by Anna J.
“Who is it?” I yell again as I get closer to the door.
Whoever it was, was knocking like they were going to take the damn door off the hinges.
“It’s the police,” a masculine voice came from the other side.
I wonder briefly what they are doing here, then think maybe they are coming to get more information on who wrecked my car. I don’t see the need to bring up Nevaeh’s name because I already dealt with her, so I’ll just tell them I don’t know who did it.
“Yes?” I say with a slight attitude once I open the door. The wind rushing in makes my bare nipples rock-hard and strained against the soft terry cloth of my bathrobe, and my clit pulsates from the wind touching me there, because I have no hair there to protect it.
“Are you Jaydah B. Wells?” the officer asks, once he finally picks his tongue up off the floor.
“Yes, why do you ask?”
“I am here to place you under arrest for assault and battery on a Nevaeh Thompson. You need to go with us to the police station.”
“Assault? Are you serious?” I ask, not believing this bitch had the audacity to call the law on me after what she did to my car.
“I am serious, ma’am. We need you to come down to discuss the situation, but it’s only gonna take an hour or so and you’ll be out.”
“Okay, can I at least put some clothes on? I can’t go down there like this.”
“Sure, you can put on something, but we have to come inside to ensure you won’t try to escape from the window or something.”
I don’t even bother to respond because I am too upset. How in hell am I going to escape through the window from the tenth floor? I go into the room and grab a thong and a pair of socks, and walk down the hallway. I stand right in front of the officers half-naked while I dress in the clothes I had on earlier. Both of them try not to look directly at me. I grab my purse off the couch and put on my coat, preparing to walk out with them.
“Ma’am, it’s procedure that we have to cuff you, but we will do so after you secure the premises, and I will put them on in the front so that it’s more comfortable for you.”
I can’t believe what I am hearing, but I comply, so I could get this shit over as soon as possible. The ride over is only about ten minutes, and once they place me in the cell, I know my stay will be going downhill from here. Nevaeh is going to pay for this shit, and she’s going to wish I had killed her ass instead.
Ring the Alarm
Midori
I pull up to Ray’s job delighted to find a parking space right next to his car. That way, if one of his workers says he isn’t there, I’ll know they’re lying. I am in battle mode, and I just hope he did the right thing. I’d hate to have to wild out up in this camp. I check my lips to make sure they are nice and glossy and that my hair looks good before I get out and go inside.
The waiting room is packed with patients waiting to get to the back to see the doctor. I am surprised, because Ray’s office normally runs pretty smoothly, so the current chaos is more than likely the result of getting rid of Barbara. The two medical assistants at the front look like they are just about at their wits end, having to deal with all of these disgruntled patients by themselves. I hear one of the workers tell a patient that she has to reschedule because they are so far behind. Frankly, it is all hilarious to me, but that’s what you get when you step out on your marriage with a bitch who works with you on the job.
Now, I’m not going to lie to you. That little meeting I had with Nevaeh has my head spinning, but I have more pressing issues to deal with than some jealous ho who is sweating over a chick that I’m not even sure I want. Surprisingly I haven’t heard from her in a while, so I guess she finally decided to do what I asked. That’s a first.
I don’t even bother to ask of my husband’s whereabouts, because he had better be in the conference room handling his business. The two medical assistants look at me strange when I walk behind the desk and to the back, but if they value their jobs they will shut the hell up and do what they have to do up front.
It’s like everything is a blur as I approach the door. Putting my ear to the door to listen for what’s happening before I go inside, I can hear someone crying and two other people talking, so I know they’d gotten around to doing what I said. I don’t bother to knock. I walk right in on the meeting and over to where they are.
“This bitch has the audacity to show her face after trying to sabotage me? How dare you come here!” Barbara screams at the top of her lungs, afterward attempting to lunge at me from her seat.
I don’t even flinch because I’ve been itching to beat her ass since forever. Just to let her know I’m not intimidated, I take my time taking off my coat and taking a seat not too far from her. I hope she’ll give me a reason to bash her skull in today.
“Midori, what are you doing here? I told you I would handle it,” Ray says to me through clenched teeth, like he is ready to strike me as well.
“I came to make sure that you would,” I say, looking at both Ray and Barbara, daring them to try and make me leave. I smirk at Barbara because she looks a mess from crying, her makeup running all over her face.
“You never liked me,” Barbara screams at me from her seat, breaking down even further.
“Why should I? How long have you been fucking my husband, Barbara? How long have you been smiling in my face and eating at my table like you weren’t enjoying my husband in my bedroom when I was gone?”
“I’m not like that,” she cries, looking around the room desperately as she tries to make eye contact with Ray and his office manager.
I am the only one who maintains eye contact, enjoying watching her lose her mind. “Oh, you’re not like that? Do you really believe what you just said?”
“Fuck you, Midori! You’ve always been jealous of me and Ray’s relationship.”
“And rightfully so, since you’ve used our bed for marital duties more than he and I, but it’s cool. Y’all can have each other,” I reply, cool as a cucumber as I take my coat from the chair to put it on so I can leave. This is getting to be too much, and I don’t feel like the drama anymore.
“I didn’t sleep with your husband—how many times do I have to tell you that? He and my husband are friends. Why would I do that?” Barbara cries hysterically, hiccupping and trying to catch her breath.
I’m not moved by her act at all, because we both know what the truth is, and I don’t want to have to go there on her, but what choice do I have?
“So, you’re going to stand in my face and lie? You’re going to stand here and deny the truth, like I’m slow to what’s been going on with y’all? Why did you think you were being fired, Barbara?”
“Raymond said it was creating a conflict of interest in the office, and I was voted out by the staff.”
I look at Ray to confirm, and when he turns his head the other way, I know what she said was true. He didn’t even have the heart to tell her that I knew. I feel bad for a second, but her husband and I were the true victims, and I am going to make it my business to tell him what’s up before more lies are spread.
“Barbara, you and Ray deserve each other, and as I mentioned, you can have him. The reason you are being let go is because you are creating a conflict of interest between him and I by having an affair. That’s the whole situation in a nutshell.”
“I’m not sleeping with your damn husband!” she shouts at me again, and at that point I know I have to take it there.
“Barbara, I hope you get your situation together soon. When you’re at the point when you believe your own lies, it’s a sickness.”
“But I didn’t—”
I hold my hand up to stop her mid-sentence because I am just tired of everything. I take the time to zip up my coat and grab my purse from the chair. I start to walk away, but when I feel the photos in my pocket, I know I have to put it out there. Turning back around, I take the pictures and the copies that I made from my pocket and scatter them across the table. I found more pictures of
Barbara and Ray, both together and by themselves, in Ray’s closet. I can’t take it anymore.
Barbara almost passes out, and the office manager has to catch her before she hit the floor.
“Like I said, you’ve been fucking my husband. Ray, I want a divorce.”
I don’t even bother to wait for a response. I simply turn and exit the room, closing the door behind me so they can have some privacy. As I walk down the hallway I see everyone looking at me strangely, but I don’t care. I have my own heart to deal with, and I have to hold my own on this one.
On my way back to my office, I wrestle with the idea of telling Barbara’s husband what transpired between us, but I have to because I had already FedEx-ed him an envelope with the pictures in it to his office, due to arrive tomorrow. I have to tell him, and feel it’s only right to give him a heads-up on the situation.
I have two patients who were just sent back and are waiting for me, so I go in to them first before I make it back to my office. I don’t want to make the call, but if it was me, wouldn’t I have wanted someone to let me know what was going on? I dial the number before I decide against it and resist the urge to hang up the phone before someone has the chance to answer. I was doing the right thing, right?
“Thank you for calling the Corrective Surgery Center of Philadelphia, where looking your best is our number one goal. This is Audrey. How may I direct your call?”
“Hi, Audrey. This is Midori Hunter, Ray Hunter’s wife. Is Dr. Evans in?”
“Hello, Mrs. Hunter. Yes, he is, can I place you on hold for a second to see if he’s available?”
“Sure, you can.”
“Okay, please hold.”
Instantly the lyrics to Anita Baker’s “Fairy Tales” starts playing while she has me on hold, and I find myself singing along. My life used to be a fairy tale, but not in a good way. All the lies and deceit . . . it’s just too much. I briefly wonder if I should just let it go, but in reality I have to say something. I try to get it in my head what I am going to say to him, but the truth is all I have. No sugarcoating it.
“Mrs. Hunter, I’ll be transferring you now.”
Before I have a chance to respond, I hear Mike’s booming voice on the other end, and he sounds like he is in a good mood. That only means that Barbara hasn’t told him what happened at Ray’s practice yet, and in a way, that gives me an advantage, because I need to let him know what’s really going on before any more lies are told.
“Hey, Midori. How are you today?” he asks in his usually cheerful voice that always makes me smile. That was before today.
“I’ve had better days.” I sigh into the phone, trying to mentally prepare myself for what I’m about to do.
“A hectic day at the office, huh?” He chuckles into the phone, oblivious to the news I’m about to share with him.
“Mike, I need to tell you something, and I hope you forgive me for what I have to say.”
“Sure, Midori. Is everything okay with you and Ray? What do you need to talk about?”
I take a deep breath and begin to spill my guts about everything I found out about Ray and Barbara and what they’d been doing behind our backs.
We are on the phone for a good hour, and I spill everything to him. It was only my hearing him breathe on the other line that I know he’s still listening. I feel horrible about what I did, but we both deserve better.
“Midori, is all of what you are saying true?” he asks in a choked-up voice, like he’s trying to get it together. “That’s everything I witnessed with my own eyes.”
“Listen, I hope you’re still sitting down, because I have something to tell you as well.”
My heart begins to beat faster than it ever has, and I know I’m not prepared for what I’m about to hear. I can hear Mike take a deep breath before he begins to talk, and as life as I know it begins to spiral downward, I know by the end of the day I’ll need to be taken to a crazy hospital to be checked in.
Locked Down, Locked Up
Jaydah
That bitch got me locked up. I still can’t believe this shit. I’ve been in this bitch for three days, and am yet to get my first phone call. I absolutely refuse to use the toilet in this cell, and when the C.O. finally figures out that I’m not playing, he walks me down to use a bathroom in an empty cell, where he stands and watches my every move.
“You got ya clit pierced?” he asks me after I wipe myself and stand up to pull up my clothes.
I start to say some smart shit to him, but figure he’ll be my only ticket to having a halfway decent time in here without any extra bullshit, until I see the judge in the morning.
“Did you see a clit piercing?” I flirt shamelessly, hoping that maybe it will land me an empty cell where I can think better without having to sleep with one eye open.
“Yeah, I did,” he responds, damn near drooling.
The dick isn’t usually my thing, but he seems content with just being able to eat the pussy, so I decide to test him to see how far he’ll go.
“How you see my little ol’ piercing from way over there?” I ask after I pull my pants all the way up, just to see if he’ll let me leave or if he would stop me from going. My money is on the latter. I know if I let this fool just get a sniff of it, he’ll be putty in my hands.
Just as I thought, he walks his simple ass right where I am and backs me into the bench, causing me to sit down unwillingly. For a second I think I had made a mistake because if he tries to rape me, I have no back up. I know I have to get control of the situation, and fast, before shit gets out of hand. I grab him by his tie and pull him to my face roughly, so he can see I am in charge.
“You wanna eat my pussy, don’t you?” I say in a seductive whisper.
He nods his head like he’s a mute and can’t part his lips, never mind the fact that I just took a fresh piss and have been in here three days without touching some soap and water, but I guess maybe he likes it like that.
“Okay, this is what I’m gonna do, but I need you to do this for me.”
I make a bargain with his nut ass that I know he’ll take. I wonder briefly what requirements it took to be a prison guard because they fall for the most gullible shit. I’ve heard stories of female guards getting pregnant by inmates, and I didn’t really believe it, but this dude just confirmed the obvious. They’re an easy lay.
I tell him I’ll let him eat me out for ten minutes if he moves me to a cell where I am by myself. If he lets me do that, he could eat me out for another ten if I can use his cell phone to make a call. He agrees, and I tell him to just tell the others that I was feeling sick and was moved to another holding cell.
“What if they get mad?” he asks, almost like he was scared.
I simply put my hand into my pants and dip my finger into my slit. His eyes follow my hand down, and when I pull it out he opens his mouth up, ready to suck my finger dry. Nasty bastard.
“Do you care if they get mad?” I ask him.
He shakes his head back and forth because he’s too busy sucking my fingertips to answer with his mouth.
“That’s what I thought. Slide up so I can take my pants off.”
He does what I say, undoing his tie like he’s about to really feast. His simple ass. I swear, men are so stupid sometimes.
I lay on the cold concrete floor, hoping a damn bug or some shit won’t jump out on my ass. He wastes no time diving between my legs and taking me into his mouth.
For a second I can’t believe I have stooped this low. Letting a dude taste for a phone call? Is it really that serious? It doesn’t even matter at this point, though, because I already made the deal, and he isn’t getting up off me until his twenty minutes are up.
I pretend like he is Midori, as my mind flashes back to that time when we were in New York having a late-night dessert in Central Park. It was summer, maybe ten or eleven at night, and we had just come from seeing a movie. We were enjoying sundaes from Cold Stone Creamery on the park bench while deciding if we were going to take the r
ide back to Philly or cop a hotel in Jersey on the way down. I had book signings at a couple of stores over there, and we visited one of her friends who had a practice not too far from the park before we went to see the movie, so we just kind of ended up there.
“Do we have a Cold Stone back in Philly? I could think of a couple of things we could do with this Founder’s Favorite.” Midori seductively licked the side of her ice cream cone.
I knew what her tongue was capable of, and was instantly jealous that I wasn’t that ice cream cone at the time. I loved Midori because she was spontaneous, and I knew if I pushed her enough, I could get her to do whatever I wanted right here in this park.
“Why do we have to wait until we get back home? Let’s see what we can do with it now,” I said to her on the sly, just to see if she would take the bait.
Her eyes lit up mischievously, like she knew where I was going with it, but I could see her tossing it around in her head like she was afraid of getting caught.
“Girl, we not back in Philly. What if we get locked up for indecent exposure? I can’t call Ray to get us out, you know.”
“We won’t get caught. Follow me.”
She looked like she was scared to death, but I wasn’t. I had on white capris and a cute tangerine pair of Steve Madden peep-toe pumps to match my halter top. I didn’t want to get my knees dirty, so I took Midori’s sweater from around her waist while we were walking so I could kneel down on it.
She had on the perfect outfit. A sexy little white skirt that came down to just above her knees, with a yellow halter top identical to mine, and a cute pair of yellow-and-white Baby Phat stiletto sandals we’d picked up from the mall on the way to New York.
If I knew Midori as well as I thought I knew her, I knew she didn’t have on any panties under her skirt, and that would make it that much easier. I pulled her in between a cluster of bushes that were tall enough to hide us between the trees, and since it was dark out and there were barely any people outside, I knew we would be cool.
