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

Amberleigh grinned and stooped down towards Ethan. “I saw you watching me Ethan. You want to taste the rainbow don’t you Ethan?”

“Oh fuck,” laughed the friend.

Ethan shot his friend an angry look. And for a moment she felt a bit guilty. Maybe he wasn’t into it after all. But no. The way the boy had undressed her with his eyes from across the room, he was very into it.

“I just came here to drink thanks. I have a fuckin girlfriend anyway.”

The friend elbowed him. “No one comes here just to drink dude! And don’t lie. Megan is a frigid stuck up bitch who keeps blowing you off while she fucks the polo team. Forget her man. This girl is limber and ready to let you taste the rainbow. Don’t be a pussy Ethan.”

Ethan exhaled loudly, the indecision on his face. Nothing like good old fashioned peer pressure.

“Hey how about I give you a little preview right here handsome? If you’re game of course. No pressure darlin’,” she said sweetly.

“Ok. Sure. Why the fuck not?”

“Yes! That’s what I fuckin talking about!” said the friend.

Amberleigh rubbed her nails through his curls, she had wanted to finger them since she first laid eyes on them anyhow. She spread her legs onto either side of his wheelchair and began to let the music control her body. She made a pass of her body against his, and as soon as she saw him start to relax, she grew bolder with her moves.  The friend was cheering them both on it seemed and yelling for Ethan to tip her. He was shoving bills down her top himself. But Amberleigh kept eye contact on Ethan. Made him feel like the only man in that room as she gave him a lap dance.

His breathing grew harsh, his pulse quickened as her body touched against his. His pupils widened to take her all in. And she grinned at him when she felt his cock pressing against the fabric of his dark slacks.

“Oh fuck man! Go fuck this girl or I will,” his friend reached into Ethan’s jacket pocket and grabbed a golden egg out. He slid it down Amberleigh’s top. “Fuck him good. It’s been a while for my boy here. And it’s been a tough year.”

“It’s not been that long you fucker. Don’t act like I’m a fuckin virgin or some shit Lawrence,” argued Ethan.

Lawrence laughed at his friend’s expense while Amberleigh wondered how tough of a year it could have been for trust fund babies who never wanted for anything and never had to work a day in their life. It was nothing compared to having to dig through a garbage can for something to eat when you barely out of diapers, barefoot in winter, with bleeding cuts on your feet from a crack pipe you step on in the street.

But regardless, Amberleigh slide off his lap and placed a hand against Ethan’s cheek. “Oh I will take good care of him don’t you worry. Come with me darlin’.”

Ethan said nothing else but followed her from the Rainbow Room while Lawrence yelled things after them about fucking her right. He rolled his eyes and his chair along, not dignifying his inebriated friend with a response.

The golden egg in Amberleigh’s hand worked like currency around here, and had already paid for it like poker chips at the start of the night. The costumer always paid upfront around here. Of course tonight his egg had been free or half price depending on his status at the club. She doubted he was a VIP, but his friend was probably a regular.

Amberleigh could sense he was still a bit apprehensive and uncomfortable, so she took him to the first available private room she could find. Once inside the room, she offered him some wine to try and take the edge off. Poor boy was still nervous she could tell.

She bent down to his eyelevel, “We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with handsome. How about I get us started?”

He nodded as he sipped the wine in his hand. “I don’t usually do this shit. I mean pay for this. I don’t have trouble getting laid despite what that prick led you to believe.”

She nodded and smiled at him. “Of course you don’t. You’re hot as fuck. I sure you have no trouble getting the ladies.”

He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt halfway down. He was sweating. She considered offering him a massage but got the vibe he wasn’t ready for that just yet.

She took the drink from his hand and drank it down herself. At least that coaxed a smile from his lips. She sat the drink on the marble nightstand near the bed.

“Tell you what, I’ll give you a private show. Then you can decide how far we take this and what we do. And if you want to taste the rainbow then, you won’t hear me complain. Or I would be more than happy to taste yours sugar.”

He took off his suit jacket and threw it on the bed before he removed his buttondown shirt. He was now in just a sweaty, cotton tee. Amberleigh licked her lips by the sight of the fabric clinging deliciously to his tight torso. Then finally a devilish grin erupted on his face.

 “Sound like a reasonable plan. Do your worst, but I warn you, I’m not easy to please.”

“Challenge accepted.”

Amberleigh got down to business. He would be singing her praises before the night was through.