Emery said nothing. She turned her head away, pissed and took another swig of beer.
Kym grew impatient. “What the fuck is this about?”
Emery glared at me, her face begging me not to tell.
“Nothin’ she’s already agreed to do as I say. She can’t go back on it or things could get… slow and painful.”
Emery’s eyes narrowed before she hung her head, returning to complacent, defeated. Again, I wondered how far she’d go. Was she who she said she was? At times, I thought so. Or was she out to get me and mine? I’d witnessed her fire for a brief moment before it flickered out again. I didn’t understand a girl who wanted to die but wouldn’t pull the trigger. Taking another toke, I craved her fire, knowing if you play with fire, you’re bound to be burned.
Kym caressed my arm. “If she’s never been with a woman before, Amun’ll know something’s up. He’ll kill all of us, after he tortures us of course.”
“What would you suggest?” I grinned like the chestire cat, knowing where this situation headed.
“Why don’t I show her a thing or two, get her comfortable.”
“Guess we need to rehearse then?” My serious eyes met Emery’s. “You and Kym are going to give me a show,” I ordered. I’d fuck them both after. I was the luckiest man on two legs.
She stalled, “Sure, but I’m going to need another beer.”
I started to get up to get her one. Kym beat me to it with a sly smile on her face. I sat back down and watched Kym behind Emery’s back. She opened the bag of cocaine and spiked her beer with it. I kept my mouth shut, it wouldn’t kill her to loosen up and live a little before she died. Kym sat the beer back in front of Emery and she passed her the joint. We laughed as she choked the first few tries.
Kym put her hand under the table, on Emery’s thigh. “So, you’ve never been with a woman before?”
“No, never.” Emery turned to me. “Never been with any man except my husband and Johnny here.” She sipped the beer, noticing nothing strange.
“Johnny, you sly dog. I thought you were bringing me a working girl,” Kym hooted. She was higher than a stoned moon. “You’ve brought me a treat. Now girl, what’s your name?”
“Rachel.” Emery thought enough to lie, only adding to my suspicions about her.
Kym flitted dreamy eyes as she toked on her third joint. “Now Rachel, I’m going to show you what a woman can do.”
Emery mimicked a deer in headlights. “I’m not finished with my beer.”
“You can finish it while I show you.” Kym slipped under the table. Emery’s face flowed through a range of emotions as her eyes latched onto mine as if they were hands to hold. I couldn’t help but get excited thinking about what was happening to her, but damn, I wanted to see it myself. Before I knew it Kym’s hand was in my crotch too, and she had my dick in her mouth in record time. Kym was a professional. They say if you want something done right, you go to one and a hooker is no exception. I came down her throat in no time.
Kym wiped at her mouth with a wink, handing me the bag of cocaine. “Gonna need you to play Amun.”
I debated whether I could get up in the morning if I snorted a line. We had a big day ahead of us but it’d also been a while. The cocaine beat sleep. It burned my nose, my throat, my eyes, and I blinked wondering if it wasn’t laced with something else as the rush hit me like a ton of bricks. The thought floated away. I barely noticed Kym take Emery to the bed. Bitch had done given me drugs, thinking it’d keep me at bay while she played with Emery herself. Emery was on her knees on the bed looking clueless but complacent as Kym seductively stripped, removing her skirt and tube top. Keeping her heels on, she crawled toward Emery, her firm ass a fine sight. She began to unbutton Emery’s shirt. Emery blinked unmoving, and I knew Kym was right about loosening her up for tomorrow.
“Em, Rachel, Amun’s gonna know if you’re not into it. You need to just go with the flow,” I coached her.
Kym petted Emery’s face like a child. “We give him a good show tomorrow night, and I’ll make sure he fucks me first. Man only has one dick. Then Johnny here will bust in and kill him before he gets to you. I know you don’t want him to fuck you. It’s the worst part of my job. He’s an evil man. He’s got no love or passion and uses me hard. You wouldn’t be able to take what he does to me. If I’d ever refused him, I’d be dead. We are killing a bad man.”
Emery leaned her head over to let Kym kiss her neck. My cock sprang to life again. Kym slipped Emery’s shirt off her shoulders and studied the scars on her body before she kissed her on the lips tenderly. That was a woman for you, always wanting to make love.