The Hard Way (Box Set) (15 page)

“Always the skinny ones,” the other officer intoned, and led Jessica out of the room to get a fresh jumpsuit and paper booties.

Detective Ace Crenshaw and Satina Screwum were waiting in a conference room, grinning and cheesing.

“We are going to set you free,” Ace gushed as Jessica sat in the chair the guards pointed to.

Before he could go any further with the self-praise, Satina thrust out a slim arm dressed in a bright red power suit.

“Satina Hellfritz Screwum, Esquire. We would have met yesterday had you not been forcibly removed from your premises.”

“Um, yeah.” Jessica’s eyes traveled up the woman’s arm, over broad shoulders, and into a stern face with a rather stubborn jaw. Jessica was sure that her long black hair covered a decent set of horns. The words legal shark fairly exploded from her.

“I told you I would set you free,” Ace interrupted as Jessica took Satina’s hand and gave it a shake.

“The daughter came in and confessed that she saw her mother poisoning the glass,” Satina went on. Thoughtful violin music began to play as she began to tell her tale. “Apparently, Carmen Carlieonie was ex-KGB.”

“KGB? Damn,” Jessica grumbled to herself. “What else is going to be tossed into this mix? Demons and vampires?”

“When the Iron Curtain fell, she was forgotten. Apparently the Kremlin placed her as a mole in that particular family. They wanted the Mafia drugs and guns, but they ran out of time.” Satina turned and began to pace, her low, sharp pumps making loud clicking sounds on the industrial gray tile floor. “But she committed a cardinal sin -- she fell in love with her assignment. As a result, she married and produced two children with the don. It was her insane jealousy that drove her to attempt to poison you. When Fabio Carlieonie ingested a dose of rare snake venom, Egyptian asp to be precise, her world fell apart. She blamed you and had you falsely imprisoned. If not for her daughter observing her mother tampering with the wine glasses, she would have had her operatives on the inside kill you and dispose of your body.”

“Damn,” Jessica breathed. “I guess Big Bertha didn’t just like me for my looks.”

“No, she wanted to fuck you for your looks,” Satina informed her in clipped, no-nonsense terms.

“I can relate,” Ace interjected, but was ignored.

“But she was going to kill you for the money.”

The music stopped, and Satina turned to face Jessica again. “You are one lucky woman.”

“Um, can I go now?”

“You have a few moments until the judge arrives.” Ace grinned. “You can go and finish your shower now.”

“Alone?” Hell, she didn’t need Bertha now. Jessica was no one’s bitch, and she wasn’t about to start now!

“Completely alone,” Ace assured her.

“And I will take you back to your offices,” Satina added, her black eyes sparkling. “Then you can sign off on your paperwork and get some rest. Crashing planes, facing the Mafia, and prison time all in two days has got to be trying for you.”

Jessica nodded. She would have agreed to anything at this point. She wanted food, she wanted a shower, and she wanted to finally do some of the things that soap opera heroines did; facials, massages, shopping, and the dark mysterious handsome hunk.

* * *

The female officers led her to a staff shower where she was allowed to have privacy as she washed away the stench of prison life. It never appeared that bad in the movies! She turned her thoughts to nicer things, and was thinking about the Rock, Jr., when she felt a pair of hands begin to massage her shoulders.

“Bertha,” she growled, spinning around, arms posed for combat, broomstick or no. “I don’t have time for this shit!”

“But I thought that you would always make time for me,” a dark, velvet and incredibly masculine voice purred.

“Rock Jr.!” Jessica crowed, before she threw herself into the man’s arms and was caught up against his gloriously naked upper body.

“Actually, my name is Darious,” he corrected. “And we don’t have much time.”

“So let’s get started, Darious.” Grinning, Jess leapt into the air and wrapped both legs around his tiny waist.

“Have to tell you that there is danger at your corporate offices,” he said, but Jessica noted that some serious meat was beginning to rise up and buck against her. The thin, wet linen pants he wore did nothing to mask the feel of well-endowed man in heat!

“You can tell me about it all you want later. Time to finish what you started. That fine ass is mine!”

Darious gasped at her forward manner, untangling from her and backing up until his back hit the tiled wall. Unfortunately, he forgot her grip on his pants. They ripped with a wet tearing sound, leaving her holding a lump of wet material that she stared at for a moment, then flung off into a corner.

Showerheads sprayed their hot steamy water, making his body glisten and shine.

“Oh baby,” she purred, her eyes on his rapidly growing cock. Hell, the thing wasn’t even fully erect and it looked like about nine inches of thick prime meat.

She licked her lips, eyes gleaming as she stared at the helpless man.

“Can’t we talk about this?” he said, sounding a bit worried.

“We talk --” she laughed before she lunged, “afterwards!”

Then she threw her body against his, grinning at the feel of his slippery wet skin. Her hair tangled in the long ebony locks that brushed his shoulders, and her breasts pressed into his wide spread of chest. One of her legs lifted and she ran her knee along the side of his upper thigh.

This man was all man, and exactly what she needed to wash the remaining feel of Bertha from her body. Besides, his mouth had already been between her legs before he ran out on her. He owed her! And since this was a soap opera, no condom needed and no fear of STDs. Things like that didn’t happen in daytime soaps.

Her fingers danced over his bare chest, down past the small indentation of his navel, and through the thick pubic hair that covered the base of his still growing cock.

“Ohh! Still growing!” Her fingers trailed over the thick veins that lined his meat. He shuddered at the contact, but froze as she fisted him tightly. “This is going to hurt so good!”

She gave an experimental tug and Darious almost dropped to his knees, the pleasure was so great. “What are you doing to me?”

“Not teasing, like you did to me!”

“I will not tease,” he promised, his voice deep and husky. “It is my job to take care of you.”

“Then take care of this.” She released him to cup her own breasts, lifting them into the stinging beads of water that sprayed down upon them both. She moaned as she caressed her own flesh, tugging at her nipples before letting her hands trail over her body.

“Take care of this.” Her hands dropped low and she spread her thighs, her fingers tickling through her own thin pubic bush to caress lower lips that were soaking with more than water.

She gasped, her knees shaking as one finger stroked her own clit before she pulled those dewy lips apart, exposing herself for his edification. “Care for this.”

In an instant, he was on his knees, his tongue lashing out to caress her swollen clit.

“Oh!” she whimpered, her hands dropping away from her body to tangle in his hair, to urge him closer. “Just… just like that!”

“Mmm.”

He buried his face in her pussy, shaking his head from side to side, covering himself in her slippery essence. His hands gripped her ass, one sliding down the crack to gently finger her anus as he munched away.

“Eat me,” she moaned. One hand left his hair to tug at her swollen nipples.

The world tilted on its axis as she found herself falling. But his hands moved to catch her and lay her out on the shower floor. Once there, he spread her legs as wide as he could, then sent his tongue thrusting into her opening.

Her thighs clapped around his ears and she screamed her pleasure. That wicked little finger returned to tease at her rosebud as he pressed his nose against her clit. She bucked and squirmed beneath his assault.

“Fuck me!” she wailed, and he nodded against her, but kept right on with the tongue work. He laved her lips, sipping down her juices, and hummed in pleasure.

“Now!” she cried, her hands again burrowing into his hair and tugging.

“Um hum.”

“Darious!” She tightened her hold and yanked, jerking his face up from between her thighs. “Fuck me!”

But then he discovered the tempting peaks of her breasts and one nipple was promptly sucked in deep.

“I appreciate the… the enthusiasm… but I need… dick!”

“Hum.”

Taking matters into her own hands, she reached down and gripped his cock, stroking it rapidly until clear beads of pre-cum dripped from the mushroom shaped head.

“Oh!” he gasped, pulling away to rise up and stare down at her.

“Fuck me now!” she growled, giving his cock one last tug before wrapping both legs around his waist.

With an awed expression on his face, he pulled back far enough to stare down the length of her body. All wet and shiny, she was a glossy treat for his eyes. He eyed her swollen pussy, noting the rich pink of the lips and how erect her tiny, milky clitoris was. His eyes glazed over.

Almost on autopilot, he reached for his own cock and gave it a gentle stroke, spreading the droplets of his pre-cum over the head with his thumb. Then he braced one hand over her shoulder and lowered his body so he could line up his cock just right.

“Darious!”

He pushed and squeezed his eyes shut. He felt his hardness part her soft lips, felt himself slip into her and had to breathe deeply to keep from exploding right then and there.

“Mmm,” Jessica moaned, her eyelids fluttering as she tried to force them to remain open to view the spectacle of this beautiful man taking her for the first time. “So big!”

He was stretching her. It stung a little, a testament to how long it had been since she last got laid, but it was a good sting. All too soon, that sting was replaced by the burn of desire as he forged deeper into her body. Inch by inch, his thick shaft parted her walls until their bodies were merged completely.

With the shower water beating against his back and his nuts resting on her ass, Darious felt as if he had died and gone to heaven.

“You’re perfect,” he purred. He pulled back and thrust deeply inside.

“Oh yeah!” Jess gasped, her hands flying up to rest on his hips, her nails digging into his skin to urge him further. “Just like that, baby. Just like that.”

They took up a slow, steady rhythm, the water beating against them, their moans echoing.

Then the music, the slow, jazzy, sexy music began to play. Darious started to move in time, accompanying the beat with an artistic grind of his hips and soulful growls.

“God, you fill me!” Jessica gasped, tightening her legs around his waist and thrusting back, trying to meet each movement with one of her own.

Soon, they began to move faster and faster until explosion was inevitable.

He went off first, his face contorted in ecstasy as his balls tightened and sent spurts of his hot cream deep within her. The sight and feel of his orgasm triggered hers, forced screams from her throat as her inner walls began to spasm and send white-hot fire coursing through her veins.

They thrust and whimpered against each other, moving instinctively as they slowly came down from that orgasmic high. The afterglow took them both, and Darious collapsed beside her, refusing to crush her beneath his quivering bulk.

Now they could talk, she decided. Just as soon as she got her breath back.

Darious must have been in full agreement, because all he did was pull her into his arms and shelter her body with his, preventing the water from hitting her in the face.

But instead of words, he smiled, his mouth dropping to place a gentle kiss upon her lips. Words could wait -- now was a time for feeling. And they both intended to use their time wisely.

* * *

“What were you trying to tell me?”

Jessica was now happy and sated… for the moment. Darious gave such good loving that she knew she would be asking for seconds later. But for now, she was content to lean against the shower stall and let the warm water stream over her as Darious lazily washed her body.

“Mmm, danger.” He leaned over and began to sip at the water beading up on her shoulders. “Something about some danger and your father -- ancient evil.”

“Which one?” She turned her head and glanced over her shoulder at the long hair that lay plastered to his body, framing its dark perfection.

“Huh?”

“The Egyptian one or the priest?”

“Uh…”

But before he could delve deeper, his head jerked up and he abruptly pulled away from her. “I have to go. I will be there, Jessica, when you need me. Remember…”

“You love me?” she asked, rolling her eyes.

“Yes!”

Well, she thought. At least she had gotten laid first. Then, quick as a blink, Darious was gone, and she was alone in the shower.

She shut off the water as she finally heard the guards returning for her.

Ancient evil? Must be all these damn plot twists in this soap opera. Suddenly, it was not as fun as it had been, not that it had been a cakewalk up to this point. But she suddenly found herself… lonely.

* * *

The ride back to the corporate offices was uneventful, which was a good thing. At this point, Jessica was ready for the aliens to drop out of space and demand to be taken to Earth’s leader, which would be either her or Darious, or related to her in some way.

Soap operas were tiring.

And she was really getting sick of this damn robe. After all the Prefect City law enforcement officers had done to her, they still wouldn’t let her keep the ugly orange jumpsuit. So she was back in the robe and heels.

Her day was not improving.

The first person to meet her at the building’s doors was… Jennifer? The smile was the same, but she looked to be about nine months pregnant and her hair was a muted shade of brown.

“Jessica! Jessica!”

Yup. No one but Jennifer could squeal her adopted name with such… enthusiasm.