pandemic sleepover

Chapter 15- The Job

The boys were all put to work at an abandoned dilapidated house that it can been converted into a drug house on the Lower East Side of the city. Their job was to cut the cocaine in to put it into vials for crack and then put in piles so it could be gathered up and sold on the street.
A bag of crack was worth $2,500 and if the boys each filled 3 bags which was really easy they would each make 500 bucks in one day.
The job was OK, not difficult or anything like that and the money was awesome, so good that soon the boys were able to get their own place. They were able to move into a two bedroom apartment ( rent controlled) not too far from work, that just happened to be owned by the guy they work for so they got a sweet deal on the rent. Each of the bedrooms had a set of bed bunk beds, with them going 3 high. They played odds and evens and Eric and Anthony and Dean got one room, Scott and Doug and Derek got another room and Mark got a cot. The boy the boys moved into their new digs with the little possessions that they owned.
together. After dinner, showers were in order and then they all into a deep slumber.
BUZZ BUZZ buzz
The alarm clock in the living room woke the boys up, they came together in the livingroom
After exchanging morning greetings they all grabed themselves a coffee cup and poured themselves a cup of coffee from the coffee maker in the kitchen. They stood there together wearing nothing but t-shirts and white briefs slugging down coffee trying to pull their eyelids apart and shake the cobwebs out of their heads.
After the requisite cups of coffee for each of the boys showered and dressed watching the door behind them to their new home I walk down the hallway and took the elevator to the first floor from theirs 9th floor apartment. The streets had just started to come alive around the neighbourhood the usual Street characters were coming out of the woodwork and the neighbourhood crack dealers had also started to ply their trade. trade. The boys walked calmly down the street and into the boarded up building on avenue A.
They boarded the elevator silently, going up to the 8th floor where the man was waiting for them.
"today guys" the man who called himself Vladimir prokiviv, but everyone just called him as VP because they couldn't pronounce his name correctly said in a thick accent
" you are being promoted to the streets to see how you do, but don't forget i am always watching you"
The man gave each Boy a bag, containing 250 vials of crack cocaine.
" we meet here at 9pm so you can turn in your cash and the unsold crack, you will each be getting a commission of $10 for every vial of crack you sell so if you sell all of them you will have a lot of money at the end of the day that's when the commissions are paid."
The boy smile at each other they were finally going to start making the real money.
The subway uptown to 55th and 9th street on the corner and went to work.
At 7pm the boys had all sold all of the crack they were given their back on me F train returning the money.
vlad, as all the boys and dressed him was very pleased with their work they generated more sales in one day than most of their other dealers had.
Each of the boys was given their daily commission, they were thrilled, of course. None of them had ever seen this much money before.
They went home that night, exhausted but happy. It had been a very profitable day.
The boys all went home to there two rooms happy and content and head of a very good night sleep.
Little did they know what was going to happen the next day.