Precious Than Diamonds

Chapter Two

"It's always him!", shouted Justin. "Always that bloody, bloody, bi...!"

"Alright, relax already", said Dave. "Getting panicked never did nothing good for no man, did it?"

Justin brushed his hair with his fingers and placed his hands on his own shoulders in a way that looked like he is trying to give himself an embrace of affection. He looked very troubled, his face twisted with disgust and a trace of bitterness. Jealousy was written all over his face.

"Ever since he stepped into the business, all I am ever experiencing is a loss! Loss, Dave, millions of it! Millions, Dave!", Justin complained again.

"I know, I know. And we will do something about it. Am I not already slipping your illegal supplies? Am I not risking everything? My job, my career? Am I not considering the possibility of ending up in jail?", asked Dave in a saddened voice.

"Hey, and I am grateful to you for that, okay?... I am", Justin replied in a hurry, "But it's not good yet. Honestly, if this arrogant, bloody bastard was not there, my company would rank! I would get everything in abundance and money, reputation, money, and what not?", he noticed he mentioned money twice.

"Someday, somehow, in between the cracks of opportunities, we will get him. I know we will.", said Dave in a relaxed voice.

"I'm hanging on to that hope too, Davy.", Justin's sentence couldn't finish well, he exclaimed in excitement, "Oh hey there, babes! Come over, all ov-ver!" A group of young women entered the room giggling, their skin is greatly exposed, their high-heel-shoes create a strange balance between losing control on their feet and preventing the fall at the last moment with perfectly mysterious skill. Two of them walked towards Justin. Before even getting close to him, he spread his arms and grabbed them by the waist, they lost control and fell down on his lap. The other women looked at this incident and laughed loudly. They cat-walked to Dave and fell on his body intentionally, he grabbed them as well, with almost a manner of competition with Justin. They talked in raspy voices, caressing each other, touching in the parts of the bodies that are inappropriate. Soon the raspy voices became moaning and the sensual music playing in the background made the atmosphere a dangerous one. The men and women in the room tasted every part of each other, not even paying any mind to which is of whom. The twisting bodies were all moistened with sweat and saliva. These thirsty, hungry bodies seemed trying to fill their hollow with the pleasure of the flesh. But each time, it's but a mere charade, all in vain. Each time, it's something else that is thirsty than their bodies, something else needs a drink. 

Each time, they need a "Next Time".