Just Until It's Gone, Part 4

Just Until It's Gone
by karriejj@hotmail.com

Part 4

The closest head shop was also a music store. I passed by it every day  to
and from work. I pulled out front at 9:30. As I approached the door, a young
attractive woman was approaching the door as well. I opened it and walked in.

"Hi," she said politely, "We're just closing up. Is there something I could
help you find?"

I didn't want to just blurt out that I was looking for a dope pipe, but felt
really embarrassed to tell her what I was looking for. She seemed fairly
clean cut. Her hair was long and straight and she wore light makeup that was
earthy in tone and very appropriate for her look. She wore a torn jeans which
rode low on her hips. Her shirt was purposefully short, and revealed an
interesting tattoo and peircing around her navel. She certainly didn't look
the type to be a pothead.

"Something in music?" she asked.

I hesitated again, unable to really ask. She smiled and picked up on my
uneasiness. "Im going to go ahead and lock the front door, go ahead and
browse over there if you like." she said motioning towards a glass display
cabinet.

I walked slowly in that general direction as she latched the deadbolt and
turned the Open sign to Closed. From behind me I heard the familiar click of
a lighter. I turned around to see her drawing deeply on a Marlboro Light 100.

"You dont mind do you?" refering to her cigarette, "Its been an awfully long
day..." she said, taking a seat on a stool behind the counter.

I reached into my purse and replied, "Not if you don't mind." I held up my
own pack and she nodded as she drew. 

"Please do," she said through a cloud of smoke.

As I lit up, she said, "I wouldn't have taken you for a smoker, don't look
the part..."

I took this as a bit of a challenge and double pumped my cigarette for her. I
too spoke as I exhaled. "Then what I've come here for will be even more
surprising to you..." I tapped my fingers on the display case and pointed to
the various short pipes and water bongs that were under the glass as I
finished my exhale, and then quickly repeated the show for her.

A sign taped to the display case clearly stated that the pipes were intended
for tobacco use only and to those age 18 and older. I giggled as I pictured
an image of some middle aged woman loading a bong with 'tobacco' while she
was playing bridge with the Junior League. "Oh, nice bong Ethell." "Thanks
Marilyn, I prefer smoking my Merits with this.. here, take a hit!"

Her eyebrows raised, showing some interest. She hopped up from her stool and
walked towards me, smiling knowingly. She flicked her growing ashes to the
floor and set her Marlboro Light  on the edge of the case. She reached into
her pocket and removed some keys, and unlocked the display case from behind.

"For you?" she asked.

I nodded as I drew, "Yeah," I replied. "I just lucked into some 'tobacco' and
want to try it the right way."

She smiled and rolled her eyes. "Thats not necessary, you're in safe
company." she said. "So, you've never 'smoked' before?" 

"First time was today," I said unashamed and proud. I felt really at ease
with her. "I tried to make a joint out of a cigarette... it worked but it was
a hastle." I said embarrassed.

She smiled and giggled. "I know the feeling. How was it... when it finally
worked?"

"Never experienced anything quite like it, I must say..." I said remembering
back. I followed her lead and ashed onto the floor. She smiled and picked up
her smoldering cigarette and took a final drag and then dropped it to the
floor, crushing it out.

"So what are we talking about here? Bong? Pipe?" she asked very directly.

"I guess I don't know. Thats why you're the sales person." I said.

"Well, bongs are the way to go. One or two good bowls from a bong and you're
there. Not much wasting. However, their big and pretty obvious... hard to
travel with. Pipes are good enough and easy to conceal, but they're usually
'straight hitters' and the smoke is a bit more harsh. They both work better
than joints." she said. It didn't sound like the normal sales pitch I was
used to in stores.

"Show me what you'd recommend for a beginner..." I said leaning against the
display case. I took a final drag on my cigarette and crushed it under my
feet.

"No problem," she said happily. She reached under the cabinet and pulled out
a long steel cylinder attached to a key ring, and a 14" clear acrylic bong.

"Now with the bong, your 'stuff' goes here," she said pointing to the bowl.
"You fill it up with water up to about here." She pointed to a marked water
line on the side of the bong. "You light the bowl and place your mouth over
the top, like this, and start sucking. The water cools the smoke and the
cooled smoke stays lower, towards the water. When the bowl is all burned out,
or you can't suck anymore, pull the bowl out." she demonstrated the maneuver
and I watched intently, getting strangely aroused.

"When you pull the bowl out, keep sucking and all the smoke will rush into
your lungs in like, 1 second. Its a pretty big rush, and like I said, it
doesn't take but 2 or three hits and your flying high." she said winking at
me.

"Sounds cool," I said. "What about that thing?" I said pointing towards the
steel cylinder.

"This," she started, "is pretty damn cool. Looks like a key chain thingy
doesn't it. Well with a few twists and pulls, walla!" 

She pulled at both ends. One end popped out displaying a bowl, the other end
pulled out to reveal a mouthpiece. She unscrewed it in the middle to reveal
an area where one could 'stash' some of their stuff.

"Very Hi Tech," I said, giggling. "How much for them?" I asked.

"The pipe is $35, bong is $55, so $90 for both," she said.

"Shit," I said digging into my purse."I've only got $45 on me."

"Thats the cheapest bong I have, you could get the pipe..." she offered.

An idea quickly crossed my mind and I interrupted her.

"Would you consider a trade?" I asked batting my eyes at her. I was in dire
need of another cigarette and I lit one up.

"Depends on what you have," she said. I had her curiousity peaked now. I
looked around and then pulled the baggie from the bottom of purse and held it
out to her.

"How about 6 more big buds of this stuff?" I asked. 

She took it from me and inspected the contents and then smelt it.

"Wow, this isn't from around here, very potent stuff. Probably from Hawaii.
Where'd you get it?" she asked.

"It was an accidental gift in a chance meeting, thats about all I can say
about it." I replied. I exhaled towards her and she smiled. "Care to have a
sample?" I asked.

"Mysterious... Interesting. And no, not here," she replied. "But I've got no
plans tonight. If you want, we can do some at my place and we can just hang.
I don't bite... Promise."

"Lets go to my place," I replied. "I dont bite either and thats where the
rest of it is if your interested in the trade."

"Sounds good," she said and placed the bong and pipe in her backpack that sat
behind the counter. "We'll use the bong and if its good, I'll do the trade.
If not, we'll get high and have some fun and you can keep the pipe. Maybe get
the bong at another time. Sound good?"

"Sounds yummy," I said teasingly.

"Let me close up real quick and we'll get going? You driving?" she asked as
she walked into the back room.

"Sure," I called after her. I drew deeply to calm my nerves. I finished my
cigarette while I waited for her. She came out of the back carrying her
backpack. She slung it over her shoulder and came out from around the display
case and we headed towards the door.

"Im Jennifer, by the way." I said extending my hand.

"Karrie," she said shaking my hand. "Nice to meet your acquaintence..."

The End...

Epilogue: So there you have it. Granted, it's only been about two weeks, but
I've been high most of those days and I love it. After smoking that night
with Karrie, I know I kind of over did it the first time. When you do a
little over time, its much more pleasurable. Karrie told me 'everything in
moderation' is OK. Pretty good motto.

I'll never use before work, I've promised myself that and have stuck to it.
But I keep my little pipe in my glove box of the car, and on the way home, I
hit it at least once. On my days off, I find that 2 good sized bong hits a
couple times a day does me just fine.

I'm kind of paranoid about drug testing at work, but tomorrow at work, Im
going to swipe some test kits. Karrie's store sells 'purifying' kits so you
test clean. So I'll do a pre-test to make sure that indeed it's positive, and
then I'll do a post test after I take the substance and see what happens.
She's confident that they work just fine. And then I can keep it in my purse
at all times.

I think I've made a new best friend too. Karrie and I had a great time that
night she came over. She and I smoked quite a bit that night and spent the
whole time laughing and talking, mainly just chilling. Turns out she owns
that store. She apparantly inherited some money that she invested smartly. A
year later she bought the property for a song and started the business. 

She ended up taking 4 of the buds in exchange for the bong, and left me with
the rest. She and I have really clicked, and I think she might have the hots
for me. We always sit very close and she's given me some great massages while
we're high. She is very attractive and if I was to be with another woman, I
think it would be her. She's coming over tonight again and I think I'll make
the first real move. We'll see what happens.

So as I write this, I have about one and a half buds left. I've told myself
that I'm not going to over do it with the pot. I'm sure that I'll just smoke
the rest      Until It's Gone....


***Authors Note: I hope you enjoyed this story. I wrote it incredibly fast,
and its comparably shorter than the others I've done.

If your wondering why my stories have a 'drug theme', its just something that
I enjoy writing about. I find 'dark subjects' such as this can be highly
erotic when done properly, and I hope thats what I've done here. I write from
personal experience, so the things I write about give a true perspective to
those reading my stories.

The idea to insert Karrie into the story didn't come to me until I wrote the
last portion. What a perfect way to tie this story to the rest of them!

As always, your feedback is really important to me. Email me... I need ideas
for the next adventures of Karrie and Jennifer.  karriejj@hotmail.com

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