Hound

10

Hound kissed her, pushing her against the door.

“Meeting in three,” She sighed.

“I think I can I get you off in two,” He smirked, working his fingers into her, pleasuring her, putting pressure on just the right ways.

“Anyway, I think everyone sufficiently knows I'm f*****g you," She sighed, swallowing.

His lips quirked, his hand cupping her head. “Who gives a f**k? It's a secret. That's the beauty of a secret.”

She tossuled her hair. “If I have one more person come up to me and asked how you are in bed, I'm gonna scream.”

“Save your screams for me. Go catch some criminals commissioner," He patted her ass, walking out of her office.

Everyone's eyes followed him out of the precinct as he strutted out, hands in his pockets.

Everyone wanted to know. The man who walked like he was a god who had the world under his feet, seemingly tempered by one woman.

Weakened. No one could believe she made him weak.

No matter. She didn't. Make him weak. She was a non-factor. A little bit of fun.

He walked the streets. There was a rumor that the Queen was in town and he wanted to see her first hand.

Preferably to slaughter her.

His phone rang. “Speak,” He ordered.

“I want you again tonight.” He rolled his eyes.

“I'm busy tonight. Besides, I just f****d you—”

“With your fingers. I need more. I have a lot of work, and I'm stressed.”

I cross the street. “I also have a life, and it doesn't just include pleasuring you whenever you wish it.”

I hear her exaggerated sigh. “I've told you before...it could be.”

I can see her now, biting her lips as she fantasies of me as her slave, u r name around my neck, my d**k at her beck and call, whenever she wants it.

I can here her soft pants.

“Stip touching yourself or you'll rub yourself raw like last week. Now, be a good girl and wait for a day or two—”

“A day?!”

Fuckin Nympho.

“Listen here, baby girl: I have work to do. You need to wait. But I promise I will make it worth your while if you can stop yourself from blowing up my f*****g phone for 24 hours. Huh.”

“Fine,” She said, hanging up.

Fucking crazy b***h.

It's not until a few minutes later I realize something.

I forgot my jacket.  I swing back around to get it.

I pause, she said she had a meeting, I hear voices. I wait. Shouldn't I trust her?

Or I could easedrop. Yeah, that's what I'll do.

“Colllette, I haven't found a proper replacement for the mayor yet.”

I here her sigh. “Listen, girls, I need you to find me someone to do my bidding. Is it so hard?”

“N-No, Collette—”

“Well, then? Why haven't you replaced him? I need someone to do my bidding. I'm a queen. I can't just do my own bidding.”

That's…Wendy. Or…Collette apparently. She doesn't mind like Police commissioner.

“Yes, well, the problem is—”

“What about you, January? What have you accomplished?”

“Um, well…I bought this cute skirt at the mall?”

“As expected. This why I count you, Sarah. January's too dumb anything. See, in case you forgot this is how it works: I'm the boss. You're the slightly smart one who does what I say. And January is the dumb one we both make fun of.”

“It's no different from high school really. Now, slightly smart one, who will replace the mayor. Someone with power? The president?”

“Well—”

“Are you saying I can't take down the president?”

“O-of course, you can do anything—”

“Then are you saying I'm too lazy?”

“O-of course not—"

“I know,” She laughs lowly. “I'm being bitchy on purpose. What about Hound?

What about me? That b***h.

“He's cute,”

“Excuse me?” She says slowly.

“I mean…he's adequate to fit your hotness.”

She scoffs. “Nice save, Sarah. It's almost as generic as your name. Now to find someone to replace that mayor. And January? I want that skirt.”

The door creaks open where I stand glaring at her.

She smirks. “I'm Collette Wendy. I'm the Queen you've been looking for. And I don't care who you are or how you feel. Now come here.”