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She looks to the ceiling thinking, and then answers, “About eight or nine months.”
“How have you not been arrested yet? I would think even as much as your helping these people, someone would have told on you.”
“I have.” She shrugs, looking at me.
“Really, tell me about it.” I sit up interested.
“I can't, there are some details to the story that if blabbed could cause problems.”
“Blab? I'm not a teenage girl. Besides, your helping Billy's grandmother. I wouldn't risk you not being able to do that anymore.”
She sucks on the inside of her mouth, thinking for a minute, before sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. Leaning her head back, looking at the ceiling, she sighs and begins telling me the story of her arrest.
“I was delivering a couple of vases and had just turned onto Madison Street when a police car pulled out of the parking lot of Sam's Market, coming up right behind me. He immediately hit his lights; I pulled over. After looking at my driver’s license, the officer asked me to exit the vehicle, then cuffing me he said there was an A.P.B. on me and he needed to take me downtown to the station. Arriving at the police station, I was fingerprinted, and my photo was taken. After that they led me back to an office, putting me in a chair that sat in front of a big wooden desk. I was so scared, tears had just started to form in the corners of my eyes when an officer, well, it was not just an officer, it was Lieutenant Chapman. Anyway, to make a long story short, Lieutenant Chapman had been looking for me. His wife had just started treatments for breast cancer and was not doing well, she was very sick. With his position he could not go out and get marijuana from just anybody, and he didn’t want his name on anything as far as dispensaries went. He needed someone he could trust to be discreet. So, we struck a deal, I supply his wife and in the future anyone else or their family on the force with marijuana that was going through treatments. In return, the police department would overlook what I am doing as long as I continued to never charge the cancer patients. I am also never to supply or sell recreational marijuana to anyone. If I do, all bets are off and I will be arrested. With a handshake the deal was done and before I left, he took the report, fingerprint card, and my photo over to one of those little shredders and destroyed all of it right in front of me.”
“Shit, guess it's a good thing his wife had cancer, or you would have been screwed. But you’re selling on the side, you said that was against the agreement.”
“Yep, it is, but I'm careful. I only sell to people I know.”
“Really? ’Cause I didn't know you the other night when you sold it to me.” “Fucking Billy,” she huffs. “He and I need to have a talk.”
“Don't worry, he would never put you in front of someone you couldn't trust.”
“Yeah, just someone who would throw me over a desk and spank me,” she replies, rubbing the side of her butt.
“That was for the gun not the weed,” I clarify, narrowing my eyes at her. My back begins to cramp from sitting on the uncomfortable stairs. Standing up, I rub my lower back and point to the open door of her condo. “You got a couch in there? These stairs are uncomfortable.”
She double blinks and then says, “Yeah, come on in.” She gets up, heading to her door. Going in, she reaches down and grabs the trash bag of wet paper towels. Entering the living room, she holds out her hand toward three matching gray couches, gesturing for me to sit. Two long couches sit opposite each other and one slightly smaller one sits sideways in between those two at the end, forming a rectangle around a large wooden coffee table that sits in the middle. “Would you like anything to eat or drink?” she asks, heading into the kitchen with the trash bag.
“A drink would be great,” I say, sitting down on one of the longer couches. “I have soda, beer, or wine,” she hollers from the kitchen.
“Beer is fine,” I shout back, looking around the condo.This was going to be my new office and den until everything got screwed up. Fuck, it could be another year before that is going to happen now.She returns to the living room holding two bottles of beer. Handing me one, she goes to sit on the couch opposite of me. I grab her wrist to stop her. “No, sit here.”
She eyes me suspiciously but sits down next to me. Spotting some boxes stacked along the walls that have not been unpacked, I ask. “Why have you not put all your things up?”
Tilting her head with a shrug, she replies sarcastically, “Well, you know, haven't had time with all the drug dealing I do.”
Shaking my head, I reply, “I can tell you don't have a boyfriend.”
“How?” She frowns.
“’Cause he would have spanked that smart mouth out of you by now.” I raise a brow, taking a drink of my beer.
“Well, I could say the same to you,” she snaps back.
“What do you mean?” I ask curiously.
“I can tell you don't have a girlfriend.” Her tone is coy, mischievous.
“And how’s that?” I play along.
“’Cause she would have already fucked that bad attitude out of you.” Covering her mouth with her hand, she begins to laugh like she can’t believe she just said that.OK, that's it. I have had it with this girl’s mouth. Sitting up, I lean over and take the beer she’s holding from her hand, then turning, I place it and mine on the coffee table in front of us. Reaching back, I grab the hair at the back of her head, winding the long strands around my hand. Tugging it, I pull her into me so my mouth is against her ear and whisper, “That's pretty filthy language there, Miss Field. Tell me, how much do you know about fucking?” With my tongue I lick a trail along the outside of her ear down to the lobe. Sucking it into my mouth, I twirl my tongue around it and grab it between my teeth, gently biting it. She lets out a gasp and her head falls back, she’s not even trying to resist. Moving my lips to the delicate skin behind her ear, I begin sucking and licking down along the curve of her neck to her collarbone. Goose bumps form on her skin and she purrs that sexy sound that drives me crazy.
Meanwhile, I take the index finger of my free hand and lightly begin to trace a path from where my mouth ended, over to the center of her neck, continuing down over the top of her tank top, between her breasts, where I can feel through the fabric she is not wearing a bra. Moving my hand back up to cup her face, I kiss her lips lightly and mutter against them, “No bra, Miss Field? My, you are a naughty girl, aren't you?” Letting go of her hair. I quickly grab the hem of her tank top with both my hands, pulling it up and over the back of her head, throwing it to the floor. I grab her by the waist pulling her down on the couch and lie on top of her.
Her eyes go wide but before she can protest, I dip my head down, taking her lips between mine, kissing and sucking them. Sliding my right hand between us I cup her left breast, circling and brushing over the top of her nipple with my thumb, causing it to harden and pebble. She gasps from the arousal and her lips part, allowing my tongue to dip into her mouth where I kiss her deeply, enjoying how sweet she tastes. Squeezing her nipple between my thumb and index finger, I twist and pull it hard, making her arch her back into my hand, wanting more. “How many men have touched your tits like this, Miss Field?” I ask against her lips. She doesn't answer, clearly lost in the sensations I’m giving her. My dick grows hard watching her come undone from my touch.
She moans louder, throwing her head back, exposing the beautiful curve of her neck. Grabbing it between my teeth, I gently bite it as I wrap my lips around it, sucking and licking every inch of her skin down to her breast. Slipping her breast in my mouth, I twirl my tongue around her nipple then flick it with my tongue before grabbing it with my teeth. She lets out a purr and arches her back farther into me. My dick is so hard I can feel it digging into her leg. Releasing my teeth, I mutter against her tit, “How many men have had your beautiful tits in their mouth?... Tell me, Miss Field.” She moans as her hips push against me, but she still does not answer. I lightly kiss a path back to her lips. Taking them in mine, I kiss her passionately as I circle my index finger lightly over her soft skin, down her stomach to the top of her shorts. Brushing my finger there a few times, I push my hand under them. Then running my hand over the top of her panties, I reach down between her legs where I feel the heat and wetness of her pussy through the thin material. It is all I can do not to rip them off and shove my fingers inside her. Cupping her pussy in my hand, I release my lips from hers, grab the hair at the back of her head with my left hand, and force her head so her eyes are level with mine.
