***
“Come inside me, baby,” Mia pleaded to Nico. She always knew when he was about to come because his strokes became much more rhythmic.
She was laying on her back with her legs wide open while Nico fucked her, and just as he was ready to come, she wrapped her legs around his body and interlocked her fee
t and pulled him into her and made sure that he didn’t pull out.
“You wild. You know that, right?” Nico smiled and said to Mia after he came inside her pussy.
Mia unclasped her feet, and Nico pulled his dick out of her and stepped back and looked at her. Mia propped both of her feet on the bed. She looked as if she was preparing for a gynecologist to examine her pussy. She told Nico to look at her, and she contracted her pussy muscles until his come began to ooze out of her. Then she scooped up some of it with her middle finger and put it in her mouth and sucked her finger clean, like she was finishing off the last bits of a Popsicle.
She smiled after swallowing Nico’s come, and she didn’t say anything else to him. She was right where she wanted to be, and she had Nico right where she wanted him.
***
It had been a full two hours since Nico was supposed to pick Jasmine up. As much as she hated to, she went and sat down on a nearby park bench. Jasmine was a germaphobe and hated things like public toilet bowls, train cars, and public seating, but her feet were aching, she was feeling dehydrated, and she knew that if she didn’t sit down she was going to pass out.
Five minutes passed, and before she knew what was up, she’d dozed off on the park bench. She wasn’t in a deep sleep, so when she felt something tap her hand, she instantly woke up. She looked around and didn’t see anyone standing near her, but she couldn’t believe what she did see. She looked at the back of her right hand and saw what looked like bird shit.
“No, this is not happening to me! This is not happening to me!”
With her left hand, she took off her shades and looked at her hand, and she confirmed that it was warm, purplish bird shit that had just landed on her. She jumped to her feet in a panic, shaking and trembling in disgust. She used her left hand and rummaged through her bag and found some tissue to wipe the pigeon shit off, but there was no way she could wipe away the disgust she was feeling.
Jasmine marched back into the federal building, and after going through the metal detectors, she found a bathroom. She washed her hands for five minutes straight, but was unable to wash away the icky feeling.
After exiting the bathroom she went back to the pay phone and tried calling Nico again, but this time his phone didn’t even ring; it went straight to voice mail. She knew he’d turned his phone off, but a part of her wanted to believe that he was driving through the Midtown Tunnel and didn’t have any reception.
She put the phone on the receiver and stood with a blank look on her face.
“Miss, what’s your name?” the officer who’d given her the change said after he had walked over to her. There were other officers manning his post while he went on his lunch break.
“What?”
“Your name.”
“For what? What difference does it make?”
“Let me help you.” The officer was definitely attracted to her, but at the same time he was genuinely concerned.
“If you wanna help me, call my man and find out where he’s at.”
“Oh, you waiting on a ride?”
Jasmine wasn’t in a talkative mood, so she didn’t reply.
“My shift ends in a couple of hours, so if you still need a ride, I could look out for you.”
Jasmine didn’t even look him in his face. She nodded, and he walked off. She walked toward the exit of the building. She thought about taking him up on his offer because she was clearly out of options, but she knew it would look way too crazy if Nico caught wind of a cop dropping her off at the crib.
Like a true soldier, she walked back to the corner of Reade Street and waited loyally for her man to come scoop her.
Unfortunately for Jasmine, another hour passed by, and still there was no Nico. It seemed like ages had passed since the feds had shown her those photos of him with Mia, and she was wondering if, in fact, those photos were real. She did her best to shake the thoughts from her head. As soon as she was able to convince herself that those photos were a result of Photoshop tricks, she heard Agent Battle’s words playing in her head when the agent had mockingly asked her if she was a ride-or-die chick.
Jasmine walked back into the federal building one last time and stood in front of the pay phone, wondering what she should do. She was down to her last quarter when she saw an advertisement sticker for a cab service plastered on the pay phone. She knew her best bet would be to use that quarter to call herself a cab, and that was exactly what she did.
When the cab arrived, Jasmine instructed the cab driver to take her to her mother’s house in Queens. She was hoping that either her mother or father would be there so that she would be able to pay for her cab, take a shower, and change her clothes.
As the cab made its way from Manhattan into Queens, all kinds of thoughts ran through Jasmine’s head. Something had told her not to go to Nico’s sprawling Long Island estate that she shared with him, so she decided to follow her gut.