“Cum Snatcher 3000”
“What we learn with pleasure we never forget.” – Alfred Mercier
I had been workingall night with Ace trying to locate the main base for the Lords of Death. The fuckers were proving to be smarter than they looked. No one in the club had had any luck in finding them. Not even Lysol, and she was an expert tracker. Nothing got by her. Matrix had been working on it, as well, without any results. That man was a genius with his computer. If he couldn’t find them, they didn’t exist. Except we knew they did. Whoever they had hiding their tracks was one bad ass mother fucker.
“Ace, I swear this gang must be getting assistance from the government or something. I mean we can’t find a trace of them. Not one footprint, not one transaction. We know they are moving money, but we can’t find one red cent of it. I have called in just about every favor I have, and no one has been able to find anything.”
“What about that fucker that was following that dance girl? Has anyone seen his ugly mug?”
“No. They must have known that Obsession saw him. He hasn’t been seen in the area since that night. But, you know how these guys operate. If he had his eye on that girl, it’s just a matter of time before he comes back sniffing around. Fuckers like him don’t give up easily. I bet he is just biding his time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. We have to stay vigilant.”
“Yeah, I agree. As soon as we relax, that poor girl will be snatched up.”
“Have you heard anything else from your stepsister?”
“That bitch called me the other day crying about some friend of hers that has gone missing. The police think she is a victim of that sex trafficking ring, too. She says that’s why she, my dad, and her mom came here a while back. She’s trying to make me feel guilty for sending her away, but I have no obligation to help her. In fact, I don’t trust her. I feel like it’s a setup. I turned that over to Mouse and let her handle it. I got my own shit to worry about.”
“I hear you, man. My shift is over. All I want is a cold beer, a hot shower, and a wet pussy to sink into. Not necessarily in that order.”
“Yeah, man. I hope it hits the spot.”
“I always do. I’ll see you later, prez.”
Ace chuckled as I left his office. I pulled out my phone and texted my woman.
Baby: Just got off. Your turn.
Obsession:Too late. I already came.
Baby: You’ll come again soon. I need to taste you.
Obsession:You’re planning on a shower first. No?
Baby: Naw, I want you dirty.
Obsession:I’ll draw you a bath.
That stubborn ass woman thought she could tell me what to do. Usually I would fight her, but a hot bath sounded like heaven, after a long night riding on my bike. I didn’t reply, knowing it would only take a couple of minutes for me to get to her. The apartment smelled of lavender and vanilla when I walked in the door. It was Obsession’s favorite scent, and I loved that I would smell like her after I was clean.
I started dropping trow as soon as I entered the door. By the time I hit the bathroom, I was completely naked, my cock on the ready. Obsession was bent over the tub adjusting the water temperature. Her ass was clad in a pair of flesh tone boy shorts causing my dick to stand up even more, begging for attention. I wrapped my arms around her waist and rubbed my cock against her ass. Obsession almost jumped out of her skin. I could have sworn she heard me coming in, but I guess not. However, once she relaxed, she wiggled her ass against me and laughed.
“Hey, Baby. I got your bath ready for you. The temperature is just right. Get in and I’ll help you relax.”
I groaned at her take charge attitude. I couldn’t decide if I liked it or not, but I did what I was told. Wanting to feel her close to me, I pulled her down for a kiss. Just the slightest taste of her had me on fire. I wanted this woman like I have never wanted any other. She tasted like jellybeans, which caused me to smile. I loved how she had no issues with snacking. My girl had a thing for those sugary concoctions, but not those fancy ones with about a hundred different flavors. No, Obsession liked the everyday, run of the mill kind that only had about six or seven flavors. It made me nostalgic for my younger days when my mom would make us Easter baskets.
“Damn, girl, you taste like Easter and sunshine.”
She laughed as she dipped the loofa into the water and squeezed the body wash on it. “Easter, really? That’s a new one on me.”
Laughing, I relaxed back into the tub and closed my eyes, letting the warmth of the water envelop me. Soon I found myself being washed with such gentleness. The way my lady took care of me had a man thinking about love. That loofa not only worked to remove the dirt of the day from my body, but it also cleansed my soul. Nobody had ever cared for me like that, not even my wife, when she was alive.
“Get in with me.”
“Nope. I just got out of the shower before you came in. I am not putting my clean body in this tub with you and all this dirt and grime I just washed off you.”
“Well damn. It’s like that?”
“Yep! I am so serious, Baby. Don’t even think about pulling me into that tub or you’ll be using your hand to get off tonight.”