Sins of a Siren (13 page)

His pleasure was so intense, he could no longer utter a decipherable phrase. He pounded her ass while pulling her hard nipples. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhmyyy Goddddd! MYAAAAAAA!”

She enjoyed the feel of his heavy balls hitting her swollen pussy. “Yesssssss…let your bitch…know…how you…like this ass…”

She felt him tremble and grip her hips tighter. His dick felt like a steel fist as he fucked her faster. He moaned as the first drop of pre-cum leaked into her ass. “Oooooooooooooooo fuck! Gonnnnaaaa cummmmmm!”

Trenda bit down, and screamed into the pillow as his hot juice pumped into her. She climaxed as he held her tight and convulsed. He then collapsed on top of her, catching his breath. Moments later, she felt his rod fall out of her. She gently rolled him off of her. “Damn, baby! It felt like you nutted in me for five minutes!”

He wiped sweat off his forehead and tried to catch his breath. “That was some of the best ass I've
ever
had!”

“Thank you, baby.” She stood and felt his warm sperm leaking out of her. “I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, but you really wore me out. I need to take a bath and go to sleep.”

He wiped his face, then checked his watch. “It's barely eleven o'clock.” He reached for her hand. “How 'bout we shower together, take a nap and have round two?”

She eased her hand out of his and stroked his cheek. “I'm sorry, honey. I know that once my head hits the pillow, I'm done for the night. Can I get a rain check?”

His half-flaccid, sticky-dick moved as he looked at her full lips and firm, perky tits. He took a deep breath through his nose and exhaled. “I guess a rain check is better than a solid, ‘No.'”

She pressed her hands to his chest as he tried to get out of the bed. “Hold on…let me clean you up.”

He placed his hands on her curvy hips. “Damn, Mya…your body is…mmmmmmm…”

She looked in his lap and saw his dick growing.
Oh, no, my brotha; we are done for the night.
She smiled and backed out of his grip. “I'll be right back.” She walked into the adjoining spacious, gold and white bathroom. She removed one of the neatly folded white washcloths off the gold rack next to the shower stall. She looked into the green eyes in the mirror as she lathered up the washcloth and smirked.
Let's see, I'll fuck him again in a few days but make him wait for some of this monster head. Gonna have to get Mr. Dimples sprung real good since he don't mind openin' his wallet.
Pleased with her plan, she went to wash him off and send him home.

T
he following morning, Trenda went out to breakfast.
Damn, that dude must really love this cafe
, Trenda thought as a middle-aged, gray-haired man took dozens of shots of Momma's Café.
And that's the biggest lens I have ever seen.
She turned away from the photographer, entered the eatery and read the want ads over breakfast. She folded the classified section, placed it on the table and exhaled.
Sometimes I wish I would have gone to college…
images of the beatings she took from her parents soured her mood. Although she was an A student in junior high school, it still wasn't enough to please them. Her parents believed everything the media told them. She was routinely accused of things she didn't do. Most of the time it was just because her parents thought all kids were into sex and drugs. Her room was searched without warning on a regular basis. They just knew they were going to find drugs or condoms. Sometimes they would stage their raids while she had company, embarrassing her to no end.

By the time she got to high school, she started making their prophecies come true. Her motto became, “I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't.” After the many commando raids by her parents, she became skilled in the art of sneaking and stashing. The only reason she experimented with drugs was to get back at them. She would bring her weed home and hide it in the hollowed-out middle of her Bible. She would grin as he parents searched everywhere in her room except for the Bible laying in plain sight on her nightstand.

Sneaking boys
and
girls in and out of her room became a game
to her. She became so brazen she would have sex while her parents held Bible study in the living room down the hall from her bedroom. She had her first girl-on-girl sexual experience as a sophomore. One afternoon after field hockey practice, she and her friend Tracy were the last to shower. Tracy couldn't keep her brown eyes off Trenda as the soap suds covered her sexy, mocha-brown body. Trenda knew of the rumors of her being a lesbian, but she paid it no mind. Tracy, six inches taller than Trenda and a few pounds heavier, moved closer and closer. By the time Trenda noticed, Tracy was inches from her with stone-hard nipples. Trenda read the freaky desire in her eyes. Seconds later, her inner nympho took over. She bent over and sucked Tracy's waiting tits. Tracy moaned and fingered Trenda's hot pussy. Trenda returned the favor and they fingered each other until they climaxed. They enjoyed each other for another three months until Tracy moved away to Utah.

Trenda felt a tickle in her twat as the memory faded. She took a sip of tea and her phone rang. She looked at the unknown number, hesitated, then answered. “Hello?”

“Hey, girl! Wassup? This is Lollie.”

Trenda relaxed at the sound of a friendly voice. “I'm eatin' breakfast. What you up to?”

“Gettin' ready to run around for a while. Did you find a place to stay yet?”

“Kinda…I'm stayin' at the Hotel Oakland for a minute.”

“Damn! You're goin' straight first class, I see.”

Trenda smiled. “I have a new friend to thank for that.”

“Oh really? Sounds like you found a Suga Daddy.”

“I don't know yet, but so far so good. I still need to find me a job though. You know you can't count on a pussy-whooped man forever.”

Lollie laughed. “You got that shit right! That reminds me; I might have a job for you if you're interested.”

Trenda set her fork down. “Hell yeah! What you got?”

“Remember I told you about Pam, the girl I normally work with who is out on maternity leave? Well, after I bitched to management about how overworked I am, they asked if I know of someone that could cover for Pam. It's only until she comes back in about six months, but at least you'll have something until you find a better gig.”

Trenda barely let her finish telling her about the job before she said, “Hell yeah I'll take it! When can I start?”

“Cool! I'll give you the manager's number and you give him a call. He will hook you up. It only pays ten bucks an hour to start, but the job is easy as hell. The only fucked-up part is your days off are scattered. I have Wednesdays and Saturdays off. The good thing is they are cool about you taking other days off—without pay—if there is somebody to fill in for you.”

“Girl, I owe you big time! Thanks a lot.”

“Don't sweat it. The manager's name is Jeff Wright. His number is 510-555-6776. He's expecting your call. It'll be good to have somebody to talk to at work besides Jason's horny ass.”

Trenda laughed as she took a pen out of her purse and wrote down the number on a napkin. “I told you if you give him a taste, he'll pay your rent.”

“Bullshit! I'll use a carrot before I'd fuck that weird bastard. Hey, you still gonna come to Ladies Night at Fat's with me tonight?”

Trenda recalled her offer. “Oh, yeah. Can you still come pick me up?”

“Yeah, I can do that. I'll swoop you up around nine. The dress code is casual so you ain't gotta get all fine.”

“Girl, you a nut! Give me a call when you are on your way and
I'll meet you at the curb in front of the hotel. Thanks again for the job info.”

“Like I said, don't trip. We gonna kick it, I promise. Peace.”

“One love.” Trenda hung up with a grin as the mid-morning sun warmed her face through the restaurant window. For the first time in years, she felt like things could finally be going right in her world. She had a new friend she felt she could trust and the beginnings of a new lifestyle. She thought about the troubles she'd left behind in Baltimore. “Fuck you, Darius; fuck you, Piper. Y'all ain't ever gonna see me again.”

T
hat same afternoon, thirty minutes before the start of his graveyard shift, Darius entered the police officers' locker room. “What the fuck is this?” he asked himself as he removed the envelope taped to his locker. He opened the envelope and read the note inside.

Officer Kain, report to Captain Kelly's office at the start of your shift.

He looked around at the other officers filing into the locker room before folding up the note and putting it in his pocket.
I wonder what the hell is going on?
He looked across the aisle at Tyrone's locker. It had no note, but there was no sign of Tyrone. Usually both he and Tyrone arrived a half hour early. He removed the cell phone from his hip and called Tyrone. Once it rolled to Tyrone's voicemail, he hung up. He closed up the phone and put it back in its belt holster.
I don't like this.
He headed out the locker room and to the elevators.

While waiting for the elevator, Terrence from Internal Affairs rounded the corner. Darius did a double-take. “Yo, Terrence, what's goin' on?”

Terrence stopped then looked around. “Man, the shit has hit the fan. Do you know the girl Piper Langford that Trenda cold cocked? Her father had the mayor to call Captain Kelly personally and demand he find out who assaulted Langford's daughter.”

“I wonder if that has anything to do with the note I found on my locker telling me Captain Kelly wants to see me.”

Terrence looked around nervously. “I'm willing to bet it does.
Your partner is already in Kelly's office with one of our agents.”

“Please tell me it ain't that cold-hearted Ms. King-Bey.”

Terrence nodded. “That's the one. I suggest you say as little as possible…you might wanna get yourself an attorney since they saw you on video. I think they are going to put you two on administrative leave.”

The elevator arrived. “Good lookin' out.”

“Watch your ass, Darius…watch your ass.”

He stepped inside and watched Terrence walk away as the doors closed. On the way up, he wondered what his grandfather, Floyd Kain, would think if he saw the grandson he raised having his dick sucked on tape by a known felon. While on duty no less. He recalled how he was raised in New York as a child. After his heroin-addicted mother overdosed and left him with his father, a big-time pimp, he grew up watching how his father handled women.

At the age of ten, a dope addict murdered his father in a robbery attempt. Darius watched the entire event take place from the backseat of his father's Jaguar. The junkie shot Darius's father in the head as he tried to get out of the car. His father's favorite prostitute, Suga, jumped out and ran, leaving Darius. The junkie then pointed the gun at Darius and pulled the trigger. Fortunately, the cheap pistol jammed. The junkie took Darius's father's watch and wallet before running off. From that point on, his grandfather, a former Baltimore police chief, moved him to Baltimore and raised him.

Many of his grandfather's friends in law enforcement still helped Darius out as a tribute to the love they had for Floyd. Darius went on to join the police academy as soon as he was able. His hatred of lowlifes did little to keep him from morphing into one himself.

Before getting to the eighth floor of Captain Kelly's office, he had an epiphany. He grinned and pressed the button for the fifth floor. He exited and headed for the Human Resources office. Before entering, he called his brother in Hackensack, New Jersey.
Damn, I hope his spot is available!
“Wassup, Pete?”

“Not much, bro. What up?”

“Hey, is anybody renting out your vacation cabin in Avalon?”

“When?”

“Right now.”

“No, it won't be booked for a few weeks, around May first. Why? You know somebody that wants to rent it?”

Perfect
, Darius thought as he brainstormed. “Yeah…I wanna use it for a week or two.”

“Cool, but I'm gonna have to charge you a lil' somethin'; this economy is cuttin' into my profits.”

“No worries…but I need you to keep this on the down-low—I don't want Beverly to find out.”

“Ahhhh, I see! You're trying to sneak some pussy…boy, don't have Beverly come up there and tear my shit up!”

“I got this; don't trip. I'll meet up with you later, get the keys, and give you your pay. Peace.”

Satisfied his alibi was in motion, he entered the office and smiled at the middle-aged Human Resources supervisor. “Hey, Cathy, how have you been?”

She returned his smile. “I have been great, Darius. How can I help you?”

“How much vacation time do I have on the books?”

She typed his info into her computer. “It appears you have two weeks available.”

“I wanna take both weeks, starting today.”

She adjusted her cat-glasses. “You sure you want to use it all?”

He knew that if he took vacation, he would be under none of the restrictions he would be if he were placed on administrative leave. “Yup, both weeks.”

She punched in the necessary information and printed him out a vacation verification slip. “Here you go. Are you going anyplace in particular?”

He folded up the sheet and put in his pocket. “Yes, gonna go to Jersey and stay in my brother's beachfront rental. Spend the next couple of weeks enjoying the sound of the waves.”

“Have fun, Darius.”

He smiled. “I'm gonna do my best.” He left and went back to the elevators. At the eighth floor, he stepped off and walked down the corridor leading to Captain Kelly's office. He straightened his Pierre Cardin shirt, then knocked on the door. Captain Kelly's baritone voice sounded. “Come in.”