Crime

by Cruz, Sofia

  Moments later, she and Jessica were heading back to David's office. "Is he even old enough to shave?" Jessica asked, glancing back at Mason, who they could see slurping on a coke while he worked the keyboard, one handed.

  "He isn't old enough to have been born yet, but he's all I've got. Besides, I really do trust Mike, so if this is who he sent, then I've gotta believe he really is that good." Shaking her head, she placed her hand at the small of Jessica's back, gently steering her back towards David's office.

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  Hours later, Melanie and Jessica had joined the sisters' friends at The Kitty Club. Lisa and Felicia had gotten there early, and Melanie had been glad to see that Lisa had made the women get a set of tables against the wall. They were still in their usual spot, just farther back, away from the main line of traffic. This way, Lisa and Melanie could sit with their backs to the wall and have a good visual of the entire club.

  Melanie was nursing a coke when Jessica got up and announced she was going dancing. "No, you're not. Sit down, Jessica. I can't watch you on the dance floor, it's too crowded."

  "Oh, come one. Pleeeeese? Listen, if you stand near the fence on this side, I can dance right on the other side, right near the entrance to the dance floor. That way, if something happens, all you have to do is reach around the edge of the fence and I'll be right there. Pleeeeese," Jessica begged like a little kid. Melanie and Lisa exchanged a look.

  "She seems to have thought this through," Lisa said, her eyes going back and forth between Jessica and Melanie.

  "She always does," Melanie said with a sigh. She looked up and studied the woman standing in front of her. Jessica was giving her that pleading look with her eyes, her full, red lips in a little pout. She was wearing a black bustier and skin hugging leather pants. "One song, Jessica, then your ass is right back in that chair. For the night," she added.

  Having won again, Jessica just gave Melanie one of her gleeful little smiles and reached out to take Melanie's hand. Melanie let Jessica lead her to the dance floor. She stopped at the edge of the fence and pointed to the spot of dance floor right in front of her, on the other side of the fence. Jessica waved a hand at the DJ and nodded her head yes.

  "What the hell is she up to," Melanie wondered. Suddenly, she heard the first few strains of Luscious Jackson's "Under Your Skin". The little brat had gone through her things! This was one of the songs on the CD she had burned and brought with her, the one that she was playing this morning. Her eyes narrowed on Jessica, who just gave her a sassy grin and started swaying to the music.

  It didn't take long before Melanie realized that Jessica was dancing for her, and she felt her blood begin to thicken, her heart pound. She was fascinated, even while that little voice in her head kept screaming that she should be watching the crowd, not drooling over Jessica. She just couldn't take her eyes off of her. Melanie tried to swallow the lump in her throat as Jessica's lithe body swayed seductively to the music.

  Finally, it was over. Jessica stepped around the edge of the fencing, keeping her promise to go back to their table after one dance. Melanie grabbed Jessica's arm, a little more forcefully than she would have normally, and held Jessica to her side as she escorted her back to her chair.

  Melanie took her own seat, she and Jessica staring at each other across the table. Melanie never noticed the glare they were receiving from Felicia.

  About an hour later, the waitress was bringing a second round of tequila shots, when Jessica reached over and laid her hand on Melanie's arm.

  "Take me home, cher, please." At first, Melanie thought it was a come on, then she saw the sick look on Jessica's face. Figuring Jessica really didn't feel well; Melanie nodded her head in agreement, and walked around to help Jessica out of her chair.

  They said goodbye to everyone, Jessica explaining to them that she didn't feel good, and headed for the parking lot. They stopped beside Jessica's car.

  "Why don't you give me the keys and I'll drive home," Melanie suggested, but Jessica just laughed and shook her head no. "I thought you were sick, angel," Melanie said, getting suspicious of Jessica's sudden recovery.

  "No. I just couldn't take any more of Felicia's evil eye. It was putting a damper on things."

  Melanie was surprised. She hadn't noticed anything. Then she quickly pushed thoughts of Felicia aside and gave Jessica a sly grin.

  "Well, we should still make it look good. You know, just in case anyone is standing around out front, watching." Again, she motioned for the keys.

  Jessica fished the keys out of her purse and dangled them in front of Melanie's face. Melanie had been dying to drive her car, ever since she had pulled it out of the garage this morning. Jessica had chosen to drive her classic today. It was a 1964 ½ Ford Mustang Convertible, painted candy apple red. Melanie's jaw had hit the ground when Jessica eased the car out of the garage this morning. She'd practically purred the whole way to work. Secretly, Jessica was pleased that Melanie liked her car so much.

  "Well I don't know, cher. You know, this car's worth a fortune and you're not covered under my policy, should anything happen on the way home. I don't think I can risk it." Jessica watched the disappointment spread across Melanie's face.

  "Oh. Ok," she mumbled and started to walk towards the other side of the car.

  Jessica reached out a hand to stop her. "I could be persuaded to change my mind though. You know, if I had a good reason to."

  Melanie's eyes narrowed suspiciously on Jessica's face at the sound of the red head's teasing tone. Jessica wanted something, and Melanie just knew she wouldn't like it. Well, she'd probably like it; it'd just be a bad idea.

  Melanie crossed her arms over her chest. "Ok, spill. What do you want in exchange for letting me drive," Melanie's voice a mix of resignation and suspicion.

  "Relax, cher. I'm not asking for anything you can't deliver. Just promise me you'll do a few shots with me when we get home. Before you shuffle me off to bed."

  Melanie had a funny feeling there was something Jessica was leaving out, but she really wanted to drive this car. She found herself conceding, once again, and the thought occurred to her that she was doing a lot of that since meeting the Cajun beauty. "Fine. It's a deal. Now hand over the keys, angel," Melanie said with a growl.

  Delighted to have won again, Jessica tossed Melanie the keys and ran around to jump into the passenger's side.

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  An hour later, they pulled up in front of the house. The drive took a little longer than usual, since Jessica had let Melanie take the car onto the freeway, so she could open it up a little. Jessica had loved watching the joy spread over Melanie's face as she cruised around New Orleans in the old classic. Climbing out of the car, Jessica held out a hand and led Melanie into the house.

  Jessica didn't bother to turn on any lights and, grabbing a bottle of tequila and a couple of shot glasses out of the bar in the parlor, she dragged Melanie with her into the kitchen. She rummaged around in the refrigerator for some lemons and told Melanie to grab the saltshaker from the kitchen table. The two women met in the middle, and Jessica dumped everything on the counter top. Pouring a shot, she tucked the glass between her breasts and carefully turned to face Melanie. There was a reason she had decided to wear a bustier tonight.

  Melanie leaned a hip against the counter and stood considering Jessica for a minute. She knew damn well what Jessica had planned. Body shots. Melanie decided to give Jessica a run for her money. She shook her head in a combination of disappointment and amusement. "I'll admit, you rebs know how to drink, but you don't have a clue how to do a proper body shot."

  Jessica felt a moment's disappointment, and then her temper soared, her Southern pride prickling at the insult. It never occurred to her that she was walking right into Melanie's trap.

  "Fine, cher. Since you seem to think you Yanks now it all, why don't you just show me what I'm missing." Jessica could hear the prissiness in her voice, but didn't care. No self respecting Southerner would take a snide comment like that,
from a Yankee yet, without a challenge.

  Melanie's eyes gleamed in triumph and a wicked grin spread across her face. She gave Jessica's chest a pointed look. "Well, first angel, you're going to have to loose the shirt."

  Jessica just stared at first, the demand taking her by surprise. Then she noticed the look on Melanie's face. She gulped down air, realizing that she might be in over her head. But then her pride took over, and Jessica glared defiantly at Melanie as she slammed the shot down on the counter and worked herself out of the bustier. Now she was naked from the waist up. She felt a combination of excitement and fear jolt through her body at the way Melanie was staring at her breasts.

  Melanie had guessed, from their encounter in the alley, that Jessica had a splendid chest. But now, seeing the 36C breasts free from their restraints, free for her to touch and taste, she felt her heart beat kick up a notch. Privately, she hoped she could stay in control.

  Sliding up to Jessica, until they were barely a breath apart, Melanie stared into her eyes. Satisfied that Jessica was willing, she gripped Jessica's hips and hoisted her up onto the counter top. Jessica yelped, surprised at suddenly being lifted into the air. But then Melanie maneuvered to stand between her legs, leaning against the counter, and pulled Jessica tight against her. On instinct, Jessica wrapped her legs around Melanie's waist.

  Melanie chuckled as she felt Jessica's legs clamping down around her. This was going to be fun. She reached out for the shot glass, sliding it within reach. She looked Jessica dead in the eye, held her questioning look for a moment, then lowered her head and slowly eased her mouth over Jessica's breast, engulfing it. Melanie began lathering the ample globe with her tongue, getting the skin good and wet. Then she slowly pulled back, Jessica's nipple making a little popping sound as it came free of her mouth. Her tongue darted out to flick the nipple.

  Jessica hissed in a breath, her nails digging into Melanie's shoulders. Melanie just stood there, grinning like a cat, shaking salt all over Jessica's breast. She dipped her head back down and licked the salt off, taking her time. Jessica moaned, the sound coming from deep within. Melanie's mouth on her breast was sweet torture and Jessica tightened her hold on the back of Melanie's head.

  Melanie let her lips skim over Jessica's breast as she pulled back. Jessica softly protested as those exquisite lips disappeared. A chill shuddered through her as she felt the cool air of the room on her wet skin.

  Next, Melanie gave Jessica's shoulders a little push, indicating that she wanted Jessica to lie on her back on the counter. Jessica did what she wanted, then gasped as she felt the tequila being poured into her belly button. Melanie leaned over and sucked the liquor out, using her tongue to lap at the sides of Jessica's navel, not missing a drop. Then Melanie yanked Jessica back into a sitting position. Picking up the lemon wedge, she squeezed it gently, so a little juice spilled down over Jessica's other breast, then lifted the wedge to Jessica's lips.

  Taking the hint, Jessica took the tip of the wedge into her mouth, clamping down on it with her teeth to hold it in place. She watched, mesmerized, as Melanie's mouth came towards her, lowering slowly over the other half of the lemon. Their lips touched, then Melanie eased her head back, sucking the lemon as she went. Melanie then lowered her head to Jessica's breast and began licking the drops of lemon off of it.

  Jessica sank her fingers deeper into Melanie's hair, gripping her head tight against her chest and let loose with a moan. Oh God, she could feel her juices soaking her panties.

  Melanie pulled herself free of Jessica's grip and stood, watching the desire dance in Jessica's eyes, felt the hammering of her own heart. She could smell Jessica's scent, knew she was wet and ready, for her. Jessica stared right back, her eyes an open invitation.

  Melanie stepped back, guilt seeping in, and leaned against the opposite counter. She couldn't do this. She wanted to, even needed to, but she couldn't, not without having ended things with Felicia first. It just wasn't right. She hung her head, feeling like a complete shit.

  Jessica didn't know what to think. Her body was ablaze with need, her panties so wet she could feel them sticking against her pussy. She just couldn't figure out why Melanie had stopped. Finally, after the longest moment in Jessica's life, Melanie raised her head and met her eyes again.

  "I slept with Felicia last night," Melanie blurted out. She just didn't know any other way to say it. She only knew she couldn't make love to Jessica without laying all her cards on the table, without Jessica knowing the whole truth.

  Jessica was in shock. Then, suddenly realizing that Melanie's good mood this morning was because she had spent the night with her sister, her temper snapped. Feeling betrayed, she leaped off the counter and slapped Melanie right across the face.

  Jessica's quick move took Melanie by surprise. All of a sudden, her head jerked hard to one side, from the force of Jessica's hand slamming against her cheek. The sound of flesh smacking flesh, vibrated through the moonlit kitchen.

  "You bitch! What the hell were you trying to pull?" Jessica's eyes blazed with anger. "Were you planning on going home and telling everyone just how easy, The Big Easy really is? Is that it? You wanted to be able to go home and brag to your friends about how you banged a pair of sisters while you were down here?" Jessica was screaming, pure fury coursing through her body, her eyes almost blind with it. She had trusted this woman, with her body, her heart, her life. Jessica turned on her heels and ran out of the room, afraid of what she might do next.

  "Wait! Jessica, don't go! Just let me explain," Melanie shouted at Jessica as she raced after her, chasing her up the steps and all the way to Jessica's room. Jessica lunged into her bedroom and slammed the door in Melanie's face. She pounded on the door for what felt like hours, but Jessica never opened it. She didn't even bother to yell at her through the door.

  Giving up, not knowing what else to do, Melanie just dragged herself towards the other side of the house. Finding Lisa's room, she pulled out one of the shotguns Lisa had brought and tucked away in the closet. Making sure it was locked and loaded, she went back downstairs, sank into a chair, and prepared to keep watch for the night.

  Chapter 6

  The grandfather clock in the hall struck two. Melanie sat in the dark, lost in her own thoughts. Felicia and Lisa had come a few hours ago. Felicia had seen Melanie in the parlor and would have joined her, if Melanie hadn’t waved her off. For once, she needed to do her job and not get distracted by the sisters, so she had told Felicia to go to bed, which she reluctantly did.

  The rest of the night, Melanie sat in a high back chair, close enough to the doorway to let her see the length of the hall and the front door. All night, her mind replayed the events of the last few days, each minute she had spent with the sisters, trying to figure out where, exactly, she had screwed up. Sensing movement, she forced her thoughts back to the present. There stood Jessica, just a few feet from her chair, wearing a knee length silk, emerald green robe. She’d swear it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

  Jessica stood, watching the shock leap into Melanie’s face. Ever since their fight earlier, she had sat in her room and stewed. Her mind reliving ever second she had spent with Melanie, every touch, every word. When Melanie admitted earlier to sleeping with Felicia last night, Jessica had felt betrayed. Oh, she knew they had spent the night together, that first evening, but she thought that that had been the end of it. It had come as quite a shock to realize that Melanie’s good mood this morning had been due to Felicia fucking her blind the night before.

  Jessica had spent hours mulling over her time with Melanie. Slowly, as the night wore on, she began to think that, even though Melanie was sleeping with Felicia, it was her that Melanie really wanted. She just knew it. She had tried to go to bed, but finally, somewhere around one, she admitted to herself that she wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight. She had decided to put her theory to the test. She had taken a shower, put on body spray and changed into her favorite negligee.

  Melanie knew she
should say something. At least tell Jessica to go back to her room, but she just sat, frozen, like a deer caught in a pair of headlights, staring at Jessica. Her hands were forming a death grip on the arms of the chair. Her heart was hammering in her chest.

  Jessica saw the heat, the desire in Melanie’s eyes. Slowly, she reached over to the belt on her robe. Untying it, she eased the robe off her shoulders, letting it slide down her body.

  Melanie watched the robe fall into a pool at Jessica’s feet. She suddenly felt so wired. She was riveted, afraid to move, afraid Jessica would leave. For the first time all night, her mind was a complete blank. She let her eyes roam up and down the length of Jessica’s body, noticing how the nightgown clung to every curve.

  “Make love to me, please,” Jessica whispered, her voice husky with desire.

  Every joint seemed to ache as Melanie pushed herself out of the chair. She just stood for a minute, drinking in the sight before her. Slowly, she inched closer, until she was almost toe-to-toe with Jessica. She reached out a hand and let it hover just above Jessica’s breasts, and then slowly lowered it, running the tips of her fingers down Jessica’s body. It was almost as if she was making sure Jessica was real.