Rebel Chasers

by Carmen Faye

  “Yeah,” Neil agreed, “But I’ve been working with Blu Rayne for a few months now and making mixes. We think we’re ready to try out something a little new.”

  “Yeah? Sydney asked.

  “Well then,” Shayla told him, “We did you a favor, how about doing us one and taking us with you? Let us go in with you so we don’t have to stand in that half-a-block long line to hear this new sound?”

  “I’m going to be there from nine until midnight,” he said as a slight warning.

  “That sounds perfect,” Sydney replied. “Please?”

  “Yeah,” he said at last, looking from one to the other. “Alright. Be ready at eight-thirty, and I’ll pick you up with the trike.”

  “Yes!” Sydney hissed with glee, pumping her fist in the air.

  “Thank you,” Shayla said, and kissed his lips this time. Not to be outdone, Sydney kissed him as soon as Shayla was out of the way.

  They both backed away from him then and headed to the stairs leading into their home. “See you Wednesday!” they called back to him.

  And he watched them go up the stairs. He actually saw them—Sydney and Shayla. No amount of flirting had ever resulted in that level of attention from him before. No open robe, no lingerie, nothing. All they did was expose their honest desire to be with him, and wham, there he was.

  “God, did you see the way he was looking at us?” Shayla asked breathlessly as she closed the door behind them.

  “He didn’t look at me like that when I was in lingerie, which was very depressing by the way.” Sydney told her, and then added, “Shay, if you don’t take me to bed and fuck me right now, I’ll never forgive you.”

  Shayla stepped closer to her best friend until they were almost touching noses, “And if all you do is just fuck me, Syd, I’ll never forgive you. I need you right now. I need you like a lover.”

  Sydney nodded, a slight shiver going through her as she said, “Me too, Shay. I didn’t want to say it, because it sounds so lezy, but me too. What are we going to do? We both want him.”

  “I don’t know,” Shayla said, putting her hands into Sydney’s hair and kissing her. “I really don’t know. I do know I love you. I love you more than anyone.”

  “That’s what hurts, Shay!” Sydney shouted in a tearful whisper. “I love you too. It was supposed to always be me and you. Always!”

  “It always well be,” Shayla told her.

  “How?” Sydney cried.

  Shayla slowly shook her head and kissed her again, and then kissed her more deeply until Sydney wrapped her arms around her and embraced her. They parted each other’s lips with their tongues and explored their bodies with their hands. Slowly they removed one another’s clothing, followed by their bras. Shayla took Sydney’s hand and led her back into the bedroom, where they finished undressing and crawled back into bed with each other, getting under the covers and soothing each other into warm passion.

  “He looked at me, at us, when we were coming up the stairs. He looked like he wanted babies with us too,” Sydney said as they cuddled and caressed one another. “You were so right.”

  “Right?”

  “Yeah, about being real with him. That’s what he wants. He wants us. Like we were before we became party pussies. He sees us. He sees right through all the flirting and the bullshit, and he likes what he sees. I saw that in his eyes as were going up the stairs.”

  Shayla nodded her head and nuzzled Sydney’s neck. “Yeah, you don’t have babies with a party pussy.”

  “He takes us seriously. When was the last time someone took us seriously? Like we mattered?” Sydney asked as she cupped Shayla’s breast and sucked on her nipple.

  Shayla ran her hand through Sydney’s fine blond hair, moaning softly, and replied, “Jacques. Jacques took us seriously. At least it felt like he did.”

  Jacques was the president of the Devil Knights before he was killed in a hit and run on the freeway three months ago. He was an older man, probably close to fifty, but still an attractive man. She and Sydney often joked about doing him together, and she wondered now if they were really joking.

  “You know? Neil’s a lot like Jacques was. Same kind of man really,” Shayla mused softly, and her voice dissolved into small mewls to indicate the pleasure Sydney was giving her breast.

  Sydney let her nipple fall from her lips. “Yeah, I know what you mean. Same easy-going way, but you feel protected, like you matter to him.” Then she nipped at Shayla’s lower lip and French kissed her. She put her hand between Shayla’s thighs, finding her hard clit and rubbing it sensually.

  “God, baby, I am so fucking turned on,” Shayla moaned. “I’m going to come so fast. Please, don’t rush it. I want to be like this for a long time, alright?”

  “Yes,” Sydney moaned as she straddled Shayla’s thigh and began rubbing her clit against Shayla’s perfect leg. “God yes,” she moaned, grinding against Shayla a little more deeply.

  “Oh Syd,” Shayla groaned. “Come with me, please?”

  “Fuck yes.”

  Their orgasms were pure releases of agonies long endured. Their hips pressed into each other and their hands gripped together as they held on, shuddering violently from the waves of passion. They harmonized with each other, filling the room with moans of ecstasy.

  Shayla recovered first and lowered herself to suck and tease Sydney’s breasts.

  “God Shay, look what that man does to us,” Sydney breathed.

  Shayla kissed down her friend’s abs, getting between her thighs.

  “Shay? Shay? Are you going to—? Oh, Shay, yes. Yes please,” Sydney begged with anticipation.

  They didn’t do this often. In fact, Shayla could recall only three times in the last two years of their discovering sex with each other that she had gone down on Sydney.

  The first time was induced from the Ecstasy drug. They were so fucking hot that anything was okay. Anything.

  The second time was New Year’s, after both of their cocks-for-the-night passed out on them. They were pretty drunk themselves and entered into the bedroom together, leaving the men out in the living room to sleep it off. That was a really good night between them, one that Shayla remembers with deep fondness. They did some coke and enjoyed each other until after sunrise. Sydney told her that morning that she could finally understandlesbians. Neither of them thought of each other as lesbian, because they would really rather be fucking a nice cock than being with each other. But Shayla agreed, understanding exactly what Sydney meant. She could picture, after that night, reaching a point with Sydney where cock wouldn’t be all that important any more.

  The third time was the week after they both met Neil. He came over three times that week for deliveries, and after the first visit, both of them lost interest in bringing home a man for a one night stand. They were still sleeping in their own rooms up until then. And it was after Neil’s third visit that they came home from a call-girl party, and Sydney followed her into her room and began kissing her. They were both seriously worked up, neither of them having had sex for over a week—which was a long time for them.

  Since that night, they slept in Shayla’s bed. Their sex was more like mutual masturbation, really. Quickies with fingers and thighs before going to sleep, and maybe a quickie in the morning.

  Right now, though, Shayla wanted to spend a couple of hours with Sydney. The afternoon was young and the phones wouldn’t start ringing until probably after six. So they had time and she wanted it all.

  She teased Sydney with her lips and tongue until her best friend was writhing and begging, then she licked and sucked her clit. Slowly, sensuously, feeling Sydney’s orgasm building up in her, loving the way her thighs quivered and the urgency of her moans. Just before she was sure Sydney was going to come, she put two fingers into her and began fucking her mercilessly while licking her clit as hard as she could.

  “Shay! Oh god, Shay! Shit! I’m coming! Fuck!”

  After calming down in her after-glow, Sydney returned the favor and s
ent Shayla into a wild and gripping climax.

  Now embracing, nose to nose and kissing lightly, Sydney asked, “Shay? If he was here right now, would you share him with me?”

  Shayla lifted an eyebrow. “You mean like, all three of us?”

  “Yes, exactly like that.” Sydney nodded.

  They had never talked about a threesome before. No cock-for-the-night was interesting enough to both of them to want that, and certainly not important enough to ask the other to give him a special. What came to mind, though, was being outside with Neil today, with her arms around his waist and Sydney holding on to him from the other side, and both of them kissing him. It felt perfect. Even natural. There was no jealousy or wishing she was alone with him without Sydney being there.

  “Yes, Syd,” Shayla told her. “I think I would.”

  “What about—” Sydney started, and then stopped, biting her lip.

  “Syd, this is me, baby. Go on,” she said softly, and gave her a kiss.

  “What about more than a night? What about like, with babies?” Sydney asked shyly.

  “You mean, both of us, being with him? Like really with him? Exclusive?” Shayla asked.

  “Hell, Shay, we’re already exclusive with him, only without him,” Sydney pointed out. “You said you were going to go find a cock tonight, but I knew you were lying and you knew it, too.”

  Shayla nodded in agreement to this, “Yeah. I was just really frustrated when you said you wanted babies with him.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I was going to say that and chickened out,” Shayla admitted.

  “He’s not just a guy, Shay.”

  “No,” agreed Shayla.

  “He’s not just a cock-for-the-night either.”

  “No,” she agreed again.

  “We’re fucked.”

  “Yes,” she said with a rub of her nose on Sydney’s.

  “If I’m going to be fucked, I want it to be with you.”

  Shayla looked deeply into her friend’s eyes, searching, and then said, “Party’s over, isn’t it?”

  “Yep,” Sydney agreed. “About time, too. If we both get back to school, we can still get our degrees before we’re thirty while also being with a man who really matters to us. That is, if we can get him. God, Shay, what if he doesn’t want us?”

  “That’s not what I saw in his eyes today. Not after we were just Shay and Syd with him, instead of party pussies looking for a good time with the new guy,” Shayla told her.

  “I know it’s weird, and it kind of weirds me out,” Sydney replied, “But I would be really happy being with you and him. Together.”

  Shayla was surprised to hear herself say, “Me too, baby, me too.” And even more surprised when she realized it was true.

  Passion welled up inside Sydney’s eyes and she pushed Shayla back onto the bed, kissing her furiously. “Thank god, Shay! I love you so much!”

  CHAPTER THREE

  Sydney felt the change in them right away, but by Wednesday it was obvious. Dealing cocaine was never meant to be a long-term thing. They both agreed on that when they started. A year of it, maybe two. Have a lot of fun, fuck some bikers, go to parties, and enjoy their youth. Then back to school for their degrees.

  They had always been sure of what they wanted together, even back in high school. In their senior year they decided that they would both get MBA’s and learn enough about investing to start building up a mutual fund for retirement. After they graduated, they would find someone with a good idea in the field of new energy. That’s where the money was, and that’s where the future was as well. They would invest into the idea and build a company.

  Every time they got together after that, they both had clippings and web sites to look at and discuss together. They had files of notes on a shared cloud drive, with comments and links to supporting web pages and articles. Sure, they went to parties and had the occasional guy, but they were focused and, looking back on it now, they were a lot happier too. They were going to build something. What she remembered most about those days was that they were never, ever bored.

  Monday, when Neil took them for the ride, he parked down at the beach and looked over that the port docks. “See that building there?” he said, and pointed to what looked like a large warehouse.

  “Yeah?” Sydney asked.

  “My dad helped build that. And that dock right there. And he helped fix that one after the hurricane hit.”

  The way he said it was like is dad was immortal now, because he built something that lasted after his death. It was cool.

  Nothing lasted in a cocaine deal. There was nothing to point to with pride and say, “I did that.” Certainly nothing her children might look at, like Neil looked at those docks.

  Tuesday, both of them had their laptops open for the first time in months, and they were checking on the coming semester. They left school the right way, filling out the forms for a leave of absence and keeping their fees paid up so they could come back without penalty. They were both a semester away from their Bachelor’s in business. They talked over their plans again, and Sydney discussed leaning more toward marketing. Shayla thought that would be a good idea. One of them should have a good handle on that. Shayla told her that she would lean more toward legal.

  They looked over their mutual funds and decided that they had really slacked off. They went through a ton of fucking money over the last year, buying jewelry, eating out at high-cost restaurants, taking cabs, and hiring limos.

  “That’s actually kind of disgusting,” Shayla said, eying the bottom line of their shared investments.

  “Yeah, you’re right,” Sydney agreed while massaging her friend’s neck. She kissed her cheek. “We’ll go back in the fall and stay focused from here on out. This is a business, and we’ve been fucking around with it too long. A couple of months, though, with serious attention, and we’ll at least have tuition and a bit of a nest egg.”

  Shayla nodded and rubbed Sydney’s leg with a casual familiarity that said, “I love you.”

  Wednesday they were counting and banding up $40,000 for two kilos of cocaine that Neil would be bringing over. They were both showered and dressed in casual business attire after a loving session of morning sex. Shayla was wearing light makeup with some nice earrings and a gold chain with a diamond pendent just between her cleavage. She looked like someone who took her life seriously. She still looked hot, and very sexy, but she was definitely not party pussy.

  When Neil knocked on the door they both answered it together and hugged him like they did on Monday, then kissed his cheeks.

  “How are you, Neil? Ready for tonight?” Sydney asked as she walked away toward the kitchen to get him a beer.

  “I’ll take that,” Shayla told him once he was inside and the door was closed, accepting the case with the two kilos inside.

  Neil studied them more intently than he ever had before, and she was sure he liked what he saw.

  “Yeah, I’m ready,” he answered, accepting the beer. “I don’t get stage fright much. You do what you do, as best as you can, and don’t believe your own press.”

  Shayla looked up at him a moment. “Neil? How long are you going to be running drugs like this?”

  “Not much longer. Anton, our current president—let’s just say I don’t like the direction the club is turning. I’m not even sure I’m going to stay with them, to be honest,” Neil confessed.

  Shayla lifted an eyebrow in interest, but her eyes widened with something closer to concern. “What’s different?” Neil took a long drink from his beer and seemed to decide that Shayla was seriously interested. “It’s not really a motorcycle club anymore. The whole focus now is on the drugs, and on pushing them. If you’re not working the cocaine out into the streets, then you aren’t really a member anymore—at least that’s the way it feels; that’s the way Anton acts.”

  Shayla nodded thoughtfully and then began testing the first kilo of cocaine for purity. This was something that Jacques told them
always to do, and he had trained them on what to look for. He told them to always weigh it and always test for purity if you wanted to keep your clients. “It’s a buyer’s market here in Miami,” Jacques had told them. “Always keep that in mind. You only get one chance. After that, they’ll never call you again.”

  While Shayla ran the tests, Sydney weighed the other kilo. After a moment, they both looked at each other.

  “I’m short,” Sydney said.

  “I’m at fifty percent,” Shayla replied. “How short?”

  “Ten grams.”

  “I’m going to test again. Test that one,” Shayla told her.