Chapter 35: Weed Smoking Wanderer

Over time I became a regular at the dungeon. We actually lived about 30-45 minutes away and when Sara drove to work alone, she would not be able to use the carpool lane. The carpool lane is a special high-speed lane on the freeway designated for vehicles with more than one person. With heavy traffic on the freeway, the 45-minute trip ended up taking an hour and 30.

Sara would find excuses to bring me with her when I was off from work. Most of the time it was handyman style odd jobs. It eventually evolved into something else. I mentioned before that Mistress Caroline's dungeon catered to some fetishes that other places did not. One of those fetishes was consumption.

A long-time client who was a very good tipper would pay extra to be forced to eat terrible things. One of those things was sperm that had been ejaculated into an ice cube tray and frozen. Typically, I provided the sperm days before.

Basically, anytime this guy or another similar client was coming in for a session, Mistress Caroline put in the word to Sara to get me to help out. Suddenly I was allowed to hang out at the dungeon more often.

Some of the other Mistresses at the dungeon found out about Sara's secret weapon having me to provide sperm. As gross as the consumption sessions were, the clients paid extra money and it involved less physical activity, so everyone wanted them. Imagine getting $300 to tell some middle aged overweight white guy to eat cum for an hour.

Many of the Dommes would offer to play with me and do sessions with me for free while I was at the dungeon. Sara was perfectly fine with it too. They would all try to "encourage me" so they could collect my sperm to use for consumption sessions.

"Jordan, can you help me out? The consumption guy is coming in." They always asked me.

"You know my price!" I replied comically.

We would go into one of the playrooms, and I lived my fantasies free of charge. Knowing what was happening with my sperm still makes me gag to this day. Sometimes I worry one of these women defrosted it in their pussy and I have a child out there somewhere I don’t know about.

But being "encouraged to orgasm" regularly, sometimes multiple times in a day, by beautiful women, is something I do miss.

"You know the clients who eat your cum always say it taste like weed. One guy even acted kind of high!" Sara told me.

"Bullshit!" I replied.

"You are saying that shit just to mess with me." I added.

"It's true I swear!" Sara said while laughing.

"Apparently, you smoke that much weed."

There were times when I was not allowed inside the dungeon for various reasons. There were occasionally high-profile clients that demanded complete privacy. Mistress Caroline's husband was also a dick. On those days I had two choices; sitting in the car for hours or exploring the neighborhood. It wasn't the safest neighborhood to be walking around on foot, but I was extremely bored of sitting in the car.

The National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws or NORML for short, had published a list of dispensaries with their addresses on their website. I would look for streets I knew were near the dungeon and check the list for dispensaries. Then I would look up the address on map quest on my phone and plan my adventure.

I would wander Downtown Los Angeles looking for new dispensaries to check out. I took inspiration from Jason exploring New York all by himself.

I thought to myself: "If he can do it, so can I!"

The streets of Downtown Los Angeles were its own jungle. Legalized medical marijuana was the new California gold rush and there were more illegal dispensaries in Los Angeles then there were Starbucks.

All the dispensaries near my house were very expensive and had a shitty selection but the places I discovered in Los Angeles were incredibly affordable and had a buffet of options.

The closest shop to the dungeon was a dispensary called Rampart Medical. I found a coupon on the NORML website. If you bought one ounce of weed you got another one for half price. It was a deal good enough to get my interest.

Rampart was a fifteen minute walk from the Fetish Chamber. It was in an area called the Rampart district, known for having corrupt police. They even made a movie about it. Being the idiot I am I gave a second look at every police vehicle that drove past me as I walked down the cracked and crooked sidewalks on the path to the shop.

I came to a shopping center with with a full parking lot. Somehow I knew I was in the right place. A security guard handling parking noticed me lost in the lot and walked over to me.

"Are you looking for the dispensary?" the security guard asked me.

"Yes!" I said smiling.

"There is an open door over there in the middle of the shopping center." the security guard said while pointing.

"Go in the door and up the stairs. The dispensary is unit 203. The second door on the left." the security guard added.

I found my way to the door and up the stairs. I could smell weed faintly. I was unsure which door was the dispensary once I got upstairs. I walked into unit 203 and a large intimidating man stood in an empty room.

"I think I have the wrong place." I said.

"You are here for the weed, no?" the man said in a thick Russian accent.

"Yes, is it next door?" I asked nervously.

"Let me see your papers!" he demanded.

I was starting to regret this side quest. I handed him my medical marijuana recommendation. He looked it over for a minute.

"Okay, head through the door!" he told me handing me back my paperwork.

The Russian man pointed me to a door at the back of the room. I went through the door and into another sketchy looking room. There was a long counter protected by bullet proof glass and a chainlink fence. I walked up to an open counter with an unoccupied employee.

"What do you want?" another scary Russian asked me.

"I was hoping to get two ounces of your best weed. I saw something online about your Herojuana being a good strain." I told him.

"Good choice." the man replied.

The budtender left for a few minutes. He went into a back room and came back with my weed weighed out.

"That will be $500." he told me.

"I have a coupon I got from NORML. It's buy one ounce get a second ounce for half price." I informed the budtender.

The budtender looked pissed.

"This is old coupon. From years ago." he told me.

"Oh shit. Well it doesn't have an expiration date." I replied.

The budtender was quiet for a minue. He starred me right in the eyes the entire time without blinking.

"Ok since you are new, I will give you deal this one time. Don't bring coupons here again. Understand?" the budtender told me.

"Yes, I am sorry. I did not know." I replied.

I paid for the weed and left quickly. I jogged down the sidewalk back to the dungeon and the car. Sara greeted me at the car.

"How did it go?" Sara asked me.

"They didn't like my coupon." I replied.

"Everyone in there was super Russian. I think it's run by the Russian Mob. They were pretty scarry." I told her.

"I should ask Octavia to go with us next time!" Sara proposed.

A few weeks later I returned to Rampart with backup. Sara and Octavia accompanied me in full Dominatrix uniform. As we walked into the initial room with the man who checked paperwork he approached us right away.

"Only one at a time! Mr. Coupon is back!" the man said laughing to himself.

Octavia stepped forward.

"Chto ty tvorish, pes? Ty byl grub s moimi druz'yami." Octavia shouted at the man in Russian.

The man's face changed immediately. He looked at Octavia and Sara.

"You are Russian?" the man asked.

"Da!" Octavia replied.

"Come in. Come in! Let me get you some free hash cookies." the man said.

Rampart sold some of the best hash cookies I have ever had. They were super potent and only $5 each. They even did mint chip and peanut butter. Octavia quickly made friends with the entire crew. They chatted away while another budtender took my order.

I don't know what Octavia said to them but after Octavia came with us the guys at Rampart treated me like Royalty. They gave me a good discount and free cookies on every visit.

I found another shop in a nicer area nearby on Sunset Blvd. It was called Med Mart. It was very trendy. They always had the newest cannabis products you had never heard of. They had weed pills and THC infused sodas. Being the innovative stoner that I am I used to cut open the weed pills and squeeze the contents on bong rips. It did not taste great, but I swore it got me higher.

My explorations paid off when I discovered a place called Green Bear. It was located under the freeway where two major Los Angeles freeways met, the 110 and the 10.

Green Bear had recently won the best dispensary in Los Angeles award and their signature strain "the Charlie Sheen" was the most in demand weed in town. The results of the competition were featured in High Times Magazine. This made Green Bear famous.

It would easily take 45 minutes just to get through the line at the dispensary. The prices were the cheapest in town and the quality was the best in town. That contributed to the crowds. The line often stretched out the door and around the block. Sometimes if the line got too long the employees handed out pre rolled joints and blunts to the people in line and told everyone to light them up and pass them around.

I even saw a few famous rappers there buying their weed. B Real from Cypress Hill stood right in front of me in line one time. I knew it was him, but I did not want to make a big deal or say anything. I could see the rest of the shop staring at him.

Green Bear of course handed out joints that day. Without really making a big deal about it, technically B Real had to pass it back to me when it was my turn since I was behind him in line. Not everyone can say B Real passed them the joint.

I watched what B Real ended up ordering and frankly I was not too impressed with his choice of weed. I guess we had different tastes.

Chapter 36: The Raven