What She Wanted (4 page)

Not wanting to give the neighbors any more of a show than
they already had, Kym pushed him in the house and face down
on a pool table in the basement. She tightened the cuffs on his
wrists, making him scream as the steel clamped down on his
flesh.

“Don’t fuckin’ move, Nico,” she demanded.

She ran upstairs and quickly searched his house for anything
else she could violate him on. She found a small stash of Icky
inside his pillowcase and slipped it in her pocket. In the fridge
was a case of MGD forties. Cheap Nigga! A case of Heineken
maybe, even Corona, but MGD? Kym felt like a cheap trick!

She had enough to bust Pretty Boy right now. She could
call the 24
^th
District and have Philly’s finest here in ten minutes.
He’d be at the Round House at 8
^th
and Race in thirty minutes,
and transported to Graterford Prison by 10:00 am.

But she had pulled her weapon on him, possibly in front of
his nosy neighbors, for no apparent reason. She was supposed
to contact Brooks and write a report each time she brandished
her weapon. She didn’t quite have that good of a reason
tonight…and she also didn’t have any panties on. God forbid
if she made a scene and the police swarmed, and somehow she
exposed herself. She could come up with a viable excuse for
coming to the house this late in her personal vehicle and not
the County issued Charger, and even for pulling the Glock on
him. But how would she explain the missing undergarment if
it came down to it?

Kym ran back downstairs and kicked Pretty Boy in the back
of his thigh. He was still face down on the pool table.

“You stupid prick! Be at my office on Monday morning
at 8:00 am. Don’t even think about being late, and don’t think
about running. Where the fuck would you go anyway? It
would probably take three days just to get to that backwater,
dirty country where you were born!” She yanked his arms up
behind him, and reluctantly took the cuffs off. She walked to
the back door. “Give me a reason to call ICE and the DEA!
And bring $2500 with you on Monday. I know you got it; I saw
the stacks on your dresser.”

She slammed out the back door and spun the tires of the
Jaguar as she screeched down the driveway.

***

Pretty Boy dialed the number off the business card left in
his door four months ago.

“Agent Johnson, its Serrano. P.O. Devers just left my house.
She had her Glock jammed up in my face and scared off my
girlfriend. She said she wanted me to bring money with me to
the office on Monday. She wasn’t even in her regular probation
car either.”

CHAPTER 4

R
ick Brooks listened to Special Agent Johnson’s
taped conversation with Rafael Serrano on Monday
morning. Damn it! He had missed the Agent’s call on Friday
night, and now he was too late to stop the momentum of
Probation Officer Devers before she finished spinning her web
of deceit right under his nose.

Serrano, one of their snitches, had violated back to prison
Monday morning, just as Kym said, before Brooks even got
into the office. Johnson was going to have a fit! Serrano’s
message stated that he’d been instructed to bring money into
the office, but he hadn’t told them how much. It could’ve been
as little as $100 or $10,000, knowing Devers’ conniving ass.
Whatever money she took from him could be anywhere by
now.

Brooks sat back in his chair, and tried to imagine what he
had done so horribly in his life that he deserved the horror of
Kym Devers.

***

Two years ago…

Right after releasing the beast in Kym’s throat, Brooks
jumped up and opened the door to his office. Kym was still
beautiful, but now looked disheveled, and her lips were bruised
by the beating Rick’s dick had put on her throat. Rick was all
professional again.

“Ms. Devers, thank you very much.” A minute ago she
was Kym. “Allow me to show you to your desk. As you can
see I’m very busy, and we’ve spent too much time on the
trivialities of your duties as a probation officer for the County
of Philadelphia,” Rick said. He pushed the intercom button on
his desk phone. “Mrs. Cole, please have Officer Johnson come
to my office right away.” He turned to Kym and said, “As you
can see, I’m awaiting an important meeting with my fianceé,
Tracy Johnson. Please see yourself out.”

Oh, no the fuck he didn’t.
Kym could feel the steam rising
off of her head, as she wiped her mouth and did her best to
smooth down her hair. She wanted to reach out and slap that
shit-eating grin off his face, but instead, stopped the recording
on her BlackBerry.
Oh no, nigga, you got brained by the wrong
bitch today
, she thought to herself as she walked out of his
office.

As she smoothed the wrinkles out of her linen dress, Kym
could’ve sworn she heard Mrs. Cole say something like, “Nasty
Tramp!” as she walked by.

***

And so her time went by as the new probation officer. By
the time Kym passed her 180-day probation, she’d had enough
of Rick Brooks…and his relationship with Tracy. Kym had
approximately six tapes of Brooks getting brained and fucked
by her all over his office, and in his County and personal cars.

Not once had he opened his filthy mouth to reciprocate. Her
pussy was well used and abused, but never by his tongue. She
had to admit that his long, lean specimen of prime fillet mignon
was made for films. After Kym finished blessing him with her
Oral Olympiad, he blessed her right back…with his dick. He
couldn’t even get all of it inside of her snatch. And Kym was
surely no virgin.

She’d been to his house in the Penrose section of Phila
delphia to make dinner, and pop her pussy on his eleven-inch
hard dick all night. She’d spent an hour in an apron and leop
ard Louboutin Twistocha sling backs, and then an hour on her
knees under his first floor office desk. When she was finally
loose from captivity, she snuck in the bathroom and stole a
bottle of Viagra from his medicine cabinet.

She had Rick Brooks right where she wanted him. And she
was about to have his Black Card square in her back pocket.
She had put in the time, now all she needed was space and
opportunity. Kym was going to get hers…in spades.

***

Eighteen months ago…

Day 181 Kym called Brooks on his extension.

“Mr. Brooks’ office,” sang the old dinosaur, Mrs. Cole.

“Mrs. Cole, its Kym Devers. Can I speak to Mr. Brooks,
please?” she asked.

“Who is this?” Mrs. Cole asked.

The bitch was playing, but she had treated Kym like a crab
since her first day when Brooks made her perform the Olympic
event of under-the-desk-fellatio. Kym dared her old, wrinkled
ass to call her a ‘nasty tramp’ again.

Kym put patience in her voice and said, “It’s Kym Devers.
I’d like to speak with my supervisor.”

“I can hardly hear you. Call back.” CLICK

And so it went on until Kym stalked to his office on Day
185, and walked past the living dinosaur, Cole.

“Oh no, you can’t go in there. Mr. Brooks is otherwise
engage,” Mrs. Cole stated.

“Quiet, bitch.” Kym had had enough of Rick and Cole. She
walked into his office unannounced, in time to see Rick give
Tracy a lingering kiss.

“Hey, what’s up, Trace? Sorry to burst in, but I need to speak
with Mr. Brooks right now. I’ve got a hearing in the morning.”
Kym had become Tracy’s best friend, all the while fucking her
man on a daily.

Tracy flashed a brilliant, beautiful smile and squeezed Rick’s
arm. “No need to apologize. Babe, I’ll see you later tonight.”

Kym slammed the door almost on Tracy’s heels as she
walked out.

Brooks was all business-like again. “See here, Ms. Devers…”
he began.

Kym never let him even finish his sentence. She pressed
play on her Curve
and let him hear his voice, crystal clear,
giving orders. “Suck this dick, Kym. Yeah, Daddy like it
rough. Let me feel your teeth. Whose dick is this? Yeah, bitch,
you’ll eat this dick whatever way I want you to if you want that
promotion…” At that point she stopped the tape, and pulled
out the Viagra.

“Now, Rick, here’s how this thing’s ‘bout to go down,” Kym
stated.

***

Day 182 Kym called Rick on his extension.

“Mr. Brooks’ office.”

“Mr. Cole put Rick on,” Kym said.

“That’s ‘Mrs. Cole’, and who is this?” she asked.

“Umm, yeah, that’s what I meant. It’s Kym, put Rick on the
phone,” she said.

“Mr. Brooks is otherwise engaged at the moment. I’ll put
you through to his voicemail,” Mrs. Cole stated.

“No, Cole, tell him it’s me.”

“Very well,” Mrs. Cole said, putting Kym on hold.

“Brooks here.”

“Brooks, I’m ready,” Kym said, as soon as Rick picked up
the phone.

“Ms. Devers…”

“Who?” Kym asked.

“Kym, I’m in a meeting with my lieutenant,” Rick said.

“I’ll be right over. Get him out.”

As soon as she walked in his office, he was apologetic and
slobbering all over her. “I’m sorry, Kym. I don’t know what
came over me.”

“Sorry? No, not sorry Rick, pathetic is much more
appropriate. You know I don’t know what came over you either.
Wait, is that a play on words? I bet you’re ‘sorry’ now that you
‘came’ all down my throat that day and haven’t stopped since.”
She paused to close the door. “But why would you? You had
it all figured out, didn’t you? You’d have Kym and Tracy…
Ebony and Ivory. Have your cake and eat it too. Now it’s my
turn, Brooks.”