One Thing Leads to Another: The Head Shop
Date: 10/9/2016, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Ass to mouth, Blackmail, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Drug, Straight Sex, Hardcore, Teen, Non-consensual sex, Reluctance, Teen, Group Sex, Author: donkeepuncher, Source: sexstories.com
"I'm so sick of smoking out of cans, Maria." "It's not that bad... Here, you go first." "I know but it's just that I feel like I get so much higher when we smoke out of Jeff's bongs," Christine sighed. "You want to go to Jeff's house? I thought you hated him." "No, I do hate him. I mean we should get a bong for ourselves. I have like eighty bucks on me." "I have about eighty too... You want to go get a sweet glass piece?" "I think I want to go get a sweet glass piece Maria," Christine grinned in agreement. "Let's go to the High Roller down by the beach. I heard it's not that expensive." "lets go, ho." Christine put her blond hair in a loose ponytail and followed Maria to her car. Christine switched the radio to some hip hop station while Maria backed out of the driveway. "Should we get a big one?" Christine asked. "We have to get one that we can hide easy. My dad will fucking shit if he finds it," Maria said. "I know, my parents would freak too." The girls arrived at the head shop and drove around for a while until they found a place to park on the busy beach street. They walked up to the front door and saw a sign that said closed. "What the fuck? It says they open at 11, it's 11:50. Fucking stoners, I swear..." Christine fumed. "Maybe they just forgot to open? Let's go walk on the beach and check later." "Fuck that, I'm not leaving until we get a bong Maria." Maria tried the door but it was locked. Christine, frustrated, knocked loudly on the glass door but with no luck. ... The girls were about to give up when Maria pulled her phone out and dialed the number etched on the door. "High Roller," A gruff voice answered after what seemed like ten rings. "Hi, um we would like to buy a piece but your door is locked." "Huh? Oh shit, I'm sorry, was that you knocking? I thought that was someone next door, my bad, I'll be right out." "Oh okay, thanks," Maria said then hung up her phone. "What did he say?" "I think he was asleep or something. He's going to let us in." "Wow." The girls saw a young tall tattooed man without a shirt emerge from the back of the store. He made his way to the front door and let them in. "Sorry about that ladies, lost track of time there. If you buy a water pipe over sixty bucks I'll throw in a free grinder. Let me know if you see anything you like," Mike, the tattooed clerk, said. "Will do." The air inside the High Roller was thick with incense smoke that was barley covering the smell of marijuana. The walls were covered with posters and shelves upon shelves of glass bongs of all sizes and colors. The floor was cluttered with racks of shirts with every band imaginable featured on the front. Toward the back corner of the store was a small room with a beaded curtain for a door; the sign above it warned the customers that it was for adults only. "Dude, they have porn..." Christine whispered to Maria. "I'm not going in there, he'll totally think we're all horny." "I'm just going to look real quick." Maria rolled her eyes and made her ...