Insatiable (10 page)

His teasing grin and the glint in his eyes told Kai that Ortiz was open to whatever she had in mind. Without a word, he got rid of the miniature plunger and eagerly followed her into the bedroom.

Kai sat on the bed looking Ortiz up and down and licked her lips as he sauntered over. Perhaps her eyes were deceiving her but she could have sworn his hips were swiveling as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Kai sure wished she had some stripper music on hand. He was a cutie with his curly dark hair. He was medium height—about 5’10”—not as tall as she liked her men, but she wasn’t proposing marriage, so what did she care?

Ortiz made a big production of flinging his shirt on the floor and then snatching off his undershirt. Kai nodded in approval as he revealed his broad, hairy chest and well-defined arms.

She pulled off her sweater and tossed it on top her vanity table. Ortiz kicked off his shoes and helped Kai pull off her boots. Kai unzipped her slacks and allowed Ortiz to ease them off. By the time he had taken off his pants, he was fully erect and she was moist. There was no need for kissing or fondling. All Kai wanted was some rock-hard dick.

She wiggled out of her panties, then tugged at the waistband of his boxers; he obeyed, quickly shedding them. Kai’s eyes zoomed in on his genitals and she liked what she saw. His cock was mid-sized in length and was as thick as hell in width. Not bothering to remove her bra, Kai laid back. She smiled and spread her legs.

“Damn,” Ortiz exclaimed. “You’re a sexy little bitch.”

She parted her vagina lips to reveal the sticky moisture produced by lust, then guided him to the center of her desire.

Kai moaned as he covered her body with his and pushed inside her. Hungry hands pulled him in deeper as she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together as if to trap him inside forever.

“Let’s do this my way, honey,” Ortiz suggested, stopping the momentum and unlocking Kai’s ankles. As he pulled out, Kai let out a whimper of protest. Ortiz moved to the edge of the bed and sat up. He motioned Kai to straddle him. Easing herself onto his slick thickness, Kai gyrated slowly. But Ortiz held her still with his strong hands.

“I got this,” he said sternly. As Kai sat atop him, he gripped her waist with both hands and moved her slim body in a circular motion.

Being rotated around a dick was a new sensation. Her breath caught as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and groaned in ecstasy each time she felt the friction created when her clit rubbed against the base of his dick.

“Oh my God,” she cried out. “Damn! Oh my God!”

“You like this, honey?” he asked, speeding up the pace.

“Love it,” she responded in a breathy whisper.

Ortiz suddenly changed the rhythm. He clutched Kai’s ass so tightly, she winced. He bounced her up and down the length of his pole, and then began alternating between the bouncing and rotating movement. Ortiz had total control and Kai didn’t mind at all. She threw her head back, grimaced in exquisite pain, and bit her lip to contain the building passion that threatened to explode.

“Hold on, honey; wait for me.”

“I can’t,” she wailed as her pussy muscles began to clench and unclench uncontrollably.

Ortiz waited for her spasms to subside, then pushed her off roughly and arranged her on all fours. Mounting her from behind, he grabbed a handful of hair and yanked her head back and forth repeatedly. “You like it when I pull your hair, honey?” he asked and smacked her ass hard before she could whimper the word,
“yes!”
Ortiz was a fabulous fuck; she could fuck him all night long. He thrust inside her quickly and deeply and until he, too, was satisfied. Afterwards, he collapsed in a panting heap at the bottom of the bed with his back to Kai.

Needing to be close to the man who had just given her exactly what she needed, Kai scooted down and caressed the back of his neck and then worked her hand up to his head. As her fingers glided through his curls, Ortiz shifted his position, moving away from her touch.

Before Kai could process the meaning of his body language, Ortiz sat upright and streaked off to the bathroom.

The sound of the toilet flushing after he urinated was followed immediately by the sound of running water and vigorous scrubbing.

Kai scratched her head in bewilderment, then decided Ortiz had a hell of a nerve rushing to her bathroom to wash away all evidence of her. What was his problem? she wondered and then chided herself for not using a condom. Shaking her head, she prayed she hadn’t been infected with anything.

Back in the bedroom, Ortiz dressed hastily. “One good turn deserves another, right?” he asked in his accent that now bugged the hell out of Kai.

“What are you talking about?”

“You know…” He grinned sheepishly.

“No I don’t,” she insisted, but began to slowly get the picture and definitely didn’t like what she saw. “Are you hinting for some type of payment?”

“I figured that was understood. Ain’t nothing free in this world…you know that. Right, honey?”

Kai’s breathing quickened; rage coursed through her. Unaware that she had bent down and picked up her boot, Kai looked surprised as she watched the boot zing toward Ortiz’ head.

He ducked.

“Get your slimy ass out of my apartment before I pick up the phone and scream rape.”

Ortiz walked to the door. With his hand on the knob, he said, “You played me, honey, but that’s okay. You made me think there was something in this for me, but…”

“Get out, you low-life scumbag,” she screamed. “How dare you…,” she began, but was silenced by the slamming door.

All she wanted was a good fuck. He should have been honored, yet he felt he had done her a service worthy of monetary compensation. Was he out of his fucking mind—or was she?

In dire need of a visit with her therapist, Kai picked up the phone to make an emergency appointment.

Using her shoulder to keep the receiver pressed against her ear, Kai twirled her hair nervously with one hand and with the other, she reached inside the nightstand drawer and groped around for the bottle of quickly dwindling blue pills.

“This is Kai Montgomery,” she whimpered to the receptionist. “I’m having a crisis and I need an appointment as soon as possible.”

Her migraine began the moment the piece of hair she’d been twirling separated from her scalp.

“Phone call, Terelle,” said the distorted voice over the intercom.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes, Miss Sally,” she said to the elderly woman whose hair she was combing. She didn’t expect a coherent response. The woman, blissfully unaware of the world around her, continued to mumble nonsensically.

Expecting a call from Marquise, Terelle dashed to the pay phone down the hall.

“Hello.”

“Good news, babe,” Marquise said.

A tremor of anticipation went through Terelle. “What?”

“I told my P.O. I had a job lined up, so he’s gonna pull some strings to git this shit cut off my ankle in a coupla days.”

“A couple of days? For real, Marquise?”

“Would I lie about my freedom?”

“Well, don’t you have to show some type of proof of employment?”

“Look, I’ll deal with that when the time comes. Right now I’m focused on gittin’ lit.”

“You’re kidding? I know you’re not about to smoke weed!”

“They won’t be checkin’ my piss no time soon. Dante is on his way over now—he’s gonna front me a half-pound ’til I git back on my feet.”

Terelle was speechless. Her head was spinning—she felt faint. Was she hearing Marquise correctly? Did he say he was planning to not only smoke weed, but also sell it?

“A half-pound?” she asked when she finally found her voice. “Marquise, have you lost your mind? What do plan on doing with that much weed? Please don’t tell me you’re thinking about hustlin’ again?”

“Yo!” he cut in. “We shouldn’t be discussin’ this over the phone. I’ll see you when you git home.”

Marquise hung up. Terelle listened to the dial tone for a few seconds and then moved uncertainly back to Miss Sally’s room.

The rest of the day was a blur. When she got into the elevator to go home, she was so deep in thought, she didn’t notice Mr. Hicks, the head of the Housekeeping Department.

“How are you, Terelle,” he said warmly. He was always nice to Terelle. She suspected he had a crush, but he’d never said anything out of the way.

“Hi, Mr. Hicks. I’m okay. How are you?”

Mr. Hicks shook his head. “You know how it is around here. People say they need a job, and then after we hire them, they start calling out. We have to write them up, suspend them…and inevitably, we have to fire irresponsible employees. I heard the Health Department is coming in tomorrow and I just don’t have enough staff to get all the work done around here,” Mr. Hicks said, wearily pressing his wrist upon his brow.

“There’s an opening in Housekeeping?” she asked coolly, trying to downplay her interest.

“Two openings,” he said, shaking his head woefully.

“Mr. Hicks, my fiancé really needs a job…”

“Isn’t your boyfriend in…” His voice trailed off. He knitted his brows in thought.

“My fiancé,” she said, correcting him. “Yes, Marquise was in jail.”

Terelle dropped her gaze, then forced herself to look up.

“But he’s done his time. He’s on house arrest and his probation officer says he can get released early if he has a job lined up…”

“Listen, I might be able to help you. The City is in the final stages of implementing a program to train and hire former inmates. Plant Operations and Housekeeping plan to design a pilot program. I can’t say how long this will take. But, why don’t you stop by to see me tomorrow; I’ll make some calls to see where things stand.”

Terelle thanked Mr. Hicks and actually gave him a hug, which caused the man to blush.

“Don’t thank me yet. I don’t know how this is going to turn out,” Mr. Hicks said.

“I’m just happy you’re willing to help us,” Terelle said as she stepped off the elevator.

She breezed over to the time clock, swiped her ID badge with visions of an extra paycheck brought into the home by her hardworking, and gainfully employed man.

As far as she was concerned, Marquise was already hired!

T
he experience with Ortiz had been jolting. A reminder that despite her beauty, class and family wealth, someone would always see through her—see the flawed and tarnished reality of who she really was. The kids at school knew:
Why does Kai look different? Shh! Her real parents didn’t want her, and so Dr. & Mrs. Montgomery were kind enough to adopt her.
Kenneth found out:
You’re so beautifully packaged, who would have guessed you’re psychotic?
And now Ortiz! A fucking Hispanic janitor had the audacity to expect her to pay for sex.

Kai needed time out. Time to lick her wounds. Her therapist advised her to check herself into Spring Haven, a pricey mental health facility.

Her father would have to concoct an acceptable lie for her employer. Kai had to move out of her residence because the memory of her encounter with Ortiz was entirely too painful. Therefore, her father would also have to handle the unpleasant task of breaking her lease and make arrangements for her to move. Hopefully daddy dear would see fit to place his loving daughter in a more expensive building—one that overlooked calming water as well as a sweeping view of the city’s skyline.

Aside from providing nurses who dispensed pills that made her forget there was no reason for her existence, Spring Haven was a joke. She saw the house psychiatrist every few days and his only interest was in finding out if she wanted him to switch her Xanax to Klonopin, stating that Klonopin had longer-lasting effects. No thanks; Kai loved her 10 mg. Xanies.

The social worker visited Kai’s room to discuss the outpatient care Kai would receive after she left the facility. At their first meeting, one glance at the woman’s cheap shoes with run-down heels informed Kai that this social worker was in no position to help her. Kai promised to have the woman fired if she ever bothered her again.

There were no real therapy sessions. The groups were ran by mental health technicians—total imbeciles who possibly didn’t even possess a GED, so Kai stayed in her room munching on the granola bars she kept hidden in a secret compartment inside her purse (she didn’t dare eat the food they served crazy people) and waiting for the next medication pass.

When her mind was clear, she cheered herself up by thinking about her college years. That had been a glorious time. On campus, far away from her lily-white, privileged community, she was viewed as beautiful—exotic. Not an oddball whose appearance had to be explained. Hungry for attention, she had taken advantage of her new identity and status, allowing both men and women to share her bed. It was fun, the power she had over those blithering fools. They had no idea that despite her father’s wealth and social status, she was perceived in her hometown as someone to be pitied—a poor little black girl who was given a handout by the kind and liberal Montgomerys. No one knew and her father would never admit that Kai was his own flesh and blood. And if she was as crazy as her parents thought her to be, they had only themselves to blame.

Most nights she drifted off to sleep in the midst of her favorite fantasy. A fantasy so dark she’d never shared it with anyone, not even her therapist. She loved to imagine herself hunting down and capturing her birth mother—the person she believed was most responsible for her fucked-up life. Kai was emotionally scarred, and those scars were the result of a lifetime of emotional torture. Thus, she’d torture her mother—physically. She’d burn her nipples with lit matches, use a razor blade to play tic-tac-toe on the woman’s fat Negroid ass, pull out her fingernails with pliers, and stick a hot-ass curling iron up her putrid pussy hole. Then she’d laugh at the black whore as she made one lame and desperate excuse after another for abandoning her child and leaving her with a white man who was too ashamed of her to even claim her as his own.

An eye for an eye.

It gave Kai shivers of delicious pleasure to imagine herself finally putting the bitch out of her misery. After hearing enough of her lies, she’d carefully aim a gun, then gleefully pull the trigger and watch the blood spurt right between her mother’s eyes.

On that note, the pills having taken effect, Kai drifted off into a peaceful sleep.