Naked and exposed to her tender touch, I was too stoned to admit what I was doing. This would go down in the history book of another experience I kept secret from the important people in my life. I was doing this for Brant, on the anniversary of the first time we were together. This celebratory encounter started as a promise, but had turned into something delightful.
All it took to strip down in front of her was a line of coke and her coaxing. I was denying being attracted to a woman, because I’d been taught it was wrong. I wasn’t a lesbian, but gratification was hard to come by, and she knew exactly where I needed extra attention.
She walked her fingers up my abdomen, circling both of my nipples with those long manicured nails. They began to tingle and harden as she watched. Entertained by her own actions, Tammy let out a gasp and pierced her lips together as she ducked down and kissed the skin above my pussy.
Brant’s eyes were fixed on what she was doing, one of his hands down his pants. He hadn’t had time to remove them, or prepare. We’d been fooling around to get a rise out of him and one thing had led to another. At first I wasn’t going to go through with it. I told him I wasn’t comfortable enough in my own skin to be around someone as open as Tammy. I felt like he’d want her instead of me.
Now, all I could think about was where her lips were about to be, and how they were going to make me feel.
Her tongue, long and stiff, slipped down brushing over my clit. My body bucked the moment she made contact with my sensitive bud. A little cry escaped my lips, and I swear I heard Brant in the corner groaning. All of a sudden he’d freed his cock and was stroking away while watching us together.
Tammy turned when she heard him. Her smile was evil, like she knew she was getting to both of us. She was in control and we were her puppets. “Is this what you want, Brant? Your girlfriend tastes so good. Mmm, I could eat her all night.”
“Fuck,” was the only thing to come out of his mouth.
She reached forward and kissed me on the mouth, her tongue circling against mine in a matched pattern. I had to close my eyes, because they were becoming too heavy to keep open. Both of her hands were once again on my thighs, her thumbs rubbing up the muscles. I was not only turned on, but could feel my natural lubrication trickling down to my ass. She drug the back of her hand up my pussy, spreading it around while watching and licking her lips.
Then, while glaring into my eyes, she rubbed my juices over her lips. A wicked grin filled her face as she lowered her body again, positioning herself between my legs. This was it; the moment I’d feared I’d never be able to handle. Another woman was about to eat my pussy and I wanted it to happen. I was crumbling into a pile of ecstasy.
Then I felt her warm tongue penetrating me, lapping me up, and then dragging over my pulsating bud. She moaned again, sucking on my essence while I clung to the plush carpet beneath me.
I couldn’t look at Brant. My focus was only on what Tammy was able to do with her tongue. She kept at it, circling my clit like it was a bull’s-eye. Then I couldn’t handle it. Her touch was too precise. She knew exactly where to attend to make me go crazy. As a woman, she didn’t waste more time exploring my body. She was there for one reason, and as she claimed my pussy as her own, I knew nothing would ever feel this good again.
It took me a few seconds to catch my breath, and in that time, Brant had come over to join us. Tammy welcomed him in our little space, allowing him enough room to touch me. She toyed with my spent pussy, fingering me as my juices continued to pour out. “I’m afraid I’ve found a new pet to play with. She’s delightful, just like I knew she would be. The good girls are always the best to fuck.”
“Is it my turn?” He asked her.
She moved her head from side to side. “Not yet. She has some work to do before you can have her, don’t you, Cassie?”
I knew exactly what she wanted and I was so high I didn’t even consider what I was about to do. She lifted her body until she was straddling my face but didn’t lower herself, not yet. She turned back and lifted her ass first, putting it right up in my boyfriend’s face. “Give him permission. Let him touch me while he’s fucking you. Share him with me, Cassie.”
I couldn’t look at Brant. I already knew what his answer would have been. How could he not want to be a part of this epic encounter? “Yes,” I whispered.
It was obvious when he slid up between my legs. Tammy turned around to face him. She lowered her ass until she was feeding me her pussy. I brought my hands up and began running my mouth over her skin while listening to two of them kissing. I wanted to hate it; to beg him to stop touching her, but I was too elated to ask and too high to care. I wanted him to experience being with both of us, and I couldn’t explain why.
Maybe it was the drugs, or the alcohol we’d consumed right before. Maybe I was sick in my head. Maybe I was tired of being the good girl. Whatever the case, I allowed my boyfriend to kiss and caress another woman, while I did the same. The smell of her natural essence filled my nostrils, but I was too taken back to taste her. Then I felt it, Brant entering me. His slow pace was too much to handle. Tammy slid forward, sitting her butt down over my breasts. She then turned and lowered her mouth to mine, our bodies parallel to one another. Brant kept ramming into me, even harder after she’d adjusted. She was rubbing her pussy against mine, moaning in sync with me. I could feel her hand massaging her clit. She sat up and leaned back to kiss Brant while I watched. Then he pulled out of me. Like a light switch going off, I’d changed my mind, but it was too late. He was taking her from behind while I remained stuck underneath of her. I watched their faces, and the way his hands came up and cupped both of her breasts. In that moment I wanted to scream – to cry and run away, but I was trapped. I’d asked for this. I’d let it happen.
Brant didn’t falter with Tammy. Eventually he pushed her off of me and slide back inside. I could feel the tears running down the sides of my face, not that he noticed. He bucked roughly until finally his body stiffened.
As soon as I was able, I got up and locked myself in the bathroom. I had destroyed the little bit of conscious I had left. This was one of the lowest points in my life. There would be no going back and changing things. What was done couldn’t be undone. There were no take-backs.
This was where I should have put a stop to the madness; ended this charade of being in control and accepted my parents were right. This was where I should have run home and never looked back.
Except I didn’t.
Chapter 10
Cassie
It took me years to find the courage to stand up for what I wanted in life, and only a matter of weeks for me to throw it all away on sex, drugs, and crime. When I looked in the mirror, I no longer saw the sweet girl my parents raised. Instead I saw someone who woke in the morning looking for a fix to get me through; someone willing to toss her morals aside for the high.
Several weeks ago I fell victim to my own hunger. I yearned for something more, and found solace in whatever I could put in my body to make the days easier.
I stopped caring about saving up and moving on. I lived in the now. Even Brant knew he’d changed me. The drug use only got worse once we started doing them together. Before getting high, I struggled to find the positive in my life. When we used we were unstoppable, so I thought.
Keeping myself in check to manage my job was becoming difficult though. I struggled with staying straight, on account of feeling so good when I wasn’t. Several times Brant had asked me to stop, begging me to go back to being the person he fell in love with. I suppose he didn’t like the new me very much, probably because I didn’t care anymore. Nothing affected me, not even the knowledge of the dangerous situation we were living in.
I started stealing little things for the excitement, bringing the wrong change to drunk patrons who wouldn’t notice. Each night I’d bring home over a hundred dollars, only half were tips. Originally, my intentions were to save it, but our habit was becoming too expensive to manage. As my hunger increased, th
e need for more daily cash was relevant. Brant only knew half of it, not that I cared about his opinion. He’d shown me how much easier it was to steal than to work hard for a little reward.
Our home life was better, but not because things had changed. Rocky was still a perverted dick, and Tammy remained to be a sore on my ass.
With the exception of the two times I got carried away, the hot tub and then the threesome with Brant, I ignored her like the plague. She was too judgmental to be around without being scrutinized for my actions. She acted like I’d asked for it to happen. If I wanted a mother, I would have gone home.
Speaking of which, I hadn’t contacted anyone in my family, even though I’d purchased a new cell phone. I wanted to feel bad about keeping in touch with my cousins, but they’d never understand my new lifestyle.
I felt invincible, up until everything came crashing down. In the blink of an eye I saw my life flash before my eyes. Now I had to come to terms with my actions, and what I was going to do to save myself, because let’s face it, I’d burned every bridge I had crossed to get to this point.
It was just another day at work, daunting and obviously a necessary means. I’d gone on my break in desperate need of a fix to get me through the next four hours of being on my feet. Like every afternoon, I crouched down in the back corridor outside and prepared my pipe. I packed the contents and began to heat them up until they were ready to inhale. As soon as I took my first hit I saw feet approaching. The glass bowl fell to the concrete ground, the tip shattering and spilling the liquid. I scrambled to keep it covered as the person came to stand over me. My eyes slowly coursed their way up his faded jeans, stopping when something reflective and shiny caught them. It was a badge for the FBI. Almost afraid to look up, I swallowed the lump in my throat and sank down further against the building.
“Turn around and put your hands behind your back.”
I was already crying, silently pleading he’d give me a break and let me go. Maybe if I told him how terrible my life had been he’d feel sorry for me; he’d pity my situation.
I felt the metal cuffs being attached to my wrists. This was really happening. I was being detained.
“You’re under arrested for possession of illegal narcotics.” He continued with the rest of the Miranda rights while I bawled uncontrollably, as if it was going to somehow help the situation.
I said nothing as he led me to his unmarked cruiser and put me in the backseat. Once he was seated in the front, he adjusted the mirror to look at me. He removed a pair of aviator sunglasses for a better view. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you drugs were bad?” I watched as he held up my purse before lowering it. I could hear him shuffling through my things. “I have the right to search your property. Is there any needles in here I should know about?”
“No,” I managed to say.
He pulled out my wallet and looked at my license photo. “North Carolina. Is that where you’re from?”
“Yes.”
“So, your current address is this one listed?”
“Yes,” I lied.
He turned to face me instead of talking in the reflection of the rearview mirror. “I know for a fact that you’re lying, Cassandra Healy.”
“It’s Cassie,” I corrected him. “No one has ever called me that.”
“When I file the charges it will have to be under Cassandra. There’s no getting around it.”
“Whatever.” All I could think about was what my parents were going to say when they found out I’d been arrested for drugs. They’d disown me forever. “Do what you need to do.”
“How long have you been using?” He asked.
I shrugged. “Why do you care? Either way I’m going to jail. I’ve just ruined my life, and you want to know how long it’s been going on? It seems irrelevant don’t you think?”
He snickered at my response. “Actually, I’m asking because you’re going to go through withdrawals. In some cases where it’s pretty new, it’s easier to kick.”
“How thoughtful of you to care,” I answered sarcastically. “I’ll be fine.”
“Suit yourself.” He turned and started to pull out of the parking lot. I saw a few of my co-workers outside watching me being carted away. My job was probably terminated, and all I could think about was how I was the reason.
In that moment I wanted to die.
The FBI building was set up so we could enter through a back entrance. An agent led me through a long hallway. Another one said something snarky to the guy I was in the presence of. “Looks like you picked up another trophy wife, Campbell. Are you starting a collection to keep at your house?”
“Fuck off, Regan. At least I’m out doing my job. What’s it like being on desk duty? Are you enjoying being the coffee bitch?” He replied while taking us into what looked like an interrogation room. He sat me down and took off the restraints. I brought my arms to the front of my body, trying to relieve some of the pain they were in from being in the same position for quite a while.
He left me sitting inside alone for only a minute before returning with a large manila folder. A single sheet of paper sat on top. It was an arrest form, and he’d already filled out my full name at the top.
I sat silently watching him sealing my fate as he continued to fill out the report. “Do you have anyone you’d like to call, Ms. Healy?”
I thought about Brant, and then my family. “No.”
“Why don’t I believe you?”
“I don’t want to contact anyone. It’s my choice, right?”
He slid the form over, placing a pen on top. “Sign your name.”
More hot tears fell down my cheeks. This was really happening. There wasn’t any getting out of this. If convicted, which I knew I would be, I’d have a criminal record for the rest of my life.
I signed my name while sobbing, never looking up at the agent until I was finished.
He took the pen first, and then pulled the paper back in front of him. “Now, before I put this in the system I have a question for you.”
“Okay. I’m listening, sir.”
“I’d like to make this charge go away permanently. You seem like you’re in a bad way, and I think I can help you.”
“I don’t need help,” I stammered.
“I think you do. You have two options here. You can help me, or I can take you to a cell where you’ll stay until you can either make bail, which could still require more time. It’s your choice. I can give you a couple minutes to make a decision.” He stood and headed for the door. Right before he was able to open it, I called him back.
“Wait.” I sighed, imagining my fate and my future if I continued on the path I was on. “What do I have to do?”
He sat back down and passed the folder toward me. “Open it.”
I don’t know what I expected to see. I wasn’t high enough to be hallucinating, so I knew it was real. The photographs before me were shocking. I looked up at the agent, hoping for an explanation as to why he had pictures of me and Brant. “What is this?”
“Are you aware of the illegal actions going on at the place you’re residing?”
“No.” I had to lie. According to Brant, Rocky was a bad man. I couldn’t cross him. It was possible he had the ability to have me killed. I had no idea how bad of a person he was, or what he was willing to do to save face.
“I think you’re lying, Ms. Healy. I think you know exactly what’s going on, and I’m pretty certain your boyfriend was hired to help with the next drop.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“What does your boyfriend do for a living?”
I shrugged. “He hasn’t found a job yet.”
He flipped through a few photos, coming to one where Brant was taking a device off of an ATM machine. “Are you denying your involvement with this man?”
He knew I wasn’t telling the truth. I was in hot water, and I didn’t know how to get out. “No. I didn’t know about this.”
He pointed to a person sit
ting at a slot machine in the distance. “This is you. I know that, because I have surveillance from that particular night. I also suspect you lifted a wallet while you were there. It seems this man,” he pointed to the gruffly man I’d stolen from. “Reported his wallet stolen to security. It was later located in the bathroom waste. I have video of you, not only taking the wallet, but also going in and out of the restroom. Now, this can go two ways, Ms. Healy. You can cooperate with me and make my job a whole lot easier, or you can sit here and withhold information. I can have you locked up for not only drug possession, but also theft, and proceed with the investigation accordingly without your assistance. If you choose to help me, this official report will go into the trash. If you proceed to withhold information this will get filed by this evening.”
I closed my eyes, trying to manage my trembling body. This was too much to take in. He wanted me to become an informant, and in doing so I’d be incriminating Brant. How was I to choose my freedom over the man I loved? Had he led me down this path I couldn’t escape from? Was he as bad as my parents had said? Clearly he’d been helping Rocky since the first night we arrived. Whether it was a test or not was still to be determined. I wondered how many other lies were out there, and because of it, what was I willing to do to uncover them. I needed answers. I deserved them, after giving up my life to be with him. Maybe I needed to hit rock bottom before I could find salvation. Maybe this was my way out of this hellish life I’d been living.
“What would you like to know?”
Chapter 11
Cassie
I’m not really sure how long we sat there going over details of Rocky’s operation. The little I knew about it wasn’t going to be very helpful, and I was fully aware if anyone found out I’d ratted my life could be over.
In the time I sat with the agent, we went over every single day since the moment we’d arrived in Vegas. He wrote everything down, while also recording the conversation.
Cassie (The Mitchell/Healy Family #6) Page 7