In the Nick of Time (83 page)

“Saks Fifth Avenue
will be next,” Vicki stated on the other end of the phone.

“I can’t believe the meeting today.” Taryn shook her head in disbelief as she paid the taxi driver and stepped out of the cab, her phone cradled to her ear. She looked at the facility before her—the building that had once housed shoe and purse repair equipment that would soon be turned into her new sewing factory from which to manufacture her designs. “Everything went so well.”

“Of course it did. There is a need for this, and you somehow made the almost unbearable sexy. Now look, check out the building real well. I haven’t seen it yet, but it has three floors and should be a good start. Jules has guys ready to start after the renovations.”

“Vicki, how in the hell did they get a spot on 34
^th
street, though?!”

“Don’t worry about that…”

“No, wrong damn answer.” She shifted her weight, dug in her pocket and on a sigh, removed the key from her pocket. “I just signed a contract giving Jules twenty percent of my company based on simple projection and you receive six percent for five years. That’s fine; trust and believe, I am totally okay with that, but I am not one of these bimbos that is so happy for an opportunity that I piss away common sense. Now, how the hell did he make this happen?” She stepped inside, and immediately begun to cough. “Jesus! It’s dusty as hell in here!”

“It’s old… the rent is too high. Everything is out of date. They wanted you next to the retailers your lingerie would be in and they worked it out. All of that mess you see will be taken care of. When you walk in there next month, it will look like an entirely new place… Speaking of which, you’ll need a sign. Have you thought of a name?”

Taryn’s lips twisted in a satisfied grin.

“I’m still working on that…”

“Well, hurry. It takes a while and we need it on your paperwork. As it stands, we only have your legal name… You’re already way behind the curve ball. Get it together.” And with that, Vicki disconnected the call.

Taryn turned around in circles to survey the place. She looked at the long narrow windows, could barely see out of them due to all the dark gray dust and dirt. She’d walked past the place her entire life, and had never taken much notice of it. It was a tiny, odd, tall, and awkward building, yet, simply perfect for her.

She made to exit the building, prepared to make a jaunt over to Ali Baba restaurant, being in the mood for some Turkish food. As she made her way out of the place and locked the door, she stopped short when the phone rang. Raising it to her ear, she answered but before she could ask how he was doing and give him the play-by-play updates she was certain he wanted, the man blurted, “Baby, I’m back… they put me back on!”

She burst out laughing. “Nick, why do you sound surprised, baby? Of course they would! Congratulations. We’ll have to celebrate.”

She looked across the street and took notice of a police officer driving past, his arm hanging lazily out the side of his window.

“Hey, what are you doing right now?”

“Nothing but stuffing my mouth with cake… I’d prefer to be tasting your pussy.”

A light, airy laugh escaped her lips as she tilted her head back, causing her curls to fall while she ran her fingers across the back of her neck.

“You wanna hook up for lunch? I’m on 34
^th
street.”

“Yeah, wait…what time is it?”

“11:32…”

“Yeah, shouldn’t be a problem… Are you at your new spot? What do you think of it?”

“We can discuss that when I see you… Oh, and put on your uniform.”

“Why? What are you up to?”

“Just do it. See you in a bit, Officer Vitale…”

Nick walked the
streets like a son of a bitch in complete and utter charge! His swag was amped up five thousand degrees, burning a hole in the damn cement. Chin held high, he moved about the crowd of people as they dispersed from his pending approach. Though mixtures of music played and the city drone sung low and hard, he imagined that with each step he took, Wu-Tang Clan was rapping, ‘C.R.E.A.M.’ He dared to admit, he’d missed that shit. The way people would suddenly be on their best behavior when he perused Manhattan—the one spot he’d hated as a kid, that reminded him of all the shit he didn’t have. But now, he felt the magic of the place, embraced it up close and personal.

“There she is…” he whispered aloud, his lips kinking into a gratified smirk. He crossed at the walkway, his navy blue short-sleeved shirt, matching pants, and heavy black work shoes in tow. His hat set on his head just right, and his air of confidence he hoped would prove fucking contagious; the shit simply needed to be shared. “Hey baby…” He said, easy-go-lucky, as he reached for the flower standing there wearing a pink and brown striped jumpsuit, short hair brushed back from her face. “I don’t have much time, but definitely wanted to see you… even for just a little bit.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in for a kiss. He pressed his mouth into hers as he surrounded her with the warmth of his embrace.

“Mmm, you smell good.” She winked at him. “And you taste like frosting.” She flicked her tongue back and forth, causing his dick to salute.

“Let me show you the new place.” She took his hand, leading the way, and they walked quietly, pacing themselves.

He couldn’t wipe the grin off his face; he had to store this moment as one of the best days ever…

I’m watching my baby’s dreams come true… I’ve got my job back… I’m sober… Life is fuckin’ good!

She released his hand, leaving him suddenly lonely, wanting her touch to return. The warmth was replaced with coolness along his palm, and in that instant, he realized things only felt perfect when she was close by. As she unlocked and opened the door, he grimaced, refusing to let his concern stay bottled within.

“What in tha hell is
this
? Baby, this place is a mess! In this part of Manhattan?!” He stepped over the threshold and looked from left to right. “I thought this Jules guy was top notch!”

“He is.” She rolled her eyes at him as she moved through an array of old cardboard boxes piled up high like skyscrapers, threatening to collapse upon her. “But I wanted more control over the company, so I had to make some concessions. Please don’t underestimate this place though, Nick. Look at where it is… look at the potential.” She outstretched her arms and spun about, a smile on her face as if she were dancing in the center of the Taj Mahal. The dust bellowed around her, swirling higher and higher as she made dirty, black magic… He was officially seduced.

Damn…

She started to move to an imaginary rhythm, dancing to some unheard beat.

I’m going to help her out…

Digging in his pocket, he pulled out his mp3 player and set it atop a dust covered counter. The girl was gone though…in her own world.

He pushed play…

Lavell Evans’ ‘So Intoxicated’ began to play…

He simply stood there, overdosing on her beauty and happiness as the music lulled their souls closer and closer…

I thought my happiness was contagious, yeah… and so is hers. We can be contagious together.

She didn’t pause, didn’t break free, just danced… and danced… and danced to the beat, now snapping her fingers.

So he, too, fell into the lyrics as the music embraced them, making the two addicts drunk off one another:

I’m losing all my control and I can’t think clearly…

I’m faded, head in the clouds, yeah…

…No, I don’t need no alcohol to get a buzz tonight, ’cause I’m tipsy off of lovin’ you…

Girl, your body O.D., fine like wine… Every time I take sip from your fountain…

Your lovin’ got me faded… Girl, I’m so intoxicated…

She slowly opened her eyes and waltzed to him, her hips swaying to the music. He went to unbutton his shirt, but she shook her head and mouthed, “No…”

He stood there, letting her have her way as she sashayed down, down, down until she had his zipper in her hand, her partial reflection placing shadows and light on it. She ignored his pants button, and focused a bit lower, gripping the zipper, pulling it down, exposing his white boxer shorts through the slit of his pants. His breath hitched.

“I’m gonna take your gun to the head…time for some premium top…”

Her hands circled his dick and brought it out from its confines. She massaged and awakened the beast as he bent a bit over, rubbing her back in lazy circles.

“Mmmm,” he moaned as her lips touched the tip, then engulfed the head. “Ahhhh….baby…” He slowly closed his eyes, taking in the moment. His nostrils flared as she pushed, backed him up into a wall, all the while keeping his cock in her mouth.

BAM!

As his back slammed into the hard surface, dust particles flew about, catching glimmers of sunlight that dared to enter the dastardly place.

“Officer Vitale… you.taste.so.good… juicy dick…I’d steal it, keep it for myself if it weren’t already mine…” His body shook as he struggled to focus. The room started to spin. To his right, the ancient, peeling, wallpaper drew his eye, along with a ragged, old paper sign advertising a sale in days long past.

“Taryn! Uh!” He gripped the back of the woman’s head, bucking inside of her mouth as she caressed his leg with one hand and kept his cock steady between her lips with the other. His damn baton beat against his thigh as the handcuffs rattled with each movement he made.

“I want you to arrest me… crime and punishment.” She offered him a mischievous wink and he stared at her lower lip, shiny with his appreciation. Then, he scooped the little petal into his arms, snatched at her jacket and shirt and made them land in the filthy mess. Switching positions, he pinned the little minx to the wall, taking in his stroke of beautiful luck…

Lucky thief… you stole her heart, and she stole yours, too…

He stroked his cock, wet from her saliva and warm from her oral embrace. Bringing it farther out of the folds of his underwear, he waited impatiently as she unzipped her pants, and wiggled against him until the garment fell to the floor. More dust wafted forward, and neither gave a damn as he surged within her.

“Ahhhh…” Her eyes rolled as she sighed, looking so helpless and sweet…

“You have the right to remain silent…”

“Ahhhh!” He thrust within her again, this time a bit deeper.

“Anything you say or do may be used against you while I’m fuckin’ you against this wall!”

“Ahhh, shit!”

“Do you understand?!”

“Shit! Yes!”

“Uhh! You have the right to consult my dick before speaking to anyone else and to have my cock, and my cock alone, present during all future fuck sessions you may encounter…Uh!”

“Ahhhh, yes, yes, yes!”

“If you cannot afford my dick because you’ve pissed me off and are in relationship jail, I may change my mind if you promise to be a good girl and not offend again.”

“Ohhhhh, I’ll offend again! Ahhh!”

He pushed into her harder, much harder…

“If you still mess up, try to pull that warrior princess shit on me, you will have only your vibrator for a night or two. It will be appointed to you but I still expect dome, so you understand…Uhhh!”

“Yesss! Yes!”

He pounded harder and faster within her.

“If you decide to ride my dick tonight when we get home, understand that I won’t bust or stop until you cum at least twice! Time is nothing to me! I will last
all
night… you know this… Patience is a virtue.”

“Nick!!!”

“Knowing and understanding your rights as I have explained them to you, are you willing to answer my questions without an attorney present?”

“Yes!!! Yesss, baby!”

“Do you love me, Taryn?!! Uhhh!” He shoved more of himself inside of her.

“Yes! You know I love you! Ahhh…”

“Do you trust me, baby?!”

“Yes! I trust you with all of my heart!”

“Do you want me to fuck you harder, baby?”

“Yes! Give me that dick, baby!”

“You asked for it!”

Pulling roughly out of her, he flipped her around, gripped his cock and entered her again, making her claw up and down the damn wall, the dry-rotted wallpaper peeling as her stiletto shaped black nails scratched at the shit like an angry cat.

“Nick!” she screamed out, the shit echoing over and over…

Her potions flowed along his shaft, christening it just right.

“I want to make you cum again!”

Tiny flakes of light-colored wallpaper flowed through the air, sparkling amongst the dust, floating past their swaying bodies. The music carted him away somewhere, his soul drifting away into a land of the long forgotten, being transformed into something beautiful and brand new.

“Ahhhh!” She shivered against him, ensuring his undoing.

“Fuck!”

Pressing his chest harshly into her back, his mouth open, he stared at her profile. The helpless expression on her face tore him up from within. At that sight, he released inside of her, firing squad style.

“Uhhh! Shit! I’m cummin’ inside of you, baby…uhhh God!”

He held onto her waist with brute determination, kept her steady while he poured his all into her…