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Chapter contributed by : Robynm

A “Market Commodity” Story

By Roby M

G1/STSE Universe

AN-ok I’m going to have to say the first chapter of ‘Plum Pickings’ was not at my usual quality or quantity, mostly because I was scared about posting and felt if I didn’t put it up then, then it was unlikely I would add to Market Comodity ever. I hope this next chapter is better. It’s certainly a tad longer.

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They reached the club without incidence.

Bonnie had ignored him unless giving direction.

How had he misread the situation so wrong? The clone kept briefly glancing at his owner in the rear-view mirror.

His boss was handsome he supposed, dark glossy hair, dark eyed, well polished. Although the make-up seemed a bit off in some places, discolouration? Maybe, he could see the edge of brownish yellow bruise at the edge of her collar.

Her clothes were classy, businesslike.

She noticed, her eyes holding irritation. He had looked back at the road.

His programming said to seek pleasure from his master, give his master pleasure. He wanted to. Why had she rejected him?

Why couldn’t he read her? Why did she give off such confusing signals?

A look of disgust crossed her face as they passed a couple on the street, the woman practically hanging off a seeker clone.

She didn’t want him.

“Boss, why did you buy me?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions.”

“How is that stupid?”

She looked at him, considering. “I acquired you for many reasons. Because I could. Because you are a symbol of power and status, because my idiot brother thinks he can deal with Decepticons and not get burned.”

That made a great deal of sense to the clone. He nodded, “I see.” He was a symbol to raise her status. He could work with that. The iciness of before had seemingly melted away, even if much of the annoyance remained.

“We’re here. Park.” She ordered.

Plum parked with few difficulties. The area was mostly empty except for a few older cars. Bonnie’s Nissan was clearly the newest and most expensive car there.

A street lamp dimly flashed on, the dull orange making the area seem pockmarked and worn. Stray pieces of broken glass was scattered around, and the smell…

“My club, the Moonlight. The centre of my business operations.”

The sign flashed on, lettering lit a bright blue, and in white beside it a crescent moon, with the silhouette of a woman gazing up at it.

“Quiet.”

“The dinning room doesn’t open for another hour, and the club proper opens two hours after that.”

She pulled him in the front door and immediately half a dozen heads lifted and then stared.

Four were young, and looked like they had been setting tables, youth making them pretty. Three young ladies in cocktail dresses, looking like someone had used the same mould for them. Plum mentally filed them as ‘Curls’, ‘Legs’ and ‘Blondie’, then disregarded them as unimportant.

The fourth looked too young, and wore an apron over ratty jeans and faded shirt. His mouth had dropped open and was staring at Plum with almost hero worship. He couldn’t be eighteen.

An older woman was reading from a large hardback book with gold edged pages set at a podium set near the entrance. She smiled at them. “Didn’t expect to see you tonight Bonnie boss.”

“Too much work to do. The accounts aren’t adding up.” They both smiled at that. “Think Ruby wants a helper?” Tossing her head to indicate Plum.

The woman snorted, “After your brother stole our best tech? You’ll probably have to pry it away from her you know.”

“I know. She’s gone mech mad.” She turned to the younger staff. “Skipper?”

“Yeah boss?” The boy jumped to attention, and the trio of girls giggled.

“Go fetch Ruby for me.”

“Got it boss.” And the boy dashed out. Plum mentally revised his age. The boy wasn’t even sixteen.

“Get me a JD Mac.” Bonnie said to the last of those present, approaching the bar where the older man was wiping down the sides.

“Does Kent know you’re drinking this early?”

Bonnie slid onto one of the bar chairs.

“Like my brother can say anything.”

“Right boss. I’ll let you two fight it out.” He said, placing the tumbler with golden liquid and a fair amount of ice in front of her. “Bad day?” His eyes slid to the clone, and the temperature of the room seemed to drop.

Plum smiled broadly, practically radiating friendliness. The young girls smiled back and giggled between themselves, and even the older woman returned a small half smile.

The man, Mac, glared.

Bonnie hadn’t even looked up from her glass.

“Bonnie!” A loud voice called attention to its owner, a bundle of excitement wrapped in a fashionable wine coloured dress. “I can’t believe you of all people brought one of those mech clones.”

This woman was a fading beauty. Dark curls stylishly fell down her back, and she glittered red with all the jewellery she wore. She dominated the room with ease, treating it as if dozens watched her instead of the few staff, and glided across the floor.

“What can I say? My brother spoils me.”

“What was that man thinking?”

“Like my brother thinks. Anyway, see what you can do with him. Plum, do whatever Ruby wants. I want him back at midnight.”

“Right you are Bonbon, follow me Plum.” And they left.

“Well?” Mac asked.

Bonnie downed her drink. “Water now.” She said instead, and Mac slid a tall one over, well aware of her drinking habits.

“So?”

“It’s a machine Mac. Not real. Fake. Completely fake.”

“They seem popular enough.”

“I couldn’t do it. It doesn’t even taste human.”

“You expected it to?” he asked.

“I just went frigid at the thought of letting that thing inside of me.” She sighed.

“They do have other functions.”

She snorted. “I wanted a sex toy; the other functions were minor bonuses.”

“So why that mech?”

“No reason.”

“So nothing to do with Damon?”

“He’s dead Mac. Has been for years.”

“So nothing to do with Swindle.”

“Correct.”

“Nothing at all.”

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