Undercover Rose
Chapter 82

Copyright© 2013 by carniegirl

The show was really very good for me, as that sort of thing goes. I made several drawings on site and sold even more from stock. I never did get around to the images I had planned to have ready for the show. That was because I spent the time I should have been drawing getting laid instead.

After the show Bobby Joe and his clan headed for home. Since I had no idea Bobby Joe's wife had such control on him, I had already paid for a second night in the motel. That being the case I decided to stay.

One of the sketches I made on sight was of a college girl. She was very young and very cute. So I asked her, "What is there to do in this town after dark?"

"If you don't mind college boys playing around, there is live music at the Barn. If you want something more grown up, there is the Dinner Theater," she replied.

"Oh I'd like to see the zoo animals in their natural habitat," I replied. "So how do I find this barn place?"

"It in an old building downtown. You can't miss it they have a big sign. Don't look for a barn though. It's in an old automobile dealership building. It's been a dance club so long none of the kids know what kind of cars they sold there," she said with a laugh.

"Thanks, I'll give it a try since I'm stuck here another night." After the show I went to dinner then back to the motel. I moved everything that might get damaged or stolen into the room. I hung around watching cable TV until 8:30 then went in search of the Barn.

The sign read Bailey's Barn. Like the college girl had said, it was an old automobile dealership building. Also like she said there was a live band. The band started at 9 PM which was fifteen minutes away after I arrived. While I waited I took a quick tour of the building. I carried a draft beer for ballast. The band was elevated slightly above the showroom floor. The bar was set up in what had been the office area. The two bay repair area was kind of a lounge.

The smell of burning carpets was already heavy in the air. I was kind of amazed that so much regulated pot was on the market so soon. The national pot law had been in effect since a few months before my trip to paradise. In one year the former cigarette manufacturers had found enough legally grown pot to supply the country during the up coming year. There would be no further need for them to import it into the country from Mexico.

Pot was still being imported for the short term but it was no longer smuggled. There were nowhere near the profits for the middleman. The manufactures bought it at a regulated price and sold it at a regulated price. They also paid a huge tax on the product.

Pot was sold two ways. Loose cutting in the smoke shops like pipe tobacco had been. The other way it was sold in a ten pack of pre-made cigarettes. The slogan of one cigarette manufacturer was simply, 'No Stems, No Seeds That You Don't Need, Just a Bad Ass Weed.' Yes there had been some changes while I was away.

I wore a tight tee and a pair of tight jeans, so I was right at home with the younger crowd. The tight tee was cut so low in front that it probably should have been illegal. If I still had the fake boobs, guys would have been hanging all over me. Since it was still obvious I was a female, although I was a slightly older one, the men still came to speak to me.

One of the guys looked to be either a senior or a grad student. "Hi there, I'm Jeff," he suggested.

"Well hello there I'm Rita," I said. I guess old habits do die hard. When I left him and I would leave him, I didn't want to be tracked.

"I would offer to buy you a drink, but you already have one," he said.

"I do indeed," I said.

"How about a smoke do you have one of those," he asked.

"No I don't," I admitted.

"Would you like one?" he asked.

"Sure why not?" I asked as an answer.

"We have to go back into the lounge to smoke," he admitted. "Since they pipe the music back there we won't miss anything."

His cigarette wasn't the size of the ones I had seen advertised on TV. It was short, fat and stubby with a wooden tip. "That's an interesting joint," I said.

"Yeah there are all kinds of manufacturers these days. They have to do things a little different since the big guys can sell cigarettes so cheap. Some of them mix their weed with something else to blend it, some just make a different shaped one. Some even use a different strain of marijuana," he said.

"So what are you some kind of pot expert?" I asked with a laugh.

"Kind of," he admitted. "I'm a grad student in biochemistry."

"I will be damned and I'm smoking your pot. I think I need a chastity belt," I said with a laugh.

"Pot does relax your inhibitions for sure. It relaxes you before you get really high, so you aren't falling down drunk before your panties get slippery and fall off," he said with a laugh.

"So if I sit here and listen I'm going to learn more than I ever wanted to know about weed?" I asked.

"There isn't a lot to know. The hardest thing for the government to understand is that they are going to create a large demand for this shit. They need to learn how to control it on a lot of levels. If they tax it high enough to dampen sales, they will encourage the illegal market. It's going to be a mess for the next few years.

That's not even to mention the number of habitual users who will be driving cars and running dangerous machinery while high. Drug testing failures will go through the roof. All that is in the name of the war against drugs, and of course new revenue stream. Those taxes will be hitting those who can least afford it. It will be a high percentage of their lower income," he said. "I mean a habitual user who makes a hundred thousand dollars will pay the same tax as one who makes ten thousand."

"So it's going to be a 'let them eat pot' moment in the making," I suggested.

"Exactly," he said.

I was mellow enough that I didn't really care about the pot business any longer. I wanted another beer and to dance. Jeff was amicable and I was feeling the effects of the pot. It was a nice mix and one guaranteed to get me laid.

There was a problem with me and sex under the influence. It felt good, but it was much harder to orgasm. Poor Jeff tried everything in the club to get me turned on, but in the end I left before it happened. I had to leave. I was getting high on the second hand smoke as well as the short stubby cigar like joint I had inhaled.

Jeff followed me into the parking lot, "Why don't you follow me to my place. We can have a few more beers and maybe a little more pot?"

"I want to get back to the motel or I'm going to be too high to drive soon," I suggested.

"Then I'll come back with you," he suggested.

"I appreciate the offer but I don't think so," I said.

"You seemed really curious about marijuana and I know all there is to know," he said. "Maybe I could give you a quick lesson."

"You and I both know you want more than to give me a lesson," I said with a laugh.

"You know that knowledge comes with a price," he said.

"I'm not sure I want to pay the price," I said.

"Let me try to convince you," he suggested.

"Okay, just follow behind me," I said. I drove carefully not because he was following, but because I felt the effects of the beer and pot. I frankly didn't care if he made it to the motel or not. Sure I was relaxed, but I really wanted Billy and his dad again.

When I got to the motel, I was almost disappointed to find Jeff pulling in beside me. I didn't even have time to get out of the truck before he was in the parking space beside me.

We went to the pool to sit in the dark and talk. Jeff lit another of the pot cigars. "Here give this one a try," he suggested.

"Where do you get these things," I asked. I had never been a pot smoker and I found it tasted as bad as it smelled. It did make me feel good and relaxed, so I continued to smoke.

"I make them myself," Jeff said. "I buy the rice paper tubes and I have a hand crank machine to make them. It's a blend of Marijuana and some other herbs. Then I fit them in the wooden holders."

"So you don't grow the pot?" I asked.

"No, I know the guys who does though. They don't process it. The sell their pot to a small manufacturer who blends it. He has the secret blending recipe and process. I know it's a little different and not as potent but it taste better and makes for a more mellow high," he said.

"So your stubby cigarette is home made from shit that fell off a truck?" I asked.

"Yeah, something like that," he said.

We passed the stubby joint back and forth for a while, then lit another. I was pretty high when we finished the second one. Jeff leaned over to kiss me by the pool. His kiss seemed very sweet and tender. I enjoyed kissing him. Hell I would have enjoyed kissing a frog at that point.

He broke the kiss after a moment or two then slipped his hand under my tight top. His hands were warm and I responded to him by pressing my chest harder against his hand. It might have been his hand but in my mind it belonged to Bobby Joe.

When he unbuttoned my jeans so that he could slip his hand down to my clit, it was Billy's hand in my mind. "Not here," I said buttoning my jeans. I walked to my room, opened the door, and went inside.

Jeff followed like a puppy. I didn't fault him. I expect most any man would have. I hadn't really refused him, I had simply said not here.

Once inside the room Jeff removed my top with some difficulty since it was overly tight. The jeans gave him an equal amount of trouble. As a contrast I found his clothes fell away under my more expert manipulations.

I was a lot smaller than Jeff and it showed in his approach to me. He seemed to be afraid I would break. I didn't bother setting him straight. I was naked when he kissed me again. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. It was all pretty exciting. He massaged and tweaked my nipples. I felt really good. Most of the post surgery numbness had gone. I was sure there was some reduction of sensations but all in all it was a delightful feeling.

I felt him run his fingers up my arm, then lift and lowered it until my hand was in contact with his penis. I grasped it instinctively. I heard him moan at my touch. That moan encouraged me to stroke him not too gently.

We were both breathing hard as we engaged in some serious foreplay. Jeff was really trying hard to make me lose control but it wasn't happening. I was enjoying it, but I was very much in control of myself.

 
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