“Thanks, Dr Dude.”
“I’m a paramedic kid.”
Rodney shrugs his shoulders then sidles over to us. “Pretty much the same thing, amiright?”
Moss laughs out loud slapping the kid on the shoulder and asks how his mom is. I’m guessing Moss probably knows a few of these kids. I take this as my opportunity to wander over and talk to Jasmine.
“Before you get any closer, I’m not talking to you.” That stops me in my tracks.
“Um, may I ask why?” At this, Jazz closes the distance between us before hissing,
“One of you snitched on me to Moss, you rat bastard,” she says all this with a beaming smile on her face the whole time, so as not to concern her students I’m guessing. All it does is make her somewhat unhinged.
“I promise I didn’t say a word. I’m not a snitch and neither is Nitro. Damn, I mean, can you imagine what it would take to get Nitro to loosen up enough to even share his secrets?” Her eyes flick to Nitro, who is kneeling in front of a little blonde girl with crooked pigtails. “Look, your brother is good at his job, I’d say he read the report and then used the material to use against you.” She squints her eyes at me a little before nodding and backing up.
I’m almost tempted to follow her, the smell of her fruity scent doing weird things to my senses. I stare at her for a moment, taking in her hair piled on top of her head with a bright yellow flower holding it all together, the bangs that brush the frames of her glasses, and her large doe eyes staring up at me. My gaze travels further down to her blouse, pulled tight across her large round tits. Wait, is that a duck?
“Have you been shopping with Mira?”
She beams up at me.“Yes! It’s my favorite blouse, if you look here, this one is holding a dagger in his mouth,” she raises her arm and points to the side of her plump boob, and yes, right there is a duck with a dagger
“Ignore my sister, Deputy. She dresses like a clown.”
She gasps so forcefully she starts coughing, flapping her hands around trying to get it under control. Within moments she’s surrounded by kids of all abilities offering to help, at least three are hitting her back with varying degrees of helpfulness. As her coughing fit subsides I feel someone sidle up next to me.
“Rodney,” I dip my chin. The kid is a fucking menace, but he means well. I think.
“Yup, that’s me. I’m pretty certain I fixed her. I have strong hands, you know.”
“That’s a good thing to have Rodney,” Nitro mumbles, coming to stand next to me.
A mischievous smile grows across his face and my brows pull in. “Yeah, well, I gotta keep my pimp hands strong, keep the girls in line, you know what I mean.”
My brows hit my hairline at the same time Nitro snorts and Jasmine growls his name and he hot foots it towards some other poor unsuspecting community helper. I look from Jasmine, to Moss then Nitro before I burst into laughter.
Shaking my head, Nitro and I split off from Moss and we take our time wandering around the class and chatting to the kids. A sweet blonde girl with Down Syndrome gives me a friendship bracelet and a small boy wearing ear muffs coughs directly in my face. It’s a bit of a mixed bag in this class but I can see why Jasmine likes it here.
After close to an hour of mingling and learning how much the kids love it here, I make my way towards Jasmine, standing with her brother and Nitro. Interesting considering Nitro thinks that Jazz isn’t the woman for us. That she deserves more than what he can give her. I’ve watched him the whole time we’ve been here. Even when he was focussed on the kids, his eyes would wander the room, seeking Jasmine.
“So, Deputy Ellison, what do you think of my humble little class?” Jasmine asks, eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Well, I’ve been given gifts and germs, but I like them. The kids are all cool kids. Even Rodney,” I say, tipping my head in his direction as he makes a beeline for a woman who looks to be a nurse.
“He’ll never change,” Moss says, shaking his head.
“Well, he’s less messy when he paints now, so, there’s that at least.” She smiles up at me, then Nitro before sharing a look with her brother.
“So, Deputies, would you be able to do me a favor?” she asks, dark eyes wide, pleading. Jesus, what I wouldn’t give to have them looking up at me while her lips were wrapped around my cock. Or around Nitro’s. I don’t mind either way.
“Anything you need, if we can help, we will,” Nitro offers in his rough voice.
She bounces on her toes a little, sharing another look with Moss.
I dart my eyes to Moss and he shakes his head subtly. “I need someone from the community to model for the kids, this Wednesday at 10 am. Would you two be willing to do it? You don’t have to do anything other than turn up. You can sit or stand or whatever, or ask the kids what type of pose they want to see you in. It’d only be for an hour or so.” She stares at me with her huge eyes, looking deep into my soul and I don’t think I could ever say no to this woman.
Which is a fucking worry because I’ve heard the stories. I know what Jules went through inside these four walls. I’ve seen the chaos that landed on Pops’ and Mad Dog’s laps when they were in their pose off for number one grandpa. My gaze shoots to Nitro’s in panic but it’s too late. His lips are already moving.
“Sure, why not? Count us in,” he says smoothly. Calmly. What the fuck has he gotten us into?
