What She Wanted

by Storm, Author

  K Elliott presents

  What She Wants

  by

  Storm

  Copyright © 2009 by Urban Lifestyle Press

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  Urban Lifestyle Press

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  Charlotte, NC 28220

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  This is a work of fiction. It is not meant to depict, portray or represent any particular real persons. All the characters, incidents and dialogues are the products of the author’s imagination and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or person living or dead is purely coincidental.

  Editor: Kay Jackson

  Publishing Consultant: Nakea S. Murray

  Literary Consultant Group

  Book Layout: Shawna A. Grundy

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  CHAPTER 2

  ‘Say My Name, Say My Name’ - Destiny’s Child

  I can’t stand that bitch! I gotta get rid of her! She tryna stand in my way, and that I can’t have. I’ma keep her man, keep him close to me. She’s outta here for good. But not right now. First, I’ma get mine, and I’ll worry about that whore later, Kym thought to herself.

  “Say my name, nigga,” Kym said.

  “K…k…ym,” this nigga stuttered.

  Yeah, get it right. He had screamed out the wrong name one time before; his wife’s name, Dionne. Even though she had dumped Diesel for his best friend the night after he got locked up. Kym had hit his pockets so fucking hard after he did that shit, he probably never called Dionne by her name whenever he saw her. Oh well.

  “Fuck me, convict,” Kym demanded.

  Convict Diesel Smythe. His mom must’ve been on crack while pregnant with him for naming him that. Diesel Smythe, her newest sex slave.

  She was twisting and convulsing on his twin bed with scratchy, faded sheets, letting him get out all seven years of frustration and missing pussy on her. She had her titties in her hands, squeezing and licking her own nipples whenever Diesel stopped. This was their first time getting busy, and she hoped like hell his old ass mom wasn’t coming home from the senior center just yet.

  “Yeah, I knew you wanted this dick soon as I met you, bitch,” Diesel said.

  Oh, really…bitch. A minute ago, it was Kym, she thought to herself.

  Of course, his dick was strapped, ‘cause his ass had just come home from a seven and a half year bid at a state institution way out in Pennsylvania cow country for Aggravated Assault, Possession of Instrument of Crime, and Possession With Intent to Distribute. Basically, he was selling drugs with a gun on him, and whipped some fiend’s ass in the process and got caught. Now he was out on State Parole and County Probation. And that’s where Kymber Devers came in.

  “Fuck this pussy, Diesel. Beat this shit up.” She almost felt idiotic calling him by his Christian name, but good dick was good dick, right? She stopped throwing that pussy back at him for a minute, and let him slow stroke her to death. “Make me cum all ova this dick.”

  He grunted in response. She felt him stiffen up and start jerking his dick in erratic movements. It felt like he was tryna cum without her, and she almost flipped out on his ass.

  “Nigga, you better not even try to get yours before I get mine,” Kym said.

  “K…k…ym, I…”

  “Nigga, you tryna go back up state?” She stopped throwing it back at him.

  Enough said. He got his shit together quick. Power, God it was powerful, she thought…the power of the pussy.

  She let him fuck her deep and hard for a few, while she slithered around and pumped her hips underneath his muscular body. Fingers laced on top of his baldhead, she tried to pull his dick deeper into her tunnel. He flipped her over and fucked her doggie style, while he called her bitches, sluts and whore; all her favorite names and oh, so appropriate. Her pussy was wet, and she was drenching this nigga in pussy juices, backing her onion up on his dick.

  Kym could feel her wetness and fragrant juices sliding around his dick, as he got harder each time she moaned, and squeezed his dick with tight muscles. The excitement of what she was doing, and how well she did it, got her hornier. When she rubbed her clit with two fingers, she felt herself about to bust all over him. She tapped him on his shoulder and pushed him off her. Before he could react, she jumped up and put her pussy in his face. Three fingers deep in her pussy, she spread her pussy lips wide so he could catch the cum drippin’ out like she was ‘bout to part with her kids.

  After she nutted all over his lips, Kym was up in a flash and back in a Dolce and Gabana shirtdress and boots before Diesel stopped twitching from her orgasm and his.

  “I’ll see you next week in the office, Mr. Smythe. Oh, and when you get there, have a money order for $250, and make sure it’s blank. We’ll fill it out later,” Kym stated.

  She ran up outta there before his nosy old mother got back. If the bitch called her office again, asking ‘bout when she was gonna let him off probation; like it was her damned decision personally. As if Kym was the judge and jury who had sentenced her baby to seven and a half years in state prison. Or if Kym had somehow made her baby sell drugs, and beat people with a crow bar.

  Kym ran out the back door and down the alley to a County issued car, a 2009 Dodge Charger with dark, tinted windows. The County wanted their probation officers to blend into traffic, and sneak up on niggas out slinging dope on the corners. Until she rolled down the windows, or jumped out with her 9mm fully loaded with seventeen rounds and one in the chamber, she looked like every other person driving around the hood.

  She shook her head at the thought of what had just went down, and smoothed down her hair. Kym figured she probably looked a hot mess, but God damn, that young boy had just fucked the shit outta her! He made her remember why she loved her job so fucking much.

  Bad boys…she loved them, wanted them, and needed them. As soon as they came to the probation office, straight out of the state penitentiary, Kym knew which ones she would fuck. They were desperate; missing home, and hadn’t had no real pussy in years. Her shit was deep and moist, fragrant and luscious. Please, their shit was desperate. She had the keys to their freedom, and made them pay for it in spades.

  Diesel was eight days home on County Probation. He was home to his mom’s house with no job, and no prospects for employment. He was going to Welfare on day nine, and would plead disabled so he could get $205 a month plus food stamps.

  Please, Kym laughed to herself. If she wasn’t a junkie bitch, loving sex with all things thug-like, and fine ass niggas recently home from ‘Summer Camp’, she don’t know what she was.

  CHAPTER 2

  “I’m telling you she doesn’t have a clue,” Kym’s supervisor, Rick Brooks, told his supervising lieutenant from the quiet, soundproof office on the 22nd floor of the former KYW building at 16th & Walnut in downtown Philadelphia. “Hold on, that’s Johnson on the phone right now,” Brooks said.

  He clicked open his County cell phone, and listened to Johnson give the latest report of Kymber Devers’ violation of every rule and regulation they had at the County. He jotted down notes as he listened, and would later add them to a growing file of pictures, tapes of conversations, and transcribed notes. He was going to get that bitch if it killed him.

  “Yeah, Johnson, we’ve got the bitch red-handed. She’s never going to get out of this without losing her job and pension. We might even give her some jail ti
me if we’re lucky. I’m telling you, she’s running wild around Philadelphia, and one of these convicts is gonna kill her before we snatch her off the streets. She’s hitting them up for cash, double-crossing them, and fucking them in the bed and out,” Brooks said.

  Brooks had to stop and catch his breath for a second. He was starting to sound emotional, and didn’t want Johnson to hear anything other than disgust in his voice. He knew all too well what Kym was doing to those men in the bed. He listened to Johnson for a few more minutes before hanging up. His dick was rock hard, as he fingered the pictures of Kym in the file. She was beautiful, and had rocked his world two years before.

  He remembered the day she had walked into the probation office on her first day out of training. Then he remembered how she had brained him under his desk, sucking him off like a pro as his secretary, Mrs. Cole, marched in and out of his office taking shorthand and dictating letters. Shit, the bitch wanted it and he gave it to her. He fucked her mouth for a solid hour before he spit cum into the back of her throat, and forced her to swallow the kids he was abandoning into her tonsils.

  ***

  Two years ago…

  “Hi, I’m looking for supervisor Brooks,” Kym told the receptionist.

  Fly-ass Kymber Devers was in a DKNY safari shirt dress that day, rags really. Oversleeping and running late the very first day of work had her on edge. Kym hadn’t figured into her travel plans the bumper-to-bumper Monday morning traffic in all four lanes of 76 East. She arrived on the 22nd floor of the KYW building with approximately two minutes to go before she was late for her first day of work.

  She had been celebrating too late into the night with a few male friends at Champps Sports Bar in King of Prussia. The Philadelphia Eagles had played a rare Sunday Night Football game against the Dallas Cowboys, and no Eagles fan wanted to stay in the house for the prime time match-up. Plus, what better place was there to meet fine, young studs than at a sports bar with $2 domestics and $.25 wings?

  She didn’t know whether Brooks was a woman or man. She’d hoped the latter, because who needed a jealous ass female supervisor micro managing her every move. Imagine her surprise when a tall, Philip Michael Thomas look-alike walked toward her with his hand out.

  “I’m Rick Brooks. And you are?” he asked.

  They were expecting a new probation officer and a new legal clerk at 8:30 am. He wasn’t sure whom he was staring at as he held her hand, and gazed into her flawless face. The officer would be his subordinate, so he hoped like hell that this was the clerk.

  “My name is Kymber Devers. I’m the new probation officer.”

  She couldn’t help but notice Brooks’ smooth chocolate skin, baldhead and tight muscular physique. Her eyes couldn’t help but dip low to check out the bulge in his pants. Kym couldn’t believe she was looking at a hard dick in the office on her first day at work.

  Rick’s meat shrank at the thought of missing out on the prime piece of pussy standing right in front of him. He sadly stuck his hand out for a formal handshake.

  “Well, Mrs. Devers, it looks like you’re going to be working in my unit, so why don’t I introduce you to the rest of the crew,” Brooks said.

  “That’s Ms. Devers, but please call me Kym.” Might as well make it clear that I’m not married and definitely available, she thought to herself.

  Paychecks and cash symbols danced in front of Kym’s eyes. A fine ass supervisor, who already had a hard dick at the sight of her; she couldn’t have asked for a sweeter deal. She was about to make the most of her natural beauty, and what she added on the operating table. They walked around the office, while Brooks introduced her to their small unit of probation officers and the other specialized units who shared the 22nd floor.

  “Kym, this is Tracy Johnson. She’s our senior officer in the unit, and she can teach you everything you need to know about County Probation. Tracy’s on our Warrant Search Team that goes out with the local and county police to look for recent absconders,” Brooks said.

  Kym saw the flicker of lust in Tracy’s eyes when Brooks walked up to her. She looked back and forth between them. They both looked uncomfortable, and their smiles were strained. I know this nigga ain’t fuckin’ her, Kym thought. She instantly hated Tracy on sight. It was purely petty and jealously that made her detest Tracy, but what the hell? If her intuition was telling the truth, as it always did, Tracy was the one thing that might keep her from achieving her goal…Rick Brooks, and climbing the ladder of nepotism.

  Kym’s mother had always told her to keep her friends close and her enemies closer. Right now, Tracy was the enemy, but she faked it with the best of them. Kym smiled and engaged in mindless conversation about the ‘female probation officer’. She couldn’t wait to get Brooks alone.

  “So, tell me Mr. Brooks, how I can get your job?” Kym was sitting across from Brooks in his office, his massive mahogany desk separating them. She wasn’t wasting time with the bullshit. This nigga looked good; he was her supervisor, and she was gonna take every fucking thing she could get from him.

  “Well, I know how you can start moving in the right direction,” Brooks said.

  “Oh really? How might I go about doing that?” she asked.

  “Well, it depends on how badly you want it, Mrs. Devers.”

  “Again, it’s Ms. Devers, Mr. Brooks, and call me Kym,” she stated once again.

  “And you can call me Rick. So, tell me, how badly do you want my job, Kym?” He was staring at her nipples through her black and gold dress, and could feel his dick getting hard as he stared at her gorgeous face.

  She uncrossed her legs, and moved her dress up her thighs so that he could see a hint of her pink thong. He instantly reached down and massaged his dick. Kym saw his hand move down into his lap behind the desk. She saw faint arm movement as he rubbed his dick harder. She watched him as his eyes moved from her breasts to between her legs as she spread them and ran her finger along the thin strips of her silk thong.

  “Rick,” Kym whispered.

  He watched as she used one finger to move the strip aside, and he saw her swollen pink pussy lips bust free. He saw her bud of a clit growing with each stroke of her fingers.

  “Rick,” she whispered again.

  He was concentrating on his dick, which he’d taken out of his pants. He spit in his hand and gripped the head, jerking it up and down, squeezing and twisting it each time she stuck multiple fingers into her darkness. Her fingers were wet and slick from her own wetness, and he imagined her pussy juices sliding up and down his shaft.

  “Rick, don’t you think…” she began.

  He didn’t hear a damned thing except her breathing, as she moved her hips back and forth in the leather chair across from him. Now her whole hand was damn near inside her pussy, and he could see wetness on her thighs.

  “Rick, don’t you think you should close the door?” she asked.

  He snapped to attention as if he suddenly remembered where they were. His hard dick was painful, and Kym was in the process of masturbation as he watched. He stood up quickly, and his dick sprung from his hand. He never took his eyes off Kym as he stumbled over to the door and locked it.

  “I promise you, Kym, that in one year I’ll make you a supervisor.” As he said the words, a face flashed in front of his eyes, but he pushed the image away. He walked over to the chair with his dick in his hand, and lust etched in his eyes.

  “Tell me what you’re willing to do to make that happen,” Kym said.

  Rick didn’t care what he had to do. At that moment, he didn’t even have the powers to promote her to anything. He couldn’t even promise her that she’d pass her 180-day probation. But fuck that, he didn’t care about too much else other than his throbbing dick, and the thought of shooting semen down her throat or straight up in her pussy.

  “Tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll make it happen, Rick,” she purred at him seductively, her fingers lost in a sea of frothy, ecru orgasm resting between her thighs. She had him shaking
in his $2,600 gators like a schoolboy.

  Rick stepped out of his Brooks Brother’s pants and sat down in his chair, his eleven-inch black sword sticking straight up in the air.

  “Come eat it,” he said.

  CHAPTER 3

  Late Friday night, Kym wasn’t finished after she jumped off Diesel’s dick. She drove the Charger home to her twin home in the West Oak Lane section of the city on Alice Street and parked in back. Chirping her Brink’s alarm off with a keychain remote, she opened the security door and whooshed inside. No, it wasn’t South or Wild, Wild West Philly which were more like modern day Iraq, but Philly was still one of the major crime capitals of the US; right up there with Camden, New Jersey and Detroit, Michigan. She clicked again to reset the alarm as she ran up the stairs to her bedroom and dropped her vintage Louis Vuitton, one of her first gifts from Brooks, on her bed.

  Her pink BlackBerry Curve 8330 cell phone belted out Beyonce’s Single Ladies – Put A Ring On It, and she pushed talk at the familiar ring as she dashed into the bathroom. “What’s up, Trick?” she asked.

  “That’s Mrs. Trick to you, bitch,” was her friend’s retort.

  Tracy was a former probation officer, who mysteriously quit her job to start a home healthcare business two years ago. Kym never understood the notion of leaving a good government job to gamble on striking up a new business at home. And Tracy was so secretive about it.

  Kym and Tracy were pretty tight, at least in Tracy’s estimation. Kym had become indispensable when Tracy’s boyfriend, Rick Brooks, dumped her out of the blue last year and crushed her heart. Kym told Tracy everything, sparing little detail of her raucous and varied sex life with the men on her caseload.

  Tracy was probably cooking dinner for the week while checking homework, and practicing some sexy moves for her new boyfriend when he got home from work. The bitch did it all and still looked like a model, even after giving birth to four children.

  “Okay, I hear it in your voice, Kym. Who is he this time? And wait, does he have a job, or is he fresh out of the penitentiary, as usual?” Tracy asked.