are out, so I quietly open the first door to see if there’s a phone.
The smell of ammonia hits me, and when I briefly switch on the light, I realize I’m in a janitorial closet. I turn the light off and back out of the room, softly closing the door. The next door I come to is the one I was in earlier with Ben. How far would we have gone if CJ had not interrupted us? I would have fucked a drug dealer. I shake my head at the stupidity of my actions.
Skipping the next door, I proceed to the last one on the right. When I open the door and turn on the light, I’m delighted to see a desk with a phone on top. I rush over to it and quickly dial Miguel.
“Hello?” he answers on the third ring.
“It’s me,” I whisper.
“Maya!” he says, relief evident in his voice. “How are things? What’s the status? Do you need help?” he rushes out.
“Things are fine. I’m set up with three other girls. Tomorrow, we should hit the street to make sales. I’ve got in good with the second-in-command. His name is Pac.” For some reason, I withhold his real name. “This clan of dealers seems to be one of the biggest. Give me some time to locate the leader. And, Miguel, it is bigger than we think. There’s another group—a guy named Blaze leads that one—and they’re in the middle of what appears to be a territorial war. The multiple homicides earlier this evening was done by Blaze most likely, and he was after Pac’s men. I’ll keep my nose to the ground and report back when I can.”
He grunts his approval. “Stay safe, Maya. I want you home.”
Something about the way he says the last part makes me sad. Miguel would do anything to make me his girlfriend. And there’s no doubt in my mind that he would treat me like a queen. But I don’t want him—not like he wants me. I want something else. Something forbidden. I’m destined to be alone.
“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me,” I whisper and hang up.
A door creaks open and I whirl around to face whoever caught me in the act.
Fucking Tameka.
“Oh, well looky here. It appears that we have a mole in our group,” she says nastily.
I flip her off and start toward the door. “Mind your own fucking business, bitch.”
“Pac!” she screeches.
Well, shit. I tackle her to the ground to shut her up so he won’t come running in here. She’s trying to scratch at me, but I’m stronger than she is and have her pinned to the ground.
“Get off of me, bitch! Pac!” she screams again before I manage to cover her mouth. Tameka is still struggling beneath me when two strong arms jerk me off of her for the second time tonight.
His scent envelops me and I fucking moan like a whore. I hate my traitorous body. Ben’s muscled arms have me in a bear hug around my midsection, causing my shirt to inch up and reveal my panties.
“Tameka, get to your room now,” he snaps.
“But, Pac! She was on the phone and I think she was talking to Blaze! That bitch is a mole and she’ll get us all killed!” she shrieks as she stands.
Ben tenses behind me, and my heart clenches painfully at my betrayal. Why do I feel guilty for betraying this drug dealer? It’s my fucking job!
“Tameka, go,” he orders one last time.
She snaps to attention and scampers out of the room, leaving us alone.
He drops his head down to where his lips graze my ear and a shiver runs down my spine. “Are you feeding Blaze information?” he demands quietly into my ear, shooting hot breath inside.
I whimper and shake my head no. One of his hands skates down the front of my shirt, across my bare lower belly, and across my lacy panties, cupping my sex. His finger strokes me between my folds through my panties and I cry out. My body betrays me as I thrust into each caress.
When this man touches me, I can’t hardly breathe or think. All sanity flies out the window and all I want is for him to continue to touch me.
He feels so fucking good, and when he slides his hand into my panties, I nearly lose
The smell of ammonia hits me, and when I briefly switch on the light, I realize I’m in a janitorial closet. I turn the light off and back out of the room, softly closing the door. The next door I come to is the one I was in earlier with Ben. How far would we have gone if CJ had not interrupted us? I would have fucked a drug dealer. I shake my head at the stupidity of my actions.
Skipping the next door, I proceed to the last one on the right. When I open the door and turn on the light, I’m delighted to see a desk with a phone on top. I rush over to it and quickly dial Miguel.
“Hello?” he answers on the third ring.
“It’s me,” I whisper.
“Maya!” he says, relief evident in his voice. “How are things? What’s the status? Do you need help?” he rushes out.
“Things are fine. I’m set up with three other girls. Tomorrow, we should hit the street to make sales. I’ve got in good with the second-in-command. His name is Pac.” For some reason, I withhold his real name. “This clan of dealers seems to be one of the biggest. Give me some time to locate the leader. And, Miguel, it is bigger than we think. There’s another group—a guy named Blaze leads that one—and they’re in the middle of what appears to be a territorial war. The multiple homicides earlier this evening was done by Blaze most likely, and he was after Pac’s men. I’ll keep my nose to the ground and report back when I can.”
He grunts his approval. “Stay safe, Maya. I want you home.”
Something about the way he says the last part makes me sad. Miguel would do anything to make me his girlfriend. And there’s no doubt in my mind that he would treat me like a queen. But I don’t want him—not like he wants me. I want something else. Something forbidden. I’m destined to be alone.
“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me,” I whisper and hang up.
A door creaks open and I whirl around to face whoever caught me in the act.
Fucking Tameka.
“Oh, well looky here. It appears that we have a mole in our group,” she says nastily.
I flip her off and start toward the door. “Mind your own fucking business, bitch.”
“Pac!” she screeches.
Well, shit. I tackle her to the ground to shut her up so he won’t come running in here. She’s trying to scratch at me, but I’m stronger than she is and have her pinned to the ground.
“Get off of me, bitch! Pac!” she screams again before I manage to cover her mouth. Tameka is still struggling beneath me when two strong arms jerk me off of her for the second time tonight.
His scent envelops me and I fucking moan like a whore. I hate my traitorous body. Ben’s muscled arms have me in a bear hug around my midsection, causing my shirt to inch up and reveal my panties.
“Tameka, get to your room now,” he snaps.
“But, Pac! She was on the phone and I think she was talking to Blaze! That bitch is a mole and she’ll get us all killed!” she shrieks as she stands.
Ben tenses behind me, and my heart clenches painfully at my betrayal. Why do I feel guilty for betraying this drug dealer? It’s my fucking job!
“Tameka, go,” he orders one last time.
She snaps to attention and scampers out of the room, leaving us alone.
He drops his head down to where his lips graze my ear and a shiver runs down my spine. “Are you feeding Blaze information?” he demands quietly into my ear, shooting hot breath inside.
I whimper and shake my head no. One of his hands skates down the front of my shirt, across my bare lower belly, and across my lacy panties, cupping my sex. His finger strokes me between my folds through my panties and I cry out. My body betrays me as I thrust into each caress.
When this man touches me, I can’t hardly breathe or think. All sanity flies out the window and all I want is for him to continue to touch me.
He feels so fucking good, and when he slides his hand into my panties, I nearly lose
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