An annoying ringing sound pulled Skinny from her sleep. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she tried to determine where the sound was coming from.
My phone!
She jumped out of bed and snatched the phone from her dresser. As soon as her fingers wrapped around it, she flipped it open and answered. “Hello?” Her heart fluttered with hope and expectancy.
“You have a collect call from…” without even waiting to hear the rest of the recording, Skinny pressed the number five on her keypad, smiling as she pulled the phone back up to her ear.
“Wuz good, baby girl,” Richard’s voice came through on the other end of the line.
“Nothing. Just thinking ‘bout you,” she answered seductively.
“So how you been out there?” he asked, not really noticing the hint of desire in Skinny’s voice.
“I been getting out a lot lately,” she replied nonchalantly. “What about you?”
“Just chilling. You miss me?” Richard produced a cocky smile that Skinny couldn’t see.
“You know I do,” she purred in his ear. “And this pussy been thinking ‘bout you a lot, cause every time I hear your voice, she start wetting my panties up Like now, I can’t even calm this pussy down.”
Richard grinned on the other side of the line.” Well, I tell you what. Take them off and I’ll show you how she like’s to be treated.” He shoved his hand down the front of his pants and wrapped it around his already stiff shaft. “But you gotta do everything I say.”
“What you want me to do Daddy?” she asked, already lying on the bed, naked, legs spread open.
“First, I want you to wet your fingers with spit.” He slowly stroked his shaft, pulling his hands all the way up to the swollen tip. “Rub each one of your nipples until they rock hard.”
Skinny moaned into the receiver as she followed Richard’s instructions. “Mmm, daddy, I love you.”
“Now rub your body until you get to that magic spot. Don’t go in yet, just let your fingers run across your hairs down there.” He listened for her gasp of pleasure as he stroked his bulging flesh faster, harder. “Now I want you to wet your fingers again and rub down there.”
“Daddy, please fuck me, please,” she begged, her fingers already dripping wet with juices.
Richard, on the edge of pleasure himself, slowed his strokes back down to keep up with her. “Now take your wet fingers and rub the lips of your pussy until your clit gets as hard as your nipples.”
“Yes, daddy! I’m ‘bout to cum,” she gasped into the phone.
“Slow down,” he ordered, wanting to push her into an orgasm that would rock her for the rest of the week. “Rub your pearl real slow until you can’t take it.” He listened to Skinny’s moans come louder, closer together as he stroked his cock a little faster now. “Now push one finger in. Do it slow.”
“Richy! I’m cumming daddy,” she screamed over the phone as Richard exploded into his pants.
“Baby girl, I got to go clean myself up.” Richard put the phone down and walked towards the bathroom, his pants tented in the crotch from his still hard shaft.
“You one lil’ freaky something,” Ms. Jackson smirked, as Richard walked by her on the way to the bathroom.
“Ms. Jackson, you mind ya’ business now.” He grinned back at her.
Now wiped down and wearing a clean pair of pants, Richard headed towards the bathroom exit. As he made his way into the door, he could hear Bam yelling. “Nigga! Fuck that! Get in there!”
Walking down the hallway, he could then hear Ms. Jackson trying to calm the argument. “Y’all bet’ stop ‘cause you know them cameras in here.”
Walking straight into the line of fire, Richard looked at Bam. “What’s good, Fool?”
Bam turned away from the other inmate to face Richard. “This fuck nigga tried to take yo’ phone. And then he walked off talking shit like he ‘bout that.”
Richard turned his gaze towards the other inmate. He was a gangly guy, not much taller than Richard. “Ay, buddy.” He kept his voice even and cool. “You want that?”he asked, nodding towards the phone.
“Naw, man,” the inmate replied, dropping his gaze to the ground, fidgeting with his fingers. “I’m good, man. I don’t want no problems.”
“Well, I tell you what – “ Richard waited to finish his response until the inmate brought his gaze back up. “Until you do, you don’t use no phones in here.”
As the man hurried away, Ms. Jackson gave Richard an inquisitive stare. She placed hands on her hips accusingly. “Why you doing that to that boy?”
“Fuck that nigga,” Richard responded, swatting his arm in the direction of the now retreating inmate. “Bitch niggas don’t need to use phones. They snitch too much.” He sat back down and picked up the receiver again and ignored Ms. Jackson’s continued stare. “Ay baby.”
“Richy, what you doing?” She’d heard most of the conversation, but some of it was muffled. What she had heard sounded like arguing.
“Pffft. Some bitch ass nigga tried to get my phone,” Richard replied.
“Baby, you done been chilling for like three months not getting in trouble. So just let that bitch go.” Her voice practically pleaded with him. Trouble could mean more time in jail. More time in jail would mean not seeing him even longer. “Fuck him. He ain’t got the phone.”
Richard shook his head, “Baby girl, I ain’t no bitch and ain’t never gone be one. I let it go,” he said, reassuring her that he would try to avoid any trouble, as long as it didn’t compromise his reputation. He raised his voice so the other inmate could hear the last part of his reply. “But I catch this nigga on the phone anytime, I’m gone give him the business like he ‘pose to got today.”
“Ay, fam.” Bam walked by Richard again, lightly smacking him on the shoulder. “I’m ‘bout to go chill on my bunk. It’s ‘bout to be count time in five minutes.”
“Yeah, five minutes ‘til count down,” Ms. Jackson said, finally walking away from Richard. “You might as well do the same thing.”
Richard watched Ms. Jackson walk away. Even in her black uniform slacks, Richard could see her ass bouncing tightly under the fabric. He raised an eyebrow as he spoke into the receiver. “Baby girl, it’s ‘bout to be count time in five minutes. I’m gone call you back later, a’ight?”
Skinny could hear the lust in Richard’s voice as he spoke. “That hoe better let you fuck,” she said, smiling as she thought about how sexy the officer must be to have caught Richard’s attention. “Then you can send her my way so I can get some head.”
“Baby girl, you know I don’t want nothing if you don’t turn them out first,” Richard replied. “I’m gone just give her the number. You holla at her before I even turn her out myself. How ‘bout that?”
Skinny grinned on the other end of the line. “That sound more like it.” The area between her legs tingling with excitement. “And call me back later, cause when I get out the shower, I’m going back to sleep.” Between the orgasm and last night’s adventure, she was exhausted.
“A’ight, I love you, baby girl,” Richard replied.
“Love you more than you know, daddy. Talk to you later.” She flipped her phone shut and headed back over to her dresser to place it back on the charger, but just before placing it down, it started vibrating in her hand. Checking the caller ID display, she decided she should probably answer it. Flipping it open, she raised the receiver up to her ear. “Hello?”
“Ma, you seen the news?” Lil’ B asked on the other end.
“No.”
“Cut the T.V. on and watch channel seven until it come back on.” Without even waiting for a response, he flipped the phone shut.
“Boy!” Skinny said, using the walkie talkie feature on her phone. “You don’t hang no phone up on me, a’ight?” Turning her phone off, she set it back on the charger, walked over to the television and turned it on to channel seven. Immediately, the voice of a reporter filled the room.
“We are still here at the Twelfth Avenue bridge where the firefighters have just extinguished the flames from a blue Infinity. We’ve just received word that this same vehicle was connected to one of the victims in a double homicide at the King’s hotel on Sixty-Second Street and Biscayne Boulevard. We’re going to take you live to that scene now. Rob?”
The charred truck, firefighters and female reporter were replaced by a man holding a microphone standing outside of the King’s Hotel. Behind the reporter, Skinny could see yellow evidence tape, warning others not to enter the area. Scrolling words at the bottom of the screen read, “Double homicide and blazing truck connected. Please call Miami Dade Crime Stoppers if you have any information…”
“Yes, Nikki. Investigators now say that the truck belonged to one of the two victims of this brutal murder. No witnesses have come forward with a description, but some have said that they did hear gunshots around 3:47 this morning. While both victims had money in their possession, as well as other valuables, the murderer left those items untouched, so police say that this doesn’t appear to be a robbery. However, they are not ruling anything out at this time.”
A close-up of the charred truck came back on and the woman reporter stood on the right side of the camera shot. “Thanks, Rob. If you have any information regarding either of these crimes, you are encouraged to contact the Miami Dad Crime Stoppers. This is Nikki Turner, reporting to you live, from Channel 7 News.”
Turning the television back off, Skinny thought aloud. “Damn, that was easy.” Satisfied with her work, she walked towards the bathroom to take her shower.
Inside the commons area of the jail, Richard sat watching the news with Bam. “Damn. I know that nigga,” Richard said, more to himself than Bam.
A little skeptical, Bam asked, “How you know who that is if the police don’t know yet?”
“Remember what I told you ‘bout names?”
“Yeah,” Bam nodded his head, recalling the conversation.
“Well, check this out. Me and my niggas call him White Boy. That blue Infinity,” Richard pointed to the television screen. “That nigga ain’t letting nobody hold that. Plus, he like tricking with the strippers. So from what the news telling me, it’s him.”
“Fam? You sure you twenty years old?”
“Yeah, nigga. What you talking ‘bout?” Richard raised an eyebrow.
“Man, if I know half the shit you know, I would probably be set up in the G.A. making a killing right now,” Bam replied with a grin.
“It ain’t what you know. It’s who you know.” Richard turned away from the television. “Always remember that, Fool.”