CHAPTER NINE
1445 Words
“Miss! Excuse me, miss!”
Becca was running towards Sharron, her feet gently thudding across the asphalt. Sharron kept walking as though she couldn't hear the bouncy redhead.
“Miss, please! Wait!”
“What!?” The younger woman rolled her eyes in frustration before turning to see who was trying to get her attention. She was angry, frustrated, cold, and in a hurry to get back to the bando before it really started getting cold. She jumped back when she saw just how close Becca had gotten to her, then Sharron got a good look at the woman makng herself a nuisance.
Becca was taller by only a couple of inches and was wearing a pair of white fleece-lined tights that clung tightly to her shapely legs under a thickly quilted seafoam green jacket. It looked garish to Sharron under the blood orange light.
“What do you want?”
There was a slightly wild look in Sharron’s dark eyes as she stared into Becca’s bright green ones, her mouth set to such a hard line that her lips paled. Becca raised her hands as if to calm a skittish horse and put on her most dazzling smile.
“Whoa! Easy! It’s okay. I was just wondering if you needed a ride, sweetie. That bag looks heavy.”
“b***h! Do I look like I was born yesterday!? Get outta here with that s**t!”
“Wha-?” Becca was taken aback by the strength of vehemence that had issued forth from the petite woman. Sharron shook her head and walked away, muttering loudly.
“Think I’m dumb enough to get into a car with a stranger… Y’all got me f****d up…” She turned around and pointed at Becca. “b***h, y’all better fin’ some other little black girl to f**k! I ain’t the one!”
She turned back around and continued through the parking lot at a faster pace. Becca was befuddled. How on Earth did she know? When Sharron had turned around the first time, Becca looked carefully at her face, and had to resist the strong urge to bite her own lower lip. The little girl; no, woman– Becca corrected herself; was amazingly cute to the self-described tart and had caused her to become vaporish before she even spoke.
Maybe I overcompensated, Becca thought. I must've turned the charm up too high. Either that or she’s not interested in women. That can’t be it. I’ve tempted nuns and even the mother superior fell to my wiles. Hrm… Whatever, it’s not like I would ever let that stop me.
She started after her, slipping out a round piece of black plastic about the size and shape of a poker chip from her jacket pocket. She quickly closed the distance and slipped the “coin” into the unzippered end pocket of the bulging bag.
“Wait, hon! It’s not like that!”
Becca put a hand on Sharron’s shoulder and felt as the younger woman’s body stiffened to her touch. Sharron’s hand slipped instinctively behind her to feel for her knife and relaxed when she found it there. This ain’t some hood rat, she told herself. Maybe she does want to help.
“What’s it like then?”
“Look, it’s cold, it’s dark, that bag looks heavy, and I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself knowing I could’ve helped and did nothing. Please?”
“No sneaky s**t?”
“No sneaky s**t,” Becca promised.
Sharron’s brow knotted as she looked over “Red;” what she named her in her head; suspiciously, pursing her full lips. Becca had to lock her knees to keep from swooning.
“Alright,” Sharron said slowly. “Thank you.” The last two words came out like they were hard for her to say.
“Outstanding! Come on, sweetie. Let’s get you out of the cold. Yeah?”
“Yeah, sure. Okay.”
Becca was beaming now and her mood was starting to become infectious. Shannon had relaxed her scowl and was starting to grin. As they were walking to the Jeep, Becca saw John signing to her as he stood up after sitting on the hood as he watched Becca work her magic.
Did you plant the tracker?
Of course! Come get her bag.
“Who’s he?”
Becca glanced at her and smiled as she noticed the wide eyes intently focused on the giant.
“He’s my husband, for all intents and purposes.”
“So, if that’s your husband, who’s the b***h sitting in the front seat?”
“Oh! She’s my wife! Gorgeous, ain’t she?”
Becca winked at the dark-skinned beauty and smiled lecherously as John took her bag.
***
Sharron glanced at the map on her phone. The pin she had droppped was just a couple of blocks away now.
“You can let me off here.”
“Are you sure, Shar?” Becca looked concerned. “It’s no imposition for us to drop you off at the door.”
“No, thank you. But thanks for the offer,” Sharron replied softly. “I can get it.”
“Okay, sweetie.”
Becca pulled her into a tight hug as John got the duffel.
“I want you to be safe, okay? You have our numbers, so if you need anything–”
“I know, I can call.” Sharron’s confusion bubbled up. “Why are you doing this? You’ve never seen me before in your life. Just… Why?”
“Let’s just say, I like the ‘cut of your jib,’ cutie.”
“How on Earth would you know what shape my ‘jib’ is? Also, what’s a jib?”
“It’s a type of sail,” John said, opening Sharron’s door and offering to hand her out.
“Why cut it?”
“Not important,” said Becca. “I want to. That’s all the reason I need.”
“Okay…” Sharron shouldered her proffered bag. “Bye.”
“Bye, sweetie! We’ll see you later.”
“Right…”
Sharron started walking west and slipped behind a hedge row until the Jeep was out of sight. She brushed herself off and started walking in the opposite direction, the entrance to her alley close by.
“Sweetie? White girls, I swear.”
***
“You don’t call me ‘sweetie’ anymore.”
“That’s because I like ‘sugar t**s’ better for you.”
Becca reached between the front seats and slipped her hand under Allie’s thick sweater and silky blouse and slowly slid it up her stomach and gently groped her left breast, pinching and rolling Allie’s n****e between her thumb and forefinger, causing Allie to groan pleasantly.
“Sweet lips is another favorite.”
Becca undid her seatbelt and leaned into the forward compartment. Gently pulling Allie’s face towards her own, she leaned forward and kissed her deeply. Breaking the kiss, Becca whispered into Allie’s ear.
“And ‘tasty neck.’”
The wound-up minx started kissing Allison’s ear and slowly worked her way down before gently biting down with a deep groan. Allie gasped and her old homemaker persona would’ve been embarrassed at the wantonly sensual cry that escaped her.
“Wow, little minx. What’s got you so hot and bothered?”
“As if you had to ask, Ro-babe. Sharron is a hell of a fox. You saw her.”
“I did, but only with my eyes, love. She’s pretty, agreed wholeheartedly, but she unnerves me.”
“You know how when women are pregnant their sense of smell strengthens?”
“Yeah, Allie darlin’? What about it?”
“I always heard it called ‘pregnancy nose.’ When I had Tammi, it never went away.”
“Okay?”
“She smelled like blood.”
“So have I on occasion. It’s a hazard of the job. That, and the streets aren’t exactly the safest place to live.”
“True. Not that I would know.”
“I’m not worried about it,” Becca said as she started necking with Allie again.
“Hey, chica. I’m about to merge onto the interstate. I need you back in your belt, you incorrigible minx.”
“Poo…” Becca sighed. “Okay, sir. Just wait, you’ll see.”
“See what, Becca?” Allie fanned herself, her face and neck steaming and bright red.
“You’re about to see what’s going to happen at the hotel.”
“What’s going to happen, hon?”
“I’m going to f**k the s**t outta both o’ya,” Becca said cheerfully behind a devilish grin.
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