Better Dig Two Chapter 35, a walking dead fanfic

Yay! Party! I am so unashamed of this chapter that it's shameful.

And they turn me on

When they take it off...

-"Take It Off" by Ke$ha

One week until the wedding

Daryl rolled his eyes when Amber came out of the bathroom.

"Really?"

She grinned back at him. "You like it?"

" Fuck yeah I like it. What I DON'T like is ya wearin it out a the house."

"Daryl..."

"Yeah, goose, gander, dick, pussy. I get it, girl." he huffed walking over. He twisted his fidget band, his eyes glancing down to her corset. "That new?"

"Yes. I ordered it just for tonight."

Daryl shook his head. The corset was pale pink satin, edged in ruffles over her breasts. Well, the portion of her breasts it actually contained. It had metal boning, drawn tight so that Amber's waist was so tiny that he was sure he could span it with his hands. The way the corset was it made her look sweet and virginal. Which made Daryl want to do terrible dirty things to the body inside. She wore her jeans that laced up the sides, which meant there were no panties on board. He stepped around Amber, her hair was up and he wanted to make sure his ink was obvious. He groaned when he saw that the back, instead of hooks like usual, was laced up with matching pale pink satin ribbon. His knife screamed up from his waistband, begging to be pressed into service. He ignored it, looking down to see if she was wearing the heels that laced up her thighs. She wasn't, what she was wearing was worse (or better, depending on how you looked at it). The pink six inch stiletto heels with platforms under the toes practically had the words "stripper" glowing in neon across them. Daryl had the sudden thought that he wanted to feel those stilettos bite into the cheeks of his ass while he fucked her senseless. He scrubbed a hand over his face and adjusted himself through his black jeans. He had hung around Norm too long, getting hard over a pair of fucking shoes.

"Baby?" Amber asked over her shoulder. "You okay?"

Daryl looked up at her, noting her smirk. He smirked back. She wasn't getting the upper hand tonight. "Yeah, m'fine." He nodded toward the small tiara that was nestled in her hair.

"It was either that or a pink veil." she shrugged.

"Good pick. How ya plannin on walkin in them shoes?"

She demonstrated, walking the length of the room and back with her cane. Her limp was hardly noticeable unlike the sway of her hips brought on by the shoes. When she got to Daryl she put her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. That was one good point of the heels, besides their fuckability. It evened out their height at least a little. Daryl kissed her hard, one hand on the back of her neck the other reaching down to squeeze her ass. Amber jumped and groaned and he just grinned against her mouth.

"Lil sore, Baby Girl? Daddy spanked that ass good, didn't he?"

Amber nodded, sighing as Daryl kneaded the still tender flesh. "Yes, you did."

"Figured I best make sure ya didn't forget who owns that ass." He made his way down her jaw and then to her neck, suddenly biting down on where it met her shoulder. She jumped and squealed. Daryl pulled his head back, making sure he was satisfied the mark would stay for the duration of the night. Then Amber's hand slid over his fly and he jumped a little himself.

"You better keep in mind whose cock this is too." she warned.

"Ya know it, girl. Ain't no pussy I want cept the one I fucked a few minutes ago. Sides, bet there ain't a stripper there that would let me do to her what I get ta do ta you." He kissed her again but then caught sight of the clock on the living room wall. He groaned in frustration before breaking away.

"C'mon. If I don't stop we're gonna be later than we are already. Everbody's waitin on us at the clubhouse now."

Amber huffed, grabbing her purse off the counter and taking her cane in her other hand. Daryl looped an arm around her waist as they walked out to the truck. Barry had rented two black SUVs for the night, like before, considering the fact that all members of both parties planned on getting hammered. Two prospects had been pressed into service as designated drivers. Daryl was right everyone except Carol, who the women were picking up on the way, was already at the clubhouse. Deb,Beth, Merle, Barry and the prospects stood between the SUVs, all but Beth smoking. Merle threw his hands up at Daryl in a "nice of y'all to join us" motion. Daryl just gave him a raised middle finger back as he parked the truck a couple spots over.

"Asshole." he grumbled.

Amber put a hand on his arm. "Be sweet, baby. Tonight's for you."

Daryl shook his head, reaching over to grab Amber around the waist and pull her over to his side. "It's about embarrassin the fuck outta me while everbody gets drunk."

She nodded and chuckled before kissing him, moving her hand up to tug on the scruff on his chin as they broke apart. "Then don't let them. Tell them to fuck off, then get drunk and get a face full of Nikki."

He snorted. "Ya kill me, girl."

"No, I won't. Long as you keep your hands to yourself." She wiggled her eyebrows and scooted away to climb out of the truck. Daryl got out on his side, looking around.

"Where the fuck's Sarge?" he asked, looking around. Kaye's Suburban was there but the SAA was no where to be seen.

"Inside triple checkin the war room. Like he does every Saturday now." Merle shook his head. Norm had been scary focused since Ty's death.

Daryl shook his head as Amber and Beth climbed in the middle seat of one of the Escalades. "Shit, we're already late. I'll gettim."

"No, I wouldn't..." Debra called out but he was already gone in. She smirked at Barry. "I think the boy is about to get an eyeful."

"Yep." her husband agreed. He motioned to Merle. "C'mon. Let's go see the show." They walked into the clubhouse, though going no further than the main room. Amber and Beth watched from the vehicle.

"What's wrong?" the younger woman asked, moving to open her door. "We need to go in?"

Amber put a hand on her arm. "Nope. I really don't want to see what Daryl is seeing right now." Beth looked back blankly and Amber rolled her eyes. "Norm and Kaye were in there alone."

"Oh." Beth said quietly then wrinkling up her nose in disgust. "EEEEEEEWWWWWW!"

Then the clubhouse door slammed shut and Amber's head swiveled around, seeing Daryl stomping across the lot, his face tomato red. She had her window lowered and was propped in it on her elbows by the time he got there.

"Problem, Desperado?" she said facetiously.

He growled. "Shut up. It ain't funny. Somebody coulda stopped me." He jerked his smokes out of his vest, pushing them into her hands. She lit it before answering.

"They tried. Besides, we've walked in on them before."

"Us too." Beth agree with a giggle.

"Not like this we ain't." Daryl muttered, face glowing a shade brighter as he took his smoke.

Amber looked at him curiously. "What, a blow job? That should be less embarrassing. At least you didn't see her naked."

"I wish it was just the old fucker gettin some head. I might not be lookin to dig my eyes outta my head like I am now."

Amber grinned. "Then what?"

His eyes slid over to Beth. "Tell ya later."

The girl huffed. "Daryl, I'm a grown woman! Don't treat me like a kid. I've been having sex with Merle for months now!"

"Not like this ya ain't, I bet." he shot back.

Amber shrieked. "Oh shit! Anal?! And you walked in on them?!"

The color that had begun fading from his cheeks returned. "Shut UP!" he hissed, looking behind him where the others were coming out of the clubhouse, Barry locking the doors behind them.

"GROSS!" Beth covered her face. "I've already told Merle no, no, and double no. Why can't everybody have regular sex like y'all two?"

Daryl suddenly began choking on the smoke of his cig, Amber biting her lips to keep from laughing as she was suddenly glad her back was to Beth. Dirty talking, choking, ass play, and bondage hardly qualified as 'regular' sex.

"I dunno." Amber said, trying to keep her voice steady. "I guess it's just dirty old folks." She wiggled her eyebrows at Daryl and he glared at her as he recovered.

"COME ON YA LITTLE FUCK!" Merle called from the middle seat of the men's ride. Daryl took his chance, leaning in women's vehicle to kiss Amber quickly and give her a nervous smirk before joining the other DEMONS. Kaye and Deb climbed into the women's car, the prospect sliding nervously behind the wheel. The Angels exploits over the last few months had become common knowledge in the chapter. Debra climbed into the rear seat, Kaye sitting in the front passenger until after they got to Carol's.

"Dirty slut." Amber said up to her aunt as she got settled in her seat.

She shrugged, giving back a grin. "Just making sure your uncle doesn't enjoy himself too much at the Lollipop tonight."

"Yeah, I had the same idea." Amber agreed. "Ended up getting my ass spanked. I can hardly sit down."

Beth shrieked. "OH MY GOD!"

Debra just laughed at her daughter. "And I bet you loved every minute of it. Or you did if you take after me."

Now it was Amber's turn to be horrified. She spun around, pointing at her. "Don't you DARE! It's bad enough we know all about Norm and Kaye. Leave you and Daddy out of it!"

Kaye leaned over to speak to the prospect. She let her tone drop, sounding scarily serious. "Son, now you know that whatever goes on in this car goes no further right?"

His eyes widened. "The pre..."

"I don't care what our men said. We want to have fun and that means we need privacy. You get me?" she looked to the back of the vehicle that had fallen silent and he followed her gaze. Amber and Debra simultaneously pulled their switchblades out of their purses, opening them with grim clicks. Beth just looked back at him with her arms crossed and eyes narrowed. He swallowed nervously and looked back at Kaye.

"Y-yes ma'am."

The poor guy was gonna have a long night.

They picked up Carol ten minutes later and Amber studied her for a minute. She now sat in the front seat, Kaye moving to the back with Deb. The silver haired woman had obviously lost weight since her husbands death, seeming having aged years in weeks. But she smiled warmly at everyone when she got in and seemed excited for the night. It was the first time she had really been out since the Moroccan restaurant that fateful night. She gave the prospect directions to the male strip club owned by her younger sister in Marietta. Then she turned around to address Amber. "You bring it?"

She patted her purse with a wicked smile. "Sure did."

"Then what are you waiting on? Pull it out and light it up!"

Amber chuckled, opening the silk handbag to pull out her pink blown glass pipe and a dime bag of marijuana.

"Amber!" Beth hissed.

"Oh chill out." Amber dismissed her, as the older women hung over the back of the seat to watch her pack the pipe with interest. "Weed is no worse than drinking. In fact, weed won't have you hung over the next day. You don't have to do it if you don't want. What do you think our men are escorting on those runs? Rainbows and unicorns?"

Amber saw the young man driving glance up in his mirror, his eyes going wide when he saw what she was doing.

"Prospect..." she growled warningly, sounding eerily like her father.

"Didn't see nothing, ma'am. Eyes on the road." he said quickly as Amber lit the bowl. She took the first toke, being the guest of honor. Then it made the circuit through the back seat before Kaye leaned up and offered it to Beth. The younger woman gave it a sniff.

"Smells good...like when daddy burns leaves in the fall."

"Makes you feel good too." Carol laughed from the front, eagerly waiting her turn.

Beth took the pipe gingerly, then grinned over at Amber.

"Tell me how."

She made it through her first hit of mary jane ever without even coughing.

Merle would have been proud.

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There's a place downtown,

Where the freaks all come around.

It's a hole in the wall.

It's a dirty free for all.

Thirty minutes later the women walked through the double doors of the Pink Palace, Amber making sure to keep a tight hold on Beth's arm. They had limited her to only a couple hits, afraid she would hold her bud like she did her alcohol, basically not at all. Still, she was grinning a bit too widely. The bouncer, an older man built like a brick wall pointed them in the direction of the private party room and Amber had to tug on Beth's arm hard to get her attention off the man and on walking without stumbling.

The other women were buzzed, but still entirely functionable. The prospect had been told to stay in the car, much to his relief. The party room was done like the rest of the place, dripping with Amber's favorite color. She settled Beth on a velvet couch and sank down beside her. The other women made theirselves comfortable, Carol's younger sister, Veronica, laying out the night. Each woman could pick a dancer that would be hers all night. Plenty of props were available and pictures were encouraged. Endless drinks were included and any other activities (such as the one they partook of on the way there) would be kept hush hush. As she left Amber called out to her.

"The bartender doesn't happen to strip too, does he?" she asked hopefully. The man's arms from hell caught her eye on the way in, reminding her of another set.

Veronica laughed, holding up her left hand with the wedding band evident. "Only for me darlin!"

"What about the bouncer?" Beth piped up.

"Sorry sweetie. Married to my daughter."

"Damn." the girl cursed uncharacteristically.

They all burst out laughing, going to gather at the door to the main room to look over the dancers. This night was going to go down in the Angel Hall of Fame.

When the dark

Of the night comes around.

That's the time,

That the animal comes alive.

Looking for

Something wild.

Daryl followed Barry and Norm into the Lollipop, Merle already hooting and hollering at his side. The parking lot was full, looking like every bike Harley Davidson had put out in the last ten years was there. Norm informed everyone that DEMONS from as far away as West Virginia had come in for the party. Daryl knew that as an enforcer, he was particularly expected to man up and act totally comfortable in the club.

As soon as they stepped in every head turned to the door and a cheer went up, then a spotlight hit him. A voice identified Daryl as the man of the hour and this being his last night on the town before being tied to his ball and chain. Daryl just shoved his hands in his pockets, his ears suddenly so hot they felt like they were smoking. He only stood there wishing the floor would swallow him up for a few seconds before Norm grabbed him by the back of his vest and half dragged him to a table front and center at the stage. As soon as he sat a tray of shots appeared in front of them. He tossed back one and then grabbed another before the others even sat down.

There wasn't enough liquor in Georgia to get him through tonight.

And now we lookin' like pimps

In my gold Trans-Am.

Got a water bottle full of whiskey

In my handbag.

Got my drunk text on

I'll regret it in the mornin'

But tonight

I don't give a

I don't give a...

"FUCK!" Amber yelled out, laughing hysterically as the dancer she had settled on began to grind on her to the Ke$ha song she picked. The man was wearing the set of leather chaps and vest she had picked and nothing else. He had extensive ink, shoulder length dark hair, and broad shoulders, though not quite as impressive as the bartenders. But what was really setting her off was the fact that he had pierced nipples. She tried to imagine Daryl with pierced anything and it would have caused a problem with her panties had she been wearing any. Her mother passed her the pipe that had been relit and Amber took her toke, the dancers sex inches from her face as he gyrated.

"Say dick!" Beth called out, snapping a picture of the moment with her phone. She had to lean over to get her own dancer out of the picture. She had found the one dancer with a bit of grey in his military short haircut. He had entered the room wearing a wife beater and some worn jeans but those had been discarded a couple songs ago.

"Send it to Merle!" Kaye urged the girl, who started typing, though slower than normal. Then the elder angel reached over to the table beside her, picking up a palmful of glitter from the bowl that sat there. She blew on it, sending it flying to stick to the sweat soaked abs and adjacent areas of the bald and inked man dancing between her knees. She looked over at Deb with a grin.

"Damn, I always loved arts and crafts!"

Her friend laughed hysterically, tossing back a shot. She picked up the bottle then to take a swig. She had simply picked the dancer with the biggest dick. Hell, she was the presidents wife, she could do whatever she pleased.

Carol was to her right, a giant man with mahogany colored skin moving against her thighs. She had grown quieter as the night wore on, hitting the bottle and the pipe a bit hard. They left her to it, just her being there was a step in the right direction.

Amber looked up at the other women, passing the pipe to Kaye while purposely avoiding Beth's outstretched hands.

"Hey, I got an idea!" she said, voice beginning to slur. She looked over the table of props, a wicked grin sliding over her face.

She was such a bad girl. Daddy was NOT going to be pleased.

And they turn me on.

When they Take It Off.

Everybody Take It Off.

Nikki stepped out onto the main stage as Billy Idol's "White Wedding" began to play. The second Daryl saw what she had on he knew Baby Girl was going to get her ass beat. His belt was talking to him already. Nikki was wearing a corset and shoes identical to Amber's. Even her hair was put up the same with the tiara perched atop. The only difference was the pink satin g-string instead of the jeans. He tried to keep his face nonchalant as she wiggled across the stage but he knew it was futile. Half way to him Nikki dropped to her knees, causing the crowd of DEMONS to roar and drown out the music. She did "the" crawl the rest of the way over, ending up with her ass practically hanging off the stage as she looked at him over her shoulder. Merle was draped over the table he was laughing so hard while Norm looked like he was a starving man at an all you can eat buffet. One of the bouncers handed her the mike and motioned for the crowd to quiet down. When they finally did, Nikki looked right at Daryl and wiggled her ass as she spoke, voice perfect for a phone sex job.

"I been a bad girl Daddy. I need you to take your belt off and teach me a lesson."

The crowd erupted, several men punching Daryl in the back or shoulder. If a man could die of embarrassment this was his night to go. The music cranked up again and Nikki climbed off the stage to straddle Daryl's lap and begin grinding. He saw Merle pull his phone out of his vest and check it. A second later his brother was shoving it in his face.

"Holy FUCK bro! Lil' Sugar found her somethin!" he roared.

Daryl looked down and his eyes widened. It was a picture of Amber getting her own lap dance. There was some good looking fucker dressed like a porn biker with his dick only inches from HER GODDAMN MOUTH! Then he took a closer look, seeing how said mouth was occupied. It was wrapped around the stem of her pipe, happily toking away. This was bad. Baby Girl liked to do all kinds of crazy shit when she was stoned. Daryl looked up at Merle, seconds away from tossing Nikki (who was currently rubbing her now naked pussy all over his leg) into the floor and heading out to Marietta to kill a male stripper.

"Aw no," Merle said, shaking his head and pushing his brother back down. "Sit your ass down boy." He motioned to Nikki, giving her a nod before he turned back to Daryl. "Ain't no fuckin different than what your gettin. She ain't touchin him."

Daryl growled, feeling his body begin to go up in flames. He forced himself to sit back and watch Nikki, for the benefit of those around him. A second later his own phone went off, vibrating in his vest pocket. He pulled it out roughly, not wanting to see what it was but wanting to at the same time. When he flipped it open his heart stopped. It was Amber again, this time kneeling on a damn pink couch, her lips wrapped around a blow pop instead of her pipe. His cock jumped and he prayed Nikki couldn't tell. Amber's mouth looked around that blow pop just like it did when it was wrapped around his dick. The rest of the picture only went downhill from there. That fucking asshole stripper was standing behind her and to the side, his face put of the frame. He knew Amber did that so he couldn't go beat the fucker. But his dick sure as hell was in the frame, still too fucking close to Daryl's property. He squinted, holding the phone up a little. What the fuck was...OH HELL NO! That was the last GODDAMN STRAW! Amber had a damn leather BELT around her neck and the dead meat guy standing next to her was holding the end of it like it was a GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING LEASH! Every inch of Daryl's body went simultaneously freezing cold and hot as the fires of hell itself. The caption read "Daddy has to keep me on a short leash cause I'm a bad girl." He shoved his phone into his pocket, eyes going from the color of faded denim to midnight blue.

Whether she knew it or not, Baby Girl had just invited Leraje to the party.

Merle looked at Daryl. "Bro?"

Daryl dismissed him with an icy look, then turning his eyes toward the stage. There were several girls up there now working the poles and he picked one that had her hair up in pigtails. He caught her eye and then motioned her toward him. A minute later she and Nikki were grinding on each other AND Daryl. Merle pounded his fist on the table.

"Goddammit bro, I knew ya had it in ya!" he roared.

Daryl pulled his smoke from his mouth, yelling to Merle over the music. "Get your damn phone back out!"

Merle eagerly obliged, Norm now looking on with glee. Merle waited until Nikki's tits were in Daryl's face and the other dancer was rubbing her ass on his crotch to take the picture.

"What ya want me to say with it?" The elder brother asked.

Daryl grinned, now not even close to embarrassed. He was in FUCKING CHARGE OF THIS SHIT.

"Tell her Daddy's busy right now. He's got his hands full."

There's a place I know

If you're looking for a show.

Where they go hardcore

And there's glitter on the floor.

It was three a.m. when the Angel's stumbled to their vehicle with the help of the bouncer and the bartender. They were all a little worse for wear, hair and clothes askew, makeup smeared, smelling strongly of whiskey and Columbian Gold. Amber kept giggling over her mother and Kaye doing body shots off Kaye's "glitter man". They could have easily been mistaken for hookers after a hard weekend night's work. The prospect woke up quickly from where he had dozed off, making sure to keep eyes front since Kaye and Deb didn't keep their legs down as they climbed over the middle seat into the back. Somehow, while getting rubbed on during her lap dances one of Amber's breasts had come up out of the corset enough for the edge of one pink areola to peek out. The poor boy knew that if the DEMONS even suspected he had sneaked a half second peek at any of them he would end up scattered all over the state.

He got them home quickly, trying to ignore them as they outlined their favorite sex positions and that of their old men. Their was also a debate of spitting versus swallowing which was decided firmly in favor of swallowing. Finally, after what seemed like days he was babying the SUV over the dam at the farm to park in Amber and Daryl's front yard. Kaye, Deb, and Beth piled out, afraid that Amber would fall given her intoxicated state and the heels coupled with her limp. Problem was they were drunk and stoned too so it was the blind leading the blind as they half walked half lurched across the yard. They were halfway to the porch steps when Kaye happened to look up and see the cherry of a cigarette glowing in the shadows next to where Daryl parked his bike. She chuckled knowingly, getting Deb's attention with a nudge and then jerking her head over at what she had seen. They both let go of Amber, leaving her wavering on her heels, Beth still holding onto her arm.

"Hey..." the girl began but Kaye just took her arm and pulled her back to the car.

"Come on, she's alright."

Debra shook her head, murmuring about her kid being a "lucky little bitch."

Daryl waited until the taillights of the SUV were wobbling over the dam before he stepped out of the shadows. A second later he was standing in front of her, looking down coldly as she smirked up at him. She looked the part of the "little slut" that he often called her.