Chapter 8 You're a new kind of stupid motherfucker

• By the time Amberleigh and Ebony returned to the Rainbow Room, it had nearly become standing room only. It was like one pulsating mass of bodies as the DJ spun a sick beat. A Page was standing atop the bar spraying alcohol down into the crowd, like a wet t-shirt contest, and a patron was up on the bar being a Goddess for the night as she danced topless among them. Amber could remember many drunken bar counter dances from her own life.
• She and Ebony made their way through the waves of bodies smelling of liquor, boob sweat, and hormones. They relieved fellow Goddesses’ Katia and Nadia from their posts. Katia had moved from the silk to her hoops suspended from the ceiling, and Nadia had been doing her juggling routine, though marks watched the way her huge bare breasts jiggled rather than the balls in her hands. Nadia was a shit contortionist, but an average juggler.
• She was certainly more of a novelty act rather than actual talent because her breasts were fucking ginormous. Men like to motorboat her and fuck between her breasts like nightly. She wasn’t all that pretty under her makeup. She was pale in an unsexy- not- hot- vampire- way, with short black hair she insisted on getting chopped in unflattering cuts and had a skinny frame in stark contrast to her back breaking tits.
• Her nose was too large, her lips too thin, and her eyes too small and set too widely apart. But men didn’t take Nadia to private suites for her face and luckily most were intoxicated. Besides freakishly large breasts, Nadia also got attention because she allowed marks to fuck her with all sorts of different objects. It was crazy how many got off on that type of shit. She seemed to have no limits on what she would do or allowed to be done to her in this club. Katia was a gorgeous girl.
• A thoroughbred with blonde hair which hadn’t come from a bottle, sweet freckles, and whole virgin girl next door look about her. She had a background in ballet and gymnastics, had even come from money. Until she whored around, partied too hard, and got disowned by her wealthy, aristocrat family. And the top of the irony cake, was her brother Claudius, the heir and golden child, hit this club up more times than a Granny bakes cookies.
• And there was that whole her family’s ties to the Italian Mafia thing, but no one really talked about it. She was a fallen Mafia princess, more like kicked from her throne brutally for not falling in line to her Mafia Boss Daddy’s orders. It was awkward to say the least when Katia showed up to a private party a few years back, and during her aerialist routine, she looked down to see her brother fucking a Goddess on the bed below. Talk about quite the family reunion.
• And creepy as fuck because the Goddess Claudius was fucking had an uncanny resemblance to herself. Hey at least they were on speaking terms again and Katia recommended good fucks to her brother. He only fucked limber blondes, so Amber had worn a wig when she fucked the golden-haired pretty boy last year. “Hope that rope don’t get lost in your pussy. You know how it sucks shit up like a giant fuckin’ black hole,” teased Amber as Ebony was making her way up the red silk rope. She cackled, “No girl, that’s your asshole.” Even Amber had to admit her friend look eloquent and graceful as she worked the silk ropes.
• And sexy as hell. Her dark skin also made a sensual contrast against the blood red ropes and she was mesmerizing to watch. Her body so in time and in sync as she twirled and spun up and down the fabric. Even though she had seen Ebony’s act hundreds of times, and Amber wasn’t even really into girls right now, it turned her on a little and her pussy grew more moist. But she couldn’t let Ebony outshine her or steal all the thunder. She began her own act of backbends, flips, twists, and walking across the room on her hands. Without underwear on, her goodies were out for all to see. The men nearby went crazy when she spread her legs open during her handstand.
• She could of sworn she heard Ebony call her a bitch above her head. A mark stumbled up and attempted shove a dollar into her coochie. She closed her legs and hooked them on his shoulders instead. Money was dirty as fuck. She appreciated the gesture though. She gyrated her bare ass against the mark’s crotch as his drunk buddies were losing their fucking minds. He began to grind against her and all too soon his cock began to swell.
• And then the mark unzipped his pants. But she shut that shit down rather quickly as she released his shoulders. She landed back on her feet. No free sex up in this club and definitely not out in the open. If you wanted uncivilized fucking you went to The Fringe. This was a high class institution. “You want to take a ride, you gotta pay for a ticket first handsome,” she crooned. “What the fuck? I thought this was a party!” “It is sugar. But what I plan to do to you isn’t civilized enough to be done here. How about you and I get a private room? It’s half price tonight,” she suggested.
• The mark was maybe thirty and in a cheap off the rack suit. His shoes were worn, and he smelled of beer, his fingernails chipped and dirty. He was probably on a payment plan and certainly wouldn’t tip a lot. But a fuck was a fuck and she was still ahead of Ebony tip wise tonight. And why should rich, bitch boys have all the fun? “Fuck off whore,” he said, “I don’t want your used up pussy anyway.” Amber plastered a smile on her face, “If you want handouts go down to the welfare office. Or home to your wife. I’m sure your dick is amazing and all, but no one rides for free around here.” “You stupid bitch ass whore, you probably don’t even feel dicks anymore you’ve been fucked so many times.
• You shouldn’t be grinding up on me and shit like some damn tease.” “I wouldn’t feel your dick because it’s so small. But you need to move along. You don’t want to go making trouble. This is a party after all.” Either he was a first timer or just a fucking idiot. The purpose of The Rainbow Room was to do whatever it took to draw marks up to your level or a private room. It was her job to be a tease. And he wouldn’t find an unused pussy or asshole in this club and if he did, he certainly wouldn’t be able to fucking afford it. The mark’s face got red and he made a stupid ass decision.
• He backhanded Amberleigh across the face. Ah alcohol, made cowards into fighters, and made people even more stupid than fuck. She had taken many hits in her life, though most when she lived in The Fringe, but she still could take a hit now. She looked at the mark with a smile as her lip bled down the corner of her mouth. The sting and pain were well worth it. Because she kneed him in the crotch, and when he doubled over, she whispered in his ear as soft as a lover. “You’re a new kind of stupid motherfucker. I hope you have good health insurance bitch.” Two bouncers were already shouldering through the crowd towards them. The Cobra Club didn’t tolerate abuse against it’s staff.
• It was a cardinal sin up in this bitch. And he had had just fucked himself. Not only would he be blacklisted from this club and probably all the clubs in the city, he would be beaten to a fucking pulp in the back alley. A warning to others what happened when you fucked an employee of The Cobra Club. Well not fucked in a literal sense, but you got the picture. He certainly wasn’t so tough now. Amber kept that smile on her face the whole time he and his buddies were dragged from The Rainbow Room.