by Day, Desiree
Addison stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I have a better view in mind,” he whispered in her ear.
She leaned against him. “What?”
“Your body.”
She stiffened. She knew that it was going to happen, she sighed softly. “I need to go to the bathroom and freshen up.”
“Sure.” Addison kissed the top of her head before stepping away, he pointed her toward the bathroom.
“Time to make the money honey,” she murmured to herself. “I’m doing this to pay my bills and to get my baby back home with me.”
She kicked off her shoes before stripping off her dress and hanging it on the back of the door. Brooke turned to the mirror, she contemplated whether to take off her bra.
Brooke reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra and her breasts sprung out. She bounced on her toes and they bobbed enticingly. She tossed her bra on the vanity and slipped her feet into her stilettoes. After taking a deep fortifying breath, she opened the door and strutted out.
Addison hadn’t moved from the window and didn’t hear Brooke enter the living room. She gently cleared her throat and Addison turned around. Wearing nothing but a thong and her red stilettoes, she stood proudly in front of him with her legs spread wide and her hands on her hips.
“Wow!” he uttered. He gazed hungrily at her smooth unblemished skin.
Faking a bravado that she certainly wasn’t feeling, she sauntered over to him, unbuckled his belt then unzipped his trousers, she tugged and they dropped to the floor, in a daze, he kicked them off. She could see his cock straining against his underwear. She absent-mindedly noticed that they were ordinary briefs, nothing fancy smancy for the rich man, she thought.
Brooke pressed against him, feeling his hardness touching her and gently swiped her lips over his. Addison tried to deepen the kiss but Brooke pulled away, grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom.
Brooke didn’t notice the masculine décor, the expensive accessories, or the view of the Atlanta skyline, which was even more impressive in the bedroom. With her gaze focused on his king size bed, she guided him there and had him sit on the edge.
She stuck her finger in the elastic of his underwear and tugged them down, his cock, big and pink, sprang out. She dropped his underwear on the floor.
“Do you like it?” he asked nervously. “Is it big enough?”
“It’s very big,” she cooed.
“You’re just saying that.”
Brooke shook her head. “No, I’m not, it is very big,” she insisted.
Addison broke into a smile. “Thank you. I haven’t been with too many women and since I can’t seem to keep my wife satisfied, I—”
“You’re fine,” Brooke gently reassured him and to prove her point she knelt in front of him, gripped his thighs and lightly ran her tongue over his balls then to the tip of his dick. He inhaled sharply and splayed his legs open wider.
Addison leaned back and used his elbows for support. Brooke glanced up to find him slack jawed and his eyes clamped closed. She slowly eased her mouth over his smooth tip, Addison gasped at the wet heat on his dick. He pushed himself up to get a better look of Brooke fellating him. He grabbed a handful of her hair so that he could have an unencumbered view but also to help her, she was pausing every few seconds to push the shiny strands out of her mouth, he rested it on her shoulder out of her way.
Without having to stop every second to move her hair, Brooke’s movements became smoother and more focused. She pulled his dick into her mouth, his smooth tip slipped pass her lips, he pushed his hips up, her head bobbed up and down, while she sucked his cock. They found their rhythm and moved together in synch.
Addison’s groans reverberated throughout the room, making Brooke excited. She slid her hand between her legs, pushed the floss thin piece of fabric aside then stuck her finger in her wet mound. Brooke moaned then paused as she finger fucked herself. She rubbed her thumb over her clit. Her movements had slowed down a bit and Addison thrust impatiently, forcing her to go faster. Brooke refocused her attention on Addison. While she enjoyed sucking Addison, she wished that she could stop and take care of herself, but Addison’s cock in her mouth prevented that.
She mentally shrugged before moving her hand from her pussy then cupping Addison’s balls, she squeezed them lightly, then gently rolled them in her hands. And ever so gently she scooted down so that his balls swung over her mouth, she brought them into her mouth and delicately caressed them with her tongue, Addison yelped softly. Brooke nestled her nose in his hair while her tongue continued to stroke his balls.
She grabbed his dick and started pumping it, Addison’s breath quickened. She increased her speed while she continued sucking his balls. Suddenly Addison let out a strangled cry, he thrust upward then exploded, his thick fluid splattering over her face and breasts.
“I’m sorry,” he stuttered. “I couldn’t stop it.”
“That’s okay, I enjoyed it.” She pushed herself up. “I’ll be right back, I need to clean up.” Inside the bathroom, she found a clean washcloth in one of the vanity drawers. What’s the etiquette? She wondered. Do I stay over, do I just leave, does he want to have sex, or should I stay for coffee? Shit! “I really don’t want to stay over. I’ll just leave,” she muttered to herself. Happy with her decision, she cleaned herself up and re-dressed. When she got back into the bedroom, he had pulled on a pair of shorts and turned on the TV. CNN played softly in the background. Perched on the edge of the bed, he watched the TV as though he was memorizing every story.
“I guess I’d better hit the road, it’s getting very late.”
Addison jerked, as though he had forgotten she was there. “Cool.” He glanced at the clock on his wall. It read two o’clock. “You can always stay if you want. I know you have a long drive.”
“That’s okay. I’ll be fine. Thanks for tonight, I had a good time.”
Addison stood up and stretched, Brooke made out the outline of his penis against his shorts, he was still semi hard. “No the pleasure was all mine, trust me. You made me feel like a king.” Brooke began to protest. “You really did,” he insisted. Then, “Let me give this to you before you go.” He pushed a check in her hand. He must’ve written it while she was in the bathroom.
“Addison, what is this? You don’t have to do this.”
“I wanted to.”
She kissed him softly on the lips. “Thank you.” She stuffed it in her purse.
“Hold on a sec. let me walk you down to your car.” He began pushing his feet into a pair of sneakers. He went into his closet and pulled out a sweatshirt, he pulled it on. “They say our parking garage is safe because of the security guards and the video surveillance. I bet you a dollar that when we get down there the security guard will be fast asleep in his booth.”
Brooke grinned. “Okay it’s on. And if he’s bright eyed and bushy tailed, you owe me ten dollars.”
“What? That’s cheating?” he said feigning indignation.
“We’re gambling, and if you’re so sure that he’s asleep, you won’t have to pay the ten dollars, right?” she asked coyly.
Addison smiled. “Boy you’re tough.” He grabbed his keys and they strolled down the hallway. It was so quiet that neither said a word, for fear that their voices would be amplified. Addison called the elevator, because of the late hour, it didn’t take long for one to come, they stepped on it. “Ready?” Addison asked when the elevators doors pulled open at the garage.
“I’m ready. I bet the security is wide awake and guzzling Red Bulls.”
“Let’s see.”
They tip-toed over to the security booth. They both stifled their laughter when they saw the security guard with his arms folded on his desk, and his head resting on top, leaving the surveillance cameras unattended. Still giggling they strolled to Brooke’s car.
“You owe me a dollar,” Addison said. “But I also accept payment in kisses.”
“Really?” Brooke asked teasingly.
Addison nudged her against her car and pressed his lips to hers. He gently nibbled on her bottom lip then sucked it. He slid his mouth over hers then softly prodded her mouth open with his tongue. He captured her tongue and unhurriedly pulled on it. Brooke shivered at the sensation of his tongue moving against hers. A few minutes later he pulled back and kissed her gently on the corner of her mouth. “Wow!” she uttered, a little dazed by the kiss, she slipped into her car and after a quick wave to Addison she drove off.
She didn’t look at the check until she got home. She gasped when she saw the amount. It was for three thousand dollars. In the memo section he had written: To help Jaden.
Later that night in bed, she talked to God. “Dear God, I don’t know if I should thank you for this, because I really don’t like how I got it, but I really do appreciate the money Addison had given me. It will really help me a lot. Please let me find a job soon. Amen.”
Chapter 6
“How did last night go?”
“It went well,” she said not able to suppress the happiness that crept into her voice. “He was a gentleman, we went out to eat, we talked and he took me back to his apartment.”
“So did he smash it?”
“I guess,” Brooke said shyly.
“Either the dude did or he didn’t.”
“He didn’t, I went down on him and he exploded in my face.”
“That’s good,” Ebony said firmly.
“Why?” She sighed and Brooke pictured her cousin rolling her eyes.
“Because so many jump offs get whipped by the dick and start thinking that they’re in love and shit. As long as you aren’t whipped you’ll be okay.”
“That’s not going to happen,” she said confidently.
“So did anything else happen, like any gifts?”
Brooke blushed. “He um wrote me um a check,” she admitted shyly.
“Go ahead girl. It must’ve been a shitload of money if he couldn’t pull it out of his wallet. How much?”
“Ebony!” Brook protested. “That’s private.”
“The hell it is. How much girl.”
Brook whispered the amount.
“What? How much?”
“Three thousand,” she said quietly.
“Well damn! Obviously somebody was feeling something last night. He got a taste of the chocolate and plans on coming back for refills. Good job girl.”
“I feel a little dirty,” Brooke admitted.
“You’ll get over it when you deposit the check,” Ebony quipped.
Just then Brooke’s doorbell rang. “I need to go. Somebody’s at the door.” She hung up on her cousin and raced to the door. On the other side was Officer Ferguson and a female officer that Brooke assumed was the fingerprint specialist.
Officer Ferguson introduced her as soon as they stepped in. “This is Officer Angie Perez, she’s the fingerprint specialist. If there’s a fingerprint she’ll get it. She’s the best in the county.”
She laughed before jabbing Officer Ferguson in his side. “Hey, there’s no need to keep buttering me up, I’m here aren’t I?” she joked. Brooke watched them banter and a thread of jealously shot through her, and it shocked her, she didn’t understand where that feeling was coming from. She tamped it down.
“Wow! I wasn’t expecting anyone so soon,” she said brightly.
Officer Ferguson winked at her. “She owes me a favor. You mind if I show her the bedroom?”
“Not at all.” She watched them walk through her house. Brooke followed them and waited anxiously on the threshold while Officer Perez pulled the fingerprints. Officer Ferguson hovered over her, studying the process.
“Would anybody like something to drink?” Brooke asked. She felt so helpless just standing there watching them.
“We’re cool,” they both said simultaneously, then looked at each other in disbelief when they realized what they had done, then burst out laughing.
Brooke gritted her teeth. “Fine.”
“I’m almost done. That dummy actually left some awesome prints. I got full palm prints from both hands as well as the fingers.”
Officer Ferguson shook his head. “If this is who you think it is, he is dumb, by leaving such clean evidence, it’s like he left a picture of himself committing the crime.”
Officer Perez, began packing up her equipment and finally the incriminating evidence away. “Oh yeah, we got this asshole,” she said confidently.
“I hope so,” Brooke said. “I worry about what I’ll find every time I return home. It scared my son to pieces. He saw that somebody did something horrible to our home and it scared him. Now he doesn’t feel safe.”
“Rest assured, that we will get him. Where’s your son now?” Officer Perez asked, and she instantly regretted her question when she saw a flash of pain shoot across Brooke’s face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be nosey, it’s the cop in me,” she said weakly.
“No, it’s not your fault. He’s in Buffalo visiting my parent’s, I just miss him that’s all. It’s always been just him and I and with him gone, the house feels so empty and I don’t know what to do with myself.”
Officer Perez chuckled. “I understand, it’s the same way with me and my kids. Every summer, my husband and I send them to Texas to stay with his parents. It’s rough the first week, but after that, it’s a second honeymoon all over again,” she said with a wink.
Brooke turned to Officer Ferguson. “You have any kids?”
His eyes lit up. “Yeah, a little girl named Destiny. She’s eight and is my pride and joy.”
“That’s wonderful.” She led them back down the stairs to the front door. “The offer still stands for something to drink.”
They both declined and left moments later. She jogged up the stairs to her bedroom and grabbed her purse, she had to make a run to the bank…she had a check to deposit.
A day later while she was on the Internet looking for a job, she got a call from Officer Ferguson. “We got a hit in the system,” he said, excitedly. “He was arrested last year for burglary. A warrant has been issued for his arrest, the police went to his last known address, but he was gone, the people living there said he had moved out a couple of months ago. Do you know where he might’ve gone? Maybe a relative?”
“No,” she answered frustrated and a little ashamed that she couldn’t help him. “I’m sad to say that I’ve never met any of his family. I know that his mother and a couple of his brothers moved here from New Orleans, you know, because of Hurricane Katrina, but I never met them.”
“That’s okay,” Officer Ferguson said jovially, not missing a beat. “We will get him. He’ll make a mistake, criminals usually do and we’ll get him,” he said confidently.
Chapter 7
Brooke smiled brightly, with the money Addison had given her she was able to catch up on some of her bills.
She glanced at the gas gauge on her car, it was almost on empty, she zoomed into the nearest gas station. Finally everything was looking up in her life. She had a few dollars to put in the bank and maybe have Jaden home for Christmas. She stepped out of her car and began pumping gas. It was a beautiful fall day. The temperature was in the mid-seventies and the sun was glistening off the fall foliage, burnt orange, brick red and sunny yellow colored leaves rustled in the trees. She grinned broadly. Things are getting better.
“That’s a beautiful smile.”
Startled, she glanced in the direction of the voice. Across from her, pumping gas into his Range Rover was an attractive man. “Thanks.”
He strolled over to her, with his hand outstretched. “I’m Palmer.”
Brooke took his hand. “Brooke.”
“You’re a very beautiful lady, have lunch with me.”
Brooke frowned. “You get right to the point. No beating around the bush for you.”
“Hey, slow people get run over. And I never get trampled.”
Brooke laughed, she liked his sense of humor. And he was cute. He had brown hair with bl
ond streaks that curled right under his ear, tall, about six-foot-six, but a little on the pale side. Since summer had just ended, he should’ve had some residual coloring left over, but he didn’t. Brooke tagged him to be in his early thirties.
“Sure. I would love to have lunch with you.”
“I was on my way to eat Moroccan.”
“Sounds cool, I haven’t had Moroccan in a while.”
Palmer jutted his chin toward the pay phone. “Wait for me over there.”
Brooke furrowed her brow at his tone, but she held her tongue. “Sure.” When she was done pumping her gas, she drove over to the pay phone. She watched while he went into the store and returned a few minutes later and got into his car. He drove up alongside her and motioned for her to follow him. “No Palmer, I wasn’t going to follow you, I was going to sit here like a damn fool,” she muttered, while she pulled behind him and began following him to the restaurant.
He drove erratically through the streets and occasionally she had come close to running a red light just to keep up with him. By the time she got to the restaurant, her nerves were raw. Brooke sat in her car a few minutes to calm herself down. She glanced over at Palmer, he was standing outside his car, barking orders into his phone.
When he was done, he jerked his thumb toward the restaurant and without opening her door or waiting for her, he walked in, leaving her to fend for herself. Brooke rolled her eyes and followed him. She gasped when she stepped into the restaurant, this wasn’t what she was expecting.
“Nice, huh?”
“Yeah,” she whispered awed. It was as if she had stepped into a sheik’s private quarters. The restaurant was filled with sumptuous colors, lush fabrics, and savory aromas. Mirroring Palmer’s actions, she pulled off her shoes and stuck them in a cubby.
They followed a scantily clad hostess to their seating area, which was a cluster of pillows surrounding their table. “I haven’t eaten on the floor since kindergarten,” Brooke whispered before lowering onto her pillow.