Deceptive Nights (2 page)

Why was that woman standing alone on the
corner? What had made him pay attention to her? Even though he
hadn’t got a very good look at her face, she looked a little over
twenty-five, attractive, voluptuous in the right places and...
Something. He couldn’t put his finger on it.

Her stockings. No, not stockings - Tights. He
hadn’t seen a grown woman wear white tights. It seemed so little
girlish, innocent, and somehow sexually arousing? It was strange
for Jacoby to note something like that.

Jacoby then thought Desmond would have had a
cow if he had offered that respectable woman some money for a night
a pleasure.

After a cold shower, he laid in bed staring
up at the wall too horny to sleep. Just as he decided to flick on
the television to watch infomercials, his phone rung

“
Why didn’t you do it?”
Lawrence asked on the other end.

Jacoby chortled. He should have known
Lawrence would be poking around in his head. The best friends knew
each other like the back of their own hands. “Because it wouldn’t
have been fair to you. She didn’t have any friends with her and I
definitely didn’t feel like sharing tonight. I wanted something all
to myself.”

Lawrence joined in on the amusement. “I just
had to ask.”

“
Hey, if it’s fate, I’ll
see her again then I’ll know next time what to do,” Jacoby teased,
knowing he’d never see her again. “Tonight I’ll nut
off.”

“
See you in the morning,”
Lawrence forced out through his laughter.

After hanging up the phone, he seriously
thought about it, and then went to the bathroom to get his
washcloth. Making the room dark, he calmed himself and pictured her
face on a thick fully breasted body riding naked on him. She threw
her head back and moaned those sweet helpless high-pitched moans of
pleasure licking her lips.

She knew just how to ride him too - real
slow. Gripping him tight, leaning over so her large nipples hung
over his mouth and he suckled them as if they were the last ones he
would ever have. He could feel himself getting closer so he rolled
her over never missing a stroke and pounded his body against her.
She took his large thick member deep inside her, loving every last
long thick stroke. Her juices surrounded him, her heat enveloped
him, and she begged for him to fill her with himself.

“
Sweet honey,” he whispered
as he erupted deep inside of her.

****

When his heartbeat returned to almost normal
and he had gathered his wits, physically he felt just tired,
emotionally he still felt unfulfilled. In order to satisfy that
need he knew he needed the foreplay and the sigh of pleasure he
would hear from the female after it was over.

Yet amazingly, all through his fantasy he had
focused on one face - that woman standing on the corner. Usually he
wouldn’t concentrate on the face. Hell in some of these fantasy
episodes, he did twenty different women. Why had he concentrated so
hard on keeping the face the same? He could have some unfulfilled
fantasy about really having sex with a strange respectable
woman.

It didn’t matter, Jacoby told himself as he
shrugged it off, using the washcloth to clean himself. It didn’t
matter at all. Even if she was here, he would be done with her then
ask her to leave. He couldn’t imagine sleeping with just anyone. He
didn’t trust any woman enough to actually go to sleep with them
beside him. They either wanted to rob him through the night or
think he wanted to marry them in the morning.

Women always wanted something for a piece of
their pearls. Whether it was money or a wedding ring, no one just
gave it away anymore. He didn’t want a free ride, but why couldn’t
it be his decision on what to give them instead of them making the
decisions?

He slept soundly. Tomorrow Jacoby would visit
with Lawrence in his Detroit office. Lawrence was vice president of
a small firm with two offices in Lansing and Detroit. Lawrence took
care of the computer side of operations of the business selling
software and hardware, while his cousin took care of the other part
like the customers and employees. Lawrence wasn’t a very personable
person. Matter of fact, the only person who could put up with him
was Jacoby. Everyone else called him an anal jerk. Lawrence was
also going to meet a client in Detroit about restoring a computer’s
software they had installed a while ago, but the server had been
struck and now the software wasn’t acting correctly.

Desmond had offered to accompany them, not to
meet with the clients, but to find Sheryl a nice gift. While
Lawrence and Jacoby were meeting with the client, Desmond would be
out shopping.

Chapter 3

The twins weren’t asleep when she came in the
house. They were quietly playing in their rooms, except when they
realized she was in the house, and then demanded she picked them
up. Too tired, she knelt down to them and hugged them both.

Patricia came out the kitchen with two food
bottles. “I was just getting ready to lay them down for the
night.”

“
I appreciate this Mother.”
She hugged her mother. “You are a lifesaver.”

“
Go get ready for tomorrow,
dear. I’ll finish getting them ready for bed, then you can go tuck
them in,” her mother ordered.

Phoebe kissed her mother’s cheek and took her
orders. Going upstairs to her room, she undressed immediately
hating the dreaded tights she had to wear everyday to work. They
felt awful against her skin, but catching the bus in the winter
chill with plain stocking on was horrible to her legs and she hated
her skin getting too dry from the cold weather in Detroit.

Looking at the mirror, she first studied her
face.

Her mother always thought Phoebe was
beautiful with her oval face; deep almond skin with wide expressive
dark burnt orange eyes, full moist lips and a pert nose sloped
downward. Phoebe always thought her one hundred forty five pound
body was too much, but to Patricia it was just the right size. She
wasn’t too skinny or too fat.

Turning around to study her backside, she
noticed all her stretch marks were almost gone. Phoebe had gotten
them in her fifth month of pregnancy and drowned her skin in
vitamin E since them. More came, but not so harsh. She still had a
slight discoloration and silvery lines underneath the small bulge
of her stomach. When she stood straight the bulge almost
disappeared.

Forget it, she told herself. Her last ten
pounds were the hardest to get rid of and if she did lose them, he
wouldn’t come back – they never came back. They had gotten what
they wanted from her and that was it.

That didn’t stop her from getting on the
floor and doing her fifty sit-ups with her thoughts still on men
leaving her.

When she was done with her exercise, she
pulled her permed, black, earlobe length hair in a tight ponytail,
and then wrapped it for the next day. Washing up quickly, she put
on her favorite red pajamas.

Standing five feet four and a half, she
figured herself to be good to the eye of any man, but it wasn’t
what was on the outside that bothered her much - if she didn’t
think too hard about the extra ten pounds. Phoebe possessed
voluptuous breasts (more than a regular handful) and backside.
Before pregnancy she had been a nice 34C cup. Now she was a 38D and
one size up than her usual ten since high school. Twelve wasn’t so
bad, she guessed just on the brink of being a plus size. Even
though no man was around to encourage her or compliment her, she
refused to let her body go to waste. With the DeproVera shot, which
she highly enjoyed not because she was sexually active - which
hadn’t happened in two years - but because it kept her period away,
she still had gained weight all over.

It was inside that made her upset. As much as
she promised herself she wouldn’t allow a man to use her again, she
was scared she wouldn’t listen to what she wanted and do the same
thing over again. Phoebe knew she needed to become stronger and
really make a stand when it concerned her mental happiness.

Yes, she would be open to dating, but she
wouldn’t let a man come into her life ever again, use her like a
piece of tissue and then throw her away. She needed to really
resolve herself to using the men just as they were using her.

Closing her eyes, she did her affirmations to
herself out loud. “I am a good woman and any good man would find me
a pleasure and joy to be around. I will never let a man take
anything from me without getting something in return before giving
it away ever again. I will not let my past or any man take away my
joy. Happiness in my life is my number one priority.” She said a
little pray, asking for a good man would come into her life and for
inner strength. Lastly, she prayed for a financial solution to all
her debt problems.

When Stephen and Stephanie were sound asleep,
she joined her mother, who had fixed a plate for her at the dining
room table. The home was just like when she was a little girl. Her
mother hadn’t changed a thing, and the furnishings in the home were
kept in good condition through the years. Phoebe had learned from
her mother how to keep a good house and how to raise good children.
The twins were highly intelligent and very obedient. She was
blessed with good children and thanked the Lord every day for
giving her the patience of being a good mother so that her children
would be well taken care of.

At the other end of the table, her mother had
the bill book open as always trying to keep everything all paid up,
even Phoebe’s own debts were listed in there. Her father, before
his death, had made sure Phoebe’s college expenses were paid up and
the mortgage on the house her mother lived in was paid off, but not
the funeral expenses and other bills like the family’s credit cards
and the car note.

Phoebe had not known about this stuff until
after Daniel had taken off with the money. Guilt surrounded her at
not being able to help her mother out, which was why she tried her
best to help her mother out by paying the bills with her own check
after she paid daycare and paid a little off on her own debt.
Usually she just gave the entire check over to her mother, trusting
Patricia to make all the decisions about the household
finances.

Hopefully in the near future, Phoebe’s
diligent prayer would be answered soon. Somehow.

“
If I sold the apartment
building, I could have enough to pay the taxes,” Patricia surmised
with a mentally tired sigh.

“
Mom, you need that to pay
for the other ones and your other expenses. You can’t and you won’t
do that,” Phoebe protested. “You know that apartment building meant
a lot to Daddy.”

“
Well, five thousand
dollars isn’t going to drop in our lap.”

Phoebe sat back in her chair. “Just give it a
little more time, okay?”

“
We’ve only got four months
with the taxes, honey, before they take everything away. I really
don’t want to file for bankruptcy.”

“
I’ll figure something out.
Just another month, okay, I’ll ask Madeline for a raise or an
advance on my check. Maybe I’ll look into more child support from
Daniel. I’ll figure out something, Mom, before you get rid of what
is important to you.”

“
This isn’t your business,
Phoebe. I should not allow you to sacrifice your life to help me
out when you have so much of your own going on.”

“
I don’t mind. Helping you
out is beneficial for both of us. You’re helping me with the kids,
Mom. It’s the least I can do.

Patricia put the subject to rest. In truth,
her mother did need her help very much and it was a joy for her
mother to have the grandchildren around. Tomorrow morning, Phoebe
would be driving with Madeline up to Lansing, and then taking the
Greyhound back to Detroit.

Phoebe had her own car, but she insisted her
mother use it because Patricia picked up the children more. Plus,
she didn’t mind catching the bus. It saved her a lot of money than
paying for parking downtown, which was very expensive.

Her mother always told Phoebe to get out more
socially. Patricia would encourage her daughter to find more
friends, but Phoebe always avoided this with different excuses.
Patricia then started suggesting church social functions or to get
in touch with old friends. Phoebe constantly just put it off,
devoting all her time to her children, her job, and the home
without the least bit of anger or frustration.

Phoebe loved unconditionally, which made her
a good target for men who wanted to use her, but with time and her
repeated prayers for strength, she knew that she would forgive and
forget and maybe try again. One day.

Chapter 4

Lawrence picked Jacoby up bright and early.
After breakfast, he took Jacoby to the clientele office also in
Downtown Detroit. A young man named, Mr. Bowen greeted them at the
door explaining, “The office manager isn’t in today, but she’s left
detailed instructions and I will be able to assist you on any
questions you might have.”

Mr. Bowen showed them to the room where the
server was so Lawrence could get to work. While in there, the young
man called his boss, who had taken a trip to Lansing, but wanted to
speak with Lawrence as soon as he arrived.

Lawrence had explained to Jacoby, “I was told
the office manager hired here recently is a highly intelligent
young lady - Every just rave about her constantly. The office
manager single-handedly saved the company’s largest account.”

“
You sound as if you were
eager to see her today,” Jacoby said with a nudge.

“
I was pretty impressed
with how she was described,” Lawrence admitted. “I’ll have Mr.
Bowen show you around after I get done with this phone
call.”