We went to the dance floor where Darrell quickly wrapped his arms around me.
“Cydney, on the way over here tonight, Jessica told me she was pregnant. Wha…what should I do? Please tell me what do you think I should do?”
I was relieved. I thought Darrell was going to tell me he saw Isaac flirting with someone. Of course, I would have been embarrassed. “Darrell, I’m not sure what you should do. Maybe you should start with being honest with her. Honesty never hurt anybody, you know?”
“I can’t tell her the truth, especially with her being pregnant. She’s going to want to get married and I am so, so screwed.” Darrell twirled me around then pulled me closer to him. “By the way, did I tell you how fabulous you look tonight? You look awesome.”
“Thank you, and so do you. The nervousness is causing you to sweat, though. Never let a woman see you sweat.”
Darrell displayed a wide smile then twirled me around again. As people watched us, we both laughed and agreed to have lunch tomorrow so we could talk. When the song was over, he held my waist and escorted me off the floor. Immediately thereafter, Isaac walked up and pulled my hand.
“Isaac, you remember Darrell, don’t you?” I said.
“Hi, Mr. Conley,” Darrell said. “Good to see you again. Cydney is quite a dancer, isn’t she?”
Isaac didn’t reply. He looked at me and squeezed my hand tighter.
“May I speak to you for a minute?” he said.
“Sure,” I said, excusing myself from Darrell. We went outside and stood next to a lit waterfall in front of the hotel.
“All I want to know is, are you having sex with your boss?”
My mouth dropped wide open. Isaac’s jealousy was kind of cute. “Who, Darrell?”
“Yes, Darrell. By the way he was touching on you in there, I can tell something is up. And a white man, Cyd? Then, you’ve been here for almost thirty damn minutes and haven’t even acknowledged me. If you weren’t going to say shit to me, then why did you ask me to come?”
“First of all, Darrell and I are friends. Secondly, I was on my way over to you, but he needed to speak to me about something important. Lastly, if you’d like to leave, feel free. Don’t try to start an argument with me so that you can get out of here, Isaac, I know how you like to play games. If anything, spare me the embarrassment tonight, okay?”
I turned and Isaac grabbed my hand. Catching me off guard, he swung me around and sucked my lips into his. As I tried to pull away from his kiss, he held my head tightly and forced his tongue deeply into my mouth. I pushed him back, causing him to slightly stumble. I wiped my lips while staring at him.
“I’m here to pretend, so let’s go inside and continue this charade,” he said. “You look extremely beautiful tonight and if you want another kiss like that one, you’d better be on good behavior.”
“Trust me, I don’t want another kiss like that tonight. And as long as you’re placing your lips on other women’s pussies, please don’t put them on mine.”
“It’s too late to take it back,” he said, opening the door for me.
I rolled my eyes, but proceeded to go back inside where the fakeness continued. You would have thought that Isaac and I had the perfect marriage. He stayed close by me, held my hand, talked like he had some sense to my coworkers and paid me many, many compliments in front of them. Basically, bragged about what a wonderful wife he had and told them how lucky they were to have me. When he tried to sneak in another kiss, I walked his butt to the bathroom and checked him again. It wasn’t that my husband wasn’t a great kisser, but who in the hell wanted to kiss a man whose lips had been all over St. Louis? I for surely didn’t, but there was no denying that with a little hope, effort and change, maybe, things between us would get better.
ISAAC
Cydney played me—played me good. After we left the Hilton, we met up at home and stayed up most of the night talking. Our conversation flowed like it hadn’t done in quite some time. It seemed that she was ready to give in to me. Maybe the alcohol had her adrenaline going, but when it came down to it, she turned her back and said she was tired. Before going to sleep, I literally begged her to make love to me. She refused. Hurt by her rejection, I left.
On my drive to Laquinta’s place, I couldn’t stop thinking about Cyd. Damn, she looked beautiful tonight. I hadn’t seen her look that good in quite some time and the dress she wore, it did justice to her curves. I mean, had me hard as a rock, just by eyeing me all night at the party. I was so sure that we’d make love tonight. I visualized removing her dress and tearing into it, as I’d done so many times in the past. There was no doubt that making love to her was the best and I was starting to miss the relationship we once had. For now, though, Laquinta and some of the other chicks who didn’t even know what was up, were there to fill a void.
The moment I arrived at Laquinta’s place, I suspected her attitude would be on full display. A couple of days ago, I’d promised her a visit and money, but was a no show. Had Avena not wasted my time on my anniversary, I would’ve been able to make it to Laquinta that night. Since Miguel didn’t show up for work yesterday, I couldn’t wait to see him so I could tell him about how things went down with Avena. Needless to say, I should have listened to him.
Laquinta quickly pulled the door open and searched me from head to toe. As handsome as I looked in my black suit, I knew there would be no denying me.
“You must have been out with the wife tonight, huh?” she said, turning away from the door. I barely discussed Cyd with Laquinta so I didn’t tell her if I was or if I wasn’t. All I did was close the door and walk over to the couch. I removed my suit jacket and laid it next to me. After I sat back, I smiled at a woman with serious attitude standing in front of me. I slowly undid the buttons on my silk shirt and gave her a wink
“You’re much prettier when you’re smiling. Come sit right here,” I said, patting my lap.
Laquinta folded her arms and moved her long micro braids away from her face. She wore a red half T-shirt and hip hugging blue jean shorts that showed her belly-ring and tattoo of cherries that pointed to down below. As she stepped my way, I noticed the shine on her dark chocolate, smooth skin that always turned me on. Sexy she was.
When she reached me, she straddled my lap on her knees. She placed her arms on my shoulders while searching into my eyes.
“Do you have any idea how lonely I’ve been without you? I told you that your daughter was away with her grandmother and that means I wanted some time alone with you. Then, you never brought me the hundred bucks so I haven’t had anything to eat. I assume that you’re going to take me to dinner tomorrow to make it up to me, right?”
I reached for my jacket to retrieve my wallet. I handed Laquinta two hundred dollar bills.
“Please forgive me for tripping,” I said, knowing that the extra hundred would keep her quiet. “Now, if you don’t mind, I get enough gripe at home from my wife. I don’t need to hear it from you too, and for the last time, I apologize for not showing up when I told you I would.”
Laquinta tossed the money on the floor then leaned close to my ear. She licked around it, before sticking her pierced tongue deep inside. My head squirmed around. I closed my eyes and dropped my head back. After her tongue left my ear, she massaged my chest and manipulated my nipples with the tips of her long fingernails. I wanted to taste her sweet lips, so I grabbed her face and brought it to mine. Momentarily, we indulged in a sloppy, wet kiss. When I reached for her shorts to take them off, she backed away. She walked around the coffee table and stood before me. I damn near melted in my seat, as she pulled her top over her head and dropped her shorts to the floor. Her body was perfectly shaped into an hourglass figure. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on it. Teasing me, she massaged her breasts together and turned around so I could get a view of her healthy, chocolate naked ass. When she reached back with her hands and pulled it apart, I jumped up from my seat. I quickly stepped over the table and shoved her into the wall in front of her. Facing
it, she turned her head to the side to kiss me as I pressed my body against hers. Always, the kiss was sweet, but not as much as her pussy was. I knew how rough she liked it, so I reached in my pocket for my handcuffs. I pulled her arms tightly behind her and placed the cuffs around her wrist. More than excited, I dropped my pants to the floor and slapped my dick against her butt cheeks. I moved her braids away from her neck and softly bit it.
“Spread your legs,” I ordered. She obeyed my command, as I reached around to her front and roughly massaged her breasts together. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, can and will be used against you in the bedroom. You have the right to see any man that you wish too, but understand that no man can fuck you like the one you’ve appointed to do it for you today.”
“I know how good you are to me, Isaac,” she moaned. “Fuck me good, though, baby. Do it good.”
With her legs still apart, I rubbed one hand on the side of her hip and swayed it across her ass. My fingers entered her from the back and I worked her until she was moist and ready for me. Actually, she was more than moist—the juices from her insides made a loud gushy sound to make me aware. I removed my fingers, squatted down low behind her and separated her cheeks. Diving right into it, I licked her insides from the tip of her swollen pearl, to the tip of her asshole. She was on fire and could barely keep still. Her legs trembled and she bent further over so I could go in deeper with my tongue.
“Daaaaaamn, Isaac,” she cried out. “Why do you do this to me? I…I’ll never be able to say the hell wit you…neverrrr.”
After finishing my business, I stood and licked my lips clean. “And, I’ll never ask you to say to hell with me either. That would be depriving me too and we gon’ do this every hour,” I said, placing my dick inside of her to relieve us. “Every minute,” I gave her several hard and lengthy strokes. “Annnd,” I strained to keep myself from exploding. “And every second that we can.”
Laquinta nodded in agreement. As I continued to fuck her from behind, she worked me like a pro. During sex, I loved the way she made me feel. It was the after effects that always bothered me.
I hadn’t gotten a lick of sleep, and I had a hard time getting out of Laquinta’s bed. For now, the rule about going home every night had gone down the drain. If Cydney felt as if she didn’t have to come home, neither did I. I was sad that things had turned out so badly for us, and as my guilt started to kick in, all I could think about was being with my wife. Cydney knew how to please me better than anybody, but at this point, pleasing me was the last thing on her mind.
Once I changed into my uniform in the locker room, I sat on the bench, dropped my head into my hands and closed my eyes. When I felt myself nodding off, my thoughts switched to my amazing night with Laquinta. I didn’t mind dropping money by her bedside because the sex was for surely worth it. And even though she had her ghettofied ways, she was still a sweet person who would do anything within her power to please me. According to my friends who’d met her, they said I’d stooped to an all-time low, in comparison to Cydney. But, just because she was on welfare and living in a low income apartment, that didn’t classify her as being stupid. She had brains, she kept herself and her apartment clean, and she took care of our daughter. I was on cloud nine thinking about the blowjob she’d given me and my thoughts prompted me to pick up the phone and call her. After our eventful night together, of course, she was asleep.
“I knew you were probably sleeping, but before I got busy today, I wanted to thank you for alleviating some of the pressure I’ve been under.”
“No need to thank me, Isaac. I just wish I didn’t have to sit around and wait for you to come by and see me on your time. You know I want us to be together, but I’m willing to wait and see what happens. Besides, every time you get upset with your wife, that’s a bonus for me. Your sex be off the chain and you certainly know how to put something on a sistah’s mind. You’ve been doing a lot of that lately, so I suspect that things ain’t going too well at home. Whenever you’re ready to say goodbye to the witch, just let me know.”
“As much as I feel for you, Laquinta, I don’t want to make you any promises. Cyd…my wife and I have been together for a long time. Our marriage ain’t gon’ to end overnight.”
“Well, we’ve been at this for over two years now. I’ll remain patient, because I love you like that. As long as you continue to take care of me and your daughter, I’m good. Totally good.”
“I hope so. Now, take your sweet self back to sleep. I’ll probably see you later.”
“Later as in, sex later or take me out on the town later? You looked so nice coming in here rocking that suit, and it kind of frustrated me knowing that you’d been out with her.”
“I already told you that I can’t be flaunting you around like that. I wish I could, but there’s too much at stake. My wife knows a lot of people, and if possible, I’d like to spare her any embarrassment.”
“Ouch…that hurt. You putting her feelings before mines ain’t a good thing. Don’t tell me no, but just think about it. I’d like to go anywhere—somewhere other than being cooped up in here all day fucking.”
She was starting to piss me off, and the less we talked about my marriage, the better. “If you’re tired of fucking then why don’t you go look for a job? Work might keep you busy, but that’s just a suggestion.”
“Nigga, don’t get it twisted. It’s not that I don’t want to work, but daycare cost a fortune. If I can live here, nearly rent free, take care of our daughter, and live a stress free life because all of my bills are paid, then I’m good. Stressing myself with work doesn’t sound tempting to me right now.”
“Then, what about school? An education never hurt anybody.”
“I’m twenty-eight years old, fool. Going back to school ain’t on my agenda. Hell, I barely made it out of high school and you think I’m interested in going to college? Please.”
Her pussy had been so good to me that, at times, I forgot who I was dealing with. “Baby, I gotta go. Keep my spot warm for me, until I can get there to see you.”
“Yeah, right,” she said, and then hung up.
I held my cell phone in my hand then released a deep sigh. When I heard a whistle, I turned and saw Miguel coming through the door.
“You’re late,” I said. “And what was the purpose for your absence yesterday?”
“Since when did you become the boss,” he joked, while opening his locker. “If you must know, I’m late because I caught a flat on my way to work. I didn’t come in yesterday because I had to fix my sister’s car.”
“Well, hurry up and change. Sergeant Armstrong wants to see you.”
“Yeah, I know. On my way to the locker room, he told me to stop by his office.”
“I wonder what’s that all about,” I said, curious.
Miguel shrugged and hurried to change.
When Miguel and I stopped at Armstrong’s office, he was on the phone and asked us to wait outside in the hall. With his door closed, we waited for him to end his call.
“That white, fat motherfucker makes me sick,” Miguel whispered. “I can’t wait to kiss this damn job goodbye.”
“I thought you liked your job? You just said, the other day, that this was the best job ever.”
“Fool, you know why I like my job. It’s the same reason why you like yours. The part I hate is being told what to do and how to do it. Armstrong be talking down on the brothers around here, and frankly, I don’t like that shit.”
“I know what you mean, but most of our time is spent on the streets. Realistically, Armstrong shouldn’t be a problem for either one of us.”
“I guess,” he said, looking through the dusty blinds to see if Armstrong had ended his call. He had, and immediately pulled the door open.
“Officer Conley, what are you doing in here? I didn’t ask to speak with you. I asked for Officer Spencer to come see me.”
“But, we partners, though, Sarg. You don’t mind if I stay to see what’s u
p, do you?”
He sat in his squeaky busted up leather chair and pointed his finger at Miguel. “Again, I’ve been getting some complaints about you. One about you, Conley, but...”
Miguel quickly spoke up. “Complaints about what? I’d like to know…”
Armstrong picked up a small stack of papers. “On last Friday, you handcuffed a guy on Sarah Ave., and busted his nose,” he thumbed through to the next page. “On last Tuesday, you tossed a guy through a windshield and witnesses said that he was very cooperative with you. During our last conversation and still being investigated…a lady claimed that you patted her down and touched between her legs. And, a drug dealer said that both of you guys stole some money from him. These actions might require me to put the both of you on suspension. If any of this is proven to be true, I assure both of you that you’re out of here.”
“Like I told you the last time we spoke, all that was justified, Sarg,” Miguel responded. “With the exception of patting down a woman and stealing money from a drug dealer. You know that’s against the rules and whoever filed those complaints lied.”
Armstrong looked at me. “What’s going on, Conley?”
“Haters. That’s what’s going on. Miguel and me aren’t well liked on the streets because we handle our business and handle it well. You can tell by the amount of criminals we’re responsible for putting behind bars. Even you can agree that the streets of St. Louis are a lot safer because of us. Miguel busted that young man’s nose because he punched him first. The other guy went through the windshield because he tried to run from us by jumping over his own car. The witnesses showed up after the fact and didn’t see everything that happened. As for the drug dealer, please. All the money that we found, we turned in every last dime. I don’t know anything about a woman being searched, but it was probably a complaint from a woman whose feelings were hurt because she got rejected. You know how it is, Sarg.”
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