The Bee Keeper

by Vincent, Tracy D

  After we put the body into the trunk, we both slip down and sit on the pavement behind my car and share a joint. Honestly, I could do with something much stronger, but that’s all we had on hand. You have to make do with what you have.

  “So, I’m going to drive to Church Hill Avenue. I’ll park in front and go inside P3 to wait for you. Meanwhile, you’re going to drive home, take a cab to me, then we’re going to dump the body off in Lantaff Gardens. Right?” I ask Ed, making sure I have the plan straight.

  “Right.”

  “Why Lantaff Gardens, though? Why not the club district? He was pretty well known there.”

  “Because, Geoff, he collected protection money from the shopkeepers on Lantaff. Those people hated him because if they didn’t pay up, he was the one who tore stuff up. It will be more believable that someone would do him in there rather than on Church Hill.”

  “No shit? What didn’t he do for Hauer?”

  “Not much. Maya’s told me stories about her dad wanting to make him an underboss. He’s already a capo regime. He’s moving up quickly from a soldier. Well, he was moving up. I think he was trying to move in high enough for Hauer to possibly marry Maya off to him.”

  “The fuck? He would do that? Marry his princess to someone like P.A.? That man has as much class as a cockroach.” To say that I’m flabbergasted is an understatement. I know my father arranged my marriage with Bianca, but that’s an arrangement that if she or I were truly dead set against, it wouldn’t happen. But to marry Maya— sweet-as-honey Maya—off to someone like P.A. is really messed up.

  “Well, I think that was his hope. Maya assures me that her father wouldn’t do anything like that, especially to a soldier like Phillip. He’d need someone who could actually run the legit businesses, too. Personally, I think Hauer is grooming Maya to be the head.”

  “Where does that leave you, Ed?”

  “I have no fucking clue, Geoff. No fucking clue.”

  With the joint finished, we get up and go to our cars. I open my backdoor and grab a change of clothes from my overnight bag that I keep in there.

  “Oh, Ed! Before, I forget, I can’t be caught with this briefcase right now. If the senator catches me with it, he’ll probably spoon-feed me to the Bee Keeper personally. So, why don’t you take it, and when this mess with P.A. is over, I’ll get it from you? Say tomorrow sometime?”

  “Sure. I’m sure I could come up with a more believable excuse than you for having it if I get caught.”

  I hand him the briefcase and we head our separate ways. I go to the river and wash my hands and face as best as I can and change into my clean clothes. I hop into my car and drive back into the city. Once I get to Church Hill Avenue, I stop by my favorite seedy bar and start throwing back shots while I wait on Ed.

  The buzz just starts to set in when Ed comes into the bar asking if the bartender has seen me this evening. I see him point in my direction and Ed starts marching his way over.

  Ed doesn’t look as put together as he did when we parted ways out in the country. His hair is sticking up everywhere, his tie is askew, and he has black smudges on his hands, face, and jacket pockets. Something is very wrong. And seeing this causes the buzz to leave me instantly.

  “Ed?”

  “Where’s your fucking car, Geoff?”

  “Out front…” I state slowly, clearly not understanding the issue.

  “No, it fucking isn’t out front!” he said, actually using the air quotes.

  “That’s where I parked it, Ed. Are you sure you didn’t miss it?”

  “WHO the fuck could miss YOUR car, Geoff? How many people do you know drive a brand-freaking-new sports car that is manufactured in limited quantities? Isn’t your car fucking numbered, something like 212 of 5000?” Any thought I had of questioning Ed about his appearance went right out the window.

  I don’t even stay to finish hearing him, I’m on my feet and running for the door as soon as I can get through the throng of people.

  I stumble out onto the sidewalk and sure as shit, my car isn’t in front of the bar. It is missing.

  Fuck me.

  This is so fucking bad.

  Ed follows me outside and is pacing around. Rarely, in moments of high stress, will he smoke, and right now, he’s puffing on a cigarette like it’s his lifeline. “What the hell do we do, Geoff?”

  “We need to report it missing. Regardless of what’s in the car, if we report it stolen, then we’ll have already given our statements and Father can make sure everything else is taken care of. This might actually be a blessing in disguise, Ed.”

  “This doesn’t feel like a fucking blessing, Geoff!”

  “I’m going to call the police and then call Father.” I pull out my phone and dial the police chief’s personal cell number.

  After exchanging pleasantries with Chief Jackson, and explaining that my new car was stolen on Church Hill Avenue, he assures me that he’ll send a detective over straight away. The call to my father doesn’t go as well. Of course, he accuses me of being careless and worth less than shit on the bottom of his shoe. He then offers to call the police chief. I explain that I have already done that and that we were waiting on the detective to show up. He tells me to call the car service when I finish with the police and to come straight home.

  “Where’s the briefcase, Mr. Wright?” There’s that voice again. I wish he’d leave me alone, I just want to go to sleep. My body feels like a lead weight.

  “What briefcase?”

  Again, with dousing my body in flames. I am truly in hell, I just have to be.

  “Just a few more minutes of your time, Geoffrey. Wake up. I need to know where the briefcase is. When you last mentioned it, it was with your friend Ed. Did you get it back from Ed these past few weeks?” The voice is like a fly, buzz, buzz, buzzing around my head.

  “No, Ed still has it. He had to go on a trip for the senator and then he had to kiss Maya’s ass. I haven’t seen him much lately.”

  “Ed is still in possession of the briefcase then. Thank you, Mr. Wright.”

  The footsteps belonging to the voice walk away from me and starts talking to someone. She sounds sexy, her voice carries, teasing my ears. I let it wash over me. I wonder if she’ll come to my place later. I can imagine just how she looks, too. I bet she has big breasts and a tight…

  Fire consumes me, melting my skin…

  God, her mouth feels so good.

  She can suck cock better than anyone I’ve ever met. I look down at the ginger on her knees in front of me. Her head bobs and she works her hand in time with it. She’s even making slurping sounds and moans.

  The hotel room is really nice. There’s a whirlpool tub that can fit two comfortably, as well as a wonderful king size bed. I don’t care about either of them. I’m not going to be here long enough to take advantage of them anyway. The sofa is fine for me. Regina might want to move to the bed, but I am tired of bed sex.

  I tug her long hair and her mouth makes that pop noise when she releases my dick. She looks up at me with her hazel eyes and a small smile on her face. She has an inkling of what is going to happen. I continue pulling her hair until she’s on her feet, bent over me. She’s still dressed in her silk shirt and pencil skirt. I grab the hem of her skirt and push it up until it’s gathered around her waist.

  Fucking A! She’s not wearing any panties or hose. I grab her hips and pull on her until she almost sits on my cock. She takes me into her hand and guides me into her. “Shit, you're so fucking wet,” I moan, throwing my head back. “I don’t even have to touch you.”

  She doesn’t answer and starts moving, little back and forth movements that I know will get her off in no time. She puts her hands on my shoulders and throws her head back, her movements getting a little bigger and faster.

  I undo the buttons on her shirt, as I watch her enjoy herself on my dick until I pull one of her breasts out of her bra. I lean forward a little and start sucking and gently biting on her nipple. Regina always love
s her nipples to be played with. I swear she could get off on that alone.

  “Oh fuck. Oh fuck, don’t stop!” she moans, throwing her head forward, her hair draping around me like a curtain.

  I pull the other breast until it, too, is out of her bra and I give it the same treatment as the other. I don’t ignore the first one now, though. I trap the large nipple between my thumb and middle finger and lightly scrape my index nail across it, just how she likes it. I know I’m doing well because her movements become more erratic and she moans louder.

  I can tell she’s getting closer, so I reach down between us with one hand and rub her clit. After a few moments, she’s clenching down on my cock like she’s trying to milk it dry. She’s always been a noisy cummer, and this time is no different. Normally, I can get off from her riding me, but today I just can’t seem to get there.

  I nudge her off me and maneuver her until she’s face down into the sofa cushions and her ass is high in the air. I place one of my knees between hers and leave my other foot on the floor. I love looking at a woman from this angle. Her head is down and her spine leads up to the treats that are open for me.

  I guide myself back into her and start moving. I place one of my hands on her hips and the other I use to grab her hair and pull it until she’s practically sitting on my cock again. I’m done with gentle so I start slamming my dick into her wet pussy. Apparently, she is too because she starts panting and moaning louder, giving me encouragement.

  “You like me fucking you like this?”

  “Fuck yes!”

  It takes me a moment to recognize my phone vibrating in my jacket pocket. It’s laying across the back of the sofa near me. I push her face down into the cushions, shushing her as I pull out my phone. I don’t fuck her as hard, but I don’t stop when I answer the call.

  “Champlain here.”

  “Ed, darling, did you forget about our brunch date?”

  “No, I didn’t forget about it. I thought we were meeting around one at DiMarco’s?” There’s something about fucking Regina while I’m talking on the phone with Maya that makes me harder than Chinese arithmetic. Regina knows the drill, she’s keeping herself quiet, but something perverse in me makes me want to get her to break her silence.

  “Yes, but I called you an hour ago telling you that we were going to change it for eleven at Quincy’s. You did get that message, didn’t you?” she said, sounding extremely put out.

  “I never got it. I haven’t been in the office today. I’ve been the errand boy for the senator.”

  “You really should check your messages. Are you going to make it? Because if not, I’ll grab Erica and we’ll brunch instead.” Though I can’t see her, I know Maya well enough to know that she’s tapping her foot in irritation.

  I slip in my hands-free earpiece and throw down my phone. I grip my fingers into Regina’s hair and pull her until her back is flush with my front. I wrap one arm around her breasts and the other I cover her mouth.

  “No, give me around thirty or so minutes to finish up this errand and I’ll be there at Quincy’s. I’m not far from there now,” I tell her as I start fucking Regina harder. I turn her until she’s facing the back of the sofa and I can stand behind her.

  “Fine, Ed. I’ll be there waiting.” She hangs up before I can say bye.

  I turn off the earpiece and fling it on my jacket. I still have my hand on Regina’s mouth, I bring the other between her breasts until I’ve wrapped around her throat. I pull her closer until my lips touch the shell of her ear. “Does it turn you on knowing I’m on the phone with Maya while my cock is buried deep in your pussy?” I move the hand from her mouth down her body until I can play with her clit. I can feel my cock pumping in and out of her. Fuck, I want to cum now.

  “Yes,” she whispers.

  Each time my hips meets her ass, her body reverberates with it. She’s so wet that it coats my fingers. She’s moaning as loudly as she can with my hand wrapped around her throat. I’m not cutting off her air supply, but I am pressing against her carotid arteries, not too hard. Like her air flow, I’m not cutting it off; I’m restricting it.

  I feel her breathing change, telling me her orgasm is close, so I fuck her harder and rub her clit faster. My own breath turns harsh as I get closer to cumming.

  As soon as her pussy clenches around me and her body starts to spasm with it, I let her neck go, knowing that the influx of air and blood will intensify her orgasm. She throws herself forward onto the back of the sofa while grinding on my cock, her breathing coming out like a half growl, half moan.

  She drenches my dick and that’s all it takes. I pump my load into her, which seems to keep her orgasm going. As soon as I’m finished, I pull out and walk to the bathroom to clean myself off.

  She is still in the same position when I return, bringing her a damp cloth. I sit next to her and start tugging on my pants. She cleans herself off, walks over to her bag on the desk, and pulls out a pair of panties, putting them on before pulling down her skirt.

  She turns and looks at me as I tuck my shirt into my pants, and she is adjusting herself back into her bra and blouse. “I love having sex with you most.”

  Like Regina isn’t my only lover, I know I’m not hers. She has a thing for power and big dicks. I have one, but not the other. She’s also fucking the senator. I know that too, I set up half of their dates. I also know that she sometimes sees Maya’s father. Doesn’t matter to me. She’s a woman that lets me do whatever I want to her, whether it’s choking her or fucking her in the ass, or sharing her with a few of my friends. She’s ready and willing, so long as they have big cocks. We both know what we are to one another.

  “Robert and Monty have been asking about you lately. Are you game?”

  “We’ll see. The last time, Monty didn’t use enough lube and my ass hurt for a few days. Hey, where’s your necklace? The one you always wear. I notice you’ve not been wearing it lately. Finally give it to Maya?”

  “No, it’s getting repaired,” I lie. Fucking necklace. God, I hope it was completely destroyed.

  “Isn’t that a family thing?”

  “Yeah, it’s from my mother’s side.”

  “Cool,” she says with a smile.

  We continue getting ready to leave, a comfortable silence surrounding us. Regina takes off her skirt to use the complimentary clothes iron on it. I pull on my jacket and check my pockets for everything, and turn toward the door.

  “See you in the office, Regina. Let me know later about the guys.”

  “Okay,” she calls from the bathroom.

  I walk out and head to Quincy’s.

  I see Maya as soon as I walk into the restaurant. I check my watch; I’m almost ten minutes early. Maya’s nearly white hair falls in soft waves down her back. It looks like she doesn’t put forth any effort, but I know differently.

  She always sits with her back to the entrance, and this time is no exception. She says it is so that she’s always surprised when her dining partner shows up, but I think it is so they can’t see the annoyance on her face. She really likes things to go her way and to work on her timetable. Anything other than that irks her. And today, I’m really not on her timetable. I did get her voicemail earlier. I had already planned to meet with Regina and I wasn’t going to break those plans.

  The host offers to seat me, but I wave him off as I head toward my girlfriend. I come up behind her, sweep her hair aside, and kiss her neck. She jumps and squeals, exactly the reaction I’m going for.

  “Ed!” She stands up and swats at my arm. “You know I hate it when you do that. We’re in public, what will people say?”

  The look on her face says that she enjoyed it a little, at least the faint pink that tinges her cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes do.

  “I couldn’t help myself, I’ve missed you.” I sit across from her.

  Maya’s face is as sweet as they come. It’s heart-shaped and her sapphire-blue eyes are large, giving her an innocent appearance. Her nose is small and
slightly upturned at the tip and her lips are what romance authors describe as a cupid’s bow. Her makeup is flawless as usual and, like her hair, it looks as though she spent minimal time on it. But also like her hair, that’s not true.

  “I’ve missed you, too.”

  I look down at my place setting for the menu and seeing it missing, turn to Maya. “What are we having today for lunch, dear heart?”

  “I’m having tomato bisque and you’ll be having coq au vin.”

  I hate coq au vin. She always orders me the coq au vin. I’d rather have a steak, but she’s convinced that if I eat beef I’m going to keel over. I should probably be thankful for her looking out for my health, but I can’t really be bothered.

  “Thank you, sweetie.”

  “My trip to New Leonsburg was so exciting!” She leans forward in her chair and she’s as animated as I have ever seen her. But then, she’s only ever this excited over shopping. “Lisa, Thierny, and I went into this boutique and I saw the cutest outfit. It’s what I’m wearing to the…”

  I know I should listen, but I tune her out. There’s only so much talk of dresses, shoes, and handbags a man can take. Instead, I focus on remembering the information I learned this morning. Apparently, the thief of Geoff’s car has been sent to the Bee Keeper. This does not bode well for Geoff and me. The server coming with our food breaks me out of my thoughts.

  “…Jillian and Thomas have broken up again,” she says, rolling her eyes.

  “Why did it happen this time?” I feign interest, but really, I could give less than two shits about either of them. Jillian loves to give blowjobs at those private glory hole establishments and Thomas is a bigger drug addict than Geoff is.

  “She caught Thomas face first in Eden’s pie,” she tells me with a pointed look.

  “Well, then…” I cough into my napkin. I didn’t expect that.

  “So, tell me about your weekend. Did you do anything exciting?”