Chapter 55a. Interlude III
"Bail's been posted, so you're free to go, Ms. Chemiste," the pudgy crewcutted jailer said, handing her a Trader Joe's twin-handled paper sack containing her clothes and personal items. "Report to the courthouse next Tuesday at 9 AM for arraignment, and -"
"I'll handle my client's legal advice, thank you," said a thin stooped man with thinning sandy hair and black horn-rimmed glasses. Victoria turned to see him -
And saw Him.
Six feet away from Thurston J. Sharpe, Attorney at Law, seated on a hard wooden bench against the far wall, was the soulful man who had been on Victoria's mind constantly since her recent incarceration. He was sitting calmly, working on a fingernail with a clipper and file, as if he were relaxing on the pation of his upper Eastside condo on a Saturday afternoon.
"Jake!" she cried, rushing past Sharpe with open arms. He barely had time to stand before she tackled him again with her embrace, her hungry kiss pulling the breath from his lungs before any other words could be spoken. She felt his hands press against her shoulders, gently separating them.
"Victoria," he whispered in a deep register, "let's get you out of here." He grabbed the Trader Joe's bag from the pudgy cop and pulled her by the hand into the unisex rest room nearby. Inside, he turned the lock and whirled to face her.
She already had pulled off the top of her prison blues and knelt in front of him, her hands tugging at his belt, her mouth landing open and wet on the rising bulge just below. Her teeth gripped the zipper of his pants and slid it slowly downward as his hands ran desperately through her long dark curls. He pressed himself against her and she freed his belt from its buckle, unbuttoning and unlatching as needed to cause his slacks to drop to the floor. She slid both hands along his hard shaft encased in the black stretching cotton of his bikini briefs.
"Victoria," he moaned, picking her up effortlesly, his strong hands gripping her just under the armpits. Her small, pert breasts rested against his forearms, her excited nipples small and brown and glistening with sweat. Their wet mouths merged, tongues dancing hard against and around each other. Her fingers kneaded the muscles of his lower back, then slipped under the black cotton and stroked the firm smoothness of his derriere.
"Hey, let's get going in there!" a shout came from outside over the sudden pounding on the room's metal door.
"We're coming," Jake called out between hungry kisses. "Very soon."
Victoria giggled. His quick wit and bravado only made her want him more. But she could imagine how this would look on the other side of that heavy metal door.
She pulled away from him and pulled her blouse from her bag of belongings. As she slipped it on, Jake stepped forward to her again. "Allow me," he said, his eyes locked on hers. He began buttoning her blouse, starting at the bottom, the gap slowly closing over her breasts as he worked his way upward. He stopped after buttoning the one directly between the two points of light nippling out through the thin white fabric. "No need to overdo things," he kidded.
She smiled and slid her hands to the strip of fabric serving as a tie-belt to her prison pants and untied the bow. His fingers slid under the waistband and pulled the loose cotton over her shapely hips. The pants fell in a heap at her feet. The soft down of her formerly waxed pubis tickled his thigh. "Going commando in prison?" he asked in surprise, his fingertips caressing the untanned curves now visible behind her. She nodded, pressing against him, rubbing against his hardness. His hands cupped her firm buttocks and he kissed her again. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she stepped out of the pants piled at her ankles.
Suddennly her legs were wrapped around his, her mound grinding into his groin. He staggered forward a step, sucking her tongue into his mouth, feeling it tickle the top of his mouth, the back of his teeth, the inside of his cheeks. One hand supported her lower back as the other explored the tender flesh below, fingers extending down to intimate orifices eagerly awaiting his touch. Jake's arms were long and he took full advantage of that, enjoying the warm wetness of her womb with his fingertips. Gently he slid one finger inside her, up to the first knuckle, then back out to the tip, and slowly, again, in, out, in.
She let out a muted cry of pleasure, arching her back and squeezing his finger as it entered her. She leaned her weight onto his hand, plunging his finger deeper, up to the second knuckle. He exhaled loudly in surprise and help her closer, raising and lowering her body so that her clitoris rubbed against his erection. She fumbled at his belt behind him, tugging, pulling. "Take these off!" she begged in his ear. "I want you, Jake. Here. Now."
He shook his head. "Not here. We don't need an audience. Let's get you home first." He kissed her pouting lips as he guided her legs to the floor.
"I'll handle my client's legal advice, thank you," said a thin stooped man with thinning sandy hair and black horn-rimmed glasses. Victoria turned to see him -
And saw Him.
Six feet away from Thurston J. Sharpe, Attorney at Law, seated on a hard wooden bench against the far wall, was the soulful man who had been on Victoria's mind constantly since her recent incarceration. He was sitting calmly, working on a fingernail with a clipper and file, as if he were relaxing on the pation of his upper Eastside condo on a Saturday afternoon.
"Jake!" she cried, rushing past Sharpe with open arms. He barely had time to stand before she tackled him again with her embrace, her hungry kiss pulling the breath from his lungs before any other words could be spoken. She felt his hands press against her shoulders, gently separating them.
"Victoria," he whispered in a deep register, "let's get you out of here." He grabbed the Trader Joe's bag from the pudgy cop and pulled her by the hand into the unisex rest room nearby. Inside, he turned the lock and whirled to face her.
She already had pulled off the top of her prison blues and knelt in front of him, her hands tugging at his belt, her mouth landing open and wet on the rising bulge just below. Her teeth gripped the zipper of his pants and slid it slowly downward as his hands ran desperately through her long dark curls. He pressed himself against her and she freed his belt from its buckle, unbuttoning and unlatching as needed to cause his slacks to drop to the floor. She slid both hands along his hard shaft encased in the black stretching cotton of his bikini briefs.
"Victoria," he moaned, picking her up effortlesly, his strong hands gripping her just under the armpits. Her small, pert breasts rested against his forearms, her excited nipples small and brown and glistening with sweat. Their wet mouths merged, tongues dancing hard against and around each other. Her fingers kneaded the muscles of his lower back, then slipped under the black cotton and stroked the firm smoothness of his derriere.
"Hey, let's get going in there!" a shout came from outside over the sudden pounding on the room's metal door.
"We're coming," Jake called out between hungry kisses. "Very soon."
Victoria giggled. His quick wit and bravado only made her want him more. But she could imagine how this would look on the other side of that heavy metal door.
She pulled away from him and pulled her blouse from her bag of belongings. As she slipped it on, Jake stepped forward to her again. "Allow me," he said, his eyes locked on hers. He began buttoning her blouse, starting at the bottom, the gap slowly closing over her breasts as he worked his way upward. He stopped after buttoning the one directly between the two points of light nippling out through the thin white fabric. "No need to overdo things," he kidded.
She smiled and slid her hands to the strip of fabric serving as a tie-belt to her prison pants and untied the bow. His fingers slid under the waistband and pulled the loose cotton over her shapely hips. The pants fell in a heap at her feet. The soft down of her formerly waxed pubis tickled his thigh. "Going commando in prison?" he asked in surprise, his fingertips caressing the untanned curves now visible behind her. She nodded, pressing against him, rubbing against his hardness. His hands cupped her firm buttocks and he kissed her again. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she stepped out of the pants piled at her ankles.
Suddennly her legs were wrapped around his, her mound grinding into his groin. He staggered forward a step, sucking her tongue into his mouth, feeling it tickle the top of his mouth, the back of his teeth, the inside of his cheeks. One hand supported her lower back as the other explored the tender flesh below, fingers extending down to intimate orifices eagerly awaiting his touch. Jake's arms were long and he took full advantage of that, enjoying the warm wetness of her womb with his fingertips. Gently he slid one finger inside her, up to the first knuckle, then back out to the tip, and slowly, again, in, out, in.
She let out a muted cry of pleasure, arching her back and squeezing his finger as it entered her. She leaned her weight onto his hand, plunging his finger deeper, up to the second knuckle. He exhaled loudly in surprise and help her closer, raising and lowering her body so that her clitoris rubbed against his erection. She fumbled at his belt behind him, tugging, pulling. "Take these off!" she begged in his ear. "I want you, Jake. Here. Now."
He shook his head. "Not here. We don't need an audience. Let's get you home first." He kissed her pouting lips as he guided her legs to the floor.
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