The head Goddess of the floor brought Amberleigh some ice and told her to go get cleaned up. That was certainly gonna leave a mark, and her face was still tender from that fucker Tio. At least Ebony had called a truce of sorts and slide down to the ground to check on her friend. She assured the other girl she was fine, and promised she would be back to the floor soon. She refused to let something like a busted lip knock her ass out the game.

                She took thirty minutes to ice up her face and then touch up her makeup before she was back out in all her glory. She got down to business doing moves horny pervs fantasized about the night after they took their kids to the circus. But here at this circus, perverts were welcomed and encouraged. Within reason anyway. Amberleigh heard rumors the club had underage workers, had seen some teenagers here and there, but didn’t want to believe the place, which had been so good to her was selling children for sex. That stuff was kept hush hush around here and she didn’t want to know about it. Out of sight out of mind.

She hoped those dark rumors weren’t true, but she knew they probably were. It sickened her by the mere thought. Amberleigh had been molested by one of her mother’s drugged out boyfriends before the state removed her from her mother’s custody. That was after a file as thick as a dictionary with complaints of abuse and neglect against Krystal Dupree, and her second overdose witnessed by her six-year-old daughter.

 The first time Amberleigh had just called the paramedics to save her mother’s life, the second time she had did as her mother had instructed her and shot that reversal drug up her mother’s nose. Mother always said no cops and she sure was pissed when the old lady from the apartment next door was the one to call for an ambulance that second time when she saw them in the stairwell of their shitty apartment building.

Amberleigh had found her mother there on the way to school that morning. Mother of the fuckin year hands down.

But tonight was a fuckin party and with glittery flakes of ecstasy raining down like snow on their heads, there was no room for such dark thoughts. Patrons stuck out their tongues to catch the flakes. It was the second gift from the Cobra Club tonight free of charge marking the exact time the club pulled in its first twenty grand opening night.

The same chick who had danced on the bar earlier was now totally naked spinning around in circles like a child in the rain with her head titled back and mouth opened wide. To help avoid their patron’s overdosing because people were dumb as fuck, the ecstasy wasn’t as potent as the shit sold in the Fringe. And well the club had medical personnel on hand just in case.

  About an hour after her return, Amberleigh caught the eye of a young man in a wheelchair as she was doing her human pretzel. By now Ebony had joined her back on the ground and was doing her ribbon dancing shit. And the bitch had stripped buck naked to do it. Amberleigh knew any second now one of the numerous marks salivating over her friend’s gorgeous physique would slip her a golden egg and then later their dick inside her moist, warm cunt. Because she could smell her friends arousal and see it leaving trails along the silk ribbon she slid back and forth between her legs.

The young man was with a group of friends drinking rich boy drinks and wearing designer labels and shoes that cost more than a year of rent back in the Fringe. While his buddies were laughing dancing up against  Goddesses and overall living their best lives, he looked tense by the way he pulled at the collar of his button down shirt and threw back the remainder of his drink in one go.

He was cute with a boyish face, and  black curls that probably drove the girls at his Ivy League school wild. And he had made eye contact with her more than once. She gave him a smile and a wink, he was definitely interested but didn’t seem to be about to make his move anytime soon.

Instead, his eyes went back down to the empty shot glass, at least until one of his friends bent down and said something to him. He squeezed his friend on the shoulder and made a motion around the room with his own shot glass, as if saying to pick one and lighten up. The young man with the empty glass shook his head.

Amberleigh knew a lack of confidence when she saw one. His friends were so confident and comfortable, outgoing even, while he was reserved and shy. It told Amberleigh he had probably never been in the club before, and/or the young man probably hadn’t been born with legs that didn’t work.

By his group of rowdy and attractive hotheaded friends it was unlikely they had been befriended the boy in the wheelchair who couldn’t keep up with them. Maybe she was wrong though, but she usually wasn’t wrong about such things. Not all rich people were heartless douche bags after all.

So she decided to do the kind and humane thing and reach out to the shy soul herself. She put on her best hip swaying and cut through the crowd towards him. The light haired one was shaking his friend and looked like a boy on Christmas morning as she approached. He seemed genuinely excited for his buddy that Amberleigh was stalking over.  It was kinda sweet actually, but his friend didn’t seem to share in the same hype. He almost looked ready to bolt.

The friend grinned at her like toddler who’d just found a stash of cookies when she reached them. He placed his hands on the other man’s shoulders and gave them a squeeze.

“Hey, what’s up girl. This is my buddy Ethan. He wants to fuck you but he’s too much of a pussy to ask you himself. I was just about to force his ass over there, but thanks for saving me the trouble.”

Amberleigh grinned and stooped down towards Ethan. “I saw you watching me Ethan. You want to taste the rainbow don’t you Ethan?”

“Oh fuck,” laughed the friend.

Ethan shot his friend an angry look. And for a moment she felt a bit guilty. Maybe he wasn’t into it after all. But no. The way the boy had undressed her with his eyes from across the room, he was very into it.

“I just came here to drink thanks. I have a fuckin girlfriend anyway.”

The friend elbowed him. “No one comes here just to drink dude! And don’t lie. Megan is a frigid stuck up bitch who keeps blowing you off while she fucks the polo team. Forget her man. This girl is limber and ready to let you taste the rainbow. Don’t be a pussy Ethan.”

Ethan exhaled loudly, the indecision on his face. Nothing like good old fashioned peer pressure.

“Hey how about I give you a little preview right here handsome? If you’re game of course. No pressure darlin’,” she said sweetly.

“Ok. Sure. Why the fuck not?”

“Yes! That’s what I fuckin talking about!” said the friend.

Amberleigh rubbed her nails through his curls, she had wanted to finger them since she first laid eyes on them anyhow. She spread her legs onto either side of his wheelchair and began to let the music control her body. She made a pass of her body against his, and as soon as she saw him start to relax, she grew bolder with her moves. 

The friend was cheering them both on it seemed and yelling for Ethan to tip her. He was shoving bills down her top himself. But Amberleigh kept eye contact on Ethan. Made him feel like the only man in that room as she gave him a lap dance.

His breathing grew harsh, his pulse quickened as her body touched against his. His pupils widened to take her all in. And she grinned at him when she felt his cock pressing against the fabric of his dark slacks.

“Oh fuck man! Go fuck this girl or I will,” his friend reached into Ethan’s jacket pocket and grabbed a golden egg out. He slid it down Amberleigh’s top. “Fuck him good. It’s been a while for my boy here. And it’s been a tough year.”

“It’s not been that long you fucker. Don’t act like I’m a fuckin virgin or some shit Lawrence,” argued Ethan.

Lawrence laughed at his friend’s expense while Amberleigh wondered how tough of a year it could have been for trust fund babies who never wanted for anything and never had to work a day in their life. It was nothing compared to having to dig through a garbage can for something to eat when you barely out of diapers, barefoot in winter, with bleeding cuts on your feet from a crack pipe you step on in the street.

But regardless, Amberleigh slide off his lap and placed a hand against Ethan’s cheek. “Oh I will take good care of him don’t you worry. Come with me darlin’.”

Ethan said nothing else but followed her from the Rainbow Room while Lawrence yelled things after them about fucking her right. He rolled his eyes and his chair along, not dignifying his inebriated friend with a response.

The golden egg in Amberleigh’s hand worked like currency around here, and had already paid for it like poker chips at the start of the night. The costumer always paid upfront around here. Of course tonight his egg had been free or half price depending on his status at the club. She doubted he was a VIP, but his friend was probably a regular.

Amberleigh could sense he was still a bit apprehensive and uncomfortable, so she took him to the first available private room she could find. Once inside the room, she offered him some wine to try and take the edge off. Poor boy was still nervous she could tell.

She bent down to his eyelevel, “We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with handsome. How about I get us started?”

He nodded as he sipped the wine in his hand. “I don’t usually do this shit. I mean pay for this. I don’t have trouble getting laid despite what that prick led you to believe.”

She nodded and smiled at him. “Of course you don’t. You’re hot as fuck. I sure you have no trouble getting the ladies.”

He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt halfway down. He was sweating. She considered offering him a massage but got the vibe he wasn’t ready for that just yet.

She took the drink from his hand and drank it down herself. At least that coaxed a smile from his lips. She sat the drink on the marble nightstand near the bed.

“Tell you what, I’ll give you a private show. Then you can decide how far we take this and what we do. And if you want to taste the rainbow then, you won’t hear me complain. Or I would be more than happy to taste yours sugar.”

He took off his suit jacket and threw it on the bed before he removed his buttondown shirt. He was now in just a sweaty, cotton tee. Amberleigh licked her lips by the sight of the fabric clinging deliciously to his tight torso. Then finally a devilish grin erupted on his face.

 “Sound like a reasonable plan. Do your worst, but I warn you, I’m not easy to please.”

“Challenge accepted.”

Amberleigh got down to business. He would be singing her praises before the night was through.