Betrayal (3 page)

“I don’t view her in those terms. Besides, she is dating my son.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that. How long have they been dating?” he asked, eager to learn more about his future mistress.

“For over a year. It must be serious because Trey usually loves them and leaves them.”

“I remember those days. Back in my youth, I had a girl for every day of the week. Oh yes, those were the good ole days,” he said, with a lilt in his voice. “Now if I’m lucky, I have a new girl every few months, but I still fuck her brains out as often as I can. And once I’ve used and abused her body, I’m on to fresher meat.” He chuckled slyly.

“Laird, you’re such a hound dog,” Preston said, shaking his head in disgust. He enjoyed sex, but it wasn’t the first thought on his mind in the morning or the last thought on his mind in the evening.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said, roaring with laughter.

“Well, I’m sure you didn’t call to talk about your sexual exploits,” Preston said, ready to change the subject. “Did you?”

Actually, Laird had called to hear Michele’s sweet voice, but he wasn’t about to tell Preston that. If Preston knew he was sizing up Michele as his next victim, he’d probably distance himself and stop taking his phone calls. “No, I didn’t. I called to see if you’re going to
the Oglesbys’ tomorrow night. My wife wants to know if you and Ariel will be there. She seems to have developed a fondness for your wife,” he said, now sounding like the committed husband.

“Yes, we’ll be there.”

“Okay, see you guys tomorrow night. I’ve got to run into a meeting now,” he said, ending the conversation.

Once Preston hung up, he scribbled a note on his calendar to talk to Michele about her attire. As much as he tried to ignore her appearance, he had to admit that most of her outfits were too sexy for the office, and needed to be toned down. He hated being the domineering boss and instituting a dress code, but now that his colleagues were taking notice of her alluring outfits, he realized that it was time to ask Michele to alter her appearance, since it was bringing negative attention to her. Now that he was a justice he had to maintain a respectful image, and Michele was a part of that image.

MICHELE METHODICALLY
picked through the mail from Preston’s in-box, taking out all the envelopes that appeared to be invitations and spreading them across her desk. Once they were arranged according to postmark, she sliced each one open with the tip of her razor-sharp letter opener, and read the contents. She was looking for the invitation to the Congressional Black Caucus annual awards dinner. The dinner honoring some of black America’s Who’s Who was the highlight of the caucus’s four-day conference, and the hottest ticket in town. Michele could have easily bought a ticket since it was a fund-raiser, but she didn’t want to be grouped with the masses. The gala was huge, with over three thousand in attendance. She knew that if she wasn’t seated in the VIP area, she’d never get a chance to rub shoulders with some of the politically conscious entertainers who flew in from Hollywood every year to attend.

Preston, as the newly appointed justice, definitely qualified for special treatment, and Michele, being his assistant, wanted the same privileges. She knew that the invitation would be addressed to Preston and his wife, but somehow she’d figure out a way to ride in on their coattails. However, first she had to make sure that they were indeed
going. Lately, Preston had been declining invitations right and left. Even if he said no to this dinner, Michele planned to mark the response card yes, and go in his place. This was one event that she didn’t plan on missing. She’d worked too hard over the years to tweak her sexy image, and now that her body was perfect, she finally felt like an A-lister and wanted to be treated as such.

As a child, Michele had been the overweight ugly duckling of the family who lived in the shadow of her younger sister, Janet, a former beauty queen. Janet was taller, thinner, prettier, more stylish, and Michele always felt inferior to her sister. With diet and rigorous exercise, Michele finally lost weight, but it wasn’t until she had moved away from the family and gone to college that she finally began to feel like her own person. Without the judgmental eyes of her parents comparing her to Janet, she was free to wear exactly what she wanted, and she wanted to stand out from the crowd and be the center of attention for once in her life. Luckily, Michele had inherited her mother’s full C cup, which now she didn’t have to hide underneath oversized sweatshirts. Throughout her four years of college, she hardly ever wore a bra, just T-shirts two sizes too small, which stretched across her chest like thin pieces of gauze. She loved the attention her breasts got. Every time she entered class, the entire male student body (and even some of the girls), would stare at her boobs. Even the professors had a hard time taking their eyes off of her threadbare T-shirts and nearly nude breasts, especially Professor Garret, her political science teacher.

One day after class, Michele had been summoned to the professor’s office regarding her term paper. Walking into the office, Michele was nervous. She had gotten an
A
on the paper and was confused as to why the professor wanted to see her.

“Have a seat, Michele,” the professor said, pointing to a worn-out brown leather couch.

Michele did as instructed. “Is there a problem with my paper?” she asked, sitting on the edge of the sofa.

“Yes and no,” Professor Garret said, still standing. “It’s almost too perfect. Where did you get your information on appellate courts?”

“My father is an appeals judge in New York, and helped me with most of the research,” she said nervously.

The professor nodded. “Oh, I see.”

Michele breathed a sigh of relief. “Is there anything else you needed, Professor?” she asked, ready to leave so that she wouldn’t be late for her next class.

“Just one more thing. Where did you get that T-shirt? I had one just like it in college,” the professor said, easing down on the couch next to her.

Since she had a wardrobe of various T-shirts, Michele looked down to remind herself which shirt she was wearing. “I got this one in Greenwich Village a few years ago.”

The professor reached out and touched the picture on the front of her top. “Is that Malcolm or Martin?”

Michele was stunned. She couldn’t believe that the professor was touching her chest. “Uh, uh …” she stammered, not knowing what to say.

Professor Garret ran her hand back and forth over Michele’s nipples. “Hmm, I’ve been wanting to do this since the first day you walked into class with your boobs jiggling underneath your shirt,” she said, licking her lips.

“Uh, I think I should go,” Michele said, sounding like a timid child unsure of what to do.

“Wait a minute.” She held on to Michele’s arm with one hand. “I know it’s inappropriate for a professor to come on to a student, but we’re both consenting adults.” She continued to rub Michele’s boobs. “Have you ever been with a woman before?”

“No,” Michele said quickly.

“Why not?”

“’Cause I like men,” she said, point-blank.

“I like men too. As a matter of fact, I’m engaged, but sometimes men can be a little rough and insensitive. Women know just how to touch other women. Doesn’t this feel good?” she asked, now gently massaging both of Michele’s breasts.

Michele didn’t want to admit that it did indeed feel good. She
had never even thought about sleeping with another woman. She had a boyfriend and enjoyed making love to him. Suddenly she felt conflicted. She wanted to get up and run, but was paralyzed by Professor Garret’s touch.

“I take it that your silence means yes.” When Michele still didn’t say anything, Professor Garret slowly lifted Michele’s top. She let out a slight whistle. “Girl, you got the prettiest boobs that I’ve ever seen,” she said, looking at Michele’s espresso-colored nipples and perfectly round youthful breasts that sat straight out at attention. She leaned over and slowly licked the smooth skin in between Michele’s breasts. She then cupped her left boob and began sucking on her nipple like a thirsty kitten.

Michele’s mind was screaming
stop
, but her body was responding
yes
. She slumped back on the sofa and let Professor Garret feast on her rack. She closed her eyes and gave in to the exhilarating sensation. The professor’s mouth was soft and gentle, unlike her boyfriend’s frenzied sucks.

Professor Garret then took her right hand and unbuttoned Michele’s jeans. This girl was beyond delicious and she wanted to suck her young student’s delicate flower. “Come on, honey, let me make you cum,” she whispered.

Hearing the professor’s voice bought Michele back to reality, and the reality was that her
female
professor was sucking her titties and getting ready to suck her clit. As nice as it felt, Michele pulled herself away. She wasn’t gay or bisexual. She was all woman, and didn’t want another chick sexing her up. Suddenly she felt ashamed and embarrassed that she let the professor go as far as she did. “Look, I’m not gay!” she blurted out.

“Neither am I,” Professor Garret said, still holding on to Michele’s tit. “I just thought that we could have a little fun, that’s all,” she said, smiling slyly.

Michele jumped up from the sofa and pulled her top down. “Professor Garret, I’m sorry, but I’m not gay,” she repeated.

“You may not be gay, but you’re a little tease. You strut into class with those too-tight T-shirts, knowing damn well that everyone can
see your boobs through the thin cotton. Obviously, you wanted to be noticed, and now that I’m paying you some attention, you’re scared,” she said angrily.

“I’m sorry if I led you on, but I’m not into women. I promise I won’t tell anyone what happened. Just let me go,” she said, nearly pleading.

“I don’t care if you do tell, because it’ll be my word against yours. And I promise you’ll lose. I’ve been with the university for years and my record is unblemished.” She stood up from the couch. “If I were you, I’d start wearing a bra and stop parading around campus like a hooker. The next professor you entice might just take your pussy.” She walked over to the door and snatched it open. “Now get the hell out of my office.”

From that day on, Michele started wearing bras. She decided to compromise, and chose the thin mesh type instead of the padded ones. She never told anyone about the incident with Professor Garret, preferring to dismiss the lesbian encounter from her mind. The next day, she withdrew from the class, and never gave her experience with another woman a second thought.

MICHELE CONTINUED OPENING
the mail until she found the invitation that she was looking for. Preston and Ariel were not only invited to the Congressional Black Caucus dinner, but also to the VIP cocktail reception preceding the dinner. She’d seen Preston toss one invitation away today, and wasn’t about to chance him throwing away her opportunity to attend the caucus dinner. She marked yes on the response card without confirming the date with her boss. She then noted on her calendar to remind Preston about the affair. Even if he declined to go, she was assured a spot on the elite guest list. Well, it wouldn’t exactly be her name on the list, but Michele didn’t have a problem posing as Ariel for the night, as long as it got her into the party.

As Michele walked outside to the mailbox, she promised herself that one day soon she would be invited to these special events on her
own merit. She was on the fringes of the in crowd, and knew that it was just a matter of time before she was embraced by the circle. All it took was allying herself with the right person, and she would be in with the mere snap of a finger. She still loved Trey, but he couldn’t care less about attending some hoity-toity affair. He was happy in his world, and wasn’t impressed by celebrities or politicians. Once, when Trey was visiting D.C., she invited him to a black-tie affair that her friend Fiona was having. He went, but didn’t enjoy himself. All evening he kept whispering in her ear that everyone in the room was phony and only interested in talking about politics, real estate, the stock market, and how much money they made on each transaction. He began to get antsy, and started loosening his bow tie, which felt like a noose around his neck. He didn’t like wearing a tux, and felt more comfortable in jeans and a T-shirt. Trey was down to earth, and didn’t like pretentious people. Two hours into the party, he was ready to go, so he called a taxi and left her there in her glory. After that incident, Michele realized that if she was going to climb the social ladder, it would be alone, with no help from her boyfriend.

The phone rang, and she answered on the first ring. “Good afternoon, Justice Hendricks’s office, Michele speaking. How may I assist you?”

“For starters, you can get your fine self up to New York, so I can tap that ass.”

Michele blushed at his boldness. “Trey, you’re so crazy.”

“I’m not crazy, just horny.” After the other night when he saw Lexi at the club, he realized that he needed to get laid soon, or else he was going to fuck someone other than his girlfriend. “Are you taking the train up this weekend?”

Michele wanted to see Trey as well, but there was a cocktail party she wanted to attend. “No, I won’t be able to, I’ve got a lot of work to do,” she lied. She didn’t want to tell Trey about the party, since he would be full of criticism. “I’m horny too. Maybe I can come up one day during the week, and we can have a quickie.”