Friday, November 23, 2012
Black Friday Deals...
Cami sipped from the cup in one hand, inwardly praising the Java Huts private stash of tea leaves and circled today’s purchase with the other. She couldn’t believe yesterday was Thanksgiving and today, Black Friday.
“Ahhhh, thank Lupa,” Ziva moaned, gulping down the coffee waiting for her before even getting her ass in the chair. “Now why the hell do you have me here so early, Cami?”
“Please, I know you’ve been up for at least an hour…it is Black Friday.”
“Of course I have…gifts to get, deals to find and this year we have the thrill of bartering here in The Peak, along with the new Talbies.”
Cami chuckled at the whipped cream mustache her sister sported and handed her a napkin. “That’s just why I asked you here, Ziva.” She adjusted the paper so the boldly circled item could be seen on the other side of the table. “Who has that?” She asked, pointing out the coveted gift.
“I couldn’t tell ya.”
“Come on, Z. You owe me.”
“How do you figure that?”
“Yesterday?” Cami crossed her arms and stared down her sister. “I let you catch the turkey.”
“The scat you did. I caught that fair and square…you were too slow and clumsy.”
“Nope, I was waiting for you and Nick to come around the corner and I intentionally took him out. You’re welcome. Now pay up…who has that?”
Cami watched Ziva run yesterday’s turkey hunt over in her head to make sure she was the rightful winner.
She also recognized the exact moment her sister remembered seeing Cami ahead of her.
“…Damn. Next year I’m kicking your mangy, kennel cough ass.”
The flush of red spread over her face just as it did whenever anyone in her circle brought up her foolish illness. “That has gone away, thank you…now give me the information I want.”
“I really can’t, Cami. All those items came in anonymously via the gazettes website. They’ll all be at the high school gym waiting to be bartered for or purchased.”
“Why do you want that item anyway?” Her sister leaned in close, sure to smell the hint of unease Cami knew she was putting off.
“No specific reason just that it would be cool.” Cami gathered up her paper and purse, preparing to head over to the school. She didn’t want Ziva to inspect her too closely or she’d be forced to spill her guts on her real needs.
“Oh no you don’t…”
“Leave it alone, Z.”
“No way…there’s a reason you want that,” Ziva growled, pointing at the object of Camis’ fascination. “And I want to know what it is.”
“It’s nothing…I mean, who wouldn’t want one.” Cami spun on her heel and raced to the door. Ziva stayed in her seat drinking coffee with a smirk on her face. Hopefully, she’d find the holder of her needs before her sister could catch up. She didn’t need any more scat from the alpha bitch of their family.
Leo had been so sure his product would be quite the sought after piece that he’d be beating back the throng with his single-tail whip. Little did he know? There was not a single person at or around his booth. Neither barter nor Talby crossed his palm.
Who wouldn’t want an invisible cloak?
Apparently, most, if not all, of the Talbot’s Peak residents if the crickets echo was any indication. At least he’d brought along his canine anatomy book to study up on all of the sensitive spots on a wolf. Once he and Cami got down to playing, he would be ready to provide the exquisite pleasure/pain she required.
“Ohmygawd.” The breathless pant tingled down his spine and dug into the lower vertebrae, so close to his balls. “You haven’t sold it yet, have you…the, the cloak, do you still have it?”
Why would his love, his sweet submissive feel she needed to be invisible? And what exactly would she barter away to get it?
“You’re in luck, Cami Ann,” he said, dropping the book into his lap and looking into her shocked face. “But what will you trade me for it?”
Wouldn’t you freaking know it. The person she needed to stay away from was the owner of the tool she wanted to use to be successful.
“I-I have…” Cami glanced down at herself, cataloging her jewelry and the cash/Talbies in her purse. “I have money, Talbies.”
Leo stopped her before she could reach inside her clutch. “I have no need of currency, old or new.”
“Ah, okay, how about jewelry—gold, for your wife?”
“Not married, Cami Ann.”
“Coffee? Every morning for say a year?”
“No, I was thinking more along the lines of your time. Say two hours a day for a month?”
“Yep, and on Sunday’s I’ll give you a treat. What do you say, do we have a deal?”
She should really ask for clarification, but she was too chicken. She could agree, take the cloak and hide from him for… what, ever? No that was a poor way to conduct business. She was better than that. She would agree to his terms and see what he had in store for her tomorrow. If she couldn’t do whatever it was, she would return the cloak and leave. “Yes, deal.”
“Good. Meet me at the clinic tomorrow afternoon…after closing. The cloak will be waiting for you there… and so will I.”