Sweet Friends

Part 11
Noon was hardly Grave Robber’s favorite hour, and less so when the cops were breaking down the door and hauling him out of the house naked and in cuffs. By the time they took him to wherever they were taking him he was sporting some bruised ribs, a shoulder rubbed raw from when they shoved him out of the paddy wagon. They’d shoved his head in a black bag as soon as he was in the wagon so he had no idea where they were taking him. He expected the very worst, so he was terrified when they sat him down in a comfortable, well upholstered chair, and pulled the hood off of his head, finding himself face to face with Amber Sweet.

She sat behind a large desk wearing a proper black suit and a tie, her hair slicked back from her face, which did not look happy. “Am I under arrest?” he demanded once the cops had left, leaving them alone. “Is this what you do when your boyfriends piss you off?”

“You’re not my boyfriend,” she said, her voice hard. “You insulted me last night.”

“Hey, you’re the one bringing other women along with you. Am I supposed to ignore the girl watching us go at it? It’s distracting.” She stood up and came around the other side of the desk. She was holding a black leather paddle covered in metal studs. They spelled out the word ‘BITCH.’ “You have got to be kidding me,” he said.

“Get up.”

“No.”

“Should I call my police force in? My bodyguards?” She stepped up close to him and jabbed the vertical scar running down his bare chest with her paddle. “A repo man?”

“I’m up to date on my payments,” he hissed.

“Just get up.”

Furious, he managed to get himself to his feet despite the cuffs on his wrists. Amber sat down in his vacated chair. “Over my knees.”

“Amber, I didn’t do anything—“

I don’t care what your excuses are—get over my knees or something worse will happen to you.”

It was so hard to argue with women who had power. It was difficult to position himself over Amber’s lap—he was taller than she was and her legs were slim, but she soon had his ass just where she wanted it. He gritted his teeth against the sting of the paddle, but he still yelped when it came down over his bare ass. “This isn’t necessary,” he offered, but she brought down the paddle again, and a third and fourth time. On number seven she missed—hitting him on the lower back. “Watch the kidneys lady,” he complained. “I can’t afford two organ payments a month.”

The next smack came down across his thighs, and another across his ass. Eventually the blows stopped, replaced by one of Amber’s cool hands sliding across his hot skin. “Your ass is bright red,” she told him. He was sure the rest of him was too, completely humiliated across Amber’s lap and—the very worst part—turned on. His dick was hard and aching for release.

Amber shoved him off her lap and he fell hard on the handcuffs. “Ow,” he offered, and Amber stepped over him. She had a key and unlocked the cuffs. As soon as his hands were free he grabbed her and pulled her down with him, reaching up her skirt and sliding her panties down her legs. “Don’t do that again,” he growled at her, shoving up the skirt and moving to position himself on top of her.

“Why not? You liked it,” she answered, and she was smiling. She shoved him hard enough to push him over, the carpet harsh on his tender skin. She was on top of him in a split second, sitting down hard on his cock. He groaned as he slid up inside of her and she started rocking hard on top of him until he came, grabbing her hips and thrusting up hard as he exploded inside of her.

Amber rolled off him and fell down at his side on the floor. “That was really hot,” she breathed.

“I know,” he replied. “Please don’t do it again.”

“You hurt my feelings.”

“Yeah. I can tell. You could have just said something. I would have apologized. You know that’s what normal people do, right?”

“I felt stressed. I feel better now.”

“Oh. Glad to be of service.”

“What about Shilo Wallace?” she asked, turning to him.

“The Kid?” He eased onto his hip, giving his sore backside some relief. “She’s a kid. I’m not going to do anything with her. Did you really think I would?”

“She’s eighteen. It’s perfectly legal.”

“Excuse me for not being as morally bankrupt as you are,” he said, standing up. Amber got to her feet, adjusting her skirt.

“You are too,” she told him. “The girl gets to you, doesn’t she? You like her.”

“I like lots of people.”

She grabbed him by the hair at the back of his neck. “You love her, don’t you?” Her fingers tangled in his hair, he couldn’t look away from her so he just closed his eyes. “You do. I knew it.” She stepped away from him. “Get out of here. I don’t want to look at you anymore.”

“I don’t suppose you’ll be able to get me a ride? Or at least some pants?”

*****

Part 12

After a week of hearing nothing, Shilo wondered if she would ever see Amber again. It had been a lonely week of staying in and watching television or reading her father’s old medical texts in the library from pure boredom. After a week by herself she knew one thing. She missed Amber.

So when the car arrived at ten one night she was eager to get ready. She hurried into a sheer black underwear set, garters, stockings, and a little black dress. “I didn’t think you’d come,” she told Amber when she climbed into the car. “I thought you were bored of me.” < I thought you knew I wanted your boyfriend. >

“I’ve been busy,” Amber said. “Running a company is hard work. I can’t babysit you all the time.”

“I don’t need—“

“Of course you do. You’d be wandering around lost without me.” She didn’t smile. “Or sitting in the dark starving to death?”

“Right,” Shilo answered. “I owe you.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

If something was wrong, Amber didn’t let it show, and when they entered the club she was as cheerful as always. A boy with a huge bandage on his torso fell to Amber’s feet, weeping with gratitude. Shilo recognized him as the guy who asked for a liver a few weeks before, and she wondered what he was doing for Amber in exchange for it.

“Billy,” she told the boy, who scrambled to his feet. “I would like a vodka martini. My friend Shilo would like a Blue Zombie.”

“What’s in that?” Shilo asked Amber after he had gone.

“Mostly rum,” Amber told her. “I think you’ll love it.”

“Okay,” Shilo said, happy to just be on Amber’s good side again. When Billy came back Shilo took her glass. It was a very pretty drink, served in a tall glass with a short stem. Bits of pineapple and two cherries floated among the ice and brilliant blue liquid, a slice of lemon decorated the side of the glass. It tasted heavy and fruity, very good. Pleased, she stabbed one of the pineapples with her straw and ate it.

*****

It was a while before Grave Robber could sit or walk comfortably, and even after a week there were still bruises from the rough handling he’d received from Amber Sweet. He shook his head in wonder when he entered the club and found the Kid at her side, her hands wrapped around a drink she slurped through a straw. “Are you interested in a hit?” he asked Amber when he approached them.

“Always,” she assured, pulling up her dress. “Give me the glow.” He took out the gun and injected the drug into her system. Normally she was too hot to touch when he shot her up, but she was distracted that night, by Shilo.

The girl set down her glass and leaned back on the couch with a smile, her hands sliding across the velvet upholstery. “This couch is so comfortable,” she said. “It feels so good.”

Graverobber’s eyes shot over to her glass. There was about an inch of blue liquid and a cherry left at the bottom. Horrified, he grabbed Amber and pulled her to him. “You gave her Zydrate,” he hissed, his grip tightening on her arm.

Amber gave him a smile. “I gave her a Blue Zombie. There is a difference.”

“Not much.” A Blue Zombie had a dose of prescription Zydrate in it, less potent than the stuff he dealt on the street, but still addictive. “I can’t believe you’d stoop so low.”

“What’s going on?” the Kid asked, sitting up.

“Nothing Shilo dear,” Amber said, still grinning. “Why don’t you go have some fun with Billy.”

“Okay.” She sucked up the last bit of drink from her glass and grabbed the still convalescing Billy and pulled him out onto the floor.

“This is low even for you,” Grave Robber said. “You know she doesn’t want to do drugs.”

“Everyone wants to,” Amber said. “They’re just afraid.”

“Maybe only you are,” he said, leaving Amber to find the Kid before anything happened to her.

He found her making out with Billy in a corner, and he pulled her away gently. “C’mon Kid. We’re gonna go.”
“Where?”

“I’m taking you home.”

“I don’t want to go home.” She leaned against him and he wrapped a protective arm around her tiny form as they walked towards the exit. “Home is full of ghosts. Let’s go to your place.”

“Okay,” he said.