It’s been 5 months since I paid off my luxury condo with a view of the New York City skyline.
2 months ago, I sent my parents on a month long vacation to Jamaica on my “lottery winnings”.
Last week, I hired a personal assistant who runs my errands, pays my bills, walks my dog, and sends slutty texts on my behalf to my lovers when I’m busy.
Before you assume that I’m a lazy pyramid scheme running, escort just know that I believe I have helped people control their substance abuse.
My rise to wealth started 3 years ago, as a prank. I decided to get my coworker/bestie, Nancy, high to loosen her up at the company’s holiday party. After all the financial reports she organized and presented to our VPs; she deserved to have some fun. So, after her small chat with her office crush turned sour I walked her to the restroom. Awkward discomfort showed in her doe-like eyes. Hoping to ease the pain, I reached into my clutch with my index-finger and thumb to revel a tiny clear vial with a black cap filled with (pause) let’s call it a white powdery substance.
“I don’t know about this…”Nancy nodded.
Disregarding her comment I poured the substance onto the scoop part of my pinky finger nail. I could only base my actions on what I’ve seen on TV.
“Can I get in on that?”
A familiar voice requests from a distance about 3 stalls away.
Nancy tilts her head while extending her neck to see over my shoulder and I turn slightly to see where the request is coming from.
I hesitated. “…get in on this?” I replied like an amateur.
The last stall door swung open revealing my director, Janis. Her sultry and intrigued eyes held gaze with me as her foot steps got louder when she came closer to us.
“I really need to get through this dull night” Janis said suavely when she reached our standing point of the bathroom.
I passed her the vial and she sprinkled a tiny hit onto the back of her left hand. We watched in awe as she brought her diamond dressed wrist closer to her face, held her right nostril closed with her right hand and vacuumed the dust up her left nostril.
“Ahhhhh” Janis sighed and fluttered her lashes ” Come have a drink with me before you girls leave”.
Janis checked her reflection, pinched her nose to grab the white excess and rubbed her fingers together until the powder disintegrated. Her slim figure swiftly glided out of the bathroom along with the taps of her four inch high pumps.
“Your turn” I gestured the vial at Nancy for her to give me her hand.
Reluctantly, she followed Janis’ same steps, but her attempt to be suave turned to uncontrollable flinching and coughing.
“This better make me a rich bitch like Janis too” Nancy coughed.
I followed suit and couldn’t help to cough, flinch, and flicker my eyes as well. I was shocked by the sense of clarity my mind felt 10 minutes later. I couldn’t believe I cooked up a potion that had this effect.
Seeing it as a networking opportunity, we made our way to the corner of the bar Janis was standing at and chatting up one of the hottest guys from the office. My mental plan was to chat and have a few shots with Janis before the night ended.
“…there you ladies are,” Janis smiled ” I was just telling Adam about how much fun you two ladies are.”
Without hesitation, “Would you ladies care to share?” Adam asked in a flirty charismatic tone.
The glisten in his eyes seduced my soul, but I played nonchalant.
I swung my hand forward “It’s so nice to meet you,” I smiled “I think I’ve seen you around before” We shook hands with the vial transferring from my hand to his. He grinned then walked away.
Nancy got the sense of courage she needed at the party. We effortlessly chatted up a few VPs and laughed about our night on the way home. I felt like a proud mom watching my girl passed out on my couch.
Next workday, my list of besties in the office had grown. Janis seemed to spread the word about me. VPs, Directors, and even the CEO knew my name not only because of my hard work in the office, but also for my overnight sensation of a side hustle. They assumed I worked for a man, but I was my own boss.
I had weekly private meetings with the CEO to discuss deliveries.
“Stella, your boss makes an amazing hit!” he spoke in a low tone while shaking my hand “Last batch caused me to wake up not knowing where the f@#k I was” he chuckled.
People in the office hate me for my popularity. I, of course, love the attention.
I’ve heard whispers from random coworkers as I walk by “…it’s like she’s got some kind of hold on them”.
Many don’t know why management plays favorites with me. It’s a simple formula: 3 parts baking soda, 1 part crushed baby aspirin. Harmless fun combined with legal substances. I’m not hurting anyone just fulfilling a demand.
