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

Amberleigh was feeling good. Still riding the high from her hook up and the alcohol running through her veins. Because it seemed her blood had turned by the amount of it she’d consumed. She fell into a rhythm of the electronic club beat blasting through the Rainbow Room, moving her body in time, and often up against several fellow Goddesses and Pages.

The place was lit, with more and more customers stumbling in by the minute. Their excitement and energy was catching and seemed to be a living thing felt throughout the room. The alcohol flowed like rain in Seattle. The costumers mingled on the dance floor and at the bar, already eyeing a potential Goddess or Page they wished to book for a private session tonight.

At precisely midnight, silver and gold confetti rained down upon the dancefloor to officially mark the beginning of the night’s festivities. The place went wild, the bass thumped harder, and Goddesses wearing nothing but gold body paint, came around the room offering all free glasses of sparkling champagne. Amberleigh raised a toast and clinked her glass to Ebony’s.

Ebony was an aerialist who also worked the Circus Room. And the girl was gorgeous, with gleaming dark skin, springy, tight curls, cheekbones sharp enough to cut, perky pear- shaped breasts that could poke your eye out, and long legs that seemed to never end. Amberleigh envied more than one feature on Ebony’s body, and she had seen them all. And tasted many.

Amberleigh would never achieve the natural beauty her friend possessed, even if she had the best plastic surgeon in the world at her disposal. Not that Aberleigh was hideous to look out or anything, but she would probably only be a ten in bad lighting to a man drunk as fuck. Her face was round with a little cleft in her chin that marks liked to tongue for some reason.

Her chin didn’t look like an ass, but it had bothered in her younger years, and made her a bit self-conscious. Her dark hair was straight and acted like a total bitch, refusing to do as it was told. It wouldn’t hold a curl and more than once, she had chopped it off in a rage. But these days, older and wiser, she got better tips if it was long enough for her customers to grab onto.

Her own breasts were firm and rounded, but the kind a man could comfortably hold in his palms. Her body was toned and tanned in all the right places, but it was her ass that she was most proud of. Years of lunges had given her some serious junk in the trunk for a girl of her size and color.

Her eyes were blue, but not the pretty sky blue most envied. No, hers were a dark blue like the ugly cousin barely related, and never wanted at the party. She had contacts to brighten the color, but the damn things irritated her eyes. She had to stop wearing them when a customer complained she was infected with something. Because infection was not tolerated at the Cobra Club.

It was a club commandment. Posted on the wall in the entrance to the club and it wasn’t taken lightly. Everyone employed at the club underwent regular STI screenings and health check-ups. This policy even included the clientele. All patrons to the club had to pass a screening, for in a club such as this, disease free was vital. The club had a rep to uphold after all. If you wanted cheap pussy and cheap beer, you could take your chances at the brothel or the Rabbit Hole in The Fringe where Amberleigh hailed from.

No one with chronic, non-curable sexually transmitted diseases were allowed to work at or visit this club. It was a high class, elite establishment. No one with the infection, that had ravaged the world, and caused Omega City to build giant walls, were even allowed in the city itself. Billions had died and/or were infected with the mutated version of the brain disease. And now thirty years later, the United States was just a shell of its former self, with cities and colonies sprinkled throughout the country. All the cities left were connected by Godwin Railroad. Godwin bless America!

So what did the city do, ten years after facing the end of all life itself? They built one hell of a fuckin nightclub! They certainly had their priorities straight. Nothing better than facing your possible demise as a species, than fucking yourself silly, drinking until you couldn’t stand upright, and getting so high you practically needed a parachute to come back down.

But tonight wasn’t a time to reflect on that depressing shit, but rather celebrate the life! And Amberleigh was grateful she had been plucked from the city slum known as the Fringe when she was nothing but a scrawny, homeless, drug addicted seventeen-year-old, and given a place as a Goddess. I mean who didn’t want to fuck some of the hottest and richest men for a living?