My Little Secret (11 page)

 

That bitch got me locked up. I still can't believe this shit. I've been in this bitch for three days, and am yet to get my first phone call. I absolutely refuse to use the toilet in this cell, and when the C.O. finally figures out that I'm not playing, he walks me down to use a bathroom in an empty cell, where he stands and watches my every move.

“You got ya clit pierced?” he asks me after I wipe myself and stand up to pull up my clothes.

I start to say some smart shit to him, but figure he'll be my only ticket to having a halfway decent time in here without any extra bullshit, until I see the judge in the morning.

“Did you see a clit piercing?” I flirt shamelessly, hoping that maybe it will land me an empty cell where I can think better without having to sleep with one eye open.

“Yeah, I did,” he responds, damn near drooling.

The dick isn't usually my thing, but he seems content with just being able to eat the pussy, so I decide to test him to see how far he'll go.

“How you see my little ol' piercing from way over there?” I ask after I pull my pants all the way up, just to see if he'll let me leave or if he would stop me from going. My money is on the latter. I know if I let this fool just get a sniff of it, he'll be putty in my hands.

Just as I thought, he walks his simple ass right where I am and backs me into the bench, causing me to sit down unwillingly. For a second I think I had made a mistake because if he tries to rape me, I have no back up. I know I have to get control of the situation, and fast, before shit gets out of hand. I grab him by his tie and pull him to my face roughly, so he can see I am in charge.

“You wanna eat my pussy, don't you?” I say in a seductive whisper.

He nods his head like he's a mute and can't part his lips, never mind the fact that I just took a fresh piss and have been in here three days without touching some soap and water, but I guess maybe he likes it like that.

“Okay, this is what I'm gonna do, but I need you to do this for me.”

I make a bargain with his nut ass that I know he'll take. I wonder briefly what requirements it took to be a prison guard because they fall for the most gullible shit. I've heard stories of female guards getting pregnant by inmates, and I didn't really believe it, but this dude just confirmed the obvious. They're an easy lay.

I tell him I'll let him eat me out for ten minutes if he moves me to a cell where I am by myself. If he lets me do that, he could eat me out for another ten if I can use his cell phone to make a call. He agrees, and I tell him to just tell the others that I was feeling sick and was moved to another holding cell.

“What if they get mad?” he asks, almost like he was scared.

I simply put my hand into my pants and dip my finger into my slit. His eyes follow my hand down, and when I pull it out he opens his mouth up, ready to suck my finger dry.
Nasty bastard.

“Do you care if they get mad?” I ask him.

He shakes his head back and forth because he's too busy sucking my fingertips to answer with his mouth.

“That's what I thought. Slide up so I can take my pants off.”

He does what I say, undoing his tie like he's about to really feast. His simple ass. I swear, men are so stupid sometimes.

I lay on the cold concrete floor, hoping a damn bug or some shit won't jump out on my ass. He wastes no time diving between my legs and taking me into his mouth.

For a second I can't believe I have stooped this low. Letting a dude taste for a phone call? Is it really that serious? It doesn't even matter at this point, though, because I already made the deal, and he isn't getting up off me until his twenty minutes are up.

 

I pretend like he is Midori, as my mind flashes back to that time when we were in New York having a late-night dessert in Central Park. It was summer, maybe ten or eleven at night, and we had just come from seeing a movie. We were enjoying sundaes from Cold Stone Creamery on the park bench while deciding if we were going to take the ride back to Philly or cop a hotel in Jersey on the way down. I had book signings at a couple of stores over there, and we visited one of her friends who had a practice not too far from the park before we went to see the movie, so we just kind of ended up there.

“Do we have a Cold Stone back in Philly? I could think of a couple of things we could do with this Founder's Favorite.” Midori seductively licked the side of her ice cream cone.

I knew what her tongue was capable of, and was instantly jealous that I wasn't that ice cream cone at the time. I loved Midori because she was spontaneous, and I knew if I pushed her enough, I could get her to do whatever I wanted right here in this park.

“Why do we have to wait until we get back home? Let's see what we can do with it now,” I said to her on the sly, just to see if she would take the bait.

Her eyes lit up mischievously, like she knew where I was going with it, but I could see her tossing it around in her head like she was afraid of getting caught.

“Girl, we not back in Philly. What if we get locked up for indecent exposure? I can't call Ray to get us out, you know.”

“We won't get caught. Follow me.”

She looked like she was scared to death, but I wasn't. I had on white capris and a cute tangerine pair of Steve Madden peep-toe pumps to match my halter top. I didn't want to get my knees dirty, so I took Midori's sweater from around her waist while we were walking so I could kneel down on it.

She had on the perfect outfit. A sexy little white skirt that came down to just above her knees, with a yellow halter top identical to mine, and a cute pair of yellow-and-white Baby Phat stiletto sandals we'd picked up from the mall on the way to New York.

If I knew Midori as well as I thought I knew her, I knew she didn't have on any panties under her skirt, and that would make it that much easier. I pulled her in between a cluster of bushes that were tall enough to hide us between the trees, and since it was dark out and there were barely any people outside, I knew we would be cool.

I spread her sweater out on the ground, much to her dismay, but once I put my head under her skirt and started to go to work on her clit, she forgot all about her sweater getting dirty. We were right in the middle of the bushes, so she couldn't lean up against the trees, and I could feel her body sway a little as she tried to balance on one foot while her other rested on my shoulder. She was clean-shaven, and it was welcomed. She pulled her skirt up and held it in her hand so she could watch me work, and I was determined to give her a show.

I used one hand to part the lips of her pussy, and using what was left of my cone, I smeared some ice cream across her clit, sucking it off and putting more back on there, until she begged for mercy. I would take some of the ice cream into my mouth and stick my cold tongue into her tunnel, causing her body to shiver in spite of the humid night air.

She cursed me out under her breath, between orgasms, about getting her sweater dirty, but she only wore it in the mall because it was a little chilly. It ain't like it went with her outfit. Besides, it wasn't anything that couldn't be dry-cleaned.

I devoured her right under a full moon, and needless to say, we barely made it to Jersey. By the time we got to the hotel the clerk was looking at us like we had gotten into a fight, because of our disheveled appearance, but in reality, we were tearing each other apart on the ride over.

 

Just as I begin to cum, I come back to, taking a glance at my watch. The prison guard's face looks like a glazed donut as I rub my pussy from his eyebrows to his chin trying to build this nut up. We are just coming up on twenty minutes, and he doesn't seem like he is going to stop, so I knew I would have to finagle some shit through this phone call.

Since he is eating me so well, I may have to make two phone calls, but I need to call Nevaeh first. I have to warn her ass that an ass-whipping is due for this shit.

“Don't forget about that phone call you owe me,” I politely remind his ass, stopping him briefly from doing what he was doing. He is actually pretty damn good, but I have to handle business.

He doesn't say a word; he simply pulls out his cell phone and passes it to me, diving right back in between my legs.

The first person I call is Nevaeh, but she doesn't answer her phone. I start to leave a nasty message, letting her know I will be coming back for her ass, but I don't want her to use it against me in court, so I hang up.

Since guard guy is still getting his eat on, I take the liberty of calling Midori, but I get her answering machine as well. I guess she and Ray are working it out after all. I try to leave a message, but her mailbox is full.
I can't believe this shit.

As I close his phone, I look down at him having a damn field day, and gently pull him from my pussy so I can scoot up. His face is completely glazed over, and the top half of his shirt is soaked with my juices. I almost want to laugh at how dumb he looks, but decide against it, since I may have to use him later.

“That's enough for now,” I say to him as I get up from the floor and slide my pants back on, my vagina lips feeling slick against my panties. I take the liberty of punching my number into his cell, at least until I got out of here, just in case I need another favor. He looks disappointed that it was over, but once he sees me putting my number in, he has a smile on his face.

“You can take me back in there with the rest of those bitches. I don't want to hear no shit from any of them.”

He doesn't really have much to say, walking around all obvious that we did something, with that big dumb smile on his face. I have to tell him to wipe his face off while we are walking back to the holding cell before we get too close. When he lets me back in there everybody is looking at me strange, but they all know not to question me, because I have attitude written all over my face.

“Come on tomorrow morning,” I say to myself, leaning my head against the wall. Hopefully by then I will be able to post bail and be out of this hellhole, and back to handling my damn business.

I wish for a second I had my laptop with me because I could have put some of this bullshit in the book I was writing. At least I would have been able to get some of it done.

 

I'm speechless, not believing a word that comes out of Mike's mouth, but believing it all at the same time. He was in cahoots with all this madness? Everybody knew but me? Am I truly the last man standing? And apparently this shit has been going on for a couple of years now, but how am I just now finding out? Am I so absorbed with Jaydah that I can't see my own home falling to pieces?

My head is spinning, and I can feel a serious headache coming. Just as he was quiet, only breathing, while I talked; now it is my turn to be mute.

What it all boils down to is that the Evans are swingers and had recruited my husband a long time ago. The plan was to bring me into the mix as well, but for whatever reason, it never happened as planned.

Mike informed me that this had been going on since a few years after we met, all of us going to the same med school before branching out into our individual fields. Although he and Ray often shared his wife, he had no idea she was seeing him on her own. That wasn't in the agreement. Initially it was supposed to be a trade-off, his wife for me, and we were all supposed to kick it. But I never liked his wife and dove straight into building my practice, so they just kept it as a threesome.

Mike keeps me on the phone for at least an hour, just as I did him, and we conclude our conversation with my letting him know to expect a package from Federal Express tomorrow with the pictures I had found inside.

I hang up the phone even more confused than before I called. I'm not even sure if I warrant the right to be mad, because in all honesty, we stepped out on each other. Ray just got caught slipping, but who's to say he hadn't caught me and just didn't say anything? I'm hurt and confused and spiraling out of control, but who can I talk to?

I sit staring at the wall, lost in thought, when my cell phone begins to ring out of nowhere. I can't find it at first, and by the time I locate it in the bottom of my junky pocketbook, the phone has stopped ringing. Flipping the phone open, I press the button for my missed calls list, and I don't recognize the number that is listed. Normally I wouldn't even call back, because everyone I talk to is already stored in my phone list, but I push the talk button anyway just to see. Maybe it was Ray calling and he used someone else's phone because he thought I wouldn't answer his call.

The phone rings four or five times before someone answers it, and I don't recognize the voice on the other end. I give my phone a puzzled look, like the person on the other end can see it.

“Yeah, who dis?” The person on the other end answers the phone all ghetto and shit.

I know for sure at that moment this person isn't anyone my husband or I know.

“Umm, someone called my phone not too long ago, and I was calling back.”

“Oh, I think li'l shawty called you. Hold on,” he says before I can ask who he was exactly.

Who does he know that I know? It isn't long before my curiosity is quenched when I hear Jaydah's voice on the other end of the phone.

“Midori, it's Jaydah. Nevaeh got me locked up,” she says into the phone, almost like she is whispering.

I can hear dude in the background telling her to hurry up before she uses all his minutes on his prepaid phone, and I can't believe what's going on.

“Locked up? When?”

“Three days ago.”

“Where are they keeping you?” I ask, grabbing a pen really quickly so I can write the information down.

All I hear is Fifty-fifth and Pine, before the phone clicks off. When I call back, an automated voice says that person can't be reached, meaning she must have used all of his minutes.

It is already evening, so I figure I'll just go up there tomorrow afternoon on my lunch break, if she isn't out by then. I briefly wonder why she hasn't seen the judge yet, since it was a weekday, and what really went down with her and Nevaeh? Seems like sis was causing problems everywhere, and whatever happened with them, she probably deserved it.

Once the office is locked up and I talk to my co-workers out front for a while, I get into my car and drive around for a minute before going home, since I am certainly in no rush to get there. I wonder if Ray knows I talked to Mike and if Barbara knows what I had told him by now.

I wonder what my parents would think of me, and why my marriage hasn't turned out as wonderful as theirs. They celebrated their forty-fifth wedding anniversary this year, and they seem to be still in love. And it's not like I don't love Ray, because I do, but where did we go wrong? Scratch that, I know where we went wrong, but how do we fix it? Is it even worth fixing? Do we even want it fixed?

I pull up to my house an hour later, trying to be optimistic about the situation, but in reality I know it's a wrap. There isn't any trust in our relationship, and in all honesty, how could there be? We're too busy snaking each other. Maybe Ray can explain to me where I went wrong, and vice versa, so we can come to a mutual decision about this. Barbara, I'm sure, is at home trying to make things work with her husband, so I have to see what I could do with mine.

When I walk in I notice that the house is awfully quiet, but I know Ray is home, because I saw his car parked outside. I stop in the kitchen to grab an apple off the counter as a stall tactic, because I honestly am not ready to face him yet. Taking a bite, I figure if my mouth is full, I won't have to talk right away.

Upon entering our bedroom I practically trip over Ray's Louis Vuitton luggage that is stacked up by the door. The room looks like a hurricane swept through it, and I don't see Ray anywhere.

“Ray!” I call into the bedroom, stepping over his luggage and walking toward his open closet door.

He is inside pulling out suits and shoes like he is a mad man, and although I am standing there, he brushes past me like I am invisible.

“Ray, where are you going? Why are you packing?”

He brushes by me again, this time giving me a nasty look that silences me instantly.

Is this the result of our meeting with Barbara earlier? Is he trying to leave me?

“Don't you hear me talking to you?” I stop him when he comes back to walk by, and he snatches his arm from me, looking like he is ready to put my head through the door.

“Oh, I hear you. I hear you loud and clear, but guess what? I'm done listening.”

“What's wrong? I mean, besides the obvious. But why are you leaving?”

He stops in his tracks and looks at me.

For the first time in all of the years we've known each other, I can't tell what he's thinking. Okay, so Ray gets on my nerves, but I'm sure I work his nerves as well. For a long time I wondered why I was with him, but for the first time, I can't see myself without him.

“You know what, Midori, I've tried my hardest to make you happy. I did. All I ever asked you in return was for a family, but I was willing to wait until after you'd built your practice.”

“Hold up, this is not about a family or my practice. This is about you stepping out on me with Barbara. I spoke to Mike, Ray. I know what's been going on with y'all.”

“I know what's been going on with you too. Seems like I wasn't the only one stepping out on this marriage.”

“What? You must have bumped your head on the way home. Who did I get caught with?”

I am pissed beyond recognition. There is some truth in what he said, but I didn't flaunt my shit like he and Barbara did. What ever happened to discretion? And he has the nerve to stand here in front of me and try to throw it back in my face, like he is the one losing out? I'd rather be here alone than deal with this nonsense.

“You didn't get caught. I'll give you that, because you were smarter than I was about the situation. But guess who isn't the only one who likes to take pictures?”

He is just about working my nerves, talking in riddles, but I'm not really worried because I was extra careful when dealing with Jaydah. We went out of town most of the time, and besides that one time in Central Park, we didn't do the public-display-of-affection thing. She really wasn't the type.

“What are you talking about, Ray? What pictures do you have of me? Just because you did some stupid shit and slept with your co-worker doesn't mean I was out there doing the same thing.”

He doesn't respond, and that scares me the most. What does he have on me? We were so careful, and I am confident that he has nothing on me . . . almost.

He goes to the door and ruffles through one of the many bags he'd packed, coming up with a packet of pictures inside of a Kodak envelope. He tosses them at my feet and leans against the dresser, folding his arms across his chest in a menacing manner that has me shook for a second.

I bend down to pick up the envelope, not sure I want to see what's inside. So many thoughts go through my head at once as I see photos of me and Jaydah from as early as last February when we were at the Writing for Success conference in Atlanta. We'd walked through the fair on each other's heels, and the pictures seemed harmless. It just looked like two girls hanging out together. The kiss we stole in the elevator on the other hand, was clearly photographed, and I wonder who could have taken it. We were on the elevator by ourselves, so when did that happen?

I am at a loss for words, and the pictures get more detailed as I flip through. There are some at Jaydah's place and a few at hotels when we were out. I was set up, and I already know who's behind it. I just hope I don't end up sitting next to Jaydah in jail, because it is definitely about to go down.

“Ray, listen. Both of us were wrong, but I think we can work through it. Please, don't leave before we have the chance to talk it out.”

“I thought you were done talking,” he says with a sneer, as if I am wasting his time.

“Ray, please . . .”

He looks like he is tossing it around in his mind for a while, then he finally sits down on the bed.

I don't know where to start, but I know what I have to do. First, I have to fix this, at least for right now, but I am on a mission and I need to talk to Jaydah to get the information I need.