What She Wanted (5 page)

“Kym…” Rick began.

She hiked up her ivory Craig Muller trench dress, and
propped her legs up on the sides of the chair. Spreading her
nether lips with two fingers, she rubbed her flesh-colored pearl
and slipped two fingers inside.

“Indulge a bitch, Rick,” she said.

“Kym, I…” he began.

“Right here, right now. If I don’t cum, you don’t go home,”
she said.

***

Day 185 Kym dialed Rick’s extension.

“Mr. Brooks’ office.”

“Mr. Cole put Rick on,” Kym said.

“That’s ‘Mrs. Cole’.”

“Umm, yeah, that’s what I meant. Put Rick on the phone.”

Silence. Click.

“Brooks here.”

“You ready to eat, Daddy?” Kym asked.

“Kym, I’m on the other line,” Rick said.

“Rick, you sound hungry. This heavy cream will fill you
up.”

Mrs. Cole was looking the other way when Kym got to his
office. Kym pretended the dinosaur wasn’t there. She almost
laughed dead in her face. Every time she called Rick and called
his secretary ‘Mr. Cole’ she almost fell the fuck out. She walked
into Rick’s office and closed the door.

“On your knees,” she said.

***

Day 193 Kym called Rick’s extension.

“Mr. Brook’s office.”

“Mr. Cole, put Rick on,” Kym said.

Silence. Click.

“Brooks here.”

“You ‘bout to get your red wings today, Daddy. Sister Mary
came for a visit,” Kym said.

***

Day 199 Kym simply walked into Rick’s office.

“Tracy, I need your man for a few.” Kym was unapologetic.

“Actually, Kym, I’m glad you came in. I was just giving
Mr. Brooks my two-week notice. I’m starting a home based
business.” Tracy walked over and gave Kym a friendly hug.
Things had cooled off considerably between Tracy and Rick
since he’d been eating Kym’s pussy almost daily. “Don’t worry,
we’ll talk later,” Tracy said, leaving and closing the office door.

“Now we’ll have less interference. Don’t worry, I’ll never
tell her, Rick. Not unless you make me,” Kym said.

She walked over and locked the office door. She came out
of her Chetta B belted sheath dress and got up on his mahogany
desk on all fours. She spread her cheeks and tooted her ass up
in the air.

“Start in the back and work your way forward,” she stated.

“Ms. Devers…”

“Who?” she asked.

“Kym,” he said.

“And hurry up. I gotta be in court at two o’clock.”

***

Day 205 Kym called his extension.

“Mr. Brooks’ office.”

“Mr…” Kym began.

Silence. Click.

“Brooks here.”

“Five simple words, Rick. Centurion…Black…Card…
Kym…Devers.”
Damn, a bitch was good
. “Indulge me, Rick,”
she said.

CHAPTER 5

“M
r. Douglas, what was your release date?” Kym
asked.

He was talking,
Kym thought,
and I ain’t listening to a
damn word he sayin’
. They were sitting in Kym’s office similar
to Rick’s office a mere two years ago. No, Brooks hadn’t
promoted her to supervisor as was his promise two years ago,
but she’d made Team Leader, which got her a small office in
the Administrative wing, away from the regular work floor.

Kuron Douglas was twenty-three years old, and had just
come home from a five ear bid for Aggravated Assault. Kuron
was telling her all about his mom, and how she was so excited
to have him back home. Hell yeah, she was more than happy
to let him stay at her house. His little brother, Kalil, lived there
too, but he wasn’t on probation, he was on parole. Kuron’s
mom, Kandace, had done a seven and a half year bid at Muncy
prison in her thirties.

“So, Mr. Douglas, when did you get out of jail?” Kym had
already asked him that same question a few times before, but
couldn’t think of anything else to say or ask, even though it was
her job to find out all his personal business before letting him
out to wreck havoc on the unsuspecting society.

“I’m sayin’ though, I been out for like three days now. How
many times a week I gotta come to this office?” he said.

There was much, much more to his story. But again, she
didn’t hear it because she was caught up and mesmerized by
his lips and light brown eyes. His lips were full and succulent.
He had the sexiest damn eyes, and his met hers every few
minutes, and she tried not to stare…scout’s honor.

Kym called herself being professional, despite the image
of the two-headed naked beast flashing through her mind at
the moment. She slid her left hand into her lap, and shimmied
her David Meister belted dress high up on her thighs to finger
her clit behind the desk separating them.
If I start masturbating
right here in the office that wouldn’t be too professional,
she
thought.

“So, you’ve been home for three days. Can you verify your
home address?” she asked.

She didn’t hear his answer. Instead, she thought about all
she’d read in his file during the last couple of days. Kuron had
two younger brothers and four sisters sprinkled into the mix.
They all had some sort of criminal background. This she knew
because she had read his DOC file long before he got out of
prison. She could’ve cared less about his criminal past, whether
or not he was violent, had DV on his green sheet, or had fifteen
kids smeared across the city. All she wanted was that sweet,
prime piece of meat between his legs.

And she knew he wanted it too. And why wouldn’t he? He
was a convict, like all the rest. He had a debt to society…and to
Kym too, she felt. Why shouldn’t she get to sample the goods
and get hers? What else were they good for? Didn’t they take
from society, frighten the God fearing citizens, and drive up the
taxes that paid for their three hots and a cot, 365 days a year?
Let them start paying their debt with her…square in her Hot
Box.

While Kuron rattled on about his home address and future
plans to secure employment with a security company or
McDonald’s, Kym continued masturbating, and set up a time
to visit his home to set up his electronic monitoring. She’d
put that last condition on him herself, in addition to his other
probation conditions, so she would know where he was until
she had him pussy whipped. No need to have another ‘Pretty
Boy Rafa’ on her hands…confessing his love for dusty chicks
when she was on her way, smelling like Bath & Body Works.

Speaking of which; the thought of seeing Pretty Boy’s
pretty face this morning as she and three male co-workers and
former state troopers swarmed down on him, and twisted him
up in handcuffs and shackles. She’d sent them all away before
she searched him and pocketed the $2500 stuffed in an inside
pocket. She rubbed his dick while she patted him down, and
squeezed his butt for kicks.

“Thank you, Nico! Now, you enjoy your stay at ‘Summer
Camp.’ Know every night that you lay on Cellblock C that I put
you there. Think about how you used to eat my ass and lick this
pussy on a regular. Remember how this pussy used to grip your
dick, and have you screaming out in Spanish. Think about how
I warned you not to fuck around on me. Remember all that you
gave up, and to think, I was going to let you fuck me in my ass on
Friday. Now I’m going to Louis Vuitton to spend your money,
bitch,” Kym said.

As Kuron watched her zone in and out of their conversation,
thoughts of Nico launched Kym over the edge, and she felt
her body stiffen as the familiar swirl of liquid silk moisten her
hand. Kym shook her head clear of cobwebs, and focused on
those light brown eyes across the desk.

“Now, Mr. Douglas, what was your release date?” she asked
once again.

***

Johnson was on his phone barking out orders. “Brooks, did
you know that Devers had Serrano violated this morning? He’s
on his way to Graterford as we speak. They say his shoulder was
dislocated, and he had to be shipped to Hahnemann Hospital
first. You know the prison won’t take him with incoming
injuries. Brooks, I want her in handcuffs!”

Brooks sighed heavily. “Yeah, I just found out about Serrano
a couple of hours ago. Did he have any cash on him? I listened
to your message when I got to the office late this morning. I had
a doctor’s appointment.”

“No, he was searched by Devers’ co-conspirators here at
the office, again at the hospital, and at the Round House. Not
unless he could bury wads of cash in his anus, he was clean.”
Johnson spit out a list of expletives. “She got to him before any
of us knew what was going down.”

Brooks put his head on the desk. “Johnson, Serrano said
Kym pulled her weapon on him last night. If it was her County
issued Glock and she failed to write a report, we could get her
on insubordination. It’s better than nothing, and it might be
enough to start the process to rid the department of her.”

“Have somebody follow her. I know she’s out spending the
money she got off Serrano. If she leaves for lunch, follow her.
I’ll check with the lieutenant and see if we can put a trace on
her vehicle,” Johnson said.

***

Twelve months ago…

“Kymmie, I miss you.”

“Ricky, where are you?”

“I’m just getting out of Accounting and I’m starving. Meet
me for lunch and make my day.”