Simon had complained about a blister on his pinky toe and when Bo went to take a look she found his feet were actually in terrible condition. His boots were only part of the problem. They were worn down and beat up - apparently he had them ever since day one. Bo tossed them aside and crinkled her nose once she got his socks off. A blister was one of many problems. She set up a basin of hot water and let him soak before she went down to the 'market' to gather supplies.
First thing she got was a new pair of size 13 work boots and six pairs of thick socks. She wanted to get Simon sneakers - being on his feet and running around all day sneakers would be better for his arches but they didn't have his size. "Pass it on to your runners - mens, size 13, preferably black or dark green."
"What's in it for me?" the older woman griped. Bo gaped at her - she had to be new if she was using that tone with her.
"I won't make a pair for him out of your wrinkled ass!" Bo snarled at her before she kicked over the rack of other shoes. "While you're cleaning that up, work on your people skills." The woman scrambled to clean up her wares. She didn't really like being so mean but other people had heard the woman and how she spoke to her. She wasn't about to have them looking down on her - not after everything she'd been though. She went to the next section and started looking around.
"Bo!" The man excitedly greeted her. She smiled at him. His name was Hank and he was actually nice for someone on the lower rung of their little society. He was basically the man to go to if you needed hygiene products. He had been a hairdresser before everything and now that he had a safe place to live he easily fell back into his old persona as a gabby people person. "Come to improve upon your already devastating beauty?"
"Nah. I saw Simon's feet."
"Oh dear." He gasped like he understood. He grabbed a small basket and gathered things for her project. A set of large nail clippers, a cuticle scraper, a buffer and last but not least a 'ped-egg'. She looked over the stuff, reading the back of some lotion before she okayed it. She also got Simon a new shirt seeing how on their ride she had ripped his to shreds.
Simon was a little apprehensive to have someone cutting his toenails but Bo was very careful. "You've gotta take care of your feet, baby." She advised. "How can you run if your toes nails trip you and your heels ache."
"I'm used to calluses - I used to stand a lot in my old job."
"Calluses actually make your feet hurt more. A lot of the dancers in my show had hard feet - they thought it would make being in heels easier but it only made it harder." Bo said. "My mother used to do our nails all the time. In Manilla running was often times your only defense against sex traffickers."
"I've seen you run. You're like a lightening bolt." Simon said as he watched her carefully cut his nails as short as she could. She then buff and grated the hard skin until his feet were smooth. "Damn…" He sighed when she started giving him a massage. "You've got a gift." He chuckled and curled his toes when she tickled his sole. She kept going and she noticed that Simon nodded off after a while.
"Bo!" They both jumped when Negan burst into her room. He snorted when he noticed the soaking tub and nail clippers. "Hate to interrupt your spa day, Simon but I need a little help."
"What's up?" Simon asked.
"Not from you. This requires a woman's touch." Negan said as he helped Bo off the floor. "Well, half a woman's touch." He joked. "My wives are getting… well they're all a bunch of uppity bitches that think the 'wife' title gives them some kind of authority over my life and how I live it."
"Get rid of them. Monogamy is the way to avoid that bullshit." Bo said.
"I would do that but… I don't wanna." Negan said before he grinned. "No offense to you two."
"None taken." Simon said absently.
"We chose quality over quantity." Bo quipped and Simon chuckled. "So your harem is not at all like the movies and you want me to do what about it?"
"Well I got to thinking about how you whipped all of us into efficient little worker bees. And you used to be the madame of your bordello."
"Stage manager in a burlesque show." She corrected him.
"Point is you know how to deal with bitch fits and I'm gonna allow you to use actual whips on these cunts so they stop mouthing off." Negan said. "Whole harem full of wives and I gotta hear a sob story every time I want a hand job."
"So smack them around a little. Isn't that what men do or whatever."
"I can not smack a woman." Negan said quietly. "I'm not into that weird, abusive, 'against their will' leather daddy shit. Y'know my rules on that."
"So you're upset that these women have minds of their own?"
"No, I chose very different women because I want them all to have minds of their own. I just need you to remind them that they volunteered to have the easiest damn job in this whole fucking factory and if I want a fucking blow job in the middle of the night I don't need a bunch of god damn attitude." He fumed.
"Negan, your bath is ready." A girl said as she walked in Bo's room. She looked around before she crossed her arms.
"Who said you could come in here?" Bo asked. Her question was actually a test - just to gauge this attitude problem Negan was telling her about. The girl just rolled her eyes and looked at Negan.
"The fuck you looking at me for? Answer her." Negan snapped. She just sighed and walked away. "Do you see what I'm talking about? She literally has one job and asking her to do it with a bit of pep and a smile is nearly impossible."
"Relax boss." Bo said as she patted his shoulder. "I know exactly what to do."
"Who knows why y'all are here?" Bo asked. Negan's collection of wives had grown to a grand total of six and Bo currently had them lined up in the road. Some of them looked deeply confused and uncomfortable as they stood there in sun dresses and sandals. Bo often wondered what Negan did with his days now that he had so many workers and the answer was finding pretty things for them to wear. Their outfits were all nearly the same color and they all had their hair combed back with headbands.
"Because Negan told us to follow you today. And you led us into a truck and drove us out here." One said like it was obvious. Bo recognized her as the one that gave her attitude when she came in her room.
"Wrong!" Bo barked quickly. It made them jump. "You're here because you literally can't do one job. Cause you have exactly one job and you all fucking suck at it." They all glared at her. "Tell me Suzie Q, when was the last time you were hungry? When was the last time you went more than a day without a shower? The last time you sleep anywhere other than your nice warm beds, in a secure building with tons of people protecting and providing for you."
"Oh so you think just cause we're wives that means we don't work?" Bo looked at the red head when she spoke. "Being his wife is work. And just because he feeds us he thinks he can treat us any kind of way—"
"Yes." Bo said as she smiled wide. "Cause you literally do nothing else. You didn't harvest your food. You didn't sanitize your own water and you damn sure didn't do anything other than lay on your back and have a vagina. Because that's your only useful feature. You can't do anything other than fuck and because of that it's your job. Face it, you bitches are fucking useless. You'd be dead in a ditch with a walker eating your left tit if you were on your own. Negan is actually being nice when he calls you 'wives'. He's being nice when he gives you stuff. And I know damn sure he's not forcing any of you to be there so… I'm trying to figure out what's with the attitudes."
"We're just slaves." The black one said. "Plain and simple. That cracker bastard is nothing but a—
"Shut up." Bo interrupted.
"Excuse me?"
"You're excused. Turn that way and start walking you wanna be 'free' so bad." Bo said as she pointed down the road. She just looked around like she was confused. "Oh, what's wrong?"
"I don't have any supplies. You're just going to—"
"Yes. You're free to leave anytime you want but you can't take any of the stuff you were given - that stuff belongs to Negan… Are you Negan?" Bo asked as she took up her water bottle. They were already starting to sweat in the heat of the day and Bo just smirked as she took a long pull from the bottle. "See, I am Negan and that means I get stuff. Like water and food - weapons and closed-toe shoes. But since you guys aren't Negan I guess you don't." Bo up ended the water and they all gasped as she wasted it on the ground. She then got in the truck and started it up. They all screamed at her to not leave them and she just chuckled. "Sorry guys, only Negan gets a ride back." She peeled out and watched as they tried to run after her. She had taken them ten miles out from the sanctuary. That was a brutal walk even in sneakers. She went a mile up the road and parked. She got out and waited. It wasn't long before she got a call on the walkie-talkie.
"Hey, Major. I'm sure you have a plan." Negan said over the line. "I'm the first person to put an ingrate through the paces but…"
"Relax… they're running in my direction right?" Bo asked. She knew he was watching her and his wives from a nearby ridge.
"Hell yes. They are hauling ass." Negan confirmed.
"Good. You said I couldn't mess up their faces so this is the next bast thing." Bo said.
"Major…" Bo smirked when she heard Simon's voice.
"Yes, baby?"
"I'm man enough to admit this demeanor totally does it for me."
"You just wait. I'll save some for you." She teased.
"Yes ma'am."
Bo looked up when the first of his wives came into sight. Several on them had taken off their sandals and opted to run in their bare feet. The black one was out front, followed by the redhead, two blondes and three brunettes. Negan had told her that the brunettes were his favorites because his real wife - the real Lucille - had dark hair. She'd have to make sure they made it back if none of the others did.
"What the fuck is your problem?" The black one yelled as she got closer.
"At the moment, six dead weights." Bo said. She dodged the woman when she went to punch her. "You ran a mile and can barely stand. Imagine running twelve of those every hour because a walker heard is tailing you. Negan runs every day - all day so you can sip tea and bitch about how he might pick you to suck his dick later."
"What would you know?"
"Oh, I suck cock everyday. And I enjoy it immensely. Because if I wasn't sucking cock in my nice safe room I'd be out here running for my life and sweating down to my ass crack." Bo said before she used a rubber band to tie her hair up in a bun.
"So our choices are sell ourselves or fend for ourselves?" One blond asked.
"Well yeah, see previous where you're unskilled, privileged and useless." Bo said. "And out here you'll get raped and tortured. And there'll be no cuddling afterwards. No new dress, nothing to clean yourself up with and no plush lounge."
"Fuck you. I don't have to put up with this crap. There's no way Negan would let you leave us out here. So just save this bullshit pep talk and take us back." The other blond said. "There's more of us than there are of you. We can just beat you up and take the keys." Bo actually laughed.
"You think you can take me, Becky?" She asked as she pulled her gun out. They all took a step back from her. "Cause why don't you try it? I'll shoot you in the leg and leave you here for the bitters." She fired at the girls feet and they all screamed and cowered away from her. "You see, I'm not like you. I know how to survive. Use guns. Track, trap and skin. I can run for miles and I'm not afraid to be out here after sundown." She looked past them when some walkers came on to the road. "Oh but look, all your noise attracted an audience."
"Kill them! You have a gun!" The red head said.
"Well I could kill them. It all depends." Bo shrugged.
"On what?"
"What's your name?"
"They're literally eating out the palm of my hand now." Negan said. "They're crying to me, calling me daddy and kissing my ass. I thought Bud had a temper but you are one cold bitch. And I say that with all the love I can muster."
"Y'know I'm not exactly proud of that." Bo started. "I used sex-trade-tactics. Exhaustion, fear—"
"You should be proud." Negan interrupted her. "That kind of shit is what makes you far more valuable than them. Don't lose that edge. And damn sure don't apologize. You earned your place at the top." She looked at him and for once he wasn't bullshitting. "You're my ace. Anytime anyone starts mouthing off I'll tell them they're gonna have to spend the day training with you and that'll shut that shit down."
"Great."
"You don't have to pretend anymore. I'm guessing your former leader didn't let you do this kind of thing. He never let you off the leash. He saw that you were a 'woman' and tried to put you in a neat little box and restricted who you really are. Competitive. Fierce as fuck. Bite worse than a damn alligator and twice as mean if someone crosses you. You're not afraid anymore. You don't have to be. You don't gotta play nice for protection - you are the protection. " She looked down when he poured her a drink. "To the sweet life." He held up his glass and she clinked hers against it.
"To the sweet life." They knocked back their shots.
"Now… go fuck your man. He's had a raging boner since this afternoon." Bo snorted before she headed to her room. She really was on top of the world. Sure there were people in the compound who were struggling but that had always been the case. She had been privileged in her old life - she knew she couldn't help every bum she passed on the street. And in this new world she couldn't concern herself with other peoples grievances. They weren't worried about how she was doing. They didn't have to stay if they didn't like their standing.
"Hey baby." Simon greeted her as she shut the door to her room. Bo just smiled as she walked over and straddled him. "Oh… I been waiting all day for you to put this body on me." Bo tilted her head back as he leaned in and kissed her neck. "Dealers choice tonight…" She gripped the hair on the back of his head and he gasped quietly.
"Make me pass out."
Bo chuckled as Simon spun them around on to the bed. Her mouth was soon filled with his tongue as he ripped her shirt open. It wasn't even a button down - he just grabbed hold of her v-neck and shredded it. It thrilled her to no end to see his muscles flex. The veins bulging a little. She could see all his teeth as he grinned. She reached back and unhooked her bra. Simon pushed it up and got his mouth on her nipples. Bo gripped the back of his shirt - his mouth was so warm. He trailed his mouth down, yanked her jeans down her legs before he took her down his throat.
"Ah! Simon…" She arched up as he hummed around her cock. He took her hand and put it in his hair. He wasn't disappointed when she gripped tight and bucked into him. Bo didn't know when he slicked his fingers all she knew was how good it felt when he slid them in. Bo was right on the edge when he suddenly pulled back. "Don't stop!"
"I'm over dressed." He said and he pulled his shirt over his head. She shed the rest of her clothes and watched as he slicked himself up. Bo rolled on to her hands and knees and looked over her shoulder at him. Simon bit his bottom lip, gripped her hip and slid in slowly.
"AH!" Bo reached back and he grabbed her hand.
"I know." He huffed as he went even slower. "You're always so tight in the beginning. You get all wound up making your lists and maps. My sweet little tight ass." Simon laughed at his own joke.
"Fuck me."
"Be patient." Simon eased her hips back into him. "Arch your back… oh yeah that's it. I'm in now." He bucked and she dug her nails into his hips. "Feel it don't you? Gonna knock you out just like you want. Blow the fattest load inside you…"
"Simon!"
"Shit yes! Keep screaming my name like that."
Bo couldn't stop even if she tried. Simon was right on her spot. He built up momentum until he was slamming into her at a punishing pace. All of his muscles taut as he fucked her hard. Bo had been joking but she really did feel like she was going to pass out. Simon pulled her up so he could get his his hands on her breasts. He moved her hair aside and kissed her tattoo, shoved his tongue in her ear before he bit it.
"Come on… give it to me." She egged him on breathlessly. He snorted.
"You give it up - I know I'm tagging your spot. You keep squeezing me. Can feel your legs trembling. OH shit. I'm cumming. Gonna shoot so deep you'll taste it in your throat."
"Oh my God…" Bo put her head back over his shoulder and let loose without him even having to touch her. At the same time she could feel him cum inside her. It really did feel good - to over flow and feel it running down her legs.
"Holy shit." Simon rutted into her and she yelped. She knew he was leaving bruises where he was gripping her. She didn't care. It felt amazing. And she slipped into a dream like state as she came down. Simon eased her to the mattress and rubbed her back. He didn't pull out until he was good and done. The last thing she remembered was a slight shift in the mattress. She woke up for a moment when Simon settled against her back and pulled the sheets over them.
Life was pretty sweet at the Sanctuary. Every week they recruited more people. Most of them had some sort of skill that made them useful. Engineers, electricians, soldiers. The fighters were the best as the walkers seemed to be clumping up again. Seeing them in large numbers made Bo antsy. Big herds had been the destruction of two of her homes.
'Well, big herds and Rick's dick measuring.' She thought as she watched workers clear the walkers from the gate so a delivery could get in. The new groupings were easily three times the size of the ones that over ran the farm. The quarry would over flow soon but purging all the walkers just created more noise which led more of them into the pit. Negan thought it was a waste of eighteen wheelers but they blocked the entrances. With the walkers trapped they'd eventually wither away and the purging teams could be used to gather more food and supplies.
"You're still all jittery." Simon noted as he rubbed her shoulders slowly. "Can practically feel your dark thoughts creeping up your back. Tell me."
"It's Negan." She admitted. "He gets the job done but… did you see how he beat that kid to death?"
"That 'kid' came at him with a knife. We need to express that that shit won't fly. Especially with a worm like Gregory - you know he put that boy up to it. He purposely used someone young to pull at our heart strings. You wouldn't have had a problem with it if it had been a grown man. Gregory knows that. He's a manipulative little fucker."
"Why not take out Gregory? Killing a teenager is just gonna make them hate us - which makes them more likely to try something else. You catch more flies with honey…"
"Is that how you got this?" Simon asked as he touched the scar on her neck. She flinched and tried to move away from him but he held her shoulders tighter. "Cause 'being the honey' is how people take advantage of you. You wanna be 'honey' for Gregory? Cause the man is a grade 'A' creep. Be nice to him and see how long it takes him to shove his tongue in your ear."
"Stop it!" Bo shrieked when he suddenly groped his breasts. Normally she wouldn't mind but the way he gripped her aggravated the scar on her chest. She pushed away from Simon and turned to glare at him. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"You needed an eye opener. You've had it good here. You're happy. And you've got a good heart. You don't like seeing people miserable but tough shit." Simon said gruffly. "You expose that 'bleeding heart' to anyone outside this place and they will not hesitate to cut it out. And I can't lose you. So don't feel bad for those fuckers out there. Those people out there are the bastard that tried to kill you. They're the jerk that drove through your home at the prison with a God damn tank. They're every bit as manipulative as Mark and every man that tried to rape you back in Manilla. Those people are not to be trusted."
"…" Bo looked away from him. "And the only thing separating people I can trust and people I can't is a fence?"
"That's the way of the world, baby-doll." Simon said. "I'm sorry."
"How can I trust you?"
"As much as you can but if I start slipping I'm going to trust that you will give me a swift talkin-to."
"Is that what I was doing? Slipping? Cause I don't like watching Negan murder someone half his size with that God awful bat? I am not slipping! I'm just realizing that there's really nothing keeping him from turning that thing on me! The guy that stabbed me - that gave me these scars, we were close. We agreed on everything, the sex was great and I wanted to help him but it didn't stop him from doing this to me."
"Bo—"
"My ex's brother was my best friend and when he found out what I was he kicked me in the balls and exposed me to the rest of our group - who then in turn proceeded to treat me like some sort of freak. I already know I can't trust anyone! I don't need to hear it from you!" She screamed at him. "Maybe it's you that's making me soft. Cause every time we do something horrible I think about how those people will retaliate and how they'd hurt you if they got the chance. That's why I want to be nicer. Cause if one of those assholes hurt you I'd destroy everything! All for you you - dumb son of a bitch! And I'm frustrated because I know I can't care so much. Not in this world. But I can't stop myself and it makes me feel even stupider."
Simon was stunned and all he could do was stand there gaping at her as she stormed off.
A/N: Uh-oh trouble in paradise