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

Chapter 23

                Amberleigh made an effort to sleep, but she spent most of her time chasing it, much in the way an addict would chase their next high. Elusive, and when she was able to fall asleep for a bit, it didn’t last long enough, and she found no relief in it. That used to be her life, back in the days of weed and pain pills she would crush and snort. But now she got her high in other ways.

Ebony wasn’t helping her situation either as her ass was hogging the bed. Luckily, her friend slept until the sun went down. By that time, Amberleigh had already showered, eaten a shit ton of comfort foods, packed her bags, and worked out her alibi. Ebony was bound to notice if she was missing for the next year. Maybe now the bitch would have a better chance of hooking a big fish if her toughest competition wasn’t around.

She’d also spent the day going over every possibility behind Grayson’s shady deal. He was secretly gay, had some horrible disease, a grotesque deformity under his clothes, a tiny dick, a third nipple, was hardcore into bondage and had killed a lover, he was a serial killer, had genital warts, or  was just horrible in the bedroom.

Ebony finally drug her ass out of bed around nine p.m., and like the good friend she was, Amberleigh had coffee, bacon and eggs, and aspirin waiting. Not that Ebony said thank you or was grateful. Nope, bitch started complaining right away about her hangover, and what terrible friend Amberleigh was for allowing her to get so drunk last night.

Finally, after about an hour of her throwing herself a pity party, while she was in the shower, the mooch noticed that Amberleigh’s fancy ass soap and overpriced shampoo was no longer in the shower. She came out wrapped in a towel and dripping water everywhere, demanding answers, and finally noticing that her friend had luggage near her room door.

“You going somewhere bitch?” she asked eloquently.

“Oh yeah about that. Nothing special. Just got booked for a private gig. My pussy is that good.”

Ebony laughed, “I’ve been there remember. It ain’t nothing special. Where the fuck you going? And for how fuckin long?”

“First off let me just stay, stop hating because my pussy tastes better than yours. And smells better too. And I’ll be setting sail on a yacht for oh the next year. I’ll send you some postcards. I’ve been wanting to work on my tan.”

Amberleigh began to make another pass of the room and her shit to see if there was anything else she was forgetting. The car would be at the back entrance to the club in two hours. She’d already signed the contract, like she had a real choice anyway and it was just a damn formality for show.

“Shut the fuck up you lyin bitch! Who the fuck is the client? No way it’s one of the Godwin bastards. You probably are going to be giving blow jobs to rich old grandpas on the senior cruise sponsored by LEDA for all its retired employees. Dream job right there. Not much security in it though as them old bastards will be dropping like flies.”

She laughed and Amberleigh gave a sarcastic laugh in response to her friends diss. Who the fuck was the one who had been called to the Godwin Penthouse again? Even if it just was for her ovaries, that shit still counted.

“Spoken like a true jealous cunt. By the way, Grayson Godwin’s dick was so yummy, I ate it all up. Finger- looking good. But it wasn’t the Godwin’s who booked me. Some rich computer software developer from overseas. With his vacay homes around the world. The ship leaves tonight. I’m sorry your pussy just didn’t make the cut.

"Yeah well we know the tight ship sailed awy from your pussy long ago."

Ebony sighed and started to dry herself off. Her skin did gleam and shit, much to the annoyance of Amberleigh. And that was even before that coconut oil stuff she lathered on which made marks want to eat her. Like some tropical delight. But bitch had never been to the beach or let alone Jamaica where she pretended to be from sometimes to lure in marks who wanted an exotic flavor.

“I smell bullshit. If it looks like shit, smells like shit, and tastes like shit, it is shit. Don’t tell me you caught something and they shipping your ass off to be disinfected.”

Rumors of Goddess and Page’s catching something circulated from time to time, but all clients and employees underwent through testing. It was unlikely that anything would slip past the blood testing and genital testing. Even VIP clients were required to drop their pants, have their assholes, mouths, and genitals swabbed, along with a pinprick of blood from their finger.  Or an official document declaring their body free from all diseases from a city sanctioned testing facility.  

Amberleigh had been pleasantly surprised she had tested clean on arrival to the club in spite of all the shit she’d been doing to support her drug habit. It was a miracle really. The bitch nurse at the facility where she pushed out her son had acted surprised that her drug tests and STI tests had all come back negative. The agency had chosen a state of the art birthing center in Uptown with birthing tubs and essential oils to protect their investment. They made a pretty penny off her beautiful baby.

But that was the past. It did no good dwelling on that shit. Instead, she was evasive and lied to her friend about the sketchy details of the arrangement. Ebony wasn’t buying that shit either. But that was her story and she was sticking to it. It did really suck that she was spending the last couple hours arguing with her friend. And it sucked even more that much of what Ebony said echoed in her own thoughts.

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