Nala
I watched Jordan disassemble the pistol she was using. She was supposed to be showing me how to do it but the smirk on her face says she's doing this for fun.
"Jordan," I whined, "Your supposed to be helping me,"
She looked up, "I just showed you how to do it,"
"No you didn't," I said, she sighed and told me to come here. I was standing directly in front of her.
She took my pistol and looked at me with a slight smirk, "Pay attention this time," she said.
She slowly took the gun apart, slow enough for me to understand how to do it.
She put it back together and gave it to me,
"Your turn," she said.
I did everything she did. When I finished I squealed in excitement. She laughed, "Can you shoot?" she asked,
"I don't know," I said,
"That's aight," she said, stepping behind me.
"Don't hold it too close to your face, especially not a shotgun. You'll fuck around and break your nose," she explained.
Her arms wrapped around my waist while she whispered what to do in my ear.
"Don't shoot it yet," she said.
"Why not?" I asked,
"We got somewhere to go," she said.
*
A hour had passed since we arrived at Moriahs house. She was bagging the work while discussing the prices with Jordan. I saw just sitting there, listening to everything they were saying.
"I already showed her how to do it," Moriah said,
"So she knows how to cook it and everything?" Jordan asked,
"Why y'all talking about me in front of me?" I said,
"I didn't know you knew how to make this," Jordan said,
"I learned a little while ago," I said,
"We have to hurry up with the kitchen before my mom gets back," Moriah said.
*
Me and Moriah were making the drugs while Jordan sat back claiming she didn't have to do shit.
We put the work in a duffle bag and went out the door.
Jordan pulled over and looked at both me and Moriah.
"We gon go in here and talk to some people, so be nice," she said before getting out. Moriah walked ahead of us and knocked on the door while Jordan was behind me touching my ass and licking the back of my neck.
We were now on the porch, where Moriah stood with a attitude.
Jordan wasn't paying attention because she was too busy touching on me.
"What's wrong?" I asked,
"Nobody answering the door and it's super hot out here," she said,
Right after she said that the door opened.
Jordan's hands gripped my ass as she placed kisses on my neck.
"Are you Jordan?" a stud with gorgeous hazel eyes asked Moriah. She had a fro with a fresh line up and taper, she was sporting rock revival jeans with the shirt to match and some Jordans.
