by J. , Anna
Ignoring Monica completely, the judge walked past her and up the stairs to put away his clothing in the master bedroom. Placing condoms in the drawer next to the night stand on his side of the bed, he disrobed in front of the mirror so he could check out his body in the process. Satisfied with his appearance, he jumped into the shower in no rush to find out why he was summoned by Monica. He figured she wanted a favor as usual, and he wanted to be right when it came time for her to serve him for it. He knew all too well what Monica was capable of, and his length grew just thinking about it.
Resisting the urge to satisfy himself in the shower and deciding Monica would surely do a better job, he washed quickly and wrapped a towel around his waist before going downstairs to see what Monica was doing. From the stairs he could see Monica engrossed in Jeopardy and snacking on vegetarian shish-kebobs. Walking up to her, he placed his lips on the butterfly tattoo on her neck and surprisingly got no reaction. Continuing his journey, he reached around to caress her breasts. Monica stood up as if he wasn’t even touching her and took her plate into the kitchen.
Confused at first, he stood there looking at her as she walked away. Walking behind her, he caught up to her bending over in front of the refrigerator as she retrieved ice cubes from the bottom of the freezer. When she stood up his erection was pressed against her back, his full length very impressive. When she turned around, he tried to kiss her lips, but she turned her head, his mouth landing on her cheek.
“What’s up with you? Why the cold shoulder?” Judge Stenton asked as she squeezed from between him and the icebox, making her way back into the living room.
“I’m not here for that. We need to talk,” Monica said from her spot on the couch, turning the television off and waiting for the judge to join her.
All hopes dashed of getting at least some head before they got into anything serious, the judge dragged his body over to the couch, plopping down on the cushion across from Monica, his once very full erection down to nothing. Taking a good look at Monica for the first time since he came in, he saw the sadness in her eyes.
“What’s on your mind?” The judge straightened the towel around his mid-section, suddenly conscious of the way he was dressed.
“I need you to work a miracle,” Monica began without hesitation. She didn’t have time to be bullshittin’ with him; she needed him to be on the same page.
“A miracle like what? You already know what it’s hittin’ for,” the judge came back, letting her know what she needed to do without actually saying it.
“It’s for a friend,” Monica began, choosing to ignore his underlying message. “I need you to get her out of jail.”
“What she in for? Murder?” the judge asked jokingly, not realizing how close to the truth he was.
“Yeah. She’s in for the murder of her husband. It’s been about three years now.”
Not knowing what to say and shocked that his joke was actually a serious matter, the judge sat with a numb look on his face, not knowing how to react. After all, he was only joking, and on the inside hoped she was too.
“Well, what . . . what happened?” He wasn’t sure he really wanted to know.
“Her husband was abusive.”
“And that’s a reason to kill him? Why didn’t she just leave?” he asked. He had a wife at home, and every so often he had to knock her in the head to get her to understand, but that was to be expected. He didn’t see the harm in running a firm household.
“He was abusive to the point where he left bruises that took weeks to heal. Broken bones and shit like that.”
“Then why didn’t she leave?”
“Because I promised to save her.”
“And how, pray tell, did you ‘save her’?” the judge asked, trying to get to the bottom of the story.
“I killed him.”
The room got silent. You could almost hear a pin drop on carpet as the two dared to take the first breath, one shocked at what was said and the other shocked having said it.
“And who is your friend?” the judge asked, not really wanting to know.
“You should know, you sentenced her,” Monica stated sadly as she waited for him to search his memory for recognition.
“The Walker case?”
“Exactly.”
The judge looked at Monica for a long time, not knowing what to make of her. He knew she was a freak and pleased him in every form imaginable, but he had no idea he was dealing with a possible murderess. Sweat began to form on his creased forehead; he tried to rationalize as a million questions swam through his head.
“So, you were the one that emptied the clip into her husband’s face? Why did you do it? How do you know Mrs. Walker?”
“We were lovers,” Monica began. “She was supposed to be leaving him to be with me. I met him first through a colleague at the art gallery, and I liked him. We fucked often, and he treated me like a queen until I met his wife Tanya. It was like love at first sight. She was a little quiet and a lot timid when we first saw each other. They had just had their first child, and she was glowing from motherhood.
“It wasn’t hard to talk him into getting her to have a threesome, and after that first night she was hooked. It surprised me when she approached me the morning we were leaving the hotel asking if we could possibly get together for a private session. I agreed, not thinking much of it, but wondering how far she would go because my girl was a tigress in the bedroom. Anyway, we started hooking up, and she began telling me how she wasn’t satisfied at home and how she wanted out. We would hang out all the time and Marcus didn’t know because we would just tell him we were out shopping when on the real we were at my house eating each other up. Excuse my French.”
She went on to tell the judge how they ended up falling in love and how Marcus became jealous of their “friendship,” not wanting to share his wife with the woman he was still sleeping with. Marcus always had a problem with alcohol, and when he got drunk he would beat Tanya for things she hadn’t done, or he thought she was doing, often leaving bruises for Monica to clean up. Tired of the whole situation, Monica went over to the house to lure Marcus away so Tanya could leave, and she walked up on him beating the life from her.
Monica told the judge how in that instant she went back to the day her stepfather was beating her mother in his drunken state and killed her right in front of her. Not able to distinguish the present from her past, she ran in to help Tanya before it was too late, doing to him what she wished she’d had the nerve to do to her stepfather all those years ago. Before the cops got there, Monica left the house and left Tanya there. She took the gun with her, and after cleaning her fingerprints off it, she sold it to a drug dealer just to get it off her hands.
She and Tanya had an understanding that when it came time for her to go down for the murder she wouldn’t tell the investigators where the murder weapon was, so they placed her before the Honorable Judge Stenton to receive sentencing. Monica left out the part about her falling for Jasmine and abandoning Tanya for the last two and half years, figuring that was info he didn’t need to help her out.
“So what exactly do you want me to do?” the judge asked, not really knowing what to make of the situation. After all, he had been having sex with a murderess, and now she wanted his help to get her naïve friend out of prison. He was also hoping she wouldn’t turn on him if he declined.
“I need you to get her out. That gun has a lot of bodies on it by now, I’m sure. Just arrest the guy I sold it to, pin the gun to that murder, and set her free. It’s simple.”
“It’s not that easy. We have to catch him in the act of a sale with a large amount of product on him, and...”
“I can set that up for you. To make it sweet I can get him busted right at his house where he keeps everything. You ain’t said nothing but a word.”
“Who is the guy?”
“Rico. I know you’ve been trying to get him for years. I can help you.”
“How soon can you do it?” the judge said, becoming
excited about catching a known felon he wouldn’t otherwise be able to touch. The police department had been trying to get him for years, and putting him away would surely get him a seat on a higher court. His eyes looked like dollar signs when he turned back to Monica.
“Set it up for this weekend,” he said. “I need to make a few calls.”
“That can happen, but I need to know that I have your word on this. She’s in jail for a crime she didn’t commit, and her son needs her.”
“You take care of me like you been doin’, and I’ll take care of you. I need to make a few calls. Be naked and ready by the time I get upstairs.”
Monica went upstairs to prepare for the judge, hoping she was doing the right thing. While she bathed, she could hear the judge on the phone making connections to bring down Rico and get Tanya out of jail. Making sure her diaphragm was in properly, she laid back on the bed and waited for the judge to join her.
A half hour later he came into the room full of excitement. Monica didn’t know if his energy came from the case or from her naked body as he pounded into her with an intensity she never felt before. She was thankful she didn’t have to tell him to put a condom on as she watched him put on two for extra safety. Monica spent the sex session thinking of a way to hook up with Rico so they could set the plan in motion.
How To Catch A Convict
“Wassup, ma? Long time no see.”
Rico had spotted Monica jogging through Fair-mount Park about a week after her talk with the judge. Monica had put the word out that she was looking for him, and as sure as gossip spreads, he found her.
“Hey Rico, how you been?” Monica asked as she caught her breath from the mile-long sprint she was engaged in. If things were going to work, she had to be absolutely irresistible, and her body had to be tight.
“I been good, ma. I hear you been trying to find me. Are you finally giving in and becoming mine?” Rico joked as they took a seat on a nearby bench so that they could talk.
“Stop playin’ with me. You know you don’t want me like that,” Monica responded, blushing. Her acting skills were in full gear.
“Ma, I been trying to get at you since I first laid eyes on you almost five years ago. You just never wanted to give me any play,” Rico came back, getting comfortable on the bench, but at the same time watching his back just in case the cops chose that day to take him down.
The cops had wanted Enrique Casarez, or Rico to everyone that knew him, for years now. They could never catch him with anything major to hold him, and everything he owned was in his mother’s name, so his papers were legit. Although he lived in the Mount Airy section of Philly, he stayed on the west side where he got his hustle on and made his name famous.
Rico had West Philly on lock. Just about every block was covered with workers making his money, and he knew if he were ever caught that would be one for the books. He stayed clean, never carrying too much money or product on him just in case he did get pulled over by some hatin’-ass cop. They hated how he was able to floss right in front of them and couldn’t do anything because half the police force was on his payroll.
“So, word has it that you been tryin’ to find me. What’s that about?” Rico quizzed, looking Monica in the eyes. His mother taught him when he was young that when you want the truth, look into a person’s eyes when you ask a question. The eyes tell you what you want to know, but Monica wasn’t the average storyteller and his little trick wouldn’t work here.
“Well, I needed your assistance in getting some protection. You know I stay by myself, and there has been someone lurking around the neighborhood, and I want to be prepared just in case he decides my house is his lucky pick one night,” Monica said with a sincere look on her face like she might really be afraid.
“Why didn’t you go to the guy you got your first burner from? The one you asked me to get rid of that night?” Rico asked, still trying to make sure Monica wasn’t up to any bullshit. As pretty as she was, he knew she had to have some sneaky ways about her, and he didn’t want to find out the wrong way.
“He’s locked up. The cops caught him for drug possession and arson. He had like ten guns in his trunk when he got pulled over and way too much coke for him to be smoking it himself.”
“I see, and you don’t know anyone else to get some heat from?”
“No one I can trust, and I knew you would take care of me,” Monica replied, hoping her story worked.
“If you let me, I would treat you like the queen you are,” Rico said, sizing Monica up. He had been trying to get her for a while, and he needed someone in his corner who he could trust with everything he owned. Monica was already established, so he knew she wouldn’t be on no gold digging type of mission; she would be loyal to him.
As it was known, Rico was large, but he was a good investor. He started selling drugs when he was only nineteen, making a way to put food on the table because his father wasn’t about shit. Although he had graduated from high school, he wasn’t making the kind of money needed to maintain a household with two other children in it. Burger King wasn’t paying that kind of money.
Working for a known kingpin, Johnny Constanza, Rico was paid weekly to run packages and given his own cut to hustle for extra pocket money for being loyal to his provider. Being business conscious, Rico put away a portion of his money every time he got paid until he had enough to purchase his own package.
Seeing that he was about making a come-up, he was put on to the same connect Johnny had so he could do his thing. Rico knew it was only a matter of time before Johnny went down, and he wanted to be put on before it was too late. Soon after that, Johnny for was snatched off the street, giving Rico full opportunity to blow up, and it didn’t take long.
“Rico, it’s not that easy,” Monica replied, happy he had played right into her trap. It was easier than she thought, and she was bursting at the seams with anticipation. All she had to do was find out how his operation worked and then she could end all this madness.
Keeping in mind the timeframe the judge gave her to make this work and knowing they were on 24-hour surveillance, she agreed to let him take her to dinner later that night so they could discuss the possibility of a future together.
Rico walked her to her car, and after making sure she was safely inside, made his way to his jeep, looking over his shoulder to make sure the feds weren’t on his neck. Speeding off, he went to tie up some loose ends before going back home to get ready for his date with Monica. He knew he had to come correct when dealing with her, and he didn’t want to give her any reason to think he couldn’t step up to the plate. He was also feeling good because he had just broken up with his girl that morning, and snagging Monica was a major step up.
On the way back to her house, Monica called the judge to inform him that the plan was set in motion. Even though she and the judge had a sexual relationship, they were actually kind of close. Friends, if you will, and Monica knew that if anyone could help Tanya out it would be him. Most people sent up for murder got consecutive life sentences or were sentenced to death. The judge, although he still put Tanya away, wasn’t hardly as harsh as he could have been. Friends with benefits were good to have, and Monica made sure the judge was always taken care of.
Over the next three weeks, Rico spoiled Monica, happy he’d finally found someone to hold him down. Trusting Monica with his very life, he put her on to how his operation was ran and told her enough to satisfy her curiosity so she wouldn’t feel like she had to sneak behind his back. He couldn’t honestly tell her everything—he wasn’t a fool—but he wanted her to know that there was definitely a level of trust there on her behalf.
Good pussy will do that to you, and Rico found himself getting more relaxed around her and not worrying about the feds as much. He was slipping up in a major way—exactly how Monica had planned it.
“Rico, instead of having your money in your house, did you ever think about hiding it somewhere else? I mean, just in case the feds did come here. You could lose everythin
g. Maybe you should put it in a Swiss bank account or somewhere untraceable.”
Monica and Rico had just finished round two of their lovemaking, and she was wrapped in his arms like he would never let her go. For the first time in Rico’s life he was at peace, and it felt good. He was able to be himself around Monica, not having to lock everything down before she got there. He left bags of money out, not concerned that any would be missing because in his mind his money wasn’t any of Monica’s concern.
“I ain’t putting my money in no bank. You can’t trust those cats,” Rico replied, pulling Monica further into his embrace. His manhood was awakening slowly but surely, preparing for round three. At that moment he didn’t want to talk about money, he wanted Monica bent over the side of the bed with her ass in the air.
“Okay, I understand your apprehension, but I’m just saying, baby, if you at least purchased a safe you could keep it in my house. Only you and me would know the combination, and if you were ever raided, I could pay your lawyer with no problem. At least do that for the time being until you figure something else out. It would be a much safer option for you.”
Hitting on a nerve, Rico contemplated the scenario Monica laid before him, not sure what he should do.
“Let me sleep on it, ma, okay?”
“Okay, baby. I’m just looking out for you, you know.”
“I know, boo. Now turn over so I can get in there,” he replied, referring to her wetness. By the time Monica got done turning him out, they were dressed and at Home Depot that night purchasing a safe to take to her house. By morning the safe was stored in her living room closet, and Rico deposited a little over a million dollars in ten and twenty dollar increments into the safe. Monica made sure to keep the combination in a safe place, and after making love in front of her fireplace, they enjoyed breakfast and made a trip to the mall on him.