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Holding her hands to the rocking bed, Jonathan pumped Emma hard, his girth expanding inside her.
“Ah.” She released a tiny gasp as Jonathan’s sweat dripped on her pink nipples.
“Um.” He raised her leg, jamming his cock deeper.
The women stood quiet around the dimly lit room, their eyes locked on the master bed.
“Ooh, make me come.” Jonathan rolled his pelvis against Emma’s damp crevice. “Make me.”
Emma moaned, her pink body dotted with redness and her blonde hair spread over the pillow.
Jonathan thrust, easing the tightness in his member. “Now, damn it.” He pressed her hands into the lavender sheets. “I’m coming. Oh!” He arched his back, roaring with his arms spread.
“Oh.” Emma trembled, screeching as wetness escaped her soft folds, dampening him.
Jonathan rolled off her, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.
Emma glanced at him with her fat nipples still erect, her mouth begging for a kiss she shouldn’t have expected. “How was I, Jonathan? Did I please you?”
He sat against the headboard with his legs wide, stroking his exhausted dick. “Could’ve used more movement in your hips.”
“Forgive me.” She rose on her elbows, her breath blowing her hair from her face. “We can do it again. I want to please you.”
“Not tonight.” He curled his arm under his head, resting on the pillow. “Go.”
“Are you sure?” She touched his six-pack.
“He said he’s done.” Shauna stood from the upholstered chair in the corner. “Go. All of you.”
The women bowed and left the room.
Shauna tossed Emma her nightgown as she got off the bed.
“Goodnight, Mistress.” She slunk to the door, head low. “Goodnight, Jonathan.” She left.
“She’s horrible.” Shauna crawled into the bed and between Jonathan’s thighs. “Like a dead fish.” She kissed his sweaty belly button. “Must be pure torture being inside her.”
“Be nice.” He played with her hair, smiling. “Not every woman is as gifted as you in the sheets.”
“I am, aren’t I?” She licked the patch of hair over his crotch. “Why waste your time with girls when you have a woman?”
“There’s something I wanna show you.” Jonathan went to the closet and got the box from the top shelf.
“What is it?” Shauna propped on one elbow, her hair hiding one shoulder.
“You’re so sexy.” He laid the box on the bed but remained standing.
“Why don’t you show me how sexy I am?” She pointed to the box, licking out her tongue. “Is that for me?”
“No, but you’ll appreciate it, anyway.” He opened the box and took out a tiny bottle of liquid.
“What is this?”
“It’s power.” He handed her the bottle. “In that bottle is control.”
“What are you talking about, Jonathan?”
“That’s the drug I’ve been working on for the last four years. Got it in from the lab in Columbia this morning. I call it, ‘Jonathan’s Web’.”
Shauna gaped, staring at the bottle.
“You can’t smell it, see it, or taste it.” He smirked. “I didn’t think I’d figure out the right combination of herbs but I did. The base of the main ingredient are the flowers from the borrachero tree.”
“The who?”
“It’s a tree in South America made of hallucinogenic chemicals. You can inhale it, drink it, or eat it without even knowing. It can take your memory, your soul, even change the way you feel about someone.”
“Is this for real?” Shauna panted. “This medicine is a mind-altering drug?”
“Not mind-altering, mind-changing.” He kissed her hand. “Give enough and you can get anyone to believe what you want. Wipe away their memory and their emotions.” He took the bottle. “Full control over them.”
“And, it works?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Jonathan, this is amazing.” Shauna cackled, clasping her hands. “What on earth are you gonna do with this?”
He smiled, daydreaming of Dee. “The possibilities are endless.” He put it back in the box. “Remember, this is our secret.”
“Don’t worry.” She lay back, winking. “I’m loyal to you to the end and beyond.”
****
The next day, Dee and Connie arrived at the chaotic scene in Nelda’s front yard after getting another call concerning Grayson.
“Get off me!” Grayson tussled as two male officers pulled him from the house. “My lawyer’s gonna make sure you pay for this.”
“What the hell?” Connie sighed.
“Jesus.” Dee yanked off her seatbelt and jumped out the car. “Grayson!” She stomped toward him, waving fists. “What the hell is your problem? You just made bail this morning, and this is what you do?”
“This fucked up police department is my problem.” He pushed one officer to the grass. “I’m not going anywhere until that bitch in there takes back her lies.”
Dee waved off the male officers. “I’ll handle this. Grayson, you have no business being here.”
He whipped his head from her direction and focused on Connie.
“Grayson, what’s going on?” Connie asked.
He huffed and puffed, sweating. “I came to get answers.” He pointed to the front door. “I wanted to know why she lied on me because you two don’t care.”
Dee inhaled. “Grayson—”
“I want him gone.” Nelda came out, holding a bat. “Get him off my property!”
“Ma’am.” The uniform officers ran toward her.
“Put the bat down,” the blond cop with the pimply forehead said. “Now.” He snatched the bat.
“You know what you did,” Nelda shouted at Grayson, the cops holding her back. “You hit me, you coward.”
“I didn’t do shit to you.” Grayson lunged at her, Dee and Connie blocking him. “I never laid a hand on you. This is the first time I’ve met your ass.”
Nelda hopped while the officers held on to her. “You hit me and killed Autumn.”
“Stop it both of you,” Dee shouted. “Grayson—”
“She’s lying, Dee.” He grabbed her. “I wouldn’t hit a woman and I sure as hell wouldn’t kill anyone.”
“Your actions make it hard to believe you.”
“I still love you.” He let her go, panting. “I wouldn’t hurt anyone no matter how angry I get.”
“I’m tired of you singing that song then you do stuff like this,” Dee said. “I don’t know what the hell to believe but your ass shouldn’t have been here in the first place. Arrest him.”
“Arrest me?” Grayson turned left and right as the officers charged him. “Wait, a minute!”
They both grabbed him by the arms.
“I’m innocent!”
“Calm down,” one officer warned as they dragged Grayson to the police car on the street.
“Dee, you’re making a mistake!” He dug his heels into the grass as the officers got him to the car. “No!”
Dee turned, tearing up from the sight.
“This is wrong, Dee,” Grayson yelled through the back window. “Nelda’s lying!”
The officers drove off with Grayson screaming.
“Are you okay?” Connie asked.
“No.” Dee rubbed her temples. “The last thing I am is okay.”
****
Winston tapped on the bars of Grayson’s secluded jail cell an hour later.
Grayson jumped from the thin padding on the bed, yellow jumpsuit twisted at the waist. “What the hell is this?” His hair stood up , and he had lint in his goatee. “I’m definitely in hell. Got a visit from the devil himself.”
“Drop the attitude.” Winston leaned against the chipped bars, doing his best to block out the urine stench. “You must like it here.” He grinned. “You keep coming back.”
“Fuck you.” A line of spit fell from Grayson’s bottom lip. “And, fuck Deidra too.”
“Well, fucking Dee is something you’ll never do again.” Winston smiled. “That’s why you’re so mad.”
“As if being thrown in this shitty cell isn’t enough of a reason to be pissed? Don’t pretend you care about me.”
“I don’t. I care about Dee.”
Grayson’s eyelids lifted under his fuzzy eyebrows.
“This is killing her, Grayson. She didn’t wanna arrest you.”
“For someone who doesn’t wanna do it she sure is good at it.” He paced in white socks and black flip-flops. “Why are you here?”
“I believe you.”
Grayson squinted. “Why?”
“You’re an asshole and a pain in my dick but you’re not a killer.” Winston shrugged. “Wanna tell your side of the story? I’m listening.”
“I never heard of Nelda until she told Dee that Autumn’s neighbor claimed I was snooping around the house. That wasn’t true. And, today is the first time I laid eyes on Nelda.” He ran his hands through his hair from the back to the front. “I don’t know what the hell’s going on.”
“Someone should look closer at Nelda then.”
“Who? Dee’s eating every lie she tells so she won’t do it.”
“I’ll do it.”
Grayson gaped. “You serious?”
“The homicide I’m working on has stalled, so I got time. Won’t take much effort to check into Ms. Nelda North and learn a little more about her.”
“You mean it?” Grayson rushed toward him and grabbed the bars. “Thank you. I’d appreciate this.”
“Just remember...” Winston stepped away from the bars, grimacing. “You owe me.”