by Mikey Lee
Zee, what a name too. Her name matches her beauty. There’s no way I could compete with her, she’s fucking gorgeous. Seth’s probably home, ravaging her body right now. I can see it now…she’s laying there in the bed, relaxing… he’s got his amazingly sexy, strong hands caressing her body…
Ashley knees separated in the driver’s seat as if on command. A tingling sensation rushed through her body. From her neck, down her spine, to her ass. She felt an electrical pulse vibrate her entire body culminating at her clit. She was wet. Her panties were soaking up the lust. What the fuck is this? He’s married. This is so wrong. Am I still crushing over him? Or am I jealous of Zee? Making every attempt to re-focus on the road Ashley wasn’t paying attention to the rest of her body until she looked down at her right hand on the gear shifter. She was stroking it, up and down. She flipped her thumb to each side as she reached the top. Oh my God… I need to stop. Quickly lifting her hand from the gear shifter to her hair, she brushed her bangs back with her fingers.
Her idle hand started controlling itself. Moving from the back of her head, down the back of her neck. Sliding to the front of her shoulder, slowly gliding down her chest. Her pointer finger and thumb worked together, unbuttoning the top two buttons on her blouse. Her finger tips brushed back and forth on the top of her breast. Ashley’s middle finger nail traced her cleavage down and back up. Through her bra her nipples tensed up into hard points.
Ecstasy engulfed her body. Her left foot tapped the floor board of her car. As her fingers played hopscotch down the rest of her blouse buttons, she looked around and then in her rear view mirror, making sure no one was watching. With no other vehicles in sight, she hiked her skirt up. Now, with her skirt past her hips, she was able to spread her legs wider. She imagined Seth going down on Zee, the way his tongue must feel licking her pussy up and down, and her middle finger mimicked her thoughts. With just enough pressure to part her pussy through her panties, she rubbed up and down, causing a wet spot to emerge. She silently moaned to herself, air rushing out of her nose.
Finding her clit, she started rubbing in a circular motion, only a piece of fabric between herself and heaven. Her head slammed back against the head rest, moaning louder, this time through her mouth. Her shoulders pushed back in to the seat like her car was going Mach-One and the G-forces had her pinned. She poked her hips forward. An on-coming pick up truck’s headlights appeared in front of her, and with her palm she covered her pussy. As if through the rain and passing speed from both vehicles would allow a peep show. The truck passed without incident, giving her the encouragement she needed. She eagerly pulled her panties to the side, exposing her bare pussy to the steering column. She brought her middle finger up to her mouth, the smell of her pussy tingling her nostrils. The sweet taste dissolved on her tongue as she sucked and licked her middle finger. Her hand continued back down her body and her now lubricated finger tip recommenced on her clit as she made a right hand turn into her neighborhood.
Pulling in the driveway, she used her left hand and turned off the headlights, plunging into darkness. Refusing to release the grasp of her pussy, she leaned over with her left hand and threw the car in park. With a quick survey, she discovered that there was no one around. She leaned back again in the driver’s seat determined to finish the job. With her left hand running through her hair and her right hand working hard, she rocked her hips back and forth. Ashley’s middle finger now accompanied by her ring finger sunk in to her pussy. Completely entrenched in her fantasy, her left hand grabbed hold of her hair and she pulled. Her immersed fingers curled up searching for her G-spot. Flicking back and forth, in and out, and with the thought of Seth eating pussy; it didn’t take long. “FUCK.” Ashley cried out. Her left heel kicked forward, her leg stretched, and her hips pushed back against the back rest. Her head shot forward. With her left arm draped over the the steering wheel and her forehead resting on her forearm, she came.
Slowly, carefully, she un-holstered her fingers. Without lifting her head off of the steering wheel, she brought her hand up to her mouth. Catching a quick whiff of her cum soaked fingers, her imagination took over once again. Pretending her fingers were Seth’s cock, she took them in her mouth. Licking the cum off, her fingers moved in and out, fucking her mouth and tongue until they were clean. Fuck, I want to be Zee. I would so let him have his way with me when ever he wanted. She was jealous. She was still horny. But she would have to find a way to move on.
15
“Good morning, Detective Lane’s office.” Ashley answered her partner’s phone while going over the case file for the millionth time.
“Good. You’re there. I’m about three minutes away… meet me outside, we need to hurry.” Seth sounded panicky and hung up before Ashley could respond.
Ashley gathered all the notes and rushed outside the precinct. There was a small chirp from the tires as Seth pulled into the parking lot and another squeak as he crushed the breaks before coming to a stop next to her as she stood on the curb.
“What’s the rush?” Ashley said, climbing in Seth’s unmarked squad car.
“I’ve already called my buddy over at the hotel…” Seth started to say when Ashley spoke up.
“Phil?”
“Yeah, Phil… he ran a check for me and good ol’ Mr. Franklin orders breakfast every morning at 9:30. This means we can catch him while he’s eating. We know he’s going to be there.
“Are we going to see Phil while we’re there?” Ashley said, still attempting to put her seat belt on.
“Probably not…” Seth gave Ashley a quick glance and then focused his eyes back on the road. “You gotta thing for Phil?” he chuckled.
“I mean… he is kind of cute. Why? Did he say anything about me? Do you know if he’s single?” Ashley said, smiling.
Seth let loose another chuckle, a bit louder and bigger than before, “Keep your panties on girl. We’re working here.” Seth smiled back as he weaved in and out of traffic.
Pulling up in front of the hotel, the valet came running up to the car. Seth got out, and looked at the kid who then stopped and turned around.
Now standing at the elevators, Ashley turned and looked at Seth. “You’re looking really nice today. Clean shaven, back to wearing a tie. Unlike yesterday.”
“One day of relaxing is ok. I can’t be looking like a bum everyday.” Seth said lifting his chin making sure his tie is straight in the reflection of the elevator doors. “I love this suit by the way.”
“Yes, but I like the blue pin-stripe better.” Ashley replied. “Not that I’ve been keeping track and taking mental notes of all of your suits, or anything.”
Seth rolled his eyes. “I tell ya what. Once we’re done with this case…” he looked over at her, “I’ll try to properly introduce you to Phil.”
The elevator doors opened in front of them, “I’m actually going to take you up on that.” Ashley said, walking in the elevator.
Reaching the forty-fifth floor, Seth and Ashley started walking down the hallway. “Alright, listen. Once we get in, do not say a word. Let me do all the talking here. Remember this guy lives in a different world… most celebrities do. All I want you to do is take notes. Remember what I told you about nystagmus? Act like you know more than he does,” Seth lowered his voice almost to a whisper. “Being that he’s a boxer… I can almost guarantee that you actually do know way more than he does.” Making his tone normal he continued, “If he says anything or asks you anything, say nothing, I’ll answer his questions for you. Got it?”
“Got it.” Ashley nodded.
“Room 4545, here it is. You ready?” Seth knocked on the door then pulled his badge from his belt.
The door opened and a young looking, skinny kid who couldn’t be over the age of 21 opened it and look at them with disdain. “We already got our food.”
“Good morning. I’m Detective Lane, I’m here to talk with Mr. Ben Franklin.” Seth said, lifting his badge up to the kids face.
From somewhere in the ho
tel suite a voice echoed, “Who it is?”
The skinny kid turned his head, “It’s da po-po, fo you.”
Seth identified the voice of Franklin getting louder as he walked to the door. “What da fuck they want?” The door swung open wider and now both Franklin and the kid filled the frame. “I guess you da reason I ain’t leavin’ dis fuckin’ town. What ‘dis all about, fool?” Franklin was acting like every entitled boxing champion he’d ever met. His stereotypical responses were a little disappointing but not unexpected.
“Mr. Franklin, if I may have a couple of minutes of your time I’d love to have the opportunity to explain what’s going on.” Seth said, replacing his badge on his belt.
Franklin turned around and started walking off, waving Seth and Ashley inside. “Mannn, ya gonna have to talk while I eat my breakfast.” He took a seat at the end of the dining table and motioned for Seth to sit near the middle of the table. “Damn, dude… you a big motha-fucka. You fight too? You look like someone that can fuck some peeps up in the ring.”
“Me? No way. I’m not much for violence.” Seth said as he pulled the chair out, “Thank you for taking the time to speak with me.”
“So, what ‘dis all about? Does this have something to do with my not being able to get out of town?” Franklin managed to get out around a massive strip of bacon that was being shoved into his mouth.
“As a matter a fact, yes, yes it does. Your name came up in my investigation.” Seth said, adjusting himself in the chair.
“What investigation? What, ‘cause I had a party? Dis is why I bought the whole fuckin’ floor of dis shitty fuckin’ hotel.” Seth noticed that Franklin was barely able to properly hold his fork, as his hands were still swollen from the fight.
“No, I’m not the party police. I’m actually here because I work with Precinct 41’s SVU division.” Seth said.
“SVU?!” Franklin said, shifting the food into his cheek.
“I investigate sexual assault cases.” Seth placed both forearms flat on the table, leaning forward.
“Sexual assault? What da fuck? BITCHES! First of all, they all came on to me and dis is after those hoes drank up all my booze. In fact, those tricks left out here this morning. Now what? Those bitches want some money out of me? Ain’t dis some bullshit.” Franklin’s voice started to rise and he was clearly getting defensive. “Now you here.” He spread his hands out motioning to Seth and Ashley. “You fuckers work fast as fuck.”
“No, I’m actually here in regards to a Ms. Kathy Wilson…” Seth started to say.
“Kathy? Who da fuck is Kathy? I don’t know no damn Kathy.” Franklin said, leaving his hands balled up in fists on the table as he leaned back in his chair.
“Ms. Wilson… she works at the arena. She was in your green room after your fight. You then invited her back here with you.” Seth said.
Nodding his head slightly up and down. “Ahhh, that bitch.” Franklin looked over that the skinny kid. “That damn stuck up bitch, now she wants a handout.” He wiped his mouth with the cloth napkin and tossed it down on the tray of food. Gesturing again to the kid, “I ain’t even fuckin’ hungry no more. Take dis shit away from me.”
The skinny kid walked over and gathered the silver ware and salt / pepper shakers and took the tray away. Franklin looked back up at Seth while taking a sip of water. Seth focused on Franklin’s mouth. On his bottom lip a droplet of blood started to form from what must have been a fat lip he obtained from the fight, the wound reopening as he shoveled his mouth full of food.
“So, let me guess… dis bitch came to you and told you that I raped her. Now you’re here to shake me down, right?” Franklin’s demeanor changed from defensive to agitated. “Look, mannn… here’s what went down.”
Seth was thrilled. This was happening. The case was going to close itself. This is the easiest interview yet. This dumb fucker is going to spill the beans, and I barely said a word.
“Yeah, ok.” Franklin swung his head back and forth cracking his neck. “Fo’ show, she looked damn good. Her ass was bangin’ in those tight ass stretchy pants. C’mon man, I had just won one of the biggest fights of my career, I was hyped… so yeah, I invited her back here to party. All night long she was all kinds of uptight. I had my man go and try to loosen her up a bit. After a bit, I even tried to holler at the shorty, but she got all pissy and stormed out of here. Ain’t no thang though… we had some other honeys that were down to party anyway.” Franklin said while doing more talking with his hands than mouth. His hand gestures almost made Detective Moore seem like Mother Theresa.
Seth sat there half amazed at how easy this interview was going, and half trying to figure out just what the hell Franklin was even saying. Before he could even come up with a question to ask, Franklin continued to talk.
“Look mannn… that trick walked out here on her own, ain’t no one even touched that bitch…” Franklin was interrupted when the main doors to the suite room opened quickly. A well dressed man in a three-piece suit rushed in. “NO… don’t say another word! This interview is over.”
Seth stood up and turned around. Reaching his hand out, he introduced himself. “Hello, my name is Detective La…”
“I don’t care who you are. I’m Nathian Adams, Mr. Franklin’s manager. We’re not saying another fucking word without our attorneys and I can assure you… they’re on the way.” Adams was now standing inches away from Seth. “I do, by all means, hope you are intelligent enough to know where the door is.” Adams motioned toward the entry with finality.
Seth took a second or two and stared at Adams face to face. Seth bit down on his teeth, flexing his jaw muscles. Ashley looked at Seth’s face, his perfectly squared, beautiful jaw line was bouncing. Seth was not the one that backed down.
Adams took a step back and lifted his arm, pointing at the door again. “Please, leave.”
Seth gave Ashley the signal that it was time to go. With his eyes still on Adams, Seth spoke up. “Thank you for your time Mr. Franklin, congratulations on your win the other night.” Ashley and Seth started for the door.
Mumbling to himself, Franklin said out loud, “Oh yeah… you a fighter alright.”
Once back out in the hallway, and with the door slammed behind them. Ashley took a deep breath. “So, that didn’t go so well.”
“No, no it didn’t.” Seth looked down, fluffing his jacket, releasing the crease of his sidearm. “They’ll probably try to go with a fruit from the poisonous tree defense.”
“Oh yeah, I remember hearing about that while ago in the academy. What is that again?” Ashley asked, adjusting the case file in her arm.
“It’s just some shit about how we gather evidence legally.” Seth’s eyes were still looking at the ground and he noticed the tray of food from Franklin’s breakfast. “Do you remember what they said in the academy about trash and discarded evidence?” Seth moved closer to the tray.
“Of course, anything the suspect tosses, throws away, or discards is free game for evidence.” Ashley said.
“That’s right.” He bent down and grabbed the cloth napkin and wrapped the fork in the napkin.
“Nice… you’re going to use the fork to get DNA?” Ashley asked.
“Well, I’m not… but those super geniuses we’ve got in the basement of the precinct will. More so, we’ll get a known finger print from the fork. And, did you happen to notice Franklin’s mouth? His bottom lip was bleeding, and then we wiped his mouth with his napkin. We’ve got blood DNA; blood is always better than saliva. The lab boys are going to love this shit.”
16
Back at the precinct, Seth damn near sprinted through the front doors excited to see what the lab boys could do with the napkin and fork. Ashley was doing everything she could to keep up with out actually shifting into a jog.
“Ashley, would you be a doll, grab us some coffee. Meet you in my office.” Seth said on his way down the stairs to the lab.
Using his back to open the lab door, Seth rolled in. “Hey hey,
gents… I’ve got some presents for y’all.”
Melvin stood up and met Seth in the middle of the lab. “Hey, you never answered your phone.”
Seth pointed at him, thinking briefly, “Melvin? Right? What are you talking about? You called me?”
“Yeah, I tried to call you and let you know that the rape kit came back from the hospital. I wanted to let you know that I grabbed it from your desk and we took the liberty in getting started on your profile for you.” Melvin said, walking back to his work station with the napkin and fork.
Seth standing there with his finger still pointing out. Amazed by their proficiency. “You guys… you guys are amazing. What number did you call?” Puzzled, Seth asked.
“Hmmm. I think it was the 1211 number.” Melvin said, flattening the napkin.
Shaking his head, Seth laughed. “You dorks,” he chuckled, “You called my office phone upstairs. Sometimes you guys are so smart, the simple things y’all over look.”
Arti looked up. “Yeah, well… we called Ashley as well. And she didn’t answer her cell.”
“You sure you called her cell? Arti? Right?” Seth said.
“Wait a second. You mean to tell me that after all this time, you’re just now learning our names?” Arti adjusted his glasses.
A nerdy laughs busted out of Melvin, “Did you use the introduction to Ashley to actually learn our names?”
“Yeah yeah yeah, you got me. Y’all still know that I love you super nerds.” Seth said jokingly.