The Arrangement

[nightblooming]

"How does anyone do this?" I whined. "It's impossible."

"It's not impossible. It's important. It's the most important investment you'll ever make," the college counselor said. "There are other loans, there are grants, workstudy, scholarships...."

"I know!" I interrupted her. I was losing it. I could feel that I was about to break down and start crying. "I've applied and applied and applied, but everyone's going after the same scholarships, so unless I'm a one legged Ecuadoran alpaca farmer who wants to study astronomy, I'm shit out of luck. I'm working my ass off just to pay rent, I don't sleep, I don't go out, I barely have time to study, and I don't have ten thousand dollars laying around to pay for this semester."

"OK," she said, her voice starting to show her frustration. It was that time of year, and I knew I was one of thousands of students who needed help paying for college. She had to be getting sick of it. "Just calm down."

I nodded, taking deep breaths, trying to keep it together. "What am I supposed to do?"

She sighed and stood up. She walked around the desk and went behind me and closed the door. The office was suddenly very quiet, except for my breathing.

"You use what you've got, you silly thing," she said. "You're a beautiful young woman, and if you had half a brain, you'd have figured this out by now." She went back behind her desk and took out a phone. She snapped a pic of me.

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"Now, tuition, rent, books, let's call it fifty thousand. What do you think about a thousand dollars a weekend?"

I stared. "Yeah. That would be cool."

"Perfect."

She tapped on the screen a few times and then slid the phone over to me. It was a website called the arrangement. It was immediately clear that I would be spending my weekends as a rich man's companion, but the money was too good to resist. I would have time to study, I wouldn't have to work during the week, and who knows what it might lead to.

I entered my information and posted an ad.

"Feel better?"

"Yes," I smiled at her, blushing a little. As I walked out of her office, I started to laugh. I had just been pimped out by my college.

((Please PM. I'm looking for someone with ideas about where they want this to go and who they will be.))

 

[The_J0k3R]

It’s been about ten years since I graduated college with a degree in botany science. A lot of my old friends had made fun of my choice in studies, at first, until I had shown them the literal fruits of my labors: some of the highest grade, beautiful marijuana buds to ever grace the countertops of the local medical co-ops.


Full legalization in California allowed me to significantly expand my growing operation in the last year. The greenhouse was state-of-the-art, with computerized sensors monitoring every aspect of the process. Of course, I had a very hands-on approach to ensure that the quality of my product was top-notch.


Unfortunately, my dedication to my craft, and to the many people that I was able to help with my product, left me with precious little time to pursue certain more… carnal pleasures that were missing in my life. A friend suggested a certain website. I checked it out, and was hesitant, to say the least. There was no denying that this was a barely-legal form of prostitution. And the last thing I needed was my business being connected in any way to that.


But still, I perused the girls. I found myself repeatedly drawn back to a certain girl. A busty blonde, in a library. There was just something about her eyes.


I signed up. I had wasted too many nights looking for love in bars or online. Maybe this wouldn’t be love, but at the very least, it would be nice to have a hot young woman to spend some time with. Once my account was authorized (they did a full background check!), I was allowed to request a meeting with her.


Which is how I found myself here, at this little hole-in-the-wall coffee shop downtown. I wasn’t sure what to expect at all… but I had the cash ready for her, if it came to that.

 

[nightblooming]

The ad had been up for several days, and I was starting to worry. Not that there hadn't been any responses. On the contrary, there had been plenty, but as I texted with the various men who had expressed an interest, one thing became plain: none of them were going to help me out. Whether it was the guy who suggested that I could save money on rent by living in a cell in his attic, or the ones who had elaborate reasons why their payment would be delayed, they ranged from devious to deviant to downright scary.

Finally, one guy contacted me who just seemed like a human being. He was a botanist in his thirties, and he seemed to be real. He didn't launch into a discussion of his sexual preferences, or negotiations. He just said that he was interested, and wanted to meet, just to see if there was a connection. A lot of guys had wanted to meet, but they all wanted me to come to their house or some hotel. This guy wanted to meet at a coffee shop.

It had a reputation for being a kind of stoner's paradise, so I went casual, wearing tight jeans that showed off my butt and legs, and a black tank top that showed plenty of cleavage, and the red lace edge of my bra. I wore a matching thong, just in case, and as I rode the bus downtown to meet this guy, I found myself thinking it was funny that I wasn't sure if I should treat this like a date or a job interview.

I walked in and looked around the place. It was funky and eclectic, and it took me a second before I saw him. I smiled as I walked over to him.

"I'm Jasmine," I said. "You must be user2745."

 

[The_J0k3R]

I was sitting at a table near the front window, facing the front door, nursing my (black) coffee, and scrolling through automated reports from the greenhouse on my iPad. I caught the long blonde hair at the edge of my vision when she walked in, and we both locked eyes with each other at the same time. The pictures on her page didn’t remotely do her justice.


I stood up as she approached, and smiled softly back at her. “Call me Tommy,” I said, offering my hand. “Can I get you a drink?” There was no line at the counter; her timing was accidentally perfect.


My eyes were easily drawn to her impressive cleavage, that was for sure. It had been so long since I’d been on any kind of social outing remotely resembling a date, I felt almost like a high school nerd again, stumbling, bumbling, nervous, giddy. Apparently, having money didn’t necessarily make you a smooth operator.


I blinked and refocused on her pretty face. “Eh, sorry…” I stammered, well aware I had been caught with my eyes down her top! Quick, change the subject, right? “So, uh, what are you studying in college?”


I nearly smacked myself. So. Lame.

 

[nightblooming]

"Hi, Tommy," I said, putting my hand in his and giving him the world's least sexy handshake. I winced a bit, thinking I would have to work on that, but he didn't seem to notice. I smiled and thanked the gods for giving me tits and low cut tops. I turned to the counter, and was about to refuse when I remembered this is a guy who wants to spend his money on me. "Maybe a cafe au lait?"

I watched as he went to the counter, and found myself thinking he didn't look like a sugar daddy. I suppose I had been imagining some old man with a top hat and a monocle, but I was probably about a hundred years too late for that. He didn't look like a scientist either, but I guess he wouldn't wear a lab coat on a date. Still, for a guy in his thirties, he seemed really casual.

When he came back with the drink, there was a terrible moment where he was looking at me, and his face was doing the now-what dance that guys do when they're trying to play it cool. It was sort of a relief, thinking that he probably didn't have any more experience with this kind of thing than I did. On the other hand, if he had been more experienced, maybe it wouldn't have been so awkward.

By the time he pulled his eyes up to my face for the third time, I was smiling. I was about to take the burden off of him and try to think of something to say when he asked me what my major was. I caught his wince.

"Art History and Criminal Justice," I said. I had answered the question enough times to know what the follow up was, so I thought I'd save him the trouble. "Yes, I'm serious. I read this book about a detective investigating art thieves and I guess I thought that would be the coolest job in the world. What about you, your profile said you were a botanist and an entrepreneur, but I have no idea what that actually means as far as, what do you do?"

 

[The_J0k3R]

“A detective investigating art thieves, huh? Sounds kinda fun.” I smirked, recalling a movie I hadn’t seen in years. “Kinda reminds me of the Thomas Crown Affair. Did you ever see that? I loved that movie.”


I ran a hand through my longish, wavy brown hair, and gazed across the small table at her, considering her query into my line of work. My deep brown eyes locked with hers. “Well, let me show you,” I said. “I believe they carry some of my goods here.” I stood up and bid her to follow me to the back of the shop. This coffee shop was modeled after the shops in Amsterdam; that is, in addition to coffee, they also sold marijuana.


There was a counter in the back where numerous strains of bud were displayed under the glass. Across the top shelf were the highest grade buds. I had let my nerd flag fly a bit when naming the different varieties: one was “Skywalker”, another “Vader”, “Solo”, and “Organa”.


I tucked a curl behind an ear as I bent over towards the glass. “That’s what I grow,” I explained simply. I looked over at her with a glint in my eye. “Would you like to try some?” I asked.

 

[nightblooming]

She stared at the jars on the shelf, her lips parted in surprise.

"You grow pot?" she said, and then shook her head. Captain Obvious in the house. "Of course you do." Her brow narrowed in thought. Pot was legal now, but there were still plenty of people who frowned on it. Especially in law enforcement. He had probably been growing for a long time before it became legal, too. She wondered for a second if she should call it quits before she got into something sketchy. Then she realized, just being here was sketchy. Even though she wasn't technically breaking any laws, she knew most cops saw what she was doing as straight up prostitution, with a legal loophole, that lasted until someone talking about sex for money. She laughed.

"Jesus, we're a pair, aren't we?" she said, smiling at him. He was cute, in a way, with his deep brown eyes and his sweetly messy long hair. "Yeah, why not? Let's get high."

 

[The_J0k3R]

I had to smirk a bit as she came to the realization that my line of work might not have always been fully legal. But, her agreement was a good sign. I found myself liking her already. She was certainly easy on the eyes.


“Well, let’s finish our coffee,” I suggested, “and then we can take a drive. The stuff is legal to have but the boys in blue still frown upon public consumption,” I said. I wasn’t sure how much she knew about the drug’s legal framework.


We sat back down at our table, and I took a sip off my coffee. “So, do you still live on campus? In the dorms, I mean?” I asked her. I was curious what her life was like. It had been a while since I had been in college, and I wasn’t sure how much things had changed since then.

 

[nightblooming]

I hesitated, and then followed him back to the table, thinking. I sat across from him and sipped my coffee. This was supposed to be a simple meet, so we could both lay eyes on each other, so he could decide if he wanted to go forward. On the other hand, I didn't want to come across as too by the letter, or he would decide not to.

"I live in an apartment off Spring Street," I say, referring to an area of old working class houses that had been subdivided into cheap apartments, full of students and the poorest of the poor. "It was supposed to be cheaper than the dorms. I'm not really sure it makes that much difference, but I have my own bathroom."

I looked at him closely. He seemed like a decent guy. Surely he would understand.

"I'd love to take a ride with you," I said slowly. Then I leaned closer. I knew I was giving him a nice look at a deep valley of cleavage. "Should we, um, get our business out of the way before I get too stoned to think straight?"

 

[The_J0k3R]

I nodded. I knew that neighborhood well enough. “That was party central back in the day,” I said, and then had to chuckle at myself. Did I really just say back in the day? “I used to live in that neighborhood when I was in school there,” I told her.


She was agreeing to go for a drive. I raised an eyebrow when she asked about our “business.” I wasn’t sure what she meant, but then my eyes lingered in her lovely cleavage and realization dawned on me.


I have to admit I blushed at that, and then shook my head. I looked up at her eyes. “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but I’m not necessarily in a big hurry. I mean, unless you really want to, like right away, but I was under the impression that all I would be paying for was your time.”


I leaned forward towards her so I could speak softly. “I like you. And I’d like to try this out for the weekend. See if we… fit.”

 

[nightblooming]

He said he thought he was only paying for my time, and I nodded in agreement, a little confused. What had he thought I was talking about? Then it hit me, and I blushed even redder than he was. Had he thought I was suggesting we were going to go and do it right now?

"No, I didn't mean...," I stammered, embarrassed. For a fraction of a second, there was outrage, how dare he? What kind of girl did he think I was? But the answer was too easy. He thought I was the kind of girl who sold herself for money. I was. Sure, there was nothing on the site or my profile that explicitly said sex, but that was just a legal wiggle. Nobody was going to pay a thousand bucks to spend a weekend with a girl and not expect to get some.

"I like you, too," I said, still blushing. I pressed my hand to my forehead and closed my eyes to regroup. "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at this. All I was saying was, it seemed like we were kind of moving from 'do we want to hang out?' to 'let's hang out,' and...." I stopped. He didn't really want to hear about my money problems, he wanted someone fun to hang out with. "Yeah. Try it for the weekend. I just wanted to get the business part out of the way so we can just, you know, get high and go with the flow."

 

[The_J0k3R]

“Well then, I, uhh… guess we got a deal?” I said. I had to chuckle a bit. “I’m not very good at this either,” I said. “It’s kinda my first time doing something like this…”


I finished my coffee, but I was definitely ready for something to take the edge off. I realized I was nervous as hell. My foot was tapping the floor under the table. I willed it to stop. I was gripped with the realization that I had the whole weekend to spend with this gorgeous, buxom blonde, and no idea what to do! I mean, it wasn’t like we were just going to fuck the whole time, right?


My cock throbbed a bit at the thought. I smirked. I saw that her coffee was almost finished. “You ready to go?” I asked.

 

[nightblooming]

"Sure," I said, and drank the last swallow of my coffee. I smiled at him, shyly, and hoped that we would both be a little less nervous soon. I hadn't really thought through what I would say, and I was realizing just how unsure of myself I was in this situation.

"It's my first time, too," I said, shrugging as we stood up and made for the door. "If that wasn't clear already. So do you want to do a bank transfer or credit card? The site is set up for whatever." I went out ahead of him, wondering if he was checking out my ass. I looked around the parking lot, wondering which car was his. Then I froze.

"Um... You know what?" I said, shaking my head again. "I'm an idiot. I didn't really think we were going to... you know... do this, now. So, um, I didn't bring anything but what I've got on. I don't know what you like, really, or if you had any plans or whatever."

 

[The_J0k3R]

I nodded as we headed outside, and I led her towards my car. One of my secrets to having grown my wealth, aside from the business plan, was to live frugally. I didn’t shell out much money on luxury crap at all. We came to a stop at my pick-up truck, a slightly older Silverado.

In my business, I had learned long ago that extravagance made me an easy target. Not so much anymore, with legality easing the prior restrictions, but still I clung to my old ways.

“Well, we could do a transfer… or I could just pay you cash?” I suggested, opening the passenger door to the pick-up for her. “That way the web site doesn’t take a cut, right?”

“And I don’t really have any plans… but don’t worry. As far as I’m concerned, I’ll cover any and all additional expenses while we are together. Sound good?” I asked, as I got in the truck on the driver side.

 

[nightblooming]

"Uh, cash works," I said. Did he have a thousand in cash with him? I looked at his truck and smiled. I wasn't sure what I had been expecting, a luxury car or a pimpmobile or something with a little more swagger, but the truck fit the man nicely. After all, when all was said and done, he was a farmer.

"That all sounds great," I said, climbing into the truck. I crossed my fingers, hoping Tommy was what he seemed. I liked him, I realized, and if I didn't need the money... I would still be going with him. I smiled at that realization.

 

[The_J0k3R]

“Good,” Tommy replied as he keyed the ignition. He gave her a little smirk. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He leaned over and hit the button on the glove box, making it fall open in front of her. Inside was a manila envelope and a box of cigarettes.

Tommy was well aware of the contents of each: the envelope contained the thousand dollars, with a few hundred dollar bills and the rest in twenties, while the cigarette box contained a dozen pre-rolled marijuana joints.

“Those are both for you,” he said, nodding towards the items before backing the truck out of the parking spot and pulling out onto the road, driving off towards the freeway.

 

[nightblooming]

I open the envelope and close it again quickly. I don't want to count it in front of you, and it's clearly a lot. I fold it double and slip it into my purse. Then I look at the pack of cigarettes, curiously. I don't smoke, and I don't think I said anything on my ad to suggest that I do, so I open the package with a puzzled expression. Then I laugh. Of course. I look at you.

"Thanks," I say, smiling.

As you drive off, I take one of the joints out and put it between my lips. I push the lighter in and as I wait for it to pop, I inhale gently, smelling the pot. It smells powerful. When the lighter pops out, I light it.

I just take a few little puffs to get it going, but even that is enough to make me feel a little lightheaded. I take a few more, coughing a little, and as soon as we're on the freeway, I hand it to you.

 

[The_J0k3R]

I glanced over at Jasmine after I had gotten up to speed on the freeway, smiling softly as I took the smoking joint from her and brought it to my own lips, taking a deep drag and filling my lungs with the sticky-sweet, potent smoke, before handing it back to her.

I was starting to relax. I cracked the window to let the smoke dissipate. I turned on the radio; I tended to keep it on the local “independent community radio” station, mostly because you never knew what you would hear but it was almost always guaranteed to be more interesting than the commercial classic rock or top forty stations.

I took another puff off the joint when Jasmine handed it back. The stuff was strong, so it was easy to get a good buzz on, but I knew I didn’t need to get totally blazed while driving. “You finish it,” I suggested.

The song ended, and the DJ cut to a run-down of some shows that were going on around town that evening. My eyes lit up as one particular band was announced, The Guardians.

“Oh my god! I had no idea they were playing tonight!” I said, getting a bit more excited than I might normally get. I looked over at her. “Wanna go to a concert tonight?” I asked her.

 

[nightblooming]

I took a few more puffs before I put it out. I was already too high to think straight. I just watched the city rolling by as we drove down the freeway. I opened the box and put the half smoked joint back in with the rest. I watched the cars ahead of us and prayed that you weren't as high as I was. But you grew the stuff, I could only assume you knew your limits.

I'm not sure what started me laughing. Maybe your excitement about the band, maybe the fact that you were asking me what I wanted to do when you had just paid me a thousand bucks to spend the weekend with you. Maybe I was just laughing that I was taking money from a drug dealer for my"company." Whatever it was, once it started, I couldn't stop til halfway through the next song.

"Yeah," I said. "I'd love to go to a concert. Whatever you want to do is ok with me."

 

[The_J0k3R]

Your laughter was contagious. I found myself chuckling along with you as I drove, and nodded with a smile as you agree to the concert. I get off the highway and start heading across town, towards the bar district; it's late afternoon, and we have a few hours before the concert. I find a place to park the car near the venue. I buy us tickets, thankful the show hadn't sold out.

I'm getting more comfortable with you. As we walk away from the concert venue, my hand brushes yours, our fingers intertwine, and it feels perfectly natural. Just looking at us, we seemed like a perfectly normal couple. No one would have a clue that I was a drug-dealer and you were a high-priced callgirl.

I look over at you and smirk, thinking that I certainly wouldn't mind seeing you dressed up like a hooker! We duck into another bar, a brewpub of sorts. "Best burgers in town," I assure you. "Best beer, too."

 

[nightblooming]

I was a bit surprised that you headed straight to the neighborhood where the show was, but also kind of relieved. I liked that it made the whole thing seem more like a regular date than - well, than what it was. I looked at you, and leaned over in the seat to whisper.

"Holy shit, I'm not going to be able to say shit when people call me a whore," I say, and then I burst out laughing again. Then we get out. You buy tickets, and we start walking. Somehow you wound up holding my hand, and it's such a strangely sweet gesture that I am about one kind word from bursting into tears.

Luckily, the next words out of your mouth are about burgers, though the look you give me makes me think you might be thinking about a different appetite. I blush a little, but as soon as the smell of the place hits me, I realize I have the munchies, bad.

"I do love a tasty burger," I say.

 

[The_J0k3R]

"Me too," I tell you. We found a cozy booth in the back. The place was all dark wood and hazy lamps. I placed my hand on your thigh as we look through the menu, and I order us a bucket of beers to share when the waitress comes around.

"Can I tell you something?" I said, leaning in close to you. "I haven't even been on a date in, I don't know, years, I guess. Is this a date? I'm not sure how this works," I said, chuckling a bit, and giving your thigh a squeeze. It was actually kind of a relief to have given you the money, to know that I got to enjoy your company for a while. And to know, with a very high degree of certainty, that our nights together would culminate in erotic fashion, instilled a bit of confidence I had never known before on a date.

 

[nightblooming]

I shrug, more interested in the variety of burgers they have than in what you're saying. Until you finish, and it occurs to me that you've just laid yourself bare to me. I look up at you, stoned and smiling. I shake my head.

"We can call this a date," I say. "I know people get all weird about calling shit what it is, but you know, if a guy's buying me dinner and he's not my dad, I call it a date. And if it ends up with his cock in my mouth, I call it.... Oh my god, did I just say that?" My eyes open wide, forming two perfect Os, and my mouth a third.

"I'm so sorry," I say, blushing fiercely. I can't look you in the eye. "When I get high I kind of lose my filter."

 

[The_J0k3R]

"I think I like you without the filter," I said. It was almost too easy to turn mine off as well. "And I'm definitely looking forward to that part of our date!" I give your thigh a firm squeeze, leaving my hand there, my fingers lingering inwards.

We ordered our burgers, drank our beers, ate our food, and a while later arrived at the concert with a very pleasant buzz going. I'm enjoying your company more and more. We find ourselves in the middle of the crowd, on the floor, near the stage when the band comes out.

It's funky, soulful, southern-fried blues. The band really jams it out, too. It's easy to move to. I can't keep my hands off you... except to fire up another joint, after a couple songs, and hand it to you after taking a deep, long hit.

 

[nightblooming]

She blushed when he said he was looking forward to that part of the date, but he was cool about it. A moment later, she was laughing about it. After all, she had known she was pretty much accepting his cock when she accepted the date, and then there was food. She wasn't sure if it was just how stoned she was, but they were the best burgers she could ever remember eating.

Then, full, stoned and with a nice beer buzz, she could have gone to sleep. Instead, Tommy insisted on dragging her to aclub. That's right, she thought. The band. They went in, and he pulled her up to the front to dance. The music was good, but she wasn't really in the mood. still, it was his time, so she started dancing.

It felt good. Just moving, letting the music carry her thoughts away. They smoked a little more, and the heaviness left. She felt nice, high as fuck, but wrapped up in the music and Tommy's hands were all over her, touching her, claiming her. It felt good, better than it should feel from a guy who was paying her to be there. She leaned into him, grinding against him, and she couldn't wait for the band to finish. She wanted to be dancing with him, but she wanted to be doing it naked in a bed.

She looked back. Had she just said that out loud? He wasn't reacting. She didn't feel like she had spoken. She giggled, relieved.