<em>Bert- Fucking Gulch Lobby With Miss Amethyst</em><br/><br/>Bert’s face lit up when Miss Amethyst invited him to dinner. Having lived on fast food and takeout from the local diner since his son left home, a home cooked meal sounded like heaven to him. Not to mention the prospect of spending time with the beautiful Miss Amethyst outside of work, person to person. She mentioned wanting to get to know him better, it had never occurred to Bert before just then how mutual that desire was.<br/><br/>“That sounds absolutely Splendid, Miss Amethyst.” Bert beamed, his foot tapping under the desk in excitement. “I would love to. What time should I plan on being there?”<br/><br/>Just as Bert asked this question, he became aware of a buzzing coming from his pocket. Bert pulled out his cell phone to see the message from Miss Indigo. He made the appropriate annotation in his ledger book, but the tricky part was replying.<br/><br/>Bert’s fingers were long and thick, perfect for loosening stuck bolts in the confined spaces of a car engine; but tapping tiny keys on a cell phone screen to make words that Auto-Correct would recognize, Bert’s big hands just weren’t made for that. He’d wanted to say: “Got it. Could you bring the Challenger by the garage tomorrow, please? I’d like to work on it.” The text that actually went out to Miss Indigo’s phone read: “Gotham. Cold you bling the Cadaver by the garbage tomorrow, peace? I’d bike to wreck on it.”<br/><br/>Bert put his phone away, shaking his head slightly about the Auto-Correct just as Mr. Dark came downstairs, walking right up to Bert, paying no attention to Miss Amethyst who was clearly was in the midst of conversation with him.<br/><br/>“I’d like to book a threesome for next week.” Dark said flatly, as casually as if he was ordering a cheeseburger from a drive-through. “I want a Catholic School girl fantasy, one of the rooms outfitted to suit this setting. The uniforms should match and their hair should be done up in pigtails with ribbon. I’d like to reserve Miss Orchid, and…”<br/><br/>Dark looked over at Miss Amethyst, seeing that he was interrupting a moment that certainly appeared to be more than business as usual. Did Big Black Bert have a Big Black Crush on one of the whores? Dark smiled sadistically, looking Amethyst over.<br/><br/>“And her.” Dark said at last, smiling up at Bert after inspecting the merchandise, he leaned in close, whispering to Bert though Amethyst surely heard. “Don’t worry, big guy. I’ll teach her how to cum and deliver her back mostly unharmed.”<br/><br/>With his business concluded, Dark backed away from the counter, smiling in genuine amusement at the expression on Bert’s face. The two of them had never gotten along, and Dark couldn’t resist a chance like this to really rub his nose in something. Dark lit another smoke as he walked out, letting go of a derisive laugh as he went back to the parking lot.<br/><br/>Bert just looked into Amethyst’s eyes apologetically. He only hoped that she still wanted to have him over for dinner.