Dr. Feelgood (17 page)

We all ended up in my bedroom, naked, with Tucker on his back and his dick in my mouth while she watched.

I put one hand on her leg as she sat on the bed. Tucker grabbed a condom from his wallet.

She sliced her eyes at him. “Oh, no, I’m not getting with you like that. I don’t think so. I want to be alone with Georgia.” She wasn’t too buzzed to know that much.

“Okay,” he said as I rose up from him. He lay back without opening the condom packet, still excited, and watched me lean her back, as I kicked off my flip-flops and climbed on top of her.

Before she could take her pants off, stubborn Tucker pulled me back on top to finish him, and as I did, she approached his nipples and started sucking and flicking them while he watched us both, rolling his eyes back in his head within no time. He released his pulsation just as I backed away, happy to leave him to himself.

I finally approached her as she was on her knees. As soon as I slid her aqua G-string over to the side, Tucker started to approach her exposed rear end, burying his face deep into her backside. She poked herself out even farther, while I adjusted myself under her, lying to the side. She immediately found my mouth with hers, kissing me with her eyes wide open, watching my every expression. Her tongue was wide and strong. She sucked my tongue like she was trying to get something out of it. Her big, doe-like eyes were sexy, and kind of a brownish green. Her skin was vanilla and her short hair was curly, which smelled like citrus. She moaned while Tucker did his thing. Yeah, she liked the guys, too.

She jerked a couple of times like she was gearing
up, and then asked, “Will you rub yourself against me?”

He backed away, hard once again, as Whitney and I banged coochies for about fifteen minutes. She grabbed my tits and played with my nipples while rubbing her V-shaven pubic area all up against me and eyeballing every inch of me. She was getting off fast as she banged me harder and harder, pressing against my flesh, tossing her head back and sucking her thumb.

She focused on my face and gave me this sensual stare. “You’re so pretty,” she said as her jaw tightened. Her hips collapsed and she squeezed every ounce of her excitement out of her, sliding her fingers deep into her own slippery walls.

Tucker, the little fucker, stood over us with his mouth wide open, getting a grip on himself.

All I could do was look at Whitney’s hot ass.

She looked over at me while she came down from her panting moment. “Next time, I still want you to Cook4Me. Alone.”

“You know it.”

“I’ve gotta get home,” she told us as she arose from the bed, searching for her lace bra.

“Me, too,” said Tucker while he zipped up. Boyfriend had to get home to his little family. He also slipped me five one-hundred-dollar bills. “I have another one set for this weekend,” he said close to my ear.

“Just let me know,” I told him while my nipples were still hard from watching her sashay away as they both walked out.

Before hitting the refrigerator for some ice water, I checked my voice mail.

First off, I know we’ve shared your girlfriend, Stardust. She told me she knew you, even though you will deny it as usual, and besides, knowing what a freak you are, it wasn’t hard to put two and two together. Secondly, I saw your hoeish ass today at the club, Georgia. You are scandalous. Third, and lastly, don’t give me a reason to take my daughters away from the sick-ass environment you have them in. You will not twist their minds while you act like a dude around them. You ‘re a damn pussy hound. I see you earned your last name, Manley. Fuck with me, okay?

Oh, please, get a life. Where was he while the ladies were shaking their butts today in the club? Probably sitting in the back shellacking himself at the sight of me and Whitney getting lap dances. Oh, hell, now he’s really gonna spread some gossip. But, he can’t take my kids away just because I like the girls. I’m not worried. Dammit. I can’t believe I left my car at that damn club.

I dialed frantically. “Tucker, come back and get me please.”

I grabbed my teal purse that my honey Stardust bought me and ran out the door. I missed her.

T
he night before my husband’s hearing, which had been rescheduled way too many times due to him changing attorneys over and over again, Makkai and I spent the night together. Makkai had been subpoenaed, so he had to make sure to be there more than I did. I really wouldn’t have been missed, I’m sure. But, the bottom line was, Tom Woodard was my spouse, and until we divorced, I suppose I did have certain obligations. After all, he was trying to kill Makkai because of me.

“Did I tell you my husband is such a punk, that he shaves his private area?”

“His private area?”

“He shaves his Christmas balls and his chest.” I had to crack up on that one.

“Salina, that is way more information than I need.”

“Okay, but really, have you ever heard of a man mowing his lawn like he’s some little bitch? He might fit in just fine in that jailhouse.”

“Salina, why is it that you don’t sound like the dutiful wife? Why did you stay with him if you feel like that? You should have just left him.”

“We were trying to work it out. I wasn’t going to leave him. But, hell, it’s never too late.”

“Then do it and stop talking about it.”

“Maybe I will, hell.” This man is trying to call my bluff. Please. “Anyway, why do we always have to come to this hotel? How come I can’t come to your house?”

“For obvious reasons. Why are you complaining? It’s a luxury hotel.”

“No one is coming after you now, Makkai. No need to hide out. He’s locked up.”

“You are still married, and you still have a jealous husband.”

“Yes, I do, don’t I? Well, he’s got a new woman now, so I don’t think he’s too worried about me.”

“Don’t be so sure. You pissed him off. Don’t ever underestimate a jealous man or a man scorned. She could just be a distraction to keep him from feeling the hurt.”

“Screw him. I know the best way to get over one is to get into another one.” I reached for his belt buckle, undoing it. “So what do you say you help me get over that prisoner?”

I glanced toward his zipper, pulling it down, falling to my knees while he sat on the bed.

“Salina, aren’t you hungry? Let’s eat dinner first.”

“That’s just what I want to do, Papi. Feed me.” I reached in and took it into my cave of a mouth.

“Salina.”

“You love the way I do this and you know it.

That’s why you can’t leave me alone and I know it. Now tell me I’m wrong.” I kept my grip on his wide shaft and inserted him in and out of my mouth, making sure to keep it juicy, taking him all the way back, deep into my throat. My wide mouth had always been able to accommodate the good doctor, and he knew it. No gagging, no teeth, and no one-handed action.

All he could say was, “We’ve got to get some sleep before tomorrow morning.”

Knowing he’d surrender, I simply watched him as he slowly lay back on the king bed and closed his eyes. His words turned into sounds of pleasure. I then pulled his pants all the way down to his ankles, and he grinded along with my technique. I licked his underside and slid my hand up and down his length.

“Salina, you are the best.”

He pumped himself deeper down my throat, and I felt him strengthen. A pulsating burst expelled his fluid into my mouth within seconds. He looked down at me, and I looked up at him, and he watched me swallow every last drop of him.

“Take it all.”

I gulped and licked the side of his shaft. “Yummy, baby. Dr. Worthy tastes so good.”

“Now come up and kiss me.” The boy was a freak. He stuck his tongue all inside my mouth and sucked my tongue the way I’d sucked him. “Now sit on my face,” he said with authority.

Makkai had a way of seeming as though he was the only man who had mastered the secret of what it took to make me cum in a split second as well. As soon as he centered his mouth, it was on. And as I
lowered my full lips onto his face, he immediately found my spot.

His hands squeezed my backside. I looked down at him go to work. He made it look succulent, the way he was pulling on my meat and licking my wetness. It sounded like he was enjoying a feast. It felt like he was writing graffiti down there. “Damn, that feels good. You like this plump pussy, don’t you? Spell my name like you did last time.”

“Uh, huh.”

“There it is,
S, A, L, I, N, A.
Do the
S
again.”

“Uh, huh.” He did just as he was told. That tongue had a life of its own. “I’m looking at the best, prettiest pussy I’ve ever had.” He spoke all up against me. I could feel his hot breath. And I believed him. That sentence sent me to Latin mania.

“Eso se siente tan bueno, el bebé,
so good, like, like, ooooh, Papi, you do me like you love me.” I jerked and hit the wall with my fist, flinging my hair wildly while propelling my rush from every muscle of my body down to my swollen opening and to my pink tip.

He spoke from underneath me. All I could see were his fine brown eyes. “I can feel it throbbing. Yeah, that’s it. Let it go for daddy.”

It felt like I released enough fluid to fill up a shot glass. I pushed forward and then back, looking down at his wet face.

He smiled. “That’s my crazy ass-girl. You’re the best I’ve ever had.”

The next morning at the courthouse, Makkai and I actually sat on opposite sides of the room. Didn’t
want to be too tacky, even though we were devouring each other’s asses the night before.

“Please rise,” the bailiff said as the older, conservative-looking judge came in.

“First case,” the judge said as he took a seat, as well as everyone else, and he began stating the names of the first defendants.

Tom ended up being third, which was good. I hadn’t seen him in weeks. When they called his name, the side door opened near the jury box, and out he came. Unshaven and looking a tad bit less muscular from not lifting weights regularly or eating my home-cooked Latin meals, he wore his prison blues, and his hands were shackled behind him. His ankles were chained as well. He looked kind of rugged and tough and handsome, almost thuggish. In an odd way I found it to be kind of sexy, even though he was very pale. Obviously he’d missed the sun he used to get while running every day. It was sad in a way to see him like that. My husband was in custody because of me.

He took slow steps as the guard assisted him in sitting down. He never looked over at me, or at Makkai for that matter, even though I tried to garner eye contact from him. Instead, he smiled at a dark-skinned woman seated in the front row as she talked to an attorney who leaned over her.

She smiled back at him, and I’ll be damn if she didn’t wink and then blow him a subtle-ass kiss. My mouth opened involuntarily. I guess Miss Ghetto Queen herself decided to play this thing out and act like she really gave a damn.

“Please advise the defendant to not communicate
visually or otherwise with those in the courtroom,” the judge told my husband’s attorney.

“Yes, Your Honor.” The middle-aged black attorney went over and spoke to Tom. And then Tom stood.

The judge spoke. “Mr. Tom Woodard, you have been charged with one felony count of attempt to inflict bodily harm and one count of making a terrorist threat to a Dr. Makkai Worthy. Is Dr. Worthy in the courtroom?”

Makkai stood. “Yes, I am, Your Honor.”

The judge nodded. “You may be seated. Attorney Martin, how does Mr. Woodard plead?”

“We have worked out a plea bargain with the district attorney, Your Honor.”

“And what is that?”

“Mr. Woodard will plead guilty to a misdemeanor, and the sentence will be time served, plus any other restrictions the court wishes to institute.”

“Is this correct, Ms. Pitt?”

The young blond lady D.A. replied, “Yes, Your Honor. We agreed that the defendant be released to the custody of his family.”

The judge asked, “Is his family here?”

“Yes, Your Honor,” I said as I stood up like a Girl Scout, tall and at full attention.

“Yes, Your Honor,” Ghetto Queen said as she stood up, chewing gum.

“Ma’am, you will remove the gum from your mouth before addressing the court.”

“Yes, Your Honor,” she said, balling up the wad into a tissue.

I shook my head.

“Who are you?” the judge asked me.

“I’m his wife. Salina Alonzo Woodard.”

“And you?”

“I’m his girlfriend. Shanaynay Jackson.”

The judge looked over at the bailiff with question marked eyes. “Well, whoever he is released to, we need to get a signed agreement from Dr. Worthy, stipulating that this plea is acceptable to him. And I am placing an automatic restraint order, instructing that the defendant stay at least three hundred yards away from the plaintiff for one year, and no contact for three years. Mr. Woodard, do you understand that?”

“Yes, Your Honor.”

“Who are you to be released to?”

“Ms. Jackson, Your Honor.”

Ain’t that a blip? Ghetto Queen turned back toward me with a snarling smirk, as we both took our seats in slow unison.

“Well, I guess that settles that. Now, let me make it clear that if you violate this order, you’ll be right back in here. Your fine is twenty-five hundred dollars and one hundred hours of community service, along with ninety days of anger management counseling. And I suggest that you work out your little situation here. Next case.”

Makkai stepped up to the bailiff and talked to the D.A., signing the paperwork, and shaking hands while Tom was escorted back through the prisoner door. He still never even looked my way.

Ghetto Queen eyed me as she walked out, after keeping an eye on my husband until he turned the corner and was out of sight. I stepped out right behind
her, within two inches of her back. I’m sure she could feel the heat of my breath on her furry neck.

“You’d better be glad we’re in court and that there are police all round. The nerve you showed today could have gotten you in big trouble. And by the way.” I looked down at her lower body. “You don’t have enough ass to keep a freak like Tom.”