Mink Too, All the Riches in the World Can't Buy Love

by B. L Wilson

  Susan frowned. “I scare people, Lizzie. With my father being who he is, most women wouldn’t dare talk to me. I’ve had more contact with regular people in the last ten days than I’ve had in the last six years that I’ve been home.”

  “Why in God’s name would anyone be afraid of you?” Dark eyes stared intently into hazel eyes.

  “I’ve been known to throw my weight around a little.”

  Liz turned around in her arms with a devilish grin. “Ho, ho, did you say only a little, huh?”

  Susan nodded and then smiled. “Okay, okay, I admit it. I did try to get you fired.”

  “Yeah, but I’m tougher than you are, Love.”

  “Thank God, Lizzie. I thought you were going to die when I visited. I mean, when I heard that you…” Susan stammered, then halted and looked down. “I wasn’t supposed mention that ever,” she murmured.

  Liz put a finger under Susan’s chin to lift it. “I know about your hospital visits, Suzie. One of the nurses told me. At the time, I thought she was making it up. I wondered why you’d visit me. We fought all the time. Except for the swimming lessons, we didn’t have much in common. The first time we met wasn’t under ideal circumstances. I wanted to shoot you or drown you, as I recall. I hadn’t decided which one to try.” She smiled at Susan.

  “And I wanted to see you in the first bathing suit I gave you to wear that day.” Susan smiled wickedly as she stood back to examine Liz. “I still would. It has holes in all the right places.”

  Liz nodded as she studied her. “Yeah, I noticed all the openings in yours. God, you are a sexy woman, Susan Drummond.” She remembered the delicious, honey-colored flesh glistening with a heady mixture of baby oil and perspiration. A large hand wandered underneath Susan’s T-shirt until it found a smooth breast, stroking the nipple until it hardened. “Hmm, you feel good to me. I love how your body reacts to my touches.”

  Susan groaned and tried to distract Liz with a quick kiss on her hand. “If you keep doing that, we’ll never make it to your house in time for you to change for the lunch.”

  “Good! Then you can spend the day at my place and not wear anything at all.” Liz grinned and kissed her deeply, then ground her knee into Susan’s pelvis to show her what she’d be missing if they went to the club.

  Susan didn’t want to, but she had to get Liz’s attention somehow and so she pressed into a bruised area on her chest.

  Liz jerked away from her touch to rub the sore spot. “Hey? Ouch!” She frowned. “That hurt, Love.”

  “I had to get your attention.”

  “Well, you’d better tell them too. They’re not listening to you any better than I did.” Liz pointed to the twin mountains pushing out Susan’s shirt and making the front look like two tents. She leaned down to whisper in Susan’s ear, “I could fix them for you. You know, to make sure they didn’t bother you anymore today.” Dark eyes sparkled devilishly at Susan.

  “I’ll just bet you could. If we do that, you wouldn’t meet Johnny. I’m curious to know what you think of him, Lizzie.” Susan smoothed down the front of her T-shirt. Then, just to tease Liz, she cupped her own breasts, playing with the hard little points, using fingertips to make them harder still. She winked at Liz, knowing that she’d been following every move with those big soulful eyes of hers. “Later, Sugar,” she remarked, flouncing out of the kitchen, leaving Liz aroused and ready to do anything for her.

  To get to Liz’s house, Susan drove by several housing complexes and one shopping center. Her home was on one of the side streets that connected to a long, meandering road. Simple houses that looked like Xerox copies of Liz’s house lined the street. When Susan turned down the paved street, some of the neighborhood’s children recognized Liz. They shouted greetings as Susan zoomed past them in the little sports car.

  Liz grinned and waved at the children.

  Susan drove into Liz’s driveway and parked in front. A flower garden with delectable aromas surrounded her little house. Its bright, vivid colors delighted Susan’s eyes as they strolled up the walkway.

  “Who planted these?” Susan asked as she stooped down to smell several varieties of daisies as they walked to the small porch. They entered Liz’s cozy little brick home together. The house had two good-sized bedrooms, a bathroom, a small dining area that led into a living room, and a large sunny kitchen.

  “I did.”

  Susan raised an eyebrow.

  “Does that surprise you?”

  Susan tapped her lower lip as she studied Liz again. “Thinking about you, no, it doesn’t surprise me. You’re a gentle, patient woman, Lizzie. You’ve proved it more than once with me. I’m just surprised you’re a good cop as well. I didn’t think those characteristics made a good policewoman.”

  Liz grinned. “I see said the blind woman.” She inhaled deeply, catching the familiar smells of her home. “Ah, it’s good to be home.” She heard the sound of a deep bass barking in the small backyard. “Damn it. I forgot about Skipper!”

  “Skipper? What’s a Skipper?” Susan watched as Liz strode out the back door to the yard. She watched Liz bend stiffly to let a dog, if you could call the odd-looking animal a dog, jump up to her chest. Delighted, Liz laughed, then petted the bigheaded dog. “What kind of dog is that?” she asked. Keeping her distance from the large animal, she stayed at the back door.

  “He’s a bloodhound.”

  When Skipper looked up at Susan with soulful, deep brown eyes, she was smitten and came over to pet him. The dog loved all the attention. He wiggled his long tail, licked her toes, and she giggled.

  Liz grinned as she watched her dog make friends with Susan Drummond. She changed his water and cleaned out his doghouse. “If we wanna make lunch at your club, I’d better go change. There’s food and drink in the refrigerator if you’re interested,” she called over her shoulder as she strode to the back bedroom. She showered and then changed into a beige double-breasted suit made of silk and linen in record time.

  Susan stared at Liz in admiration. She liked her in the expensive-looking, tailored suit. “You clean up nice, Lizzie. Your suit fits well.”

  Liz smoothed the front of the suit and smiled at the compliment. “It was one of my few indulgences. The tailor was grateful I kept his son out of jail, so he made this for me.”

  “I thought cops weren’t supposed to take gifts from suspects or their relatives.”

  Liz exhaled loudly. “Hey? I paid for the suit, Susan. The cops at my precinct thought I was nuts to do that too, but I’m an honest cop. I’m poor but honest.”

  Susan smiled as she slid a hand inside Liz’s jacket and tweaked a nipple. She looked Liz up and down. “Except for the bulge at your back, Lizzie, it fits you like a glove.” She sighed as she pointed to the lump. “Is that your gun?”

  Liz nodded.

  “Do you have to wear it today?”

  “I could wear it under my arm, but the holster presses against my bruises.” Liz frowned. “I guess I could use my ankle holster.” She quickly strapped it on and slipped a smaller gun into it. “Give me a minute, Susan. I need to call my father to look after the dog for a while.” She turned and walked to the window to look at Skipper as she spoke to her father about boarding arrangements. That task finished, she pulled Susan into a hard kiss that softened as it progressed. She caressed a firm breast, causing a nipple to harden that started a chain reaction.

  Susan moaned. “Lizzie, please stop it!” she whispered as soft lips met hers again. She opened her mouth to accept Liz’s clever tongue. You make me feel incredible, she thought. She almost gave in to the heated feelings Liz’s touches and kisses were stirring up in her. Then she remembered the lunch date with Johnny. She pulled Liz’s hand away to kiss the palm. “We have to leave now while I still can.” She stared into dancing dark eyes and quickly strode outside to climb behind the wheel of the little sports car.

  Liz reluctantly followed, caught her eye, and winked. “Later, Love.”

  They arrived at the club in thirt
y minutes. Susan pulled up to the valet parking area at the club’s entrance. A tall, good-looking blond man with startling blue eyes the color of the sky on a clear day waited on the sidewalk. “Hey, Suzie Q, I’m over here,” he called out as she gave the keys to the valet. He stood still to ogle long, shapely, honey-colored legs as Susan climbed out of the low-slung black sports and then he casually strolled over to the car. He tried to kiss Susan’s mouth, but at the last minute, she turned and his lips touched her right cheek.

  “Who’s the lovely woman sitting next to you?” Johnny Flint reacted to the snub quickly. He slung a casual arm around Susan’s shoulders. His hand moved down to her waist and finally landed on a butt cheek. He tried to knead Susan’s hip.

  If Liz hadn’t been watching him, she’d have missed the contact. The car and the angle of Susan’s body hid his bold touch from most pedestrians. The man had balls, she thought, watching his move to establish power over Susan. Anyone standing next to Susan’s car could see he was staking a claim on her.

  “Johnny Flint, this is Elizabeth Gilmore. Liz, this is Johnny Flint.” Susan smiled at him and subtly moved her body away from his wandering hand.

  Johnny moved right back against Susan, then leaned over to hold out a hand to Liz. “How do you do, Ms. Gilmore? May I call you Liz too?” He smiled, revealing a charming, pearly white, even-toothed grin with dimples on either side of his cheeks.

  Liz’s senses went on alert immediately. She thought he smelled like a smooth-talking womanizer. She’d never liked smooth-talking men. Their gift of gab always bordered on lies. Their stories rarely turned out to be true and usually hid some nasty ulterior motives. She returned his smile and then nodded as she stepped out of the car. “Sure you can, if I can call you Johnny.”

  “You sure can, Liz.” Johnny grinned warmly and put an arm around the women’s waists as he escorted them into the club. He knew they’d make a stunning entrance into the country club’s private dining room. Here was big, handsome Johnny Flint with two extremely attractive women on his arm; one short and fine and the other tall and fine.

  Liz estimated Johnny Flint to be as tall as her brother but not as broad across the shoulders and chest or as muscular in the arms. If they were on a football team, Johnny would be the tall, rangy quarterback while Jake would be an end or linebacker.

  Watching Johnny Flint and Susan Drummond standing together, she thought they’d make a handsome couple. Johnny had tanned to a burnished golden-brown complexion. He had the complexion of a white man who spent a great deal of time in the sun. By comparison, Susan’s honey-colored skin had reddish undertones from the hot southern sun. His face was clean-shaven and cleft-chinned. He had nice wide shoulders and a lean waist. Susan was long-legged with an hour glass-figure. If they were to marry and have children with her hazel eyes and his bright blue ones, their children would be gorgeous, Liz mused.

  She noted his male friends sitting around one of the larger tables in the private club. They called to Johnny as he came through the door, inviting him and his females to join them. She was sure his table of friends included a redneck or two who believed white men need not marry a Black woman to get the poontang. She was equally certain his friends felt that you didn’t make little “tar babies” you had to support either.

  Throughout the meal, she watched how Johnny and his friends kept up a steady stream of conversation, mostly about business with sexual innuendoes mixed in with the business advice. Johnny deliberately excluded Susan from the business discussions with his friends. When she tried to interject an opinion, he’d shut her down with a smirk or issue a remark designed to ridicule her.

  Another unpleasant thing about Johnny Flint was his restless hands. Several times during the meal, Johnny’s hands slid up and down her pants leg, then pressed into her thigh, trying to reach her crotch. He never looked at her once while he was trying to fondle her. He didn’t seem to care whether she liked his hand’s placement or not. She removed it twice from her thigh, then cleared her throat, but he ignored her polite signal.

  Tired of his little touchy feely games, Liz shifted far enough away from him so he’d have to be obvious and lean over to touch her thigh again. He didn’t like what she did to outmaneuver him. She noticed a flash of annoyance that skittered across his face when she glanced at his profile, but he didn’t show any other sign that her checkmate disturbed him. His actions stoked her curiosity. She’d love to monitor him to see what he did in his free time, she mused as she and Susan left for the restrooms with the deluxe lounge area upstairs.

  “Screw Johnny and his narrow-minded, chauvinistic friends!” Susan exclaimed as she paced back and forth inside the luxurious lounge.

  When Liz realized the furious state Susan was in, she quickly tipped the cute little attendant with the shapely legs twenty dollars to check all the stalls to ensure they were empty. Then she asked her to stand guard outside the door to make sure the bathroom remained empty for the next ten minutes. “Calm down, Love.” Liz stood behind Susan and massaged her neck. “We need to know who’s doing this to your family. Johnny and his friends might be able to tell us something. I know it’s a long shot, but you never know where the next tip comes from.”

  The soothing massage soon turned into an erotic stimulation for both women. Large hands moved slowly down the front of Susan’s dress to cup her breasts. Liz flicked soft nipples until they were rock hard and then she ground her pelvis against Susan’s hips. “Oh lord! I want you right here, right now,” she whispered, kissing Susan’s neck.

  Susan moaned. “Lizzie, we can’t! Not here.”

  “Who says?” Liz whispered in a voice made husky with desire.

  Susan felt a warm hand raise the back of her dress to caress her hips and then reach around to the front to slide a hand between her legs. Liz played with her thighs, caressing them until she could barely stand and she had to lean against Liz for support. Liz pushed panties aside and slowly slipped long fingers into her moist clit with one hand as she held a breast and nipple with the other.

  “You feel so good. Your skin’s so soft, like baby skin,” Liz whispered in Susan’s ear. She kept her fingers moving slowly in and out of Susan’s pussy, then dragged a thumb against the little slick nub. “Can you feel how wet you are? Do you like this, My Love?”

  “Oh, God, yes, I feel it.” Susan panted. “Ah, Lizzie, I’m cumming.” She reached down to hold Liz’s hand still as she moved against it one last time and collapsed against her solid chest, sighing softly. “That was incredible. You’re a wonderful lover.”

  Afterwards, Liz pulled Susan’s dress down, straightened the front, and smoothed it down, then stopped to pinch a pert nipple. “Are you ready for round two?” She stepped away to wash her hands. She turned to glance at Susan. “Ready?”

  “No, not yet. I have to do something first.” Susan strolled over to Liz, pulled her head down, and kissed her hard on the lips. She grinned broadly. “Now I’m ready. Let’s go tangle with Johnny and his friends.”

  They heard low voices outside engaged in a discussion, then a light tap on the bathroom door. A minute later, a good-looking redhead stepped into the bathroom. She spoke to Susan but stared at Liz. “Well, hello, Suzie Q. What a pleasant surprise! It’s nice to see you at the club again,” the redhead remarked, kissing Susan’s cheek but continuing to scrutinize Liz.

  Susan produced a weak smile. “Oh hello, Helen. You’re looking well. It’s been a long time.”

  “That’s not my fault, is it, Baby?” Helen purred and raised a beautifully arched brow.

  Susan reddened.

  Bracelets jangled as she stroked Susan’s elbow and stared into her eyes. “I heard about the accident at the site. I’m so sorry. How’s your old man?”

  Susan shrugged out of her grasp and sighed. “He’s got a broken hip and mild concussion. The fire damaged his lungs, but he’s healing. The doctors say he’ll make a full recovery.”

  “I heard you’re taking the reins until he’s up and arou
nd. I didn’t know you had the talent.” Helen winked at Susan and then grinned at Liz. “Why don’t you introduce me to your silent friend, Suzie? She’s very attractive.”

  “Helen Nelson, this is…”

  Helen snapped her fingers as if she’d just remembered something. “No, don’t tell me her name.” She pointed to Liz and grinned. “I know you. You’re Sergeant Gilmore, right? I saw you at the Police Officer’s Ball last year. You were standing next to the sheriff one minute and gone the next. You look very impressive in a dress uniform, I might add.”

  Liz held out a hand. “How do you do, Ms. Nelson?”

  The two women shook hands.

  Helen held on to Liz’s hand a little longer than normal. She played with Liz’s hand, turning it over, then stroking the palm as she stared into observant dark brown eyes. “Call me Helen, Sergeant. Susan?” she asked, continuing to eye Liz.

  “Yes, Helen.”

  “I’m having a pool party next week. Please bring the charming sergeant with you when you come. I’d like to see if a dress uniform is the only thing she looks good in or out of, as the case may be.”

  Susan’s eyes narrowed when she noted Helen’s grip on Liz. “I’ll be sure to call you. Let’s go, Sergeant Gilmore! We have a luncheon to finish.” She squared her shoulders as she stalked out the door, mumbling something about old hags.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Nelson,” Liz remarked to the redhead, then hustled out the door, trying to find Susan. She nodded to the attendant, then mouthed the word “thanks” as she passed. “Hey? I’m here with you, Love, only you. It’s okay,” she whispered, catching up with Susan in one long stride.

  “Humph. Just remember that, Sergeant!”

  “God, Drummond, I hate when you call me ‘Sergeant’ in that tone of voice.”