. Then he leaned over, “Maybe you don’t understand, this joint ain’t on the house.” He held it up, puffed and blew out. “Now lift up.”
I lifted up my skirt. His eyes dropped like dead-weights. I was wearing a bikini cotton panty, a bit old and not too snug. The band was wrinkled and loose. Mother, though fabulously wealthy, was a notorious spendthrift: penny wise, pound foolish as they say.
I was incredibly sexy and hot for a girl and the dealer couldn’t get enough. “Nice bush you got.” I immediately lowered my skirt in case he had any further ideas. “My panties stay up.”
He said, “You don’t expect me to hand over a whole half ounce for some two second peek?” I didn’t know what to say, so he said it for me, “You better be way stronger than me if you thinks you gonna take this shit outta here.”
I waved a white flag, “I thought we had a deal.” “You don’t have shit. You want this here weed you better get serious.” So I though I’d get girly tough. I crossed my arms and pouted, “I am serious. That’s all you get to see.”
Somehow, it didn’t affect him. He leaned over so I’d better understand, “Lemme explain something sweetheart; you gonna have to take off that shirt and your bra and get on that bed over there in your panties.”
I felt a tear coming on and worked through it, “Why?” He said, “‘Cause I had enough of your bullshit.”
He walked over to the door and bolted the police lock: a steel rod attached to the door and the floor. I’d need more than an algebra book to get it open. Then he walked over to me and took my school books out of my hand. “Let’s go. I ain’t got all day.”
I felt helpless and all alone. I wanted to cry out. I thought I was a big girl. But I was a little girl and way out of my league. “Let’s go.” I looked up, lost and confused….