Misty

by Allison Hobbs

  “Touché,” Misty said with a chuckle. “I’ll see you soon.”

  Thrilled that she and Brick were back on speaking terms, Misty hung up. Brick had always been weak, and he wouldn’t be able to resist her much longer. It was only a matter of time before she had Brick between her legs and working up a sweat as he strived to please her. But their steamy reunion would have to take place at her hotel. There was no way she would get in their old bed that had been tainted when he had sex with that gutter slut.

  Brick wasn’t going to like being in rotation with David and possibly other lovers, but until he proved his love and devotion, she would hold on to her side pieces. And Brick had a lot of proving to do. At this point, he hadn’t even bothered to ask Misty which hotel she was staying in. If she didn’t know better, it would be easy to believe Brick had another bitch on his mind.

  But that couldn’t possibly be true. There wasn’t a woman on the planet that could compare to Misty. One way or another, she’d get Brick to her hotel. If things went the way she wanted, Brick would become so addicted to the coochie, he’d pack his bags and move in with her at the Omni.

  CHAPTER 34

  To Misty’s amazement, she received a call from a man named Jacob Mendelsohn. He claimed to be a close friend of Jeffrey Backus and said he was interested in a healing session for his wife. He said he was currently in Mexico, where his wife was receiving alternative treatment for ovarian cancer.

  “No amount of money is too much. I’ll pay anything for you to cure my wife.”

  Misty didn’t speak for a moment. Cancer was something she couldn’t see, and she wasn’t sure if she could heal the man’s wife. “I don’t know. I’m not sure,” she said haltingly.

  “I have plenty of money. Name your price,” he said desperately.

  “I don’t conduct business in this manner. There’s a procedure you’re supposed to follow.”

  “Jeffrey didn’t mention anything about a procedure. When he told me about his cure, I begged him for your number. What’s the procedure—do you require money in advance?”

  “Jeffrey Backus should have called me on your behalf. I don’t know you and I don’t like the idea of strangers having my number and calling me any hour of the night.”

  “I apologize for the late hour. I’m calling on behalf of my wife, Catherine. She’s very ill and isn’t responding to treatment. I’m desperately trying to help her, and I meant no disrespect when I took the liberty of calling you.”

  “Mr. Mendelsohn, I’m—”

  “Call me Jacob, please.”

  Rich folks sure knew how to be humble when they wanted something from you, Misty concluded. Jacob Mendelsohn was playing nice, but he was probably a real bastard in the business world.

  “Jacob,” she said wearily. “I’m not sure if I can cure cancer. I don’t want to get your hopes up.”

  “Would you at least try?” he asked, sounding choked up.

  “I don’t want to waste your time or mine.”

  “I’ll pay you two million in cash if you’d fly to Mexico and lay hands on my wife. No strings attached. If it doesn’t work…” His voice cracked. “At least we tried, right, Misty?”

  “I’ll need four million, plus a private jet. Not a chartered, economy plane, please. I like to be well rested and comfortable when I travel.”

  “Not a problem. When can you get here?”

  “Hmm.” She considered Brick’s work schedule and said, “How about Saturday?”

  “That’s four days from now. Can’t you make it sooner?”

  “No, that’s the best I can do. Now, take down this number and call my assistant to work out all the details. His name is Gavin Stallings. Nice talking to you, Jacob,” Misty said and hung up.

  She was a bad-ass chick. Billionaire muthafuckas were begging to fly her to exotic locations, yet Brick treated her like she wasn’t shit. That man had a hell of a lot of nerve, but she had no doubt that the day would come when he would come to his senses and recognize her worth.

  Thankfully, there were quite a few people who recognized her worth, and her friend, David, was one of them. Before the Mendelsohn dude had interrupted her, she’d been primping in the mirror and getting ready for a threesome with David and his wife.

  She’d applied lip gloss and spritzed herself with perfume when the front desk called, announcing her guests.

  • • •

  The first thing that struck her about David’s wife was her homeliness. What the hell was an unattractive chick like her doing cheating on her husband and stressing him out? Bitch should have been glad she had a man who went to work and paid the bills. And what was David’s problem? Why had he been so distraught over this fugly, cheating heifer?

  She and David had agreed to dupe his wife into thinking they were participating in a couple’s therapy session. He’d told her that Misty was a sex therapist who could fix their relationship.

  “Misty, uh, I mean, Ms. Delagardo, this is my wife, Tamia,” David said.

  “Hi, Tamia. I’ve heard David’s version of what went wrong in your relationship, but as we all know, there’re two sides to every story…so what do you have to say about the breakdown in your marriage?” Damn, I’m good. I sound like an authentic therapist!

  “You don’t look like a therapist,” Tamia said, giving Misty the side eye.

  Misty was dressed in a black tank top, skintight black jeans with rips on the thighs, and black, stiletto-heeled, ankle boots. Black was Misty’s color, and she looked shockingly beautiful, especially compared to dog-faced Tamia.

  “Do you want me to help repair your relationship or do you want to throw slurs at me?” Misty frowned at Tamia. The woman had a bad attitude, and didn’t seem to be the least bit contrite. If David didn’t know how to put this ho in her place, Misty sure knew how, and she was eager to get the therapy session started.

  “Answer her question, Tamia,” David prompted gruffly. “She’s trying to help us and you’re giving her attitude.”

  Tamia folded her arms across her chest defiantly. “This is stupid. I don’t even want to be here. I never heard of a therapy session late at night in a hotel.”

  “The work I do is unconventional, and it won’t be successful if only one partner is willing to participate, so feel free to leave,” Misty said, waving a hand dismissively.

  “That’s fine with me.” Tamia picked up her purse and stood. “Let’s go, David. We can find a certified marriage counselor with an office; someone who has daytime hours.”

  “Excuse me, Miss Thang, you can leave all you want, but David isn’t going anywhere—are you, baby?” Misty turned her attention to David, who seemed to melt when Misty smiled at him.

  David drew closer to Misty and put his arm around her. “I’m not going anywhere with her.” He gazed at his wife scornfully.

  Tamia looked dumbfounded. “You have to give me a ride home, David. I don’t know what’s going on here, but you need to take your arm from around that bitch, and let’s go,” Tamia said in a voice that quavered.

  “I’m sorry, Tamia, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave. Clearly, your husband wants my sex therapy, and since you don’t want to take part in trying to heal your relationship, you need to understand that you’re interfering with the process, and it’s time for you to go.”

  “I love the way you handle shit, baby,” David whispered in Misty’s ear, now wrapping both arms around her possessively.

  “David, get your hands off that bitch,” Tamia bellowed, tromping toward them.

  “Back up, bitch,” Misty warned. “If you even think about putting a hand on me, David will beat the shit out of you, and after that, you’ll find yourself under the jail after my team of lawyers get through with you.”

  Taking heed, Tamia stopped in her tracks.

  But Misty wasn’t finished threatening her. “I don’t know much about raising kids, but I’ll have to learn after David and I get custody of your little girl.”

  “You’re not a
therapist,” Tamia accused through lips that were twisted in rage. “David, what’s going on? Why’d you bring me here?”

  “He brought you here because I’ve taken a few online sex therapy classes and I was kind-hearted enough to volunteer to use my knowledge on your failing marriage, but since you don’t appreciate my efforts, you can get the fuck out. In fact, I want David to pick up my new little daughter and bring her here, first thing in the morning.” Misty turned to David. “What’s your little girl’s name?”

  “Caitlynn.”

  “I don’t know if I like that name, David. I might have to change it,” Misty said, casting Tamia a sly smile.

  “You’re crazy. You’re not taking my daughter and you’re not changing her damn name,” Tamia shouted.

  “I have a lot of pull with Philadelphia judges, and after I show one of my judge friends the tapes that I have of you sucking dick when you should have been taking care of your daughter, he’s not going to hesitate to give custody to David. And I’m not going to hesitate to legally change my new daughter’s name from Caitlyn to something more appealing.”

  Misty smiled up at David. “You don’t mind if I legally change our daughter’s name to something prettier, do you?”

  “She’s gonna be your child, so you can do whatever you want with her,” he responded, looking love struck as he ran his fingers through the long, silken waves of Misty’s hair.

  “Good. We’re gonna get married immediately after you divorce this adulteress wife of yours,” Misty cooed.

  “Sounds good to me,” he said, kissing all over her, revealing to his wife how much he idolized and adored Misty. “My daughter will be in good hands with you as her mother.”

  “After I get papers on you, I want to do something totally unconventional, but only if you want it,” Misty said in a soft, sweet voice.

  “What’s that, baby?” David asked, lovingly stroking the side of Misty’s face.

  Tamia watched the bizarre interaction between her husband and Misty with her mouth gaped open, too shocked and appalled to speak.

  “After we get married, I want to give both you and your daughter my last name. What do you think? Do you like the sound of David Delagardo?”

  “I love it.”

  “We can pick out a new name for our daughter, together.”

  “No, you pick the name. You have good taste. I’m gonna love whatever you decide to name her.”

  Tamia clutched her stomach. “Ohmigod; I’m gonna be sick. You two are both crazy.”

  “Crazy in love,” Misty taunted, and then turned her mouth up to David. He obliged by planting a kiss on her lips, slipping in his tongue.

  Tamia burst into tears. “Okay, okay. You win. I can’t take any more of this. What do I have to do to keep my family together?” she asked Misty.

  CHAPTER 35

  “Now, you’re talking like you have some sense,” Misty said. “The first thing you need to do is to get honest and tell David why you cheated on him in the first place.”

  “I cheated because I wasn’t happy at home,” Tamia said tearfully.

  “Now, you’re lying,” Misty cut in.

  “It’s the truth.”

  “No, you cheated on this good, hardworking man because you’re an ungrateful, dirty, grimy ho. Now, tell him the truth about why you cheated.”

  “What kind of therapy is this?” Tamia blurted.

  “It’s online therapy and it fucking works. Now do what I said.”

  Tears of humiliation spilled from Tamia’s eyes. “I cheated because I’m ungrateful. You’re a hardworking man and I didn’t respect that.”

  “Hold up. Ain’t nobody tell you to start freestyling; follow the damn script,” Misty said in an outburst of anger.

  David patted Misty’s back soothingly. “Calm down, sweetheart; don’t let her upset you. She’s always been hardheaded, and that’s why our marriage fell apart.”

  “Your marriage fell apart because she has loose morals,” Misty countered. Then she eyed Tamia who was sniffling and crying as she came to realize that she’d already lost her husband and there was a strong possibility that she might also lose her child to the wicked woman whose outrageously pretty face didn’t match her ugly, cruel heart.

  “Now, I’m gonna ask you one more time, Tamia; why did you cheat on your husband?”

  “I cheated because I’m an ungrateful, dirty, grimy ho,” Tamia recited with her head hung down.

  “That’s better. Now, let me ask you something?”

  Tamia looked at Misty reluctantly.

  “When is the last time you sucked your husband’s dick?”

  “She hasn’t done that in over a year,” David complained.

  “Shh. Be quiet, David. Let Tamia answer for herself.”

  David pantomimed zipping up his lips.

  “I don’t remember,” Tamia said curtly.

  “Okay, well, when’s the last time you sucked your man’s dick?” Misty inquired.

  Tamia sighed. “A few weeks ago.”

  “Then you need to give your husband head two to three times a day to make up for the way you neglected your wifely duties for so long. Now, if you can’t handle it, I’ll be more than willing to take him and your daughter off your hands,” Misty reminded, her words an unveiled threat.

  “That’s not a problem. I’ll start giving him head, again,” Tamia agreed.

  “I want you to start, now,” Misty said coldly.

  “In front of you?” Tamia was mortified.

  Misty responded by unbuckling David’s belt and shoving his pants down. She stuck her hand inside his briefs and fondled his dick until it was throbbing and rigid. As Misty stroked him, he caressed her small breasts, squeezing and groping at the clasp of her bra. The way he was breathing heavily, Misty knew he was yearning for a mouthful of her titties, but it wasn’t the right time for that.

  Misty pulled away from David’s groping hands and hungry, searching lips. “Come handle this,” she said to Tamia while holding David by the base of his dick. Tamia stepped forward and attempted to caress her husband’s dick.

  “No, I got this. Drop down on your knees and open your mouth,” Misty directed in a bossy tone.

  Doing as she was told, Tamia assumed a position on her knees. With her eyes squeezed shut in deep humiliation, she opened her mouth. Misty guided David’s dick inside his wife’s mouth. David groaned in delight as the head entered the moist warmth.

  Still holding his dick and controlling the tempo of the blowjob, Misty could feel him swelling and thickening inside her grasp. David began to thrust, trying to jam more dick length into his wife’s mouth.

  Misty smacked his ass cheeks. “Be still. I’m running this show.”

  David’s body went still as he allowed Misty to control his dick thrust, using her hand to drive his length in and out of Tamia’s open mouth at a pace that she determined.

  Growing hot and bothered by the kinkiness of the sexual activity, Misty couldn’t help from getting more involved in the action. She grabbed a handful of Tamia’s hair, forcing her head to bob up and down at a rapid rhythm while she used her other hand to jam David’s dick down his wife’s throat.

  “That’s enough, bitch,” Misty said as she withdrew David’s dick from Tamia’s mouth. “Now, you can fuck me, baby,” she told him as she pulled him toward the bed.

  With tears in her eyes, Tamia stood and watched helplessly as her husband swept Misty into his arms and carried her to the bed. After pulling off her boots, he kissed her feet. He helped her wriggle out of her tight pants and thong and like a magnet pulled to metal, his lips fastened against Misty’s pussy. David made loud, wet sucking sounds as he slurped the moisture from between her legs.

  Misty beckoned Tamia. “Come sit on the bed and get a close look at how much your husband loves eating out my coochie. Now, I need you to help him out.”

  “In what way?” Tamia asked warily.

  “I want you to lie down on the bed and let my baby straddle you
r face.”

  “Why does he have to straddle my face?” she asked in a scared voice.

  “He cums quick the first time; so let him bust that first nutt on your face, you know, to get off some of the aggression he feels toward you for dogging him out the way you did. That’s part of the therapy, understand?”

  Resigned to do whatever warped ideas Misty had in store for her, Tamia nodded her head.

  “After he busts that first nutt, then he can fuck me the way I like it, with those long, hard strokes.”

  David straddled his wife, but he wasn’t allowed to touch his dick. Misty masturbated him, and then aimed his erupting member at Tamia’s face. Seeing sticky ejaculation sliding down her nose and her cheeks was a powerful aphrodisiac for Misty.

  She grabbed David by the arm, pulling him off his wife and onto her. With their bodies pressed together, Misty humped and writhed with lust as she frantically filled her pussy with David’s thickness.

  Sobbing, Tamia staggered to the bathroom to clean her face. For Misty, hearing Tamia’s pitiful weeping was like listening to romantic music. The sound set the mood, heightening her lust, and prompting her to wrap both legs around David’s waist as she threw the pussy at him.

  CHAPTER 36

  Anya had been certain to park her car on the side of Skippy’s where there were no cameras, and she felt certain no one had seen Natalie getting inside her Audi.

  Bags crammed with shoes, clothes, and Sergio’s money were piled in the trunk of her car. She had one stop to make before hitting the road, headed for Philly.

  On a residential street that hadn’t been ravished by the poverty of the inner city, Anya pulled to a stop and parked. Outside, older people tended to their yards or sat on their porches shooting the breeze. All eyes were on Anya as she got out of her car and walked to the house with the water sprinkler spraying the grass.

  The woman dressed in bright colors and with smooth, dark skin was obviously Paloma’s Aunt Harriet; the resemblance to her niece was startling. She was expecting Anya, and welcomed her inside. Neighbors craned their necks, wondering about the identity of the well-dressed young woman visiting Harriet.