(even when i'm not updating i'm still writing🙂ENJOY) (y'all know damn well i didn't proofread😂)
Amber laid flat on her back as her girlfriend Jamie laid on top of her, breathing heavily from the good sex she just received from her girlfriend of a year.
Amber was gay but it wasn't something she shared with people. Her friends knew and that's all that matter. She didn't have time to beat somebody ass from the backlash from her decision.
"You good ma?" Amber laughed as she looked down and saw her girl's hair stuck to her head as she breathed excessively.
"Fuck you. You fucked me good today baby." Jamie leaned up and kissed Amber's soft lips.
"Cause that's what I do." She said cockily as she rubbed Jamie's exposed and tatted back.
That's how they met at the damn tattoo parlor. Jamie had came to actually get a tat done by Gee being that he was good with black and white but he was running late that day so Amber decided it was good for the business to entertain her while she waited. They talked about everything under the sun like they were old pals.
Jamie was beautiful. Reminding people of Kehlani in a sense of a way. She was light skin with tats all over. Her voice was soft but kinda raspy and she stood 5'1 to Amber's 5'3.
"Any damn ways cocky ass." Jamie laughed at her girlfriend showcasing the gold dollar sign diamond she had. Amber hated that damn thing but after Jamie's overly sensitive ass complained it was fashion she had no choice but to accept the damn tooth jewelry.
"You work today?"
"Yes. I go in at 10." Jamie worked as bottle girl down at the strip club.
She wasn't even checking for those niggas that occupied the club but since the job required her to wear the tight spandex shorts with a bralette that said Juicy's across the breasts and the ass those thirsty ass niggas assumed she was a stripper or something.
Jamie didn't have the body like Syn with the big tits and the ass to match but Amber liked to say her baby was a natural beauty with B cup titties and a little booty. Them niggas at the club didn't care. All they saw was a pretty face and thought she was like the rest of the bitches at the club; down to fuck for a buck.
In the beginning, Amber didn't fuck with her girls profession so she often went down to the strip club and hid in the back, ready to pop off if anybody fucked with her girl. After awhile with constant reassurance from Jamie, Amber didn't mind it.
"Cool cool."
Amber tapped Jamie's bottom signaling for her to move on her side of the king bed so she could go start them a bath. Minutes later, Jamie waltzed her ass into the bathroom carrying two facecloths and towels along with a bottle of red wine.
"Mm this feels so good babe." Jamie said as she laid her head on Amber's chest.
Amber began to kiss her girl's neck, trying to go for their fourth round since last night.
Knock knock knock!
"What the hell?" Amber groaned as she stepped out the tub and wrapped up in her red short robe as Jamie did the same except hers was black. They moved towards the front door both ready to cuss somebody out for running their date.
"It's Kal."
Amber snatched the door open and stared at her best friend since she joined Tatted Up.
"Let me in nigga." He joked as he pushed past Amber's small frame.
"Can we help yo bean head ass?"
"Ooh shit was I interrupting something? Can I watch?" He teased.
"Ugh lemme know when his ass is gone." Jamie rolled her brown eyes and walked to the back room.
It was no denying she couldn't stand Kal's ass. He just rubbed her the wrong way and he always tried to make Amber apart of whatever trouble he seemed to be in. She didn't like anybody playing when it came to her girl so she just disliked Kal for those reasons.
Besides he acted like he had a problem with her since she came into the picture. The only thing the two shared was their love for Amber.
"What's up man?" Amber asked as she took a seat.
"Look I'm in a bind."
"Which is what?" She returned nonchalantly.
"I uh need to borrow ten stacks."
"Ten stacks?! Nigga what the hell is wrong with yo ass? The fuck would I have that type of money laying around for?!" Amber had a bad temper and Kal was pushing it.
"Look you know I sold on the side from this tatting shit. So I had got some kilos from Monty since he back in business and all. The nigga said since he was in a good mood I could pay half then give him the rest later. I'm out at the club and this nigga ran up on me asking for his leftover ten grand."
"Nigga you don't need my damn money if you have half to pay him the first time."
"C'mon Amb I swear imma pay you back. This nigga and his crew dangerous in these streets. I gotta feeling they might kill my black ass if I don't pay up." He spoke with sincerity in his eyes.
For once, the sweet Amber was gone out the door. She honestly was so sick of Kal and his ass. Anytime he was in a bind and needed help instead of going to his homeboys he went straight to her. She remembered one time he said he needed twenty stacks for new tatting equipment and came back with new car. It was evident he pushed her over and didn't care cause he knew she would come through for his black ass.
"I ain't got it." She said.
"What? Amber you really ain't gone help me man? We been best friends since you came to the shop!" He said with shock on his face.
His expression was priceless. He didn't expect to come over here and leave empty handed. He had figured his bestie would look out for him like she always did.
"You gotta get yourself outta this one baby." She said as she stood and moved to the front door to open it.
Kal moved slow to the front door and looked back at her and into her eyes before saying,
"If I die it's your fault shorty."
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Sheesh yall🤭I finally gave y'all a bit of Amber's story and introduced a possible new character Jamie.
Also gave a lil brief something on Kal since I don't write about him too much but his chapter is coming soon😏
Question: How do y'all feel about Amber not giving him the money? Do you think she just got tired and said no? Lemme know your opinions.
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