Sins of a Siren (17 page)

His confidence made her grin. “Well, Mr. Secrease, I have to tell you something; I have company.”

He paused. “Company?”

Trenda forced her legs to swing over the edge of the bed. “Yes, company. You're welcome to come on up, though.”

“Hmmm, are you sure?”

Trenda stood and stretched. “I wouldn't say so if it wasn't cool.”

“Okay, if you say so. I'll be up there in a few minutes.”

Trenda hung up and tossed the phone on the bed next to Lollie.
Damn, that Patron is some good shit! I ain't even got a hangover.
She walked over to the closet and grabbed one of the complimentary robes. She went to the bathroom, relieved herself, washed her face and brushed her teeth. She looked at her red eyes in the mirror.
I'll take a shower after Walter gets up here.
She reentered the bedroom and saw Lollie buried under the covers, snoring. A second later, she heard a knock at the door. She left the bedroom and closed the door. “Just a minute, I'm comin'.”

The pleasant aroma of Walter's cologne greeted her at the door. His ever-present grin was gone. “Are you
sure
I'm not intruding?”

She tightened the belt on her robe, gave him a puzzled look and stepped aside so he could enter. “Why are you trippin'?”

He stepped inside and scanned the room. “Because.” He walked over to the kitchenette, bent over and picked up a piece of her shattered shot glass. “It seems like you have been busy with your
company
.”

She blushed as she vaguely recalled some of the previous night's details. “Oh that…I guess we got a lil' bit out of control.”

He walked over to the coffee table, put the top on the half-empty bottle of tequila and picked up the shot glass next to it. “Is this
his
glass or yours?”

She read the jealousy in his face, smiled and shook her head. “That belongs to—”

They both turned to the sound of the bedroom door opening. A naked Lollie stepped out. “Hey, Mya—”

“Oh shit!” Walter quickly covered his eyes and turned around.

Lollie jumped back behind the door. “I'm so sorry! I didn't know you had company, girl!”

Trenda smirked at Walter. “Is that the ‘him' you were referring to?”

He kept his hand over his eyes. “Funny.”

She swatted him on the ass. “I'll be right back.” She went into the bedroom and watched Lollie pick her robe off of the chair next to the bed. “My bad. I thought you were still knocked out.”

“I was until I got up to use the bathroom. I damn near panicked; I forgot where I was.” She moved her hair out her face and grinned. “Who is that cutie pie I just gave a free peepshow to?”

Trenda laughed. “That's Walter. He wants to go to breakfast.”

“You guys have fun. I have to get outta here. I forgot I have a doctor's appointment at ten.”

“Yeah, I have to go sign some papers at the hotel at eleven.”

Lollie smiled. “Oh yeah! I almost forgot you on the team now. Most likely they are gonna have me train you.”

“Yup, that's what Jeff said.” She ran her hand through her short hair. “I gotta get back in there with Walter.”

Lollie stretched and yawned. “I was gonna ask if it's okay if I take a quick shower.”

“Yeah, that's cool. I checked your skirt this morning; the stain didn't set.”

Lollie smiled, untied her robe and let it hit the floor. “Cool! I'll be done in a few minutes and leave you two alone.”

Trenda licked Lollie's trimmed pussy with her eyes. “You ain't gotta rush. There's another bathroom down the hall.”

“Okay, see you in a few.” Lollie walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

Trenda opened the bedroom door and found Walter sweeping the broken glass into a copper dustpan. “What you doin', man? They have maids to do that.”

He poured the shards into the stainless steel garbage can. “I can't stand a mess.”

She gazed at the outline of his manhood in his khaki pants. That, along with the image of a naked Lollie, moistened her. She walked over, took the broom from him and tossed it onto the floor. He shook his head. “What are you doing?”

She walked up and rubbed against him. “I'm hungry.”

He looked at his watch. “Well, if you hurry and get dressed—”

She shook her head and rubbed his crotch. “I want this for breakfast.”

His eyes widened. “What are you
doing
? Did you forget about your company?”

Trenda ignored him, unzipped his pants and got on her knees. “She can get her own breakfast.” Trenda reached inside his pants and pulled out his throbbing piece. After a couple of quick strokes, she sucked the brown head into her mouth. The feel of the swollen veins on her tongue made her pussy tremble. She gave him long, slow sucks as she stroked the shaft.

He closed his eyes and forgot all about Lollie in the other room. “Mmmmmmmmmmm, Myaaaa…fuck…” She relaxed her throat muscles and let him fuck her in the mouth. Her lack of a gag reflex allowed her to take his dick until she felt his pubic hairs against her face. She heard him whimper while she held his rod in her throat. She eased it out of her mouth, spit on it, then sucked him fast. He gripped the edge of the refrigerator. “Sssuckk it ouuttt!”

Trenda let her lips and tongue rub his sensitive, quivering dickhead. At the same time he grabbed the back of her head, she tasted a bit of pre-cum. She gripped the back of his thighs and forced his dick deeper into her throat as she herself came. She felt his legs shake as his hot, creamy love juice filled her mouth. She moaned and swallowed every drop. She kissed the tip of his dick, licked her lips and stood. “Mmmm, you had a lot for me.”

He panted and leaned against the refrigerator. “Damn! That was…
damn
!”

She grinned, tucked his log back in his pants and zipped him up.
Another satisfied customer.
She took his hand and led him to the sofa. “Wait here. I'll be dressed in a minute.”

He leaned back, closed his eyes and smiled. “No problem…no problem at all.”

They both turned around at the sound of the bedroom opening. Lollie stepped out wearing her skirt. She combed her hair with her fingers and gave them a shy smile. “Sorry for busting in on you guys.” She looked at Walter. “I don't always go around flashing strangers.”

He stood and offered her his hand. “My name is Walter. Now that we are no longer strangers, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

Trenda observed the way Walter and Lollie smiled and locked eyes. She also noticed how long he held her hand after shaking it. She folded her arms over her chest and grinned.
Looks like a love connection startin' up.
“Watch out, Lollie; looks like he's ready for another peek!”

Lollie blushed as Walter released her hand. “Did anybody ever tell you, you are crazy?” She picked her purse off of the coffee table. “I have to get going. I'll call you later.”

Walter's eyes lingered on Lollie. “It was nice to meet you, Lollie, even under the ‘special circumstances.'”

Once again, their eyes synchronized. She smiled. “Same here…”

Trenda walked her to the door. “I'll call you once the orientation is over.”

“Okay, do that. My shift starts at three. I'll be waitin'.” She looked over Trenda's shoulder. “Bye, you two!”

Trenda closed the door, turned and walked over to Walter. “What do you think of my friend?”

He tried to look uninterested. “She's cool.”

Trenda glanced at the lump next to his zipper. “I'm glad you think so. I'll be right back.” Trenda entered the bedroom, stripped and got in the shower. Her nipples perked up.
Walter and Lollie…

T
wo days later, Piper paused in the courtyard of the University of Maryland and answered her cell phone. “Hello?”

“Hello, Ms. Langford, this is Hank Martin. Are you free to talk?”

Piper took a seat next to the fountains in front of the Tawes Fine Arts Building. “Yes. What's going on?”

“I have a bit of good news for you. I think I found Ms. Fuqua.”

Piper set her purse down and a sinister grin covered her face. “You did? Where?”

“I found her staying at the Hotel Oakland. It appears she is staying in a room paid for by someone by the name of Walter Secrease. It's booked for two weeks. I'd like to email you a few photos I took of her to verify it's her. Do you have access to the internet right now?”

It sounds like she found a new dick to suck by the name of Walter.
Piper angrily unzipped her bag and pulled out her laptop. “Yes, I can use the wireless connection here at school.”

“Great! I'll send them right now.”

Piper chewed her thumbnail as she waited for the laptop to boot up. “Okay, I'm booted up. Give me a second.”

“Take your time.”

A mixture of pain, lust and rage blanketed her mind as she zoomed in on the five pictures of Trenda on her screen. One of the pictures showed Trenda in front of a restaurant, seemingly looking directly at the camera. Piper dug her fingernails into the palm of her clenched right hand. “Yes…that is definitely her.”

“I was surprised at how many people I spoke with recognized her picture; I think her unusually green eyes stuck with them.”

“I bet they did. I'm glad you found her.”

“Very good! I can transfer you over to Nancy to complete this investigation. Thank you for choosing Dickerson.”

“Wait! I want you to keep your eye on her until I get there.”

“Well, that will incur extra expenses.”

“I don't give a damn! You have the number of my credit card; I want you to keep your eye on her until I get there.”

“Okay, when will you be arriving?”

“I'm going to book a flight to Oakland as soon as I get home. I hope to be there in a day or so. Stay on clock, Hank.”

“I'll do that. If anything changes, I'll give you a call.”

“You do that.” She hung up, put away her laptop and hurried to her next class.

“Are you sure you can't stay these last two weeks and complete your finals, Piper?”

Piper shook her head as she handed him her last assignment. “No, I have an emergency situation to take care of.”

He scratched his stringy, gray hair. “That's a shame…you are so close to getting your degree.”

“I know. Maybe I'll return next year and finish.”

“But this program is
very
exclusive. The waiting list is already two years long.”

Piper thought about the past few days since her fight with Trenda. A mixture of fury, heartbreak and insanity fueled her bipolar condition. She pushed her thick glasses up the bridge of her nose. “Well, I guess this fucking degree will have to wait then, won't it, professor?”

He adjusted his wire-frame glasses and gave her a nervous, nicotine-stained, toothy smile. “I see…if it's because of your ‘incident'…”

She glared at him and took a step toward him. “That's none of your goddamned business!”

His eyes bulged. “I meant you no harm, Piper. I simply meant that—”

The image of Trenda sucking Darius's dick filled her head. She pointed at him. “I don't need your sympathy…I don't need a damn thing from you or anybody else!”

He recalled hearing about her violent history, took a few slow steps away from Piper and opened the door to his office. “I think it's time for you to leave, Ms. Langford.”

She took her time leaving. Stopping at the threshold, she looked back into his scared face. “I'll see you when I get back.” Outside, in the last grayish light of the cloudy late Friday afternoon, she removed her cell phone from her backpack and called Johns Hopkins Hospital. “Hi, Mom.”

“How are you, sweetheart?”

“I'm fine. I just wanted to let you know I'm going to be out of town for a few days…a few of my sorority sisters are going to celebrate spring break in San Francisco.”

Her mother put down the patient's chart she was reading. “I don't think it's a good idea for you to be going that far so soon. You're still healing, honey.”

Piper rubbed the small knot on the back of her head, under her layered haircut, as she crossed the student parking lot. “I'm fine, Mom.”

“You may feel fine, but I still think it's too soon. You have suffered a serious concussion. Your eyesight hasn't even returned to normal yet.”

Piper rolled her eyes.
Damn, Mom, I fucking know that
. “It's okay,
I'm getting used to my glasses. My headaches are even getting better.”

“Piper, you need to rest. Why don't you come stay with me and your father for a few days instead? We can go do some serious summer clothes shopping.”

Piper removed her keys and opened the door of her Range Rover. “No, I really want to get away for a while. Besides, you and Dad are way too busy these days.”