The building didn’t appear dangerous, it just wasn’t in the type of neighborhood Grayson frequented. Grayson parked and noticed as he came up to the entrance of the building that the intercom system was busted. The door had been propped open. Grayson walked in already knowing the apartment number he was looking for.
The young man was only there because he’d heard this was the closest place to score some weed off-campus. All the pressure he was getting from his parents about keeping his GPA up had him stressed out and desperate for something to help him calm down. A friend suggested that a little weed would do the trick.
Grayson found the correct apartment and knocked nervously at the door. Loud music from within the apartment blared through the thin walls and reverberated through his skull. A whiff of dark, musky air spilled out as the door opened up a crack.
“Are you Samantha?” Grayson asked.
“Who’s asking?” A girl a little older than Grayson inquired from behind the chain.
“Uh, I was told you might have something for me to buy. Are you who I’m looking for?'” Grayson wasn’t sure if he was more nervous about potentially making his first drug purchase or that the friend who referred him here had mentioned to him that Samantha was a transsexual. He’d never consorted with that type before.
“Come in.” The girl unhooked the chain and swung the door open.
Grayson stepped inside and appraised his new surroundings. Samantha’s place was a mess and it reeked of musty weed and old pizza, the latter he easily accounted for via the scores of old pizza boxes littering the floor. The piles of wrinkled clothing scattered around reinforced Grayson’s impression that the place wasn’t cleaned very often.
Grayson turned his attention to the girl herself. She was tall, full-figured and had her long black hair done up in a messy bun. She wasn’t unpleasant to look at, but it was clear she didn’t put much effort into her appearance. Grayson wondered if his friend had been conning him when he said that she had a dick. He didn’t plan on staying long enough to find out.
“So you’re Samantha?”
“Doesn’t say that on my birth certificate, but yeah.”
“I don’t need much. I, I’ve got money.”
Samantha smirked as she looked Grayson over. She sold to plenty of college kids, but none were as prim and proper as him if his sweater vest and khakis were any indication. She asked herself what he could possibly want weed for. A school project?
His obvious discomfort tickled her interest. “You go to college downtown? What’s your name?”
“Yes, I do. I’m Grayson and I’ve got money.” He reached into his pocket and started to pull out a wad of bills.
“Woah, where’d you get that kind of cash if you’re a student?”
“My, my parents send it to me for school.”
Samantha let out a laugh. “So your parents think you buy books with that money and you’re trying to buy pot with it?”
“I just need a little. I wouldn’t need any if they didn’t stress me out about school so much,” he confessed. He wasn’t sure why he’d told her that.
“I wish my parents stressed me out with cash like that. Last time I saw my mom she was the one begging me for money.”
“I, um, I’m sorry. So do you have anything I can buy?”
“Slow down, college boy. I don’t know you well enough to do business with you. Take a seat and I’ll see what I can do for you.”
Grayson trudged over to the chair closest him, but froze in place, unsure of what to do next when he noticed a pair of panties blocking the cushion. Samantha saw them and chuckled. “Just put those anywhere,” she said. Grayson bent down and knocked the panties off the chair with his sleeve before sitting down.