Taboo Unchained(33)
“No,” Audra snaps, stepping forward, her entire body quivering with anger. “You're going to get your ass up in … ” Audra trails off and looks questioningly at me. Her eyebrows come up into a 'V', asking silently what room I want to send Mrs. Braxton to.
“The room with the hideous wallpaper,” I say, and I know the bitch knows what I'm talking about. We've had discussions about removing it. Sometimes, playing the interior designer for my other clients starts to rub off on me. I have very strong ideas about décor. “Change your clothes, lie down, and touch yourself. If I even get a fucking glimpse of you out of that room, I'm leaving and never coming back.” Apparently this a strong threat for Mrs. Braxton, and she swallows an unsteady breath before nodding.
“Oh, and don't forget – your usual fee is double this time.” I stare at Audra who's smiling wide, baring her teeth like a feral animal. “I have to get paid, too.” Clarice doesn't question her words, just stumbles off in a pair of pink stilettos and climbs back in her red Mercedes. I watch her pull away, my demons roiling around inside of me.
“You have to get paid, too?” I echo, my voice strangely calm. Audra turns around and hits the button on the trunk, letting it pop open with a sigh. I turn slowly, watching her carefully. My eyes take in the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips, the perfect roundness of her ass. I'd like to flip her over, fuck her right on top of Mark's plastic wrapped body, but there's no time. We'll be lucky if we can get a shallow hole in before Mrs. Braxton comes out looking for us.
I step up beside Audra and help her heft the body out, walking backwards into the trees until I find a spot of dirt that feels soft beneath my feet. It's far enough from the gravel path that nobody should accidentally stumble upon it or try to plant anything in its place. Audra and I set Mark's body at the base of a massive oak tree before I go back for the shovel. When I return, she's leaning against the tree, watching me. Her tight black dress has ridden scandalously up, reminding me that I wasn't finished with that perfect body, that hot mouth, that deliciously tight cunt.
Audra smiles tightly as I ram the head of the shovel into the dirt. My instincts were right – as they often are – and the earth gives way easily to the metal, spreading open like Audra's creamy thighs. Fuck, Lucas Carter, get a hold of yourself. I fling dirt her way and enjoy the crinkle of her nose when it hits her feet.
“And here I was, thinking you'd forgotten to bring a shovel. You're awfully well prepared for this, Lucas. One might think you'd done this sort of thing before.”
“One might think,” I begin, digging as deep and as quickly as I can. The early morning sun is peeking through the trees, mocking us with bright fingers of orange and yellow. “That you'd shut your mouth and realize how damn lucky you are that Mrs. Braxton has the intelligence of a cow.” I keep my voice calm, but I can feel my soul cracking in two. Fucking Audra isn't going to be enough tonight. Much as I want to kick Clarice to the curb, I need one of my clients to get me through this. Audra is an enigma, a woman who riles me up and enrages me to the point where I start to make mistakes. Right now, that could prove to be a fatal concoction. I need someone whose boundaries I know. I hope the need will make it easier to fuck Mrs. Braxton again, make it feel less like a chore.
“Oh, like anyone would guess we had a corpse in the trunk.” Audra pushes away from the tree and comes to stand on my left side, away from the growing pile of dirt. I try my best to ignore the sweat beginning to bead on my forehead and back. I hate sweating.
“If she'd decided to press matters, whether she knew about the body or not would become irrelevant. We'd have had to find somewhere else to bury him. Do you have any bright ideas, Miss Holiday?” She doesn't answer, and I press on, letting the anger simmer like coals. If I keep blowing on it, keep it burning low and hot, maybe it won't explode and destroy anyone? “Need I remind you that this is your fault.”
“You gave me the idea,” she hisses, getting too close to me. I can't take it. I step away and thrust the shovel at her, enjoying the way she fumbles to catch it in her grip. Audra scowls at me. “You were going to kill Mark, right there in my living room.”
“No, I was not,” I say as Audra steps up to the hole and continues where I left off. She isn't nearly as efficient as I am, so I only allow her a few scoops to realize how hard this is before I take back over. “I had a momentary lapse, but I also had a plan. I was going to take him to the alley behind the strip club and dump him. There are no security cameras, and it's dead back there during the day. When night fell, someone would have found him and called the cops, but do you think they'd try very hard to figure out what happened to a loser like this?”