Author's Note
For all of those who read and enjoyed Free Gravy a.k.a. Amber the bubbly blonde from marketing, here is another short, slice of life sequel with Amber and Dani. In stark contrast to the first tale, this one is pretty much all fucking.
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Amber from Marketing, Social Justice Warrior
Six A.M. dammit, but I recognized the ringtone, so I picked up.
"Hi, Daniii."
"Amber, do you know what time—"
I didn't get to finish.
"Dani, you've got to help me."
"We're isolated, hon. Pride Prom's been canceled. The animal shelter's off limits. I'm getting my groceries delivered these days. I don't know—"
"That's just it Dani. Socio-economic disparity."
"Socio... Wha—?"
"Why should the part-time workers, the people who deliver your groceries, Dani, why should they be taking all the risks while we sit comfortably in our castles working from home?"
I wouldn't exactly call my condo a castle. I mean it's nice and all, but—
"It's not fair and we need to do something about it."
I sat up and propped a pillow against my headboard. "Amber honey, I'm a software developer. If these folks need a tweak to their supply chain program because of new tax rates, I'm your gal, but other than that..."
"Masks."
"Masks?"
"Help me make some masks, Dani. Give these front-line workers the protection they need in the time of crisis. Don't make them go out there risking infection for minimum wage."
Ask not what your grocery delivery driver can do for you, but what you can do for your grocery delivery driver. Amber, you should have gone into politics.
"Amber, honey..."
"Switch over to FaceTime."
"What?"
"Just do it."
I did.
There was Amber's smiling face. She had her blonde hair pulled up into a cute little pony tail high up on her head that made her look a little like a Muppet. But, one of the adorable girl Muppets. Not that I'm into Muppets.
My Amber Muppet was wearing glasses.
And nothing else.
"Am—" was all I could manage of her name before my jaw fell in my lap.
"Dani, listen to me." Amber was saying this as she sat there, apparently perched at the breakfast bar where we once shared a delicious dinner of her creation. But, this time she was topless and was actively engaged in caressing her nipples to make them stand at attention.
I propped my cell up on my nightstand, switched to speaker phone and listened the best I could.
"Dani. You have a sewing machine."
"Umm."
I did. It was my grandmother's.
"I have yards and yards of fabric that's been donated. I have elastic. I have patterns that show you exactly how to sew the masks."
"Umm."
"Dani, do you need some time to take care of your needs?"
That snapped me back to reality. "What?"
"Dani, everybody does it. It's healthy. If you want to pet your kitty while you ogle my boobies then go ahead."
Tempting. Kitty does need some love.
"Jesus, Amber."
"Religion has nothing to do with it, Dani. If you want to finger yourself while I play with my tits, just let me know."
"It's six in the morning, Amber." But I did let my hand gravitate toward the vintage gym shorts I put on before bed last night.
"Morning sex is so good, Dani."
What happened to my girlfriend during quarantine? Had she been abducted by aliens and transformed into a cybernetic sexbot or something?
"Amber I... Do you always do this when you want something?"
We hadn't been dating that long, she could... probably did... have a few secrets.
"Dani, listen to me. I know I've got great tits. Girls check me out. Boys check me out. Great tits come in very handy in my line of work. So I figure why not use what I've got?"
I swallowed hard. "Amber, how many people have you uhh..."
"How many people have I shown my boobies to? Not many. There was this boy in high school while I was still in denial about my sexuality. That was, meh. But, then in college—"
"You know what? Forget it. I shouldn't have asked. Who you undress for is your business."
"Dani?"
"Um, yeah?"
"Are you going to pet the kitty or do you want to know more about how we're going to be making the masks?"
I pushed my shorts to the side. Didn't even bother to take them off, just moved the gaping leg opening enough to gain access.
"Amber?"
"Dani?"
"Would you mind licking your finger so I can imagine my tongue is circling—"
I didn't even get the words out of my mouth by the time Amber had swallow her right index finger to the second knuckle. She tossed her head back as she slowly pulled it out again. There was a low moaning coming from my phone.
Holy crap, my girlfriend's a high-priced stripper! She never said how she paid her way through college. Maybe...
Maybe she was, maybe she wasn't. Maybe I didn't care. I slid my hand higher up my thigh. Kitty sure didn't care. She was purring.
Amber was still moaning as she slowly dragged her moistened finger down over her throat and past the notch of her collarbone.
"Daniii." Her moaning had turned to a single, sultry, drawn out whisper of my name.
I plunged my finger in.