Amber and Leo laid in each other’s arms for a longtime afterwards. No words were spoken between them, but no words were needed. And for a blissful moment in time, the world seemed to stop, gone was the chaos, the stress, nothing but the two of them and the sound of their beating hearts remained. Nothing else mattered.But reality made its unwelcomed intrusion far too soon as Amber’s watch begun to ring from her nightstand. She groaned at the broken spell, desperate to hold onto this perfect moment for just a while longer. When the sun came up, would this time with Leo, all have been nothing but a dream? Or worse, just a stolen moment, fleeting, leaving her broken when Leo decided to face reality that the two of them would never work? Here in these walls, in this fantasyland, it was so much easier to pretend than out there.Leo was beautiful, kind, from an affluent family with a bright future at his feet. Amberleigh was a whore born and raised in a ghetto, who never even graduated high
Well the evening had started out romantic and hot as fuck, but now Amberleigh was dripping snot and salty tears allover Leo’s chest, and worse still was when she sneezed and peed herself a little in the process. Fan-fuckin-tastic. Not like the chef was likely to notice anyway as between her legs was still nice and wet thanks to him. But Amber would know she had peed herself a little and couldn’t deny the pressure on her bladder now. Time to break up this emotional moment as nature called. And nature was a fucking bitch in both your first and last trimester of pregnancy.Amber pulled back from his strong embrace and so eloquently said, “I have to fuckin' pee. Only my nine-hundredth time today. Excuse me good sir.”Leo snorted, “To be continued then. I’ll be here when you get back.”“Lucky you.”“Yeah, I am. Lucky me to be here with the girl of my dreams right now. No place else in the world I would rather be.”Damn, Leo was smooth. And Amber couldn’t help but smile and feel all warm a
Sleeping in Leo’s arms had been as peaceful as Amberleigh imagined it, at least until there came a god-awful pounding on her door at around three a.m. Amber cursed as she tore her sleep hazed eyes open and for a moment relived the night the cops raided the apartment, she and her mother lived in with one of Krystal's sleazy, druggie boyfriends. That was the night Amber had been removed from her mother’s custody along with the heroin, cocaine, and other drug paraphernalia also in her mother’s possession. A woman cop had given little Amber a bag of chips and a soda and let her test out the sirens in her squad car though while they waited for CPS. It wasn’t the last time she would find herself in a squad car though because eleven years later, Amber got arrested for stealing alcohol and cigarettes from the liquor store. The Cobra Club’s legal team had gotten it expunged from her record though. So, her record was cleaner at least and she had left her life of crime behind
Just as the chef promised, he helped Amberleigh back to sleep alright. He gave her the best fucking massage she’d ever had literally from head to toe. He started by rubbing her feet in soothing circles and she couldn’t help but think a girl could get used to this for sure. She imagined how good it would feel when her feet were swollen and aching when she was late into her pregnancy.By the end of her pregnancy with her son, she could only wear sandals as her other shoes wouldn’t fit by the end of the day. Back then she had no one to rub her feet as Jack was long gone, fucking his way through the cheerleaders at his prep school and not sparing another thought for Amber or their child. Things would be different this time around it seemed thanks to the man in bed beside her. The chef really was good with his hands, an artist. He worked her tense muscles and tired joints like a fucking expert. She moaned beneath his touch, his hands kneading over every inch of her skin.
Amberleigh awoke with a full bladder and sunlight creeping in through the blinds hitting her square in the face. But it felt warm and inviting and so she opened her eyes with a smile. But her outstretched arms didn’t touch Leo’s warm body and her eyes further confirmed he was gone. For a moment of panic, Amber sat up and looked around the room.Had the chef gotten what he wanted from her and bolted? Had last night all been nothing but a sugar coated lie? But Amber talked herself in shutting the fuck up and calming down. Sleeping with her then slipping out without a word was unlike Leo. No way would he make love to Amber, profess his love for her, and then be gone with the fucking wind when the sun came up. Her heart refused to believe it and then her head fell in line when she noticed his keys on her nightstand and his suit jacket still draped over the back of her couch.She sighed and slipped out of the covers to make the well-worn trek to her bathroom. She could still smell and feel
Of course, that warm fuzzy feeling inside Amberleigh didn’t last until she made it out of the building, because her escape plan to be whisked off by Leo and live happily ever after, didn’t go off without a hitch. Because waiting by the elevator, was possibly the second worst person in the whole fucking club she could’ve run into, Mateo. Only Marcus had him beat for gossiping, instigation, and the most punch-able face.Mateo was as fake as the snow on the ski slopes in southern California. He talked with a Jamaican accent though he dressed like Tarzan, even while he was off duty. His real name was Anthony and he grew up in fucking Brooklyn, had never set one Italian leather sandaled foot in Jamaica or the damn rainforest. His ass wouldn’t last an hour in the jungle, the man was afraid of bugs, wrinkles, and incapable of telling the truth. He fit right in here for sure.Mateo was getting off the elevator and came face to face with Amber and Leo. He was not an unattractive man at least o
The more Leo toured Amberleigh around his fantabulous warehouse loft, she wondered why he spent so much time at Grayson’s penthouse. Not like the billionaire’s digs was like a cardboard box or something, it had its own charms minus the master itself, but Leo’s place was kick ass. Like the ultimate bachelor or teen boy at hearts paradise for sure.The massive walls were made of cool shades of browns, grey, and red tone bricks, the metal beams and rafters exposed, and the floors a shiny, smooth, brown concrete. The place was easily thirty feet tall at the peak of the sloped ceilings and those metal gym styled lights illumined the cavernous space. Everywhere she looked, Amber’s eye landed on some other exciting or eye-catching feature of the place. And it was a lot to take in and appreciate at once. Not unlike the chef himself actually.The apartment was an open concept that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see. Amber was tempted to cup her hands around her mouth and shout just
It wasn’t long before the cooking utensils stored on the counter began to shake and rattle as Leo rocked Amberleigh’s world. He sucked the throbbing flesh of her cunt over and over into his mouth, sparing not an inch in the process, determined to welcome every part of her into his home it seemed. And when he sucked at her opening, Amber’s hands searched out for something to hold onto and sent the container of spatulas, ladles, wooden spoons, and meat tenderizers scattering every which way. Of course, their clangs and clatters were little in comparison to the noise erupting from her own mouth thanks to the chef between her thighs.Leo spared a quick glance upward to take in the collateral damage, hell a spatula even bounced off his ribcage, but he carried on his task at hand like a fucking professional. Amber would have uttered an apology if she had enough breath to do so. But Leo was sucking the breath and the cum right out of her body.He added some teeth into the mix which naturally
Grayson recovered quicker than Amberleigh did as she stood there covering her mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks. He fell to his knees on the concrete beside his best friend. His bound hands immediately went to the bleeding hole in Leo’s stomach trying to stop the blood flow.“Oh, fuck Leo!” screamed Grayson. “What are you doing here? Okay, we’re going to get you out of here okay brother just hold on! He needs a fucking doctor! Let Amber get Leo out of here and I’ll stay with you bastards. I’ll give you thirty billion dollars just please let Amber get Leo to the fucking hospital!”“I’m so sorry Grayson. I fucked this up…” sobbed Leo.Grayson placed his hand against Leo’s cheek as tears leaked from the corner of the chef’s eyes, sliding down into the concrete below. Tears also crept out the edges of the billionaire’s blue eyes as Grayson held his friend’s head up off the hard floor.“You didn’t. I love you, Leo. Just please hang on man. We’re going to get you some help brother.
Amberleigh found herself with a gun in her face again. Fantastic. She was getting fucking tired of near-death experiences today thank you very much. And she was so looking forward to all these bastards with guns dead on the concrete floor. That was all she wanted for Christmas this year.“Who the fuck are you?” said Morte, “and who the fuck sent you?”“My name is Amberleigh Dubois. And no one sent me. I came here to broker a new deal. Two billion dollars in exchange for Grayson. And the Van Tessin’s don’t get a fuckin’ dime.”“Amber? Why the fuck are you even here? And Leo let you do this? Something so fucking dangerous and stupid. I’ll kill him! What the fuck did you hope to accomplish by showing up here? How the fuck did you even know where to find me?”She shrugged, “Their boy Lazy Eye has a big mouth. I ran into him at The Rabbit Hole. I take it you all didn’t know I was born in The Fringe and I have ties to your gang the Psychos. Lazy Eye sang like a fuckin’ canary. Easy peasy.”
Amberleigh saw no one in the warehouse lot at first as she jogged across the cracked pavement yelling her fictitious dog’s name “Bella!” She nearly had the door to the warehouse opened before a man abruptly appeared pointing a gun in her face. Her startled scream was real as a stocky man with an unkempt beard and mustache walked out. And she noticed he walked with a limp. “What the fuck do you want bitch?” he demanded. “what the fuck are you doing here?” She recognized that deep raspy voice that was as unpleasant to the ears as nails down a chalkboard. This was the fucker who had beaten Grayson on the video. That spineless coward who attacked a man who had no way to defend himself. And he wasn’t wearing a mask. No fucking way he’d let her just walk away from here. She was counting on it.She put her hands up and backed away slowly, “I’m sorry sir. I didn’t think anyone was here. I thought this place was abandoned. I was just looking for my dog Bella. I
Giovanni decided to walk his daughter to within a few blocks of the warehouse where Grayson was being held. They spoke little on the way and for that Amberleigh was grateful. She didn’t think she could deal with another heavy conversation at the moment. Her nerves and her head were already in shambles and it only got worse the closer they got to the old warehouse. It was used to store boats long ago and had been empty for a decade at least. It was in the heart of Psycho territory and only fifteen miles from Leo’s warehouse. Well, what used to be his place anyway. Amber kept going over the details of her plan in her head. She could do this. It would work. It had to. It was a long time coming. But now that moment was here, it was with mixed emotions to say the least. She was excited, anxious, terrified, all at the same time. She just wanted to see Grayson. And she would give him the longest hug in the fucking world when both of them walked out of that fucking warehouse.
Amberleigh stuttered out her plan to the Hatter coming up with the details as she went. She would be a woman walking her dog down by the docks. She would change her clothes into something more suitable and also bring along a dog leash. She would approach the warehouse and ask the man guarding it if her dog had run inside. She would say or do whatever necessary to gain entry into the warehouse.The lookout would be unlikely to shoot her. It would draw attention even in The Fringe where gunshots were as common as STIs. She was likely to be taken inside alive and no doubt at least one of the men inside would want to have his way with her. Probably more than one of them would. She was banking on the fact that would buy her enough time to be rescued before any of those events actually occurred.For his part in this risky operation, The Hatter was providing Amber with a small camera. The kind which could be easily hidden and would send a feed directly back here to The Rabbit Hole. She would
It wasn’t for Lazy Eye’s neck that Amberleigh aimed the machete, but rather his right arm. The giant knife slid through just above his wrist smooth as fucking butter barely missing also taking out his thigh as well. The blade cut through the arm rest in the wooden chair and bounced against the concrete floor. Perhaps it was that jarring ring which helped bring Amber back to her fucking senses. Or the wet bounce of Lazy Eye’s hand on the floor. Because his scream had only made her want to hurt him more. Her arm ached from the force of her blow coming into contact with the hard floor. Lazy Eye yelled as a fountain of blood squirted from his newest stump. Amber stumbled back watching blood spatter towards her. She dropped the machete and turned away. What the fuck was she doing? She had just lost her fucking mind for sure. Amber placed her hand against her mouth to hold in her vomit. But it was a battle she lost as she threw up on the floor. Her vomit mingling with the p
Amberleigh would have liked to have said that she had the situation under control and didn’t need to be rescued. That she had single handedly interrogated the bad guy and found out where Grayson was being held and by how many. But instead, she was owed a big fat I told you so by her father. Luckily, Giovanni had too much class to do such a thing as he saved his daughter’s ass.The gunshots had been a dead giveaway that his offspring had run into some trouble. And it was father to the rescue as he burst through the door. Only much later would Amber wonder how her father had unlocked the door to get inside Lazy Eye’s lair, but those types of thoughts didn’t come until much later. Only much later would Amber wonder how her father had unlocked the door to get inside Lazy Eye’s lair, but those types of thoughts didn’t come until much later. Because she struggled to recover from the lack of oxygen to her brain and the pain in her body as Giovanni threw Lazy Eye halfway across the room. A
Amberleigh had to put all her thoughts of disgust and wanting to gag aside as she sucked that evil bastard's cock. It wasn’t the first time she had to suck a dick she’d rather not. But this time it meant more than just trying to get a regular or a good tip. She went through the motions which made her the best, but didn’t think too much about it, like driving home late night down the same roads you'd driven a thousand times before. At least until that prick fisted her fake hair and shoved himself roughly down her throat. She wanted to bite his pecker off as she struggled to breathe. Lazy Eye rammed his cock in and out of her mouth aggressively. For men like him, this went beyond just sexual gratification. It was about dominance, control, violence, and humiliation. Amber tried to focus on getting air into her burning lungs and not vomiting, as she had lost all control over her blow job. And Lazy Eye didn’t give a fuck the discomfort he was causing her or even allow her some time to b
Amberleigh kept her eyes on her prey, though she made a quick detour before she pounced. She stopped at the bar to buy Lazy Eye his favorite beer. More than one man eyed her as she passed, including one who squeezed her ass, but she paid them little attention. Luckily, most of the men in that room were engrossed in the fight anyway, as they had probably wagered a pretty penny on the outcome. Amber was also betting on herself to win tonight. She would fucking come out on top.She just hoped that Lazy Eye’s fighter won the match or it could put the violent man in a bad mood. It was hard for her to try and gauge exactly who was winning the fight. The screams of the crowd weren’t giving her much and both burly men in the ring were covered in blood and sweat. The hits were brutal and unforgiving. Fuck, if that was what they did to their gang brother, Amber tried to imagine what they did to rivals. She was pretty sure she saw a tooth go flying from the shorter guy’s mouth in a hail of blo