Ace Deals Until Dawn (M/f)

[goodgulf]

Ace Deals Until Dawn

Ace sat in his motel room, wondering if it was time to move on. He didn't like using the same room for more than a few days. If he stayed too long then too many people knew where he was dealing from. If that happened then someone would be arrested and offer to trade Ace for a get a out of jail free card.

Not that he dealt pills or powders or anything serious, but weed was still illegal and Ace was moving serious weight.

A knock on the door sent that familiar thrill down his back. Was this a customer or a cop? Or a customer who turn him into the cops?

A quick glance through the peephole answered all those questions. With a sigh, he opened the door.

"Hey Dawn. Get in here before someone sees you."

Dawn did need to be asked twice. Not when weed was involved. She just smiled her smile.

"Hey Ace. Got any weed? Like maybe could I have a nickle bag? Or maybe a dime bag?"

"Dawn, do you remember last month?" Ace asked, actually wondering if she remembered last month.

"Um, when?" Dawn smiled.

"When you came by and asked for some weed on credit?"

"Um, sure, I remember that." Dawn smiled.

"And a couple of weeks before that, you asked for weed on credit. You remember that?"

"Um, sure, I remember that." Dawn said, still smiling.

"And those other times, you bought weed on credit. You remember all those times?"

"Um, sure. I remember that."

Ace sighed again.

"Now this is the hard question. Dawn, do you remember paying me back for any of that stuff I gave you on credit?"

"Um, well..."

"Do you remember giving me any money. Any money at all. Even a dollar? Because I can't remember you paying for all the weed I've given you."

Dawn's smile didn't dim, but she shook her head no.

"Um, maybe just a nickle bag then?"

"Dawn, do you have any money?" Ace asked.

"No." Dawn said, still smiling. "But can I have some weed anyway?"

Ace sighed.

"Dawn honey, have you ever noticed that most have people to pay money to get things?"

"Um, yeah, but I have to ask you something. Can I have some weed? Maybe a dime bag?"

Ace sighed again.

"Am I getting through here? If I was some kind of loan shark, charging you interest, you'd owe me... Fuck, skip the interest. You owe me hundreds. Maybe thousands. Yeah, thousands. You owe me all that cash and you want a dime bag?"

Dawn's smile didn't dim, but she started to twirl a finger in her hair.

"Um, well there's a bed over there. Maybe we could work something out?" Dawn suggested.

"Really Dawn? Do you think it's worth thousands of dollars?"

"Um, well, could I just have a nickle bag then?" Dawn asked.

Ace gave it a bit of thought. Dawn was a nice looking girl and she was usually so stoned that no one paid attention to anything she said. Normally Ace was shy about raising a certain issue, but this time...

"Okay Dawn, here's a deal. It's up to you if you want it."

Ace grabbed baggies, He set up a dime bag, a nickel bag, then another dime bag. Dawn watched with a steady smile on her face.

"Can I have that?" Dawn asked. "Or some of it? Or all of it?"

"Maybe."

"Please?" Dawn smiled.

"Here's the thing." Ace said. "There's this special sexual thing I like to do and..."

"I don't do anal." Dawn said, interrupted. "Not even if it's your birthday."

"It's not that but..."

"And I don't swallow." Dawn said. "I tried once but it was like the guy was peeing down my throat and I choked and gagged and threw up all over the guy and he didn't like that and maybe everyone in high school laughed about it but I still won't try again."

"It's not..."

"And won't sleep with anyone who isn't cute." Dawn continued. "But you're kind of cute I guess."

"Any more rules?" Ace asked.

"Um, yeah. You can't be too big."

"Too big?" Ace asked.

"Yeah. Like, there's this football player on campus." Dawn said, her smiling diming at the memory. "He's really big because he had a gland problem so he's big everywhere and he's at least a foot long. Maybe longer. Like I saw him when he was still getting hard and there's no way I'd let him try to put that in me. I don't care how much weed he has I'll never let him in me. Like I was talking to one girl he'd been with and she said he made her feel like she was 15 again. Ew."

"You've been on campus?" Ace asked.

Dawn's smile brightened again.

"Sure, I'm student there. I've got a dorm room and a roommate only my roommate is really a pothead."

Ace didn't know what was harder to believe. That Dawn was a student or that there was someone who she considered to be a pothead.

"It's not anal and you won't have to swallow and I'm no giant." Ace told her, half wishing that he was lying about that last part. "Why don't I explain things out to you and then you can decide if you want to do it. Okay?"

"Okay, but could I have some weed? Maybe a dime bag?" Dawn asked.

"If you do it, I'll give you all that weed."

"Um, maybe." Dawn giggled. "You're kind of cute."

Ace cleared his throat and decided to go for it.

"What I want to do is a bit of role playing." Ace began.

"Can I play a cleric?"

"Not that type of role playing." Ace said, wondering how Dawn could be a student. Wondering if maybe she had been expelled and been too stoned to notice. "You pretend to be a naughty little girl and I pretend to be your cousin and I spank you. Then we go to the bed."

"There won't be any dice will there?"

"No dice. Just me spanking you and then we fuck."

"Good. Because some of those dice are weird. There's one that looks like a pyramid and I stepped on it and it really hurt my foot." Dawn said, digging her foot into the floor at the memory.

"Dawn, a spanking will hurt too. Have you ever played with spanking?" Ace asked.

"Um, no. I saw this movie once but that was with Sutter but he said he wanted anal after spanking me and I don't do anal." Dawn repeated.

"So you're okay with pretending to be a naughty girl and me spanking you then us fucking?" Ace asked, hoping that she was following the conversation.

"Sure, I can do that." Dawn said with a smile.

"Just to be clear. You're going to act like a naughty girl, and I pretend to be your cousin. I start spanking you. Maybe I take down your jeans, maybe I take down your panties, maybe I use my hand or a belt, but I spank you then we fuck."

"Um, do you have a condom? Cause I always use a condom." Dawn said.

"I've got a condom." Ace told her. "Which I will use after I spank your bum red. Do you have any questions before we start?"

"Just one. Can I have soon weed?"

"Dawn, you know I don't let anyone smoke up in the room with me." Ace said.

"Um, could I have joint and smoke it and then come back?" Dawn asked. "I could even change. I could come back in a skirt or a dress or something."

Ace considered it.

"Why not? What's one joint on top of everything else you owe me?" Ace said.

Dawn produced papers from her purse and was soon licking the joint closed.

"I'll be right back." Dawn said, heading for the door. "I need matches or a lighter. And to change. And come back. For the weed."

"And the spanking." Ace reminded her.

"That too." Dawn said.


Three hours passed. Ace dealt with three customers; high volume ones. Enough money changed hands that Ace began to wonder if his 'no gun' policy was a good one. He transferred most of the cash to the back of his van, replenishing some of his stash of product as he did.

Then he waited, wondering if it was time to move on. A knock on the door sent that familiar thrill down his back. Was this a customer or a cop? Or a customer who turn him into the cops? Or was it the pothead he was waiting for?

Moments later, Dawn was in the room in the room again. She looked a bit buzzed, but she also looked nice in a sundress.

"Hey there cousin." Dawn said with a smile. "It's me, Dawn, and I've been naughty."

"Okay, before we start, what's your full name?" Ace asked.

"It's Dawn Amber Clayton." Dawn said. "Why?"

"So I can call it by it."

"Okay, but I go by Dawn."

"Let's get back to the game." Ace suggested.

"Okay. Um, I've been naughty." Dawn said with a smile. "I've been touching myself and wiping back to front and um, I stole some candy."

"Are you shitting me?" Ace asked.

"No, I've been really naughty." Dawn giggled.

"Are serious?" Ace demanded.

"Yeah, I stole some candy from a baby." Dawn smiled.

"You sound stoned." Ace countered. "Have you been smoking up? Dawn Amber Clayton, are you a pothead?"

"Um, no, I've been naughty?" Dawn offered.

"Dawn Amber Clayton, you're a goddamn pothead." Ace thundered. "Always smoking up. "Fuck, next thing you'll be trading sex for drugs."

"Um, no, um, yes? Wait, I'm confused. Am I still naughty?" Dawn asked.

"You need a good lesson." Ace told her. "You need to be taught not to smoke up."

"I'm confused. What are we doing?" Dawn asked.

Ace grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards him.

"You need a good spanking." Ace declared.

"I'm very confused here." Dawn confessed. "Wait, was that weed laced with something?"

Ace hauled her towards the bed, yanking her dress up as he did. Ace tried to decide if he was delighted or disappointed by what he didn't see.

"You went out in a dress with no panties on?" Ace growled. "Who do you think you are? Paris Hilton? Britney Spears? Dawn Amber Clayton?"

"Wait! What?" Dawn asked in confusion.

Ace didn't pause. He forced Dawn over his knees and brought his palm down hard.

"That's it, isn't it?" Ace demanded.

"What? That hurt!" Dawn protested.

"You're stoned, aren't you?" Ace demanded, landing a pair of hard swats.

"But you gave me the weed!" Dawn yelled.

"I need to spank the weed out of you." Ace told her, bring down his hand again and again. "Next thing you know you'll be selling your body for drugs."

"Hey! Hey! Hey stop!" Dawn demanded. "OW! That frigging hurts! Stop!"

"You know what I think?" Ace said, fumbling at his belt buckle. "I think it's time my belt came off."

"What? What the frig are you talking about?" Dawn said, beginning to struggle. "Let me the frig up!"

Holding her there while wrestling with his belt gave Ace a new definition of awkward. He wrenched his left arm a bit keeping Dawn over his lap, but he held her there. Doubling the belt over, Ace brought it down hard.

"Frig! Frig that hurt! Not the belt!" Dawn demanded. "OW! I changed my mind. OOHH! It's not worth OOW! I changed my mind I changed my OOOWW!"


Matt Richter paused, his hand raised to knock. This was the room but he could tell he was wasting his time. Some freak was taking a belt to some hooker and the hooker was sounding off. In theory he should call it in, but who cared about a hooker? The dealer Matt was looking for had to be long gone.

"Negative on the buy." Matt said. "Either we got the wrong room or the target checked out while we were waiting on the warrant."

A voice in his ear asked him if he was sure about that.

"I'm listening to some working girl with a client. They're making lots of noise. We missed the guy. What the fuck, it was only weed."


Dawn was making plenty of noise. More than enough to cover Ace's anti drug lecture. As he strapped, Ace tried to connect only with her bottom, but his lack of experience meant that the belt kept kissing her thighs. Dawn's protests had shifted into wails and sobs, tears were running down her face, and Ace was rock hard.

Part of him wasn't sure that he would last. Not with the way Dawn was wiggling and squirming on him. Much as he wanted to keep going, Ace decided that while Dawn's bottom could take more he just couldn't risk it.

Flipping Dawn over onto the bed, Ace dropped his jeans and underwear in one fast yank. Then he fumbled with the condom. The package didn't want to rip open and when it did the condom dropped to the floor. Thinking about how bad the cleaning service was in this motel, Ace bit back a curse, reached for a fresh condom, and wrestled with its wrapper . A bit more work and he was ready.

"Bub sob if you sniff didn't want sob me to smoke then... sob why do... sob you sell to me?" Dawn sobbed.

Ace didn't bother answering. He just pulled Dawn's dress up and mounted her. Kneading her breasts through her dress, Ace started to rock and roll. Dawn's tear stained face shifted from pain and confusion to puzzlement and pleasure.

Ace tried to last, but he knew that he finished long before Dawn. His seed contained in his condom, Ace decided that the least he could was to help her out. With his mouth between her legs his hands were on her burning thighs and bottom, the feel of the heat sending him to new heights. As he licked and nuzzled her, he could feel himself stiffening again. Dawn was moaning in a good way when Ace decided that it was a good thing that condoms came in three packs.

"Up for another ride?" Ace asked.

"Huh?"

"That's the spirit." Ace said, shifting positions.

As Ace entered her, Dawn thrust her hips to meet him.

"Oh yes." Dawn sighed. "That's good. But ouch for my bum. Did you have to use that belt?"

"You... I needed it." Ace grunted.

"Feels weird." Dawn grunted. "Hurting and good feel. Hot weird."

"Hot good." Ace countered.


Later, Ace was stunned by Dawn's complaint. Not that she had a complaint, but what she was complaining about.

"You could have taken my dress off." Dawn groused. "Look at this wet spot! Ew! You dropped condoms on the floor. I've to soak this dress. And why were you lecturing? Oh, and can I have some weed?"

"Sure you can." Ace told her. "But you really should try cutting down."

"Why?" Dawn asked, her smile back in place.

"Because weed's bad for you." Ace said with a smile of his own. "I never smoke the stuff. I'm only in it for the cash."

"But you hang at the Pot Eater Cafe." Dawn protested, confusion showing in her voice. "You kick in to the legalise pot fund. You supported Ted when he ran for ran for council."

"That's called customer relations." Ace said. "Shit, if pot was ever legalised I'd go broke."

"But the weed is a good plant." Dawn protested.

"The weed is a profitable plant." Ace countered. "But yeah, you can have some weed."

"That's great." Dawn said.


Watching Dawn washing her dress, Ace felt a stirring. This was the first time he had seen her naked from the back. The shape of her bottom, the colour of her thighs, made her look better than he thought she could. Or maybe it was the knowledge that he had put that colour in her backside. It wasn't the first backside he had belted but this was the first time there hadn't been negotiations. No limits on the number of smacks, no limits on instruments, and no safeword. It had practically been a real discipline spanking. The sort of thing that he dreamt of.

Best of all, Dawn had taken things well. She wasn't calling him a freak or protesting how he had treated her. She was happy about the free weed and okay with the sex. If she wasn't a pothead she might be perfect.

Glancing out the window, Ace found his smile growing.

"Good news. It's sprinkling rain out."

"So?" Dawn called.

"So you don't have to wait for your dress to dry." Ace told her. "No one will notice that's wet."

"Hey, that's right." Dawn said, her smile brightening the room.

She slid her sundress on, then frowned.

"Hey, how do I carry the weed? It's too much to fit in my purse."

"I've got one of those reusable shopping bags in my van. You can have that." Ace offered.

"Thanks." Dawn said, smiling again. "Those are always better than plastic. Hey, have you ever thought about using paper baggies?"

"Nope. My customer like sealed baggies." Ace said.


Leaving with two dimes and a nickle bag, Dawn wondered if maybe she should cut down. She quickly decided that now wasn't the time to think about that. Maybe when the weed was gone, maybe then Dawn might think about cutting back, but until then why worry about it?


Twenty-four hours later, as she was being checked out in the emergency room, Dawn wondered if now was the time to start thinking about that. She also had to explain something.

"Um, no, that wasn't from the attack. See me and my boyfriend, only we aren't, um, exclusive, well we had some fun with a belt and um, hey, it's my head that's hurting so why are you me checking me there?"

Dawn had to acknowledge that she was lucky in several ways. First, it had been fellow students who decided to jack Dawn's monster stash and none of them had guns or had been particularly brutal when they took it. Then there was her getting little more than a bruise when her head crashed into that desk. All those 911 calls about the noise had been wonderful; none of the other students in the dorm had wanted to get involved but all of them called 911. Then there was the police deciding that the stolen stash had belonged to Dawn's roommate. Finally there was the fact that all the drugs were gone so neither girl could be charged with anything.

But getting robbed, that was too depressing to deal with. Any serious thought had to be put off. Dawn asked around a bit at the Pot Eater Cafe, Dawn got a few pity tokes and an address.


A knock on the door sent that familiar thrill down Ace's back. Was this a customer or a cop? Or a customer who turn him into the cops?

A quick glance through the peephole answered all those questions but raised another one: WTF was she doing here?

"Hey Dawn." Ace said as he pulled the girl into the room, shutting the door behind her. "I heard about what happened. Did they catch the guys. Fuck, are those stitches on your head?"

"Hey Ace." Dawn said with her smile beaming full on. "Got any weed? Like maybe could I have a nickle bag? Or maybe a dime bag?"

"Tonight? With your head like that and you probably on pain meds?" Ace said in a shocked voice. "Are you nuts? Even if you had the cash I wouldn't sell you any."

"But I really want to smoke." Dawn said, her smile never dimming.

"Christ. Okay, let me think... Got it."

Ace pulled a new phone from his jacket pocket and dialled a number.

"Hey Wheezer it's me. Of course you didn't recognise the number, I got another new phone. Yeah, it's the price of doing business. Yeah, but back to why I called: you remember that money you owe me? No, I don't need it right now, so I'm going to give you a way to work it off cheep. You know Dawn? Yeah, the one with the smile. You hear that someone jacked her roommate's stash? What? Where would Dawn get that kind of a stash? You know she never has money. Yeah, well, she's got stitches in her head and wants to smoke up so how about I send her to you? You get her comfortable and keep an eye on her tonight and we'll call it even. No, her smile isn't worth that but anything happens to her they'll blame the weed and that will send legalisation back years. Yeah, yeah, okay, thanks."

Ace was putting Dawn into a cab when he noticed the cops. Thinking fast, he decided to ride to Wheezer's place with her.


"Talk about instant karma." Ace told Wheezer. "I'm putting Dawn in a cab when I spot the cops. The cab's pulling away when I see them charging my room. They got the weed and some cash but they didn't get me."

"Right on man." Wheezer said with a smiled. "Maybe it's a sign that we were meant to be together."

"Look Wheezer, don't take this the wrong way, but I'm straight. " Ace said. "I'm more likely to bend my no pothead rule and sleep with Dawn than snuggle with you."

"Your loss." Wheezer said.

Sitting there comfortably stoned, Dawn missed their exchange.

"So you give more thought to branching out? Cause I've got a guy who wants to move some X." Wheezer asked.

"Nah, X is too heavy." Ace told him. "I sell weed and only weed. Even if I get caught I'm not facing heavy time."

Glancing over at her, Ace thought of Dawn. An okay body, a great smile, and she fine with the spanking. If she ever got off the pot she'd be worth going after.


Thought led to action. Ace knew the college schedule well enough to know when Christmas break (also known as the time of low sales) started and it wasn't hard to find out when Dawn had her last exam. All he had to do was ask and she showed him her schedule. Two days after her last exam, Dawn woke from her weed haze to discover that she was in a private rehab clinic. She couldn't remember how she got there, hadn't a clue of who was paying for it, and didn't know that all she had to do was say "I want to sign myself out" and she could leave.

Asking to be let go was different, different in a very specific legal way, than using those magic words. So she stayed and discovered she was on what the staff referred to as the "Christmas Break Special". Most of the other short timers were there because of parents or grandparents, but Dawn couldn't begin to think of anyone in her family who could afford this place.

The mystery of her sponsor lingered to her last day.


On the drive back to her college, Dawn asked: "Um, why did you do it?"

"Because you're too smart and cute to waste your life." Ace told her. "You were frying your mind all the time and no one can go through life stoned. Besides, you're in college. You can do something with your life. I'm not saying to get off weed all together, but you really needed to cut down."

"Um, did you mean that?" Dawn asked. "Do you really think I'm cute?"

"Um, yeah, I do."

A few minutes again, she spoke up again.

"This must have cost you a lot of money." Dawn said.

"Nah, you never paid me for weed so I'm not losing you as a customer."

"That's not what I meant." Dawn said. "That place had trust fund kids. It had to cost a lot."

"They had a Christmas Special."

"Yeah. Sure."

More time passed as they drove down the highway.

"Um, I kind of remember that time you, um, spanked me." Dawn said.

"You do? Are you sure?"

"Yeah I was stoned but not that stoned." Dawn answered.

"If you say so." Ace agreed.

Dawn took a deep breath.

"Um, there's something... Um, I well, I um, well, um, I kind of want to know what a roadside spanking feels like?" Dawn squeaked.

"Huh?" Ace asked.

"I mean um, well, um, I saw a couple of them and um always wondered what one would, you know, feel like." Dawn muttered. "Stopping by the side of the road, getting my buns toasted, having to sit for the rest of the ride with my bum all...."

Dawn's voice trailed off at the end of her sentence.

Ace thought about it.

"Maybe that's something I can help you with." Ace admitted. "But if I do it, you won't get your slacks and panties back afterward. You'll have to ride in only your blouse."

"I can do that." Dawn nodded.

Ace glanced over. He knew she was clean and sober, but her druggy grin was back.

"And it will be real." Ace continued. "No safewords, no limits."

"Um, do you have any condoms?" Dawn asked. "Because I don't. Not on me."

"That I do." Ace answered. "So Dawn Amber Clayton, have you been a good girl on this drive?"

"Oh fuck no." Dawn grinned. "I've been very naughty."

Ace turned on his blinker, looking for a place to pull over, and thanked god that there wasn't much traffic on the road.


Half an hour later, Dawn's roasted buns were resting on a plastic grocery bag that Ace had found on the floor of his backseat. There were still tears in her eyes but her grin was lighting up the car.

They drove for another four hours, talking most of the way. Dawn occasionally asked for her clothes back and pouted when told no, but she didn't insist on them. When they reached Ace's new temporary office (another motel room in a rent by the hour place) he "made" her walk from the car to his room before she could dress. That is, he handed over her clothes and told her to walk to his room before putting them on.

The walk was all of ten feet, but they were thrilling feet.

Once in the room, Dawn's clothes stayed off and they ended up on the bed.


Later, they talked more.

"I've got a rule." Ace told her. "Actually, I've got a lot of them. Following them is how I stay out of jail. But the rule I'm talking is I don't do it with girls on weed. I'm not saying that you have to be clean all the time, just when we're together."

"Would you spank me if I broke that rule?" Dawn asked.

"No, I wouldn't. I wouldn't spank you ever again." Ace told her.

Dawn considered that.

"No smoking when we're together?" Dawn asked.

"Or for five hours before we're together." Ace told her. "Afterwards you can smoke up, but not when we're together."

"That's a long time to go without smoking." Dawn answered.

"Just think how your lungs will thank you." Ace told her. "But if you want, we can make other rules. Stuff you have to follow or I'll spank you."

Dawn shot upright in the bed.

"You'd spank me for not following rules?" Dawn asked in a quivering voice.

"Sure."

"Deal!" Dawn squealed. "Deal, deal, deal!"

Ace smiled, hoping that this was the start of something good. Good or not, he had merchandise to sell and money to launder. A few more profitable years and he might be able to retire. Not many dealers retired, but unlike Ace, most of them sampled their own wares and smoked up their profits.

'Maybe I can even retire around the time Dawn graduates.' Ace pondered, wondering if he was thinking too far ahead.

Goodgulf

[nray999]

I see you have been working on new stuff. The plot twists were very deft and the setup was plausible so good story all around.

[goodgulf]

Thanks for taking the time to comment and say what you liked. The 'trade sex for drugs' is alas all too plausible.

Yes, I'm usually working on new stuff. The shorter stories are the ones that tend to get finished, but I'm working at finishing my longer ones as well.

And proofing. Almost have another story proofed to the point it can be posted.

Goodgulf