What She Wanted (3 page)

“Oh, here you go, knocking the temporary solution to my
libido issues before you get all the juicy details. And very juicy
they were! Damn, girl, if they make all of them like Diesel in
jail, I’m ‘bout to become a C.O. They don’t all come out on
probation, you know, and I could sample all that sweet meat in-
house. Trace, his ten-inch dick had my pussy on fire, and you
know there’s only one way to put that shit out.”

“Wait, did you say Diesel? Are you fucking serious? Some
woman named her child Diesel, and you fucked him?” It
sounded like Tracy dropped the phone on the counter. “Kym,
you got me cursing in front of my babies! I’ma call you back,
‘cause you is crazy, bitch!”

Kym wondered briefly why Tracy was so quick to get off
the phone these days. She thought back to the last time they
had a lengthy conversation…and it was months ago. Kym
mental-noted to revisit the idea down the line, maybe there was
something going on. Then again, maybe there wasn’t.

***

And just like that, Kym shit, showered and shaved. Okay,
minus the shaving. It was Friday night, and a bitch was feeling
and looking damned good if she had to say so herself. She
had on a Lafayette 148 New York Bolero dress this time and
Jimmy Choo knee boots. She always represented when she
stepped outside. She would never be caught unprepared out
in public. Despite being a government employee, she had an
image to uphold.

Kym was on to her next victim. Fucking Diesel was something
nice, and there was definitely something about him. But Rafael
Serrano, aka Pretty Boy, was something else all together. Just
thinking about him made her clit rise to attention. Rafael had
been her first foray into the Hispanic community, but now she
felt like a regular mamacita, eating rice and beans even when she
wasn’t with him.

Her mouth had dropped open when she read his case file
for the first time, two years after his actual release from the
penitentiary. Kym was turned on by simply reading his lists of
charges. She would show him just how much he still turned
her on tonight.

Rafael Serrano was born Benicio Calixta Gamberro Jesuan
in La Paz, Bolivia, in the Andes Mountains, and was in the
US on an expired student visa. He had over sixty-three aliases,
and nineteen social security numbers. He had ICE detainers,
federal and local detainers all over the East Coast, and was high
on the list for deportation. He had been in and out of over seven
local and federal prisons in the past twenty-four months.

Doing his three and a half year bid for Terroristic Threats
and Witness Tampering, Pretty Boy had a helluva time keeping
the homo-thugs off him upstate, and was known to have a
vicious right hook. But because she had fucked enough of her
probationers, she was tight with the snitches, and knew who
was giving up ass, taking dicks and swallowing kids during
their stay at ‘Summer Camp.’ Pretty Boy had left niggas
unconscious on a regular when they brought that shit his way.

She chirped her keychain alarm as she ran down the steps
and out the door. She chirped her Brink’s alarm on, and remote
started the engine on her personal vehicle, a 2007 Jaguar XF.
Great Britain Jaguar of Willow Grove, Pennsylvania had
promised her the first 2009 Jaguar XJ8, Radiance Metallic,
with Charcoal Facial interior when it rolled off the truck from
Liverpool, England. Until then, this money green beauty would
do.

Subconsciously, Kym felt for the 9mm Glock strapped to
her thigh. She was going to the Bad Lands of North Philly at
10 pm, and might possibly need each of the seventeen rounds
in her clip to make it out alive.
Oh, the things one must do for
some good dick
.

Pretty Boy Rafael Serrano, 6’4”, was caramel brown skin
with grey eyes, a wide sensual mouth, curly black hair, a long,
lanky muscled body, and seven short inches of dick. But what
he did with his mouth and her asshole made Kym forget all
about the missing length. And after he devoured her asshole,
and stretched it out with his tongue and fingers, he moved
on and ate his way upward. By the time the mini-dick came
swinging out, she was breathless, deaf, blind and incoherent.

***

Pretty Boy had undressed her with his eyes during their
first meeting, and even though he wasn’t her type, Kym knew
she’d give him the poonany. He kept calling her Ms. Kymber,
all the while licking his lips and dipping his eyes down low.
She followed him into the men’s bathroom (unauthorized),
and watched him give a urine sample. She eyed his mini-tool,
disappointed, but grinned despite herself when he turned around
stroking it.

“Mr. Serrano, that is…”

“Sexy? Enticing?” Rafael licked his hand and continued to
stroke. “It’s all yours mujer. Papi been down almost four years,
mami. I need to put it someplace warm and tight.” He walked
to her and stroked her hair. “Tell Rafa what you want, mami,
and you got it. The streets been good to me since I been down.
What you want, money, a car?” He looked down at his dick
and smiled before he looked back up. “Nico quiere estar para
arriba dentro de su gatito caliente, mojado atractivo.”

Rafael was up in her personal space. She should have pulled
her County issued Glock and let off the first two rounds, but
her pussy was busy leaking. He leaned into her and beat his
dick against her thigh. Kym turned and looked into his face
as his dick jerked and spit at her. She jumped back as the first
eggshell drop landed next to her brown stiletto and slapped her
back to reality. Then the bathroom door opened. A male officer
was walking in with a urine cup and another convict.

“Rafael…” Kym stuttered and then caught herself. “Mr.
Serrano, your behavior is absolutely unacceptable!” She calmly
walked out and spared herself any real embarrassment.

Kym shook her head at the thought. She should have left
that crazy Rican alone after that scene. Now she was hooked.
She just might let him stuff his mini seven inches in her tight
asshole tonight. She could take seven measly inches, couldn’t
she? She was a back-shot virgin, despite the many dicks that
visited her luscious, swollen body.

Kym quickly dialed his home number by memory, from
her County issued cell phone. Rafael had an 8:00 pm curfew,
so at 10:10 pm he had no reason to be anywhere other than at
home in case she came through.

“Serrano, its Officer Devers. Glad to hear you home during
curfew. Did you go to work today? Did you go to your drug
and alcohol class at the Wedge? Have you been arrested since
the last time we spoke? Have you been contacted by anyone in
authority since our last meeting? Have you violated your PFA
and/or been near or within six city blocks of Vanessa Torres’
home or work?” In addition to threatening witnesses who dared
snitch against his drug empire, he had been stalking a former
girlfriend too. “I’m around the corner, open the front door,” she
said.

It was the same each time they conversed, either in person
or via telephone. He always said no, but he was lying today.
Pretty Boy had picked up new charges in Delaware County for
driving without a license, fleeing a police officer, and resisting
arrest. He didn’t know that she knew about his upcoming court
date, and she would make him pay for it tonight.

She always made sure she updated her notes regarding their
meetings on the telephone or in person. She was, after all, his
probation officer. She was the one who kept him out of jail.
She was the one who told him what to do and whom he could
do. She held the keys to his freedom and never let him forget it.
Kym smiled at the thought.

She pulled up into the driveway behind the row of houses
on North Indiana Street in the Bad Lands, her eyes glued on his
back door. She stopped behind the red and green painted house
three doors down from Pretty Boy. Even though she told him
to open the front door, she had no intention of going through
the front door. Kym liked the element of surprise. What she
didn’t like was the back door opening, and Pretty Boy throwing
a petite, half dressed blond Hispanic waif out of it.

“Nico! Por qué usted que me lanza fuera de su casa? Pensé
que usted me amó! Usted dice que usted me ama, papi! Por
favor, el papá, me dejó lo hace hasta usted!” The girl looked
about fifteen, but was stacked like a porn star.

Oh, so it’s ‘Nico’ with the bitches
, Kym thought.
And tellin’
them that you love them?

“Cierre la cogida, perra! Le dije que aspiró mi dick y que
tragó mi cum y ahora usted piensa te amo? Concha estúpida!”

Oh, so ‘Nico’ got the pretty, petite bitches eatin’ his man and
swallowing too
.

Kym drew her Glock and pointed it at Pretty Boy’s
midsection. She waited for the half-naked chick to run down
the driveway and out of danger. She knew she wasn’t going to
shoot him, but she wanted to get his attention. She racked the
slide and spit out the live round onto the ground as another slid
in the chamber.

“Nico!” Kym yelled.

Pretty Boy’s eyes almost popped outta his head as he
whipped around. “Ms. Kym!”

“Put your fuckin’ hands up, Serrano!” Kym ran up on him
standing in the doorway naked. He still had the orange condom
on his limp seven inches. She shoved him around and jammed
a pair of black cuffs on his wrists.

“Don’t you fuckin’ move, Nico! You a stupid ass illegal
alien ma’fucka, ain’t you! I should violate your ass right the
fuck now for lying to me! Oh, yeah, I know all about your new
charges in the County. You goin’ down, boy. You better tell all
your bitches adios, ‘cause your immigrant ass is goin’ back to
Bolivia via Graterford Prison, asshole!”