Crime (6 page)

Felicia pulled her fingers away from Melanie's rosebud, and started sucking on her middle finger with her mouth. Once she felt sure the finger was good and wet, she bent down and, while teasing Melanie's pussy with her tongue, slowly working her finger into her bud.
"Aaaaaaah," Melanie moaned. The feel of Felicia's finger pushing through the tight little ring was really making her temperature spike. She pushed her tongue into Felicia's soaking wet channel as far as it would go. When she felt Felicia's hips jerk, she started working her tongue in and out, never pulling completely out. She'd stop just at the tip; wait a few seconds, then push back in with one quick stroke.
Felicia starting working her finger in and out of Melanie's ass with quicker strokes, swirling her tongue inside Melanie's love channel. She felt a moan rip from her throat as Melanie's tongue picked up speed.
Melanie moaned as she tongue fucked Felicia's glistening pussy. She started to tremble as Felicia's finger and tongue, once again, picked up speed, her lower body jerking, trying to get more of Felicia's tongue and finger at the same time. She could feel the pressure building, becoming almost painful. She reached around to rub Felicia's clit, pushing down on it.
Felicia knew Melanie was only seconds away, so she started pounding her finger into Melanie's ass, her tongue licking and pushing inside her vagina. She felt Melanie's voice vibrating against her pussy, causing her to tremble.
Suddenly, Melanie couldn't breath. Ripping her mouth away from Felicia's pussy, she slid her hand down from Felicia's clit and pushed three fingers inside to replace her tongue. Gasping for air, she felt a scream tear from her throat as her body exploded, her hips pounding against Felicia's face. At the same time, Felicia's pussy began to piston up and down on her fingers, her vaginal muscles clamping down.
Felicia pulled her mouth away from Melanie's pussy, leaving only her finger hammering away inside her. They both began to scream and moan, their bodies slapping together. All of a sudden, Melanie saw stars, then nothing at all.
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She woke the next morning to the sound of zydeco music blasting in her ear. Fumbling for the snooze button, she pulled herself into a sitting position. Leaning against the headboard, she looked around, noticing Felicia was gone. Instead, there was a rose laying on the pillow beside her. Smiling, she picked it up, held it to her face and inhaled. Mmmmm, she loved the smell of roses. They were her favorite flower. She bounced out of bed feeling pretty damn good, considering it was six in the morning. Grabbing fresh underwear and a new pair of jeans, she headed for the shower.
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Downstairs, Felicia stood in the kitchen doorway, leaning against the door jam, watching Jessica make breakfast. "Since when do you cook at this hour, baby girl?"
Jessica glanced up, seeing Felicia watching her with suspicious eyes. "I don't know. Just felt like cooking this morning, I guess," Jessica said with a shrug.
Frowning, Felicia walked over to the cabinet and pulled out two coffee mugs.
"No thanks, Felicia. I've already got a cup."
"I see that, Jessica. I'm going to take a cup upstairs to Melanie."
"She doesn't drink coffee. I've already got a glass of orange juice poured for her. That's what she prefers."
Felicia's eyes narrowed, wondering how in the hell Jessica knew that. Reaching for the glass she said, "Fine. I'll just take that up to her instead."
Jessica snatched the glass up before Felicia could grab it. "I'm on my way with it now," and she took off for the steps.
Felicia smelled the eggs burning and jerked the skillet off the burner with one hand, turning it off with the other. Then she turned and rushed up the steps, hurrying after Jessica. She damn well intended to find out why Jessica, who never ate anything more complicated than a muffin for breakfast, was suddenly up before six, cooking for Melanie.
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Melanie walked out of the bathroom, dressed only in her underwear and jeans, toweling her hair dry and singing along to Alannah Myles's "Black Velvet". She loved to burn her own CD's and had brought a few with her. She'd listen to music from dawn to dusk everyday, if she could.
The song ended, and Godsmack's "Voodoo" started up. Melanie started dancing to the music while she laid a couple of shirts on the bed, trying to decide what to wear. God, I love this song, she thought. It's just so....so primal. The shirts quickly forgotten, Melanie hooked her arms over her head and began swaying to the music, loving the sensual, erotic drumbeat.
"Shit!" She jerked to a halt, finding Felicia and Jessica standing in her doorway. Both sisters had a hungry look in their eyes, thoroughly enjoying Melanie's little show.
"Sorry, cher," Jessica purred. "You didn't answer my knock, so I opened the door. I was just checking to see if you were ok."
"She looks pretty fine to me," Felicia added, her voice husky.
"Thanks. I'll be down in a minute." Embarrassed, Melanie quickly shut the door on both women, grabbing the glass of orange juice Jessica shoved at her as she shut the door. Once it was closed, she turned and sagged against it, sliding down until she sat on the floor. "Shit!"
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In the hallway, Jessica frowned at the door, then started back for the kitchen. She had only taken a few steps when Felicia's hand locked around her arm, pulling her back around, none too gently.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, baby girl," Felicia demanded.
"What?"
"Don't play innocent with me, Jessica. What do you think you're doing making Melanie breakfast and running up here with orange juice for her?" Felicia glared at her sister. "You puttin' the moves on my girl, cher?" Felicia asked, her accent thickening as her temper spiked.
"No! You're the one who told me to be nice to her, so I thought I'd make her breakfast," Jessica flung back.
"Then run through McDonalds and buy her a sandwich while she guards your precious little ass all the way to work," Felicia snapped. "I say her first, cher," she added in a warning tone.
"No, actually cher, I saw her first," Jessica returned snidely, feeling her temper rise.

"Like hell!"
"I literally ran into her on the elevator the day she arrived, so yes, I saw her first," Jessica's voice defensive.
Felicia's eyes narrowed as she glared at her sister. "Back off, Jessica. She's taken," her voice a serious warning. Then she pushed past her sister and headed for the stairs.
Jessica watched her sister stalk off down the hallway. "Yes, she is," Jessica said under her breath, her voice possessive. Felicia never heard her.

Chapter 5

Melanie bounced down the steps, inhaling the smell of eggs that was drifting out of the kitchen. She stopped on the last step, eyeing the overnight bag that was lying on the floor. She gave a little sigh, then leaped off the step and swung into the kitchen.
Jessica looked up from the omelet she was making, a little startled from Melanie's sudden appearance. She smiled, realizing that this was the first time she'd seen Melanie looking truly rested. Jessica felt a little thrill course through her body and settle in her pussy. Tearing her gaze away, she refocused on her cooking.
Melanie passed behind her on her way to the refrigerator, and Jessica felt the tingle between her legs increase. Letting out a shaky breath, she scooped up the omelet and laid it on a plate, handing it to Melanie as she passed her again, on her way to the kitchen table.
"Thanks," Melanie said, giving Jessica a smile as she accepted the plate. She could get use to this, she thought, Jessica making her breakfast every morning. Just then, memories of last night with Felicia popped into her mind and, suddenly feeling guilty, settled into a chair at the table.
Shortly after, Jessica walked over, her own breakfast in hand, and sat down across from Melanie. Noticing that Melanie was suddenly giving her plate way too much attention, Jessica decided to push her buttons a little. Taking a bite of her own omelet, Jessica slipped her foot out of her shoe and let it brush against Melanie's leg.
Melanie's head jerked up. Jessica felt a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth, as she watched a mixture of suspicion and heat spread across Melanie's face. "You know, if you were sitting a little closer, I could slide my foot up the inside of your leg." Jessica's voice soft and husky, as she watched the spark ignite in Melanie's eyes, and pushed a little more. "I'd let my foot settle in between your legs, maybe give your clit a little massage. I know for a fact, that the feeling of the fly of your jeans rubbing against it is a real turn on." Jessica gave Melanie a wicked grin, feeling triumphant when she realized that Melanie's mind was flashing back to what happened in the alley, same as hers.
Melanie just about chocked on her food. Jessica was gleaming at her like a cat that had its prey cornered. She finally forced her food down her throat and desperately tried thinking of a safe subject she could switch to.
"What's with the overnight bag?"
Jessica gave a knowing laugh. "It's Friday, cher. The Tequila Club never misses a Friday night at the Cat House. My party clothes are in the bag."
"Cat House?"
"That's what my friends and I call The Kitty Club. It's kind of an inside joke."
Melanie frowned, realizing Jessica intended to go out tonight, heedless of the fact that she had a thief stalking her. "Oh well, it was nice while it lasted," Melanie thought, knowing that she and Jessica were about to have a major argument.
"That's really not a good idea, Jessica, or are you forgetting that we still don't know who your thief is?"
"I'm not forgetting, but he's a thief, a coward sneaking around snatching money out of the cookie jar. I seriously doubt he'll show up at a lesbian club. He'll stick out like a swore thumb."
"True, if it's a man. But he could also wait outside and attack you as you're coming out, or walking to the parking lot. That lot's not very well lit. No, too many risks. You're going straight home after work, Jessica," Melanie said, her voice firm. She watched Jessica's temper spike. Here we go.
Jessica felt a few, very choice words, begin to well up in her throat, but watching Melanie bracing herself for a verbal punch, she felt the words die in her throat. She let out a sigh and picked at her omelet. This is how she screwed up in the first place, letting her temper take the lead. And while she was in Melanie's face, arguing, trying to let the P.I. know she wouldn't be pushed around, Felicia had slipped into Melanie's bed. Deciding it was time to try something else, she met Melanie's gaze.
"Ok. I realize trying to guard someone in a crowded nightclub isn't the ideal situation, but really, what harm could it do? Like I said, this guy will stick out like a sore thumb in a lesbian club. Besides, you'll be with me, and I know you'll get me home safe."
Melanie had sat, watching Jessica intently as the fiery beauty fought for control of her temper. Melanie swore she could see the wheels turning inside that pretty little head, as Jessica mapped out a new plan of attack. But that last sentence had really struck her, because she could tell by the look in Jessica's eye that she had meant it. She truly did have complete faith that Melanie could protect her, no matter what. She felt her heart leap at the idea that Jessica trusted her that much. Then her mind started running through all the ways tonight could go wrong, all the ways she'd seen a situation spiral out of control, regardless of how many precautions she had taken.
Jessica watched as countless emotions rolled through Melanie's eyes. She saw the sadness creep in, the regret, and knew she was about to lose her case. Trying for the preverbal Hail Mary, Jessica spoke up.
"Just for a little while, cher," she pleaded. "It's been a rough week and I just want to relax with my friends for a bit. Please."
Melanie was about to put her foot down, tell Jessica that there was no way in hell she was letting her go to a nightclub tonight, but she felt her resolve crumble at the sound of Jessica's voice.
"Oh hell! Ok. But just for a little while. The club starts to get too packed; I'm taking you home. Without an argument," Melanie quickly added, her voice stern.
Sensing she'd won, Jessica flashed Melanie her most brilliant smile. "Agreed. Thank you, cher."
Melanie let out a sigh, starting to feel the pinch. Here she was, butting her head against wall after wall, still without a single thread to pull in terms of finding her thief, but she was having some of the best sex of her life with Felicia, and falling in love with Jessica. "God, but I'm screwed," she thought with a groan.
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Melanie paced the lobby of Matthews Enterprises. She had called her friend Mike, the computer ace, and asked him if he could recommend anyone he might know in this area. She wanted a pro to go over Felicia and Jessica's computers, in case she missed something. Mike had called his friend Mason, a fellow computer geek who lived in the area. Mike had promised Melanie that Mason would meet her in the lobby at 10 a.m., but so far, the guy was nowhere to be seen, and it was now 10:30.
Suddenly, Melanie spotted a teenager making a beeline for her. He was tall, at least six feet, lean and very handsome. "I'll bet the girls in his high school are lined up down the block for this guy," she thought to herself. But that still didn't explain why the kid was headed her way. Finally, the young man stopped in front of her, stuck out his hand, and introduced himself as Mason, apologizing for being late because he missed the bus.
"Oh shit! Mike didn't tell me he was sending a baby." She was really aggravated. Things were starting to escalate and she didn't have time to baby sit some wet behind the ears kid.
Mason stiffened, taking offense at Melanie's outburst. "Most babies are a hell of a lot shorter than I am, ma'am," the kid shot back, his accent thick. Melanie had to contain her smirk. "Ok," she thought, "so the kid's got a spine."
"Mike tells me that there's very little you don't know about computers. Was he lying, or were you bullshitting him?"
"Neither. I'm the best. I'm sorry if you're too old and Feliciad to believe that."
Balls too, apparently. "All right, baby boy, I'll give you a shot. But you better be able to back it up. I don't have time to spare here." That said, she headed for the elevators, motioning Mason to follow her. While they stood and waited for a set of doors to open, Melanie regarded him with narrowed eyes, "You're not skipping school, or anything, are you?"
"It's summer, ma'am," Mason replied, sarcasm dripping from every word. Melanie could tell from his tone that his temper was on a short leash. This kid might just do after all.
Twenty minutes later, she had Mason set up in Jessica's office and had already shown him how to find Felicia's. Jessica had joined them, and was now explaining to Mason how the company's computerized accounting system worked. Melanie figured while he was at it, she'd have him check out the accounting entries. Maybe he could tell if someone had overridden, or altered, the initials of the person who had made them.
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.