The Arrangement (unenhanced Edition) by AnnaRCase (beautiful books to read .txt) 📗

Chapter 9- You wanna taste the rainbow?

The head Goddess of the floor brought Amberleigh some ice and told her to go get cleaned up. That was certainly gonna leave a mark, and her face was still tender from that fucker Tio. At least Ebony had called a truce of sorts and slide down to the ground to check on her friend. She assured the other girl she was fine, and promised she would be back to the floor soon. She refused to let something like a busted lip knock her ass out the game.

                She took thirty minutes to ice up her face and then touch up her makeup before she was back out in all her glory. She got down to business doing moves horny pervs fantasized about the night after they took their kids to the circus. But here at this circus, perverts were welcomed and encouraged. Within reason anyway. Amberleigh heard rumors the club had underage workers, had seen some teenagers here and there, but didn’t want to believe the place, which had been so good to her was selling children for sex. That stuff was kept hush hush around here and she didn’t want to know about it. Out of sight out of mind.

She hoped those dark rumors weren’t true, but she knew they probably were. It sickened her by the mere thought. Amberleigh had been molested by one of her mother’s drugged out boyfriends before the state removed her from her mother’s custody. That was after a file as thick as a dictionary with complaints of abuse and neglect against Krystal Dupree, and her second overdose witnessed by her six-year-old daughter.

 The first time Amberleigh had just called the paramedics to save her mother’s life, the second time she had did as her mother had instructed her and shot that reversal drug up her mother’s nose. Mother always said no cops and she sure was pissed when the old lady from the apartment next door was the one to call for an ambulance that second time when she saw them in the stairwell of their shitty apartment building. Amberleigh had found her mother there on the way to school that morning. Mother of the fuckin year hands down.

But tonight was a fuckin party and with glittery flakes of ecstasy raining down like snow on their heads, there was no room for such dark thoughts. Patrons stuck out their tongues to catch the flakes. It was the second gift from the Cobra Club tonight free of charge marking the exact time the club pulled in its first twenty grand opening night.

The same chick who had danced on the bar earlier was now totally naked spinning around in circles like a child in the rain with her head titled back and mouth opened wide. To help avoid their patron’s overdosing because people were dumb as fuck, the ecstasy wasn’t as potent as the shit sold in the Fringe. And well the club had medical personnel on hand just in case.

  About an hour after her return, Amberleigh caught the eye of a young man in a wheelchair as she was doing her human pretzel. By now Ebony had joined her back on the ground and was doing her ribbon dancing shit. And the bitch had stripped buck naked to do it. Amberleigh knew any second now one of the numerous marks salivating over her friend’s gorgeous physique would slip her a golden egg and then later their dick inside her moist, warm cunt. Because she could smell her friends arousal and see it leaving trails along the silk ribbon she slid back and forth between her legs.

The young man was with a group of friends drinking rich boy drinks and wearing designer labels and shoes that cost more than a year of rent back in the Fringe. While his buddies were laughing dancing up against  Goddesses and overall living their best lives, he looked tense by the way he pulled at the collar of his button down shirt and threw back the remainder of his drink in one go.

He was cute with a boyish face, and  black curls that probably drove the girls at his Ivy League school wild. And he had made eye contact with her more than once. She gave him a smile and a wink, he was definitely interested but didn’t seem to be about to make his move anytime soon. Instead, his eyes went back down to the empty shot glass, at least until one of his friends bent down and said something to him. He squeezed his friend on the shoulder and made a motion around the room with his own shot glass, as if saying to pick one and lighten up. The young man with the empty glass shook his head.

Amberleigh knew a lack of confidence when she saw one. His friends were so confident and comfortable, outgoing even, while he was reserved and shy. It told Amberleigh he had probably never been in the club before, and/or the young man probably hadn’t been born with legs that didn’t work. By his group of rowdy and attractive hotheaded friends it was unlikely they had been befriended the boy in the wheelchair who couldn’t keep up with them. Maybe she was wrong though, but she usually wasn’t wrong about such things. Not all rich people were heartless douche bags after all.

So she decided to do the kind and humane thing and reach out to the shy soul herself. She put on her best hip swaying and cut through the crowd towards him. The light haired one was shaking his friend and looked like a boy on Christmas morning as she approached. He seemed genuinely excited for his buddy that Amberleigh was stalking over.  It was kinda sweet actually, but his friend didn’t seem to share in the same hype. He almost looked ready to bolt.

The friend grinned at her like toddler who’d just found a stash of cookies when she reached them. He placed his hands on the other man’s shoulders and gave them a squeeze.

“Hey, what’s up girl. This is my buddy Ethan. He wants to fuck you but he’s too much of a pussy to ask you himself. I was just about to force his ass over there, but thanks for saving me the trouble.”

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