Wifey: Part 1

“Or partner.”

“Exactly. Anyone with substance to turn states evidence then we got a problem. The feds would much rather incorporate the testimony of high-level people in Ghetto Mafia than runners who can’t even pick you out in a lineup. If that should happen I’ll do my best for you but you got to do your part too.”

“Which is?”

“This is drop a hefty retainer over at my office as soon as possible. That way if you can’t get to your funds, or your assets are frozen you won’t have to worry about having a legal aid represent you against the federal government. I mean, I love you man but I can’t support my family working for pro bono.”

“OK, done. What else?”

“Nico, be very, very cautious on every move you make moving forward. Keep your hands as clean as possible if you know what I mean. And tie-up all loose ends.”

I took heed to everything my attorney had to say. I took an hour to mediate on what moves I needed to make and then I redialed Jasmine.

“Yo, I booked a room at the Marriott Marquis in lower Manhattan. Meet me there and I’ll bring you your dough. I want to celebrate your birthday. I miss you.”

“Oh my god!” she squealed. “What made you change your tone with me?”

I blew some air into the phone, genuinely feeling pressure and stress. “Don’t worry about all that. Be there by nine.”

***

After we ended our phone call, I jumped in the shower and then drove myself to Manhattan in my Yukon Denali.

Just as I was pulling out of my driveway, Mia was pulling into the driveway in her Range Rover with her good friend Sharmel. I stopped the car and rolled down the window and spoke to them.

“Hey, baby,” Mia said to me.

“What’s up? What’s good, Sharmel?”

“Hey Nico.” Sharmel said.

“Where you heading?” Mia asked.

“Out.”

Mia knew not to over question me on exactly where I was going.

“We still going to breakfast and to the spa in the morning?”

I looked at her in confusion.

“Nico! Remember, I booked everything for us a couple of weeks ago?” Mia said, sounding kind of annoyed.

“Oh yeah, yeah. I just drew a blank. I’ll be back tonight kind of late, but we’ll be good for tomorrow. What time we heading out?” I said, even though I had no idea what the hell Mia was referring to.

“Eight o’clock I want us to leave. OK?” she asked, looking for reassurance from me.

“A’ight, I’ll be here. So I’m out. Sharmel, good seeing you,” I said, rolling up my window and pulling off.

***

I reached the Marriot Marquis at about nine-fifteen. By the time I parked the car and made it up to the room, it was a little after nine-thirty. I knocked on the door of room 2209 and waited.

After about a minute or so, Jasmine unlocked the door and opened it. I can’t front—She looked good as hell, and instantly my dick got hard. She was wearing an all-black crotchless fishnet body stocking along with a pair of black marabou slippers with a three-inch heel. A smile came across my face, and I walked in.

Jasmine closed the door behind me. “Shhhhh,” she said to me. She put her index finger to her mouth and prevented me from saying anything.

After dimming the lights in the room, she took hold of my hand and led me from the foyer and into the room and stopped me right in front of the king-size bed. She started rubbing on my dick through my jeans, and tongue-kissing me. After about a minute of kissing, she unbuckled my belt and then unbuttoned the fly to my jeans and pulled out my hard dick. Before I could blink, she was on her knees and sucking my dick just like she had done in my crib. The only difference was, this time she was deep-throating my shit, and she wasn’t using no hands.