say it didn’t matter either way to him.
“I don’t want to,” Amber said. The party made her feel more open and rambunctious but this was so far outside her comfort zone it was in a different comfort galaxy. She realized she didn’t want to see Clutch and Rhonda in there fucking other people either. Maybe she was feeling possessive over them or something; she wasn’t really sure why she felt that way, but now it was clear in her mind and she said, “And I don’t want you to either.”
Rhonda didn’t seem to hear her and she was there at the edge looking on. A biker was pounding away at a girl doggy-style right in from of them now and the slap of his legs hitting her ass was loud enough for them to hear even over the noise of the crowd.
The scene wasn’t sexy to Amber and the feeling of wanting to leave it was even stronger now. She put her arms around Rhonda’s waist from behind and into her ear she said, “Babe, let’s go somewhere else.”
Rhonda turned around, her pupils large and dark. “Don’t you want to see me get fucked?”
“No, not like that. I really don’t.”
Rhonda threw herself forward and hugged her close. “You’re very sweet, you know that?” Then she turned to Clutch. “Hey, let’s get out of here.”
He thought for a moment then said, “I know where we can go.”
The spot was up at the top of a ridge and you could see for miles around by the light of the full moon. Clutch went over to the edge and let out a long, primal howl into the night.
They laid there on the blanket, looking up at the stars, the drug not affecting them as intensely now.
Rhonda said, “We should all take a trip together somewhere.”
“Where do you want to go?” Clutch asked.
“How about Mexico? I’ve never been there,” Rhonda said.
“You know, actually, I was thinking about going there soon and staying for awhile.”
“Really?” Rhonda said.
“Yeah. I have a deal coming up. A really big deal that could set us up forever. But it could bring down some heat afterwards and we’d need to get out of town for awhile. I’m kind of tired of the outlaw life anyway.”
This must be the deal with the Armenians, Amber thought.
“Wow,” Rhonda said. “That sounds awesome! Amber can come too. Do you want to? We could find some little town on the beach somewhere and hide out. It’ll be like Bonnie and Clyde. Well, like Bonnie and Bonnie and Clyde I guess.”
“I don’t know. Mexico?” The idea did sound kind of good and if she weren’t an FBI agent and she actually was just a bartender without many prospects for the future she would probably consider it. But there was another problem too. If Clutch really was doing a deal with Grigoryan and the Armenians there was a good chance he would be swept up in the sting too. “What’s this deal you’re talking about? Is it why you’ve been talking to Big Dave?”
“Yeah. It’s with his uncle. I have a feeling they’re going to try to fuck me on it too but I’ve got a plan.”
Shit. Now that she’d got to know the couple she didn’t want to see anything bad happen to them. But she also didn’t want to mess up anything that would get Grigoryan. A high-profile bust like that would break her career wide open. She wasn’t sure what to say now and all she could think of was, “That sounds dangerous.”
The conversation moved on, Rhonda talking about all the things she wanted to do in Mexico: learn to cook tacos, ride horses into the jungle, work on her spanish.
Eventually they stopped talking and the three of them made love there under the stars. They all orgasmed together, and soon Clutch and Rhonda were asleep next to her. Amber enjoyed the sex even more than the last time; the two were so giving and kind–not like she ever would have thought a swinging biker couple would be. She laid awake under the night sky for sometime, tossing from side to side, trying to sleep but her thoughts were racing, her brain
“I don’t want to,” Amber said. The party made her feel more open and rambunctious but this was so far outside her comfort zone it was in a different comfort galaxy. She realized she didn’t want to see Clutch and Rhonda in there fucking other people either. Maybe she was feeling possessive over them or something; she wasn’t really sure why she felt that way, but now it was clear in her mind and she said, “And I don’t want you to either.”
Rhonda didn’t seem to hear her and she was there at the edge looking on. A biker was pounding away at a girl doggy-style right in from of them now and the slap of his legs hitting her ass was loud enough for them to hear even over the noise of the crowd.
The scene wasn’t sexy to Amber and the feeling of wanting to leave it was even stronger now. She put her arms around Rhonda’s waist from behind and into her ear she said, “Babe, let’s go somewhere else.”
Rhonda turned around, her pupils large and dark. “Don’t you want to see me get fucked?”
“No, not like that. I really don’t.”
Rhonda threw herself forward and hugged her close. “You’re very sweet, you know that?” Then she turned to Clutch. “Hey, let’s get out of here.”
He thought for a moment then said, “I know where we can go.”
The spot was up at the top of a ridge and you could see for miles around by the light of the full moon. Clutch went over to the edge and let out a long, primal howl into the night.
They laid there on the blanket, looking up at the stars, the drug not affecting them as intensely now.
Rhonda said, “We should all take a trip together somewhere.”
“Where do you want to go?” Clutch asked.
“How about Mexico? I’ve never been there,” Rhonda said.
“You know, actually, I was thinking about going there soon and staying for awhile.”
“Really?” Rhonda said.
“Yeah. I have a deal coming up. A really big deal that could set us up forever. But it could bring down some heat afterwards and we’d need to get out of town for awhile. I’m kind of tired of the outlaw life anyway.”
This must be the deal with the Armenians, Amber thought.
“Wow,” Rhonda said. “That sounds awesome! Amber can come too. Do you want to? We could find some little town on the beach somewhere and hide out. It’ll be like Bonnie and Clyde. Well, like Bonnie and Bonnie and Clyde I guess.”
“I don’t know. Mexico?” The idea did sound kind of good and if she weren’t an FBI agent and she actually was just a bartender without many prospects for the future she would probably consider it. But there was another problem too. If Clutch really was doing a deal with Grigoryan and the Armenians there was a good chance he would be swept up in the sting too. “What’s this deal you’re talking about? Is it why you’ve been talking to Big Dave?”
“Yeah. It’s with his uncle. I have a feeling they’re going to try to fuck me on it too but I’ve got a plan.”
Shit. Now that she’d got to know the couple she didn’t want to see anything bad happen to them. But she also didn’t want to mess up anything that would get Grigoryan. A high-profile bust like that would break her career wide open. She wasn’t sure what to say now and all she could think of was, “That sounds dangerous.”
The conversation moved on, Rhonda talking about all the things she wanted to do in Mexico: learn to cook tacos, ride horses into the jungle, work on her spanish.
Eventually they stopped talking and the three of them made love there under the stars. They all orgasmed together, and soon Clutch and Rhonda were asleep next to her. Amber enjoyed the sex even more than the last time; the two were so giving and kind–not like she ever would have thought a swinging biker couple would be. She laid awake under the night sky for sometime, tossing from side to side, trying to sleep but her thoughts were racing, her brain
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