A Clean Up Man

by M. T. Pope

  When I got out of the courtroom, there was a terrace-type setting to the building where you could see over the banister to the front door and various other sections of the downstairs. I watched to see when Jarrod walked in the door. A few seconds later, he made his way into the building. I watched him flash his badge and make his way toward the steps. I decided that now was the time, so I made my way down the steps just as he was halfway coming up.

  “Can I have a word with you for a second?” I tried to be discreet and subtle in my approach.

  He looked at me for a second before he answered. “What about?” He had a smug look on his face and I wanted to punch him in it, but that wouldn’t be good for my plan.

  “About a friend of mine.” My voice level was still low and discreet. “I have a proposition for you.”

  He looked around me to see who was watching, as did I a few seconds earlier. “A proposition?” His eyebrows rose. I hoped it was out of curiosity.

  “Yes, can we go somewhere and talk for a few seconds?”

  “I have a case in a few minutes.” He looked at his watch and then up the staircase.

  “I know that.” I adjusted my dick as discreetly as I could, so he would get the hint about what I was talking about.

  “Oh, you want to talk about that?” He smiled with an evil and deviant grin. I knew that I had him where I needed him. “Sure, let’s talk.”

  “Okay, meet me in the bathroom upstairs in three minutes.” I made my way back up the stairs and into the men’s bathroom. I prayed that the bathroom was all clear, but there was a dude in the bathroom when I got in there. I prayed that no one saw me come in, but I wasn’t really worried about that as of now. I had to do what I had to do to get the job done.

  The dude walked out of the bathroom as I stood at the stall, pretending to pee. As soon as he left I checked underneath the three bathroom stalls to make sure no one was in any of them. There was no one else there.

  Almost on cue, Jarrod walked into the bathroom. I had to admit that he was a fine piece of a man. I would enjoy this moment and the others that I had planned.

  “So, what is it that you want to talk to me about?” He smiled, because he thought that he was in control of the situation. I let him believe that for the time being.

  I looked at him and then past him at the door.

  “Don’t worry; a buddy of mine works here and I asked him to guard the door while I talked to a violator,” he reassured me. “We got fifteen minutes.”

  “I need you to leave and let my buddy’s ticket go away.” I looked desperate just so he could think I was at his mercy.

  “That’s a big thing for me to do. I have never let a person just get away with a ticket. Not on my stretch of highway.” His ass was cocky as a muthafucka.

  “I know that, I just need this favor.” I walked to him a little closer and reached out and gently caressed his already hard dick. “I’ll do anything to make this go away.”

  “I bet you would, you little slut.” He smiled as he said it. I smiled as well. He oozed sexiness to me. I wanted to do some Madonna-type of shit and just lick the side of his face for the fun of it.

  He reached up and palmed the top of my head and pushed me down to my knees.

  “Prove it.” His voice was in a low groan. It turned me on.

  I got down on my knees in front of him. I looked up at him like he was my father and I was his son.

  “Go ’head . . . Do it!” he spoke again.

  I opened the flap of his pants with my fingers and unzipped him with my teeth. He aggressively pushed my face into his crotch and I licked his dick through his pants. He groaned again. I knew that I had to do this and do it right.

  I slowly eased his dick out of his pants. He was nine inches from what I could tell. I slowly pumped his dick in my hand as I used the other hand to pull out his balls and put them in my mouth, one at a time. While I was sucking them, he rose on his tippy toes as I licked his balls all the way up to his dick. I was doing it nice and slow, so he would remember me long after I was gone. I took out a vanilla-flavored condom and placed it on his dick for safety reasons. I didn’t know if he just fucked his wife or what this morning. I didn’t want to catch anything either.

  “Damn, man, you good at this shit, aren’t you?” I ignored him as I went in for the kill. I spit on his dick one good time before I took him into my mouth. A nice and slow rhythm always gave a guy the maximum satisfactory cum.

  “You, like?” I looked up at him in between sucks. He nodded his satisfaction. At this point, words were foreign to him. Like most men, he forgot the English language when he was getting his dick sucked by a shonuff dick sucker.

  I kept going until I felt his balls tighten up in my hand. I didn’t want him to cum just yet, so I got up and pulled him by his dick into one of the bathroom stalls. I pushed him down on the toilet and unzipped my pants, took them off, and hung them on the coat hanger on the back of the stall door. I took the first condom off and then pulled another one out of my wallet and strapped it on him.

  “Damn, baby got back.” He moaned as I bent over and shook my ass in his face a little. He grabbed it and then squeezed it.

  “I need you to walk out of here and let my buddy go, since I’m taking care of your buddy.” I turned around and stroked his dick, which seemed like it was throbbing like a beating heart.

  “Yeah, whatever, man, come sit on my dick. Let me fuck that ass.” He stood, turned me around, and pushed me up against the door. “Assume the position.”

  I did what I was told. I put my hands on the door and pushed my ass out toward him. I heard him spit on his dick and I felt the warmth of his dick as his head entered me from behind.

  “Unnnhhhhhh,” I moaned and pushed back on him.

  “Damn, you tight,” he said, palming my hips, and he eased in and out of me slowly. Pretty soon he was going fast and then faster. I knew we were close to the fifteen minutes being up and he was trying his best to get the best nut he could get. And I was going to do give it to him.

  “Take that shit . . . Take that shit . . . Take that ass.” I pushed back on him as hard as I could. His balls were slapping against my ass and I loved the sound of it. It was music to my ears. He was tearing my ass up and I felt his every thrust.

  “I’m going to cum . . . I’m about to bust.” He was now bent over in my ear in a low groan and he ground into me, trying to get every stroke in as possible.

  “Cum in me . . . Cum in me,” I moaned. And shortly thereafter he did just that.

  “Damn, man. That . . . was . . . some . . . good ass.” I felt his heartbeat on my back, and rested. When he got through he threw the condom in the toilet.

  “Dude, I’m out. Give me your number so we can do this again.” I reached in my pants back pocket and gave him my card. He pushed past me and made his way out of the bathroom. A few seconds later, I heard a guy come in the bathroom.

  “Damn, it smells like ass up in this muthafucka!”

  I can’t say that I was very proud at that moment, but I hoped that what I just did worked in Carlos’s favor. I looked at my watch and it was five after twelve. I eased my pants on and looked down at the toilet. His semen-filled condom was floating in the toilet. I did the unthinkable and fished it out with my hand. From what I could tell, none had escaped, so I tied it up and a placed it in some tissue paper and placed it in one of my pockets in my cargo pants. I buttoned the pocket to secure it. I flushed the toilet and made my way to the bathroom sink to wash my hands. The look on the guy’s face was like he knew what just happened, but I wasn’t going to let him think he did.

  “Damn, man, I got to stop eating at them corner store carry-outs. They mess yo’ shit up.” I laughed.

  “Yeah, man, I know them muthafuckas be killing cats and rats and feeding that shit to us. That is why I don’t eat that shit no more.”

  “That was my last time last night. I’m leaving that shit alone for good.” I said, drying my hands on some paper towels and exiti
ng the bathroom. I walked down the hall and around the corner to the courtroom to hook back up with Carlos.

  I walked in the courtroom that Carlos was in just as they were calling his case. I sat down as he stood at the front of the courtroom. They called for the police officer who issued the ticket, but I knew that he wasn’t going to show up. But no one knew why. They waited five minutes and then threw the case out.

  I got up and walked out of the courtroom with a smile on my face. A few seconds later, Carlos came out as well. He had a smile on his face.

  “You okay?” I asked. I knew the answer but I just wanted to hear it from him.

  “Yeah, dude didn’t show up.” He looked like he was going to do the cabbage patch or something. I was happy for him, but I was happy for me more.

  “Cool.” I nodded my head calmly. “So what do you want to do now?”

  “Let’s go celebrate.” He smiled hard again. “My treat.”

  “Okay, let’s go.” I turned around and started walking toward the steps that led downstairs.

  When we got downstairs, he headed to his truck and I did mine. I let him pull off first and then I did the same. I didn’t know where we were going, but I had a feeling. Sure enough, twenty minutes later were sitting in a booth in Famous Dave’s rib spot in Owings Mills: another one of our favorite eat-out spots.

  We ate, talked, and joked around until we both were ready to go home. He never asked me what I did to get the officer to be a no-show and I didn’t push the issue, either. We went our separate ways and I promised to call him the next day.

  I had another job to do tomorrow and I was looking forward to it. When I got home I placed the condom in the freezer for safe keeping and jumped in the shower. I didn’t know if I was going to have to use it against him, but I knew I would if I had to. I got out of the shower, put on my favorite lounging pants and a wife beater, and lay across my bed. I decided to give my mother a call before I went to sleep.

  “Hello, baby.” She answered the phone with cheer.

  “Hey, Ma. How are you doing?”

  “Momma is doing well. I’m just sitting here in the living room watching a movie with Angie. How about you?” I could hear the television on in the background. I could also picture Angie all snuggled up against my mother. That wasn’t a pretty picture to me. I still and would always think that my mother should be with a man. Not a woman who wanted to be one. But hell, I had to respect her because of my momma.

  “I had a good day today. Carlos and I hung out for a while and now I am laid across my bed about to go to sleep. I just wanted to call you and tell you that I love you and you are the best mother in the world.”

  “Awww . . . baby, thank you. Momma loves you too.”

  “Who’s that?” I heard Angie ask in the background.

  “None ya business,” I whispered, but I heard my mother say, “It’s Kraig, baby.”

  “Kraig, baby, Momma don’t want to miss this movie. I’ll talk to you later.” She rushed me off of the phone. I knew that it was Angie rushing her off the phone.

  “All right, Ma, I’ll talk to you later too.”

  Chapter 16

  In Love

  After coming from Lowe’s in Woodlawn to pick up some supplies that I needed for the job I was about to do today, I headed over to the site of my next job. Carlos’s girlfriend, Carla, recommended me to her boss. She was a paralegal and her boss mentioned in passing that he needed something built in his house. Since Carla knew that I was a private contractor and I was her boyfriend’s best friend, she passed my information on to him. I thought that it was a really great gesture.

  It was about nine o’clock in the morning when I parked my truck outside of the house I was about to work in. I sat there and looked at the neighborhood for a few seconds. It was a pretty nice one. Tall oak trees decorated the sidewalk evenly and every house had neatly manicured lawns with perfect green grass and flowerbeds in various parts of the lawn. Children rode bikes up and down the sidewalk and played in their yards. Luxury and family cars lined the cemented driveways.

  The houses were fancy—modern Tudor-type you knew that important people with families lived within the four walls. It’s not that I wasn’t used to nice things, because I had my own and my mother always strived to give me the best. It’s just that the city life seemed like it moved so fast, and here it looked like life flowed smooth and easily. It looked like they had no cares in the world.

  After a few seconds more, I stepped from my truck and into the yard of the Black family. I walked up to the door and knocked. A few seconds later the door opened and a beautiful lady answered the door.

  “Hello, how are you today?” she greeted me. She had her hair tied up in a bun just like a schoolteacher would.

  “I’m doing great. Are you Mrs. Black?” I asked.

  “Call me Mona.” She smiled.

  “Okay . . . Mona, I’m Kraig and I’m here to do the work your husband spoke to me about the other day.”

  “Yesss . . . Kraig, come on in and I will show you to my husband’s office.”

  Before I entered, I noticed a little girl behind her clinging to her leg as if her life depended on it. She peeked at me and then hid back behind her mother.

  “Hi, there.” I waved at the shy little chocolate girl. She had to be about two or three years old.

  “Oh, forgive Diana, she’s a little shy. We don’t get that many guests outside of family to come to the house.” She backed up and let me in their foyer.

  We walked past the living room and dining room, toward the back of the house where the kitchen and her husband’s office were located.

  “Here we are,” she said as we walked into his office.

  “Okay, great. I’ll get started and try to be out of here in no time.”

  “Take your time. If you need anything just let me know.”

  “Sure will.” I looked around the office and looked at all of the diplomas and certificates he had. From what I could tell, he had the good life. But, then again, looks are deceiving.

  I pushed some furniture out of the way and then covered it with some sheets that I brought in with me. He had an empty wall on one side of his room that he wanted me to build a bookcase into. I saw a couple of boxes in the corner that were labeled BOOKS.

  I grabbed more tools from my truck, along with some wood and other things that I needed, and got to work.

  Six hours later I was finished and cleaning up my mess when I heard a door open and some chatter coming closer to me. The kitchen was next to his office and I could smell the aroma of some good food being cooked.

  “Ma, we home.” I heard a male voice getting closer.

  “I’m in the kitchen,” I heard her say.

  I had my back to the door, but I quickly turned around because I felt like someone was behind me.

  “Coooooool.” The young boy stood in front of me in awe at the bookcase I just installed. He had to be about ten or eleven. “Dad is going to love this. This is the bomb.”

  I couldn’t help but smile.

  “Alex, get in here and leave that man alone.” Mrs. Black came in and ushered him right out of the room.

  “He’s fine, I was finished anyway.”

  “Woooow, this is awesome.” She stood back with her hands on her hips. “Shawn is going to love this. I don’t know why he didn’t do this before. I had to convince him to do this because he was going to get one of those cheap bookcases from Wal-Mart, but I told him to get it done by a professional. He has been so down lately. I know that this is going to make him smile.”

  “I’m glad that you like it.” I felt proud.

  “Ma, I’m hungry. Is the food ready?” I saw another young girl come into the room. She looked to be about the same age as the boy who was just in the room.

  “Okay, Ashley. Go and set the table and I will be in there in a minute.”

  “Is Daddy going to eat with us?”

  “No, he’s working late. Now go on and set the table.” She pushed
her out of the room.

  “Awww, he always working late,” the young girl mumbled as she walked away.

  Mrs. Black rolled her eyes a little like she wanted to go and lay hands on her, but focused her attention on me. “Here is the check for the work. I’m sure once my husband sees this he will ask you to do other things for us if need be.”

  “Thank you so much and it was a pleasure to work for you today.”

  “The same here. Did you need something to eat? You are welcome to help yourself.” She looked so sincere.

  “That’s okay, I don’t want to impose. Besides, I have a dinner date in a couple of hours and I need to get going so I can get ready for that.”

  “Well, have a great evening,” She stood at the door as I walked to my truck.

  “I sure will.” I hopped in my truck and pulled off, glad I did another satisfactory job.

  I was home by five-thirty and showered, shaved, and dressed by seven o’clock. I had a dinner date with Carlos and Carla. I was finally meeting Carla. I didn’t know how it was going to go tonight, but I was hoping for the best and not a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Chicks can play the role of a good girl for a minute before the hood chick slips up and shows her true colors. I was ready to pull this chick’s card if need be. I sincerely hoped not, though, because Carlos could not stop talking about this chick to save his life and he would be devastated to find out she was a fraud.

  I pulled up to The Olive Branch on Reisterstown Road in Pikesville and parked my car. I looked at myself in my mirror to make sure I had nothing on my face and that my clothes were just right. I can’t go in here looking like I’m busted just in case I really have to go in on this chick. I didn’t want her to have anything on me to say in retaliation to what I would or could say to her. I had on some brown linen pants, a white top, and some closed-toe sandals. It was breezy out and my pants flailed a little as I walked across the small parking lot toward the door.