TYCE II (10 page)

“Oh shit Dallas, you scared the shit outta me!
Why are you standin’ there
?”

“Where you goi
n’ babe?” Dallas took a bite of

the juicy fruit.

Angelique stepped back a little, “I’m goin’ shoppin’ to pick up a few things.”

“Ok Ms. Solo, why didn’t you invite me?”

“Girl please, you know you hate grocery shoppin’ with a passion, so I didn’t think you’d wanna go.”

“
I woulda went if you woulda offered…I like you more than I dislike the grocery store…but go ahead without me. Oh can you pick up some more pears, this is the last one.”

Angelique kissed her on the lips, “
No problem
.”
“Will you be home in time to have dinner with me and Tyce?”

“
I should be;
it won’t take me that long to shop and run a few errands.”

“Ok, well I guess I’ll see you later then, oh, can you also grab some
Cool
Ranch
Doritos
?”

Angelique sighed, “Yesss Dallas.”

“I told ya you shoulda asked me to
go;
don’t get
all
testy with me.”
Dallas rolled her eyes slightly.

“I’m not getting’ testy, it’s not a problem to grab a few extra things.”

“
Ok,
t
hank you babe.”

“You’re welcome sweetie.”

Dallas finally let her pass and watched her trot up the hallway and down the stairs. She heard the front door close so she decided to look out her bedroom window to get a view of the circular driveway. Dallas continued to munch her pear while she watched Angelique jump into her car and speed off.

“The grocery store my ass.” She said with her mouth full. “Last time I checked Sway didn’t s
ack groceries or push buggies.”

             
Armando walked along the beach enjoying the subtle waves slapping against the shore. Seagulls swooped and dove all around the beach looki
ng for an early morning meal
. Several women were jogging in the sand while a few men enjoyed the view of their bouncing titties and asses. Armando spoke to a young blond beauty as she
ran passed
him
before taking out his cell phone from the pocket of his linen shorts.
The phone started
ringing, letting him know he had a text message. When he opened the message, he laughed as he read it. It was a solicitation for attractive mail order Hispanic brides, he couldn’t help but laugh at the ad, it featured young half dressed
Mexican girls. They appeared to be underage. “Fuckin’ perverts.” He commented before erasing the spam message. Armando returned to the task at hand, dialing the number he originally intended to. As he placed the call
he stared at the sail boats
bobbing
in the distance
, the tone sounded in his ear three times before she answered
.

“This is Pamela Adkins, how may I help you?”

“Yes, is this the private investigator service?”

“Yes it is.”

“Good good, well I’m calling because I need your help.”

“Ok, well what is the nature of your situation?”
Armando kicked the sand a little with his toes, “It’s my wife, I think she is cheating on me. Her behavior has been very strange lately and she goes missing for hours at a time. I haven’t spoken to her since yesterday
…I think she’s with someone else.”

“Well how do you know she isn’t in any danger, she could honestly just be missing.”

“No, I called her office and she did come to work today but she left early…Ms. Adkins I need to know what she’s up to…can you help me?”

“Well Mr….”

“Santos.” Armando answered quickly.

“Well M
r. Santos why don’t we meet Wednesday
at two, I assume you don’t want to risk your wife seeing me so why don’t you come to my office.”
Armando smiled, “That sounds perfect, is there anything I should bring with me?”

“A recent picture and basic information would b
e helpful. Make and model of her
car, place of employment, favorite hangouts, stuff like that.”
“Ok, I can do that.”
Armando responded kindly.
“Do you need my address?”

“No, I see it on your business card
.”

“Ok, g
reat, then I’ll see you Wednesday
Mr. Santos…I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me too, see you in a few days
.”

Armando hung up the phone and resumed his morning stroll on the beach. He put the card back in his pocket
and smiled to himself…
he w
as
be one-step closer to putting Tyce in th
e grave and ending this whole ridiculous
charade.

             
“Where’s Angelique?”

I asked Dallas as I
opened the fridge to get something to drink. It was nine o’clock at night and she wasn’t home.
“I don’t know where she is, you want me to call her?” Dallas leaned against the counter.

“Naw, I’ll text her in a minute.”
I took a drink of my
bottled water.

Dallas cleared her throat
as she walked over to me
.
She grabbed the bottle
and took a swig before she opened her mouth.

“I don’t get it.” She started.

“Get what?”

Dallas sighed, “I don’t get how Angelique could jus’ run up down the streets with all this shit goin’ on. You have enough to worry about without her comin’ up missin’ all the time.”

I licked my
lips and grinned at her. “Let’s go get somethin’ to eat.”

Dallas looked confused, “Did you jus’ hear me?”

“Of course I did, but let’s not talk about Angelique
…I wanna know if you will have dinner with me?”

Dallas put the water bottle on the table and put her hands on her hips, “You don’t care that she constantly comes up missing, is always at her club all times of night, and doesn’t seem to have time for you or me?”

I sighed heavily, “I trust her…and I’m hungry.

My girlfriend stood b
efore me in an awkward position,
should she press the issue or drop it and just enjoy our alone time. Her womanly experience kicked in as she remembered the worst thing she could do was reject a sincere offer.
I just wanted to be alone with her and I really was starving.

             
Dallas put her arms around my neck running her hands down the back of my
head.

“Ok, let’s forget I even brought it up.” She kissed my lips lightly, “Where ever you wanna go is fine with me as long as it’s not Indian food cuz
that mess gives me heartburn!”

I laughed a little, “How about Chinese?”

“Perfect.” Dallas smiled widely.

An hour
later,
we were in the parking lot of one of the best Chinese restaurants in the city. On th
e way there, I called and reserved a table
for two in a private section reserved for celebrities and such. If you had five hundred dollars
to spend
, in their eyes you were a celebrity. That is the price for a private Asian style meal in Los Angeles. Shit, when I was growing up five hundred dollars would have me eating for six months…how times have changed.

             
Dallas looked especially inviting wearing a short red skirt with red fish net stockings and a black
snug fitting blouse
. Her hair was flowing with soft curls whil
e her eyes came to life with colorful maroon eye shadow accents.

             
When we walked into the building, all eyes were on us as we were escorted to the back room. I was dressed in black and red also…we matched perfectly…we looked like a happy stylish couple.

Our hostess lead the way to our dining area, “Please have a seat, your waiter will be with you shortly.”

“Thanks man.” We sat down in our designated seats.

We looked at each other for what seemed like hours before we were politely interrupted by our waitress
.

“Hi, I’m Kayla, and I’
ll be taking care of you
. What will you two be drinking tonight?
”

“We’ll have a bottle of your finest white wine and some bottled water with a side of lime wedges.” I told the young lady.”

“Very well, and can I start your meal with any appetizers?”

Dallas’s eyes lit up, “Oooo, I’ll have the avocado veggie spring rolls.”

“That’s an excellent choice, I’ll be right back with your wine, water, and I’ll put your appetizer order in right away. Here are some menus for you to look over, take your time making your selections but know that
everything is absolutely delicious.”
“Thank you
Kayla
.” I said looking up at her.

She walked away briskly closing the glass door behind her. The room had about four small circular tables and oriental style decorations along the walls and ceiling. Small rectangle windows allowed a view of the main dining area, which was packed even though it was after ten at night.

I lowered my eyes and smiled at my date. “Take off your stockings.”

“Excuse me.” Dallas cocked her head to the side.

“I
said, take off your stockings.”

Dallas flashed a wicked grin as she caught on to my program. She stood up from her chair
and proceeded to wiggle out of her crimson fishnets. Dallas stepped out of her heels and slid the stockings over her feet, balled them up and tossed them on the white
tablecloth
.

“Come here.” I pushed my chair back to give her some room.

I unbuttoned and unzipped my black slacks freeing my dick from darkness
. I wasn’t wearing any underwear  because you never know when
something might jump off…a man must always be prepared for pussy.
It
immediately sprung
up like a player sitting on a bench that was just put in the game.

“I see somebody’s hungry.” Dallas winked.

I looked down, “He wants to know if you’re on
the menu
?”

“Always baby…always.”

Dallas came to me, swung her leg over my
thigh,
and took a seat on my waiting lap. She didn’t waste any time as she slid my stiff cock into her slippery canal. She exhaled deeply as her walls gripped the new occupant. Her
rhythm was slow at first but
her hips quickly sped up as she began riding me. I looked to the right and seen happy customers enjoying their dinner. They were having casual conversation while I was having casual sex.

“Damn this kinda shit turns me on!” Dallas grabbed my face kissing me hard.

“Me too baby!”

I pulled her mini skirt up a little higher and held
her gyrating booty in my hands, helping her fuck me. We bumped pelvises at a rapid
pace;
Dallas unbuttoned her shirt
, pulled her left breast
out of the bra and fed it to me.
I sucked on her nipple like a pacifier, nibbling on it tenderly with my front teeth. Dallas began to bounce on me and at the same time, she started to pant breathlessly.

“Fuck baby! Huh huh huh huhhh! Ooooo!”

“Your shit is slick
and
tight.” I bit her nipple harder this time.

With all the passion going on I almost forgot about Kayla. She walked in on us and stopped in her tracks holding a tray full of wine and crystal clear bottled water with fresh limes.

“Ummm ummm what ahhhh.” She stammered.

“Ahhh jus’ put it on the table sweetie.” I looked over at
her giving a reassuring smile.

“Ummm ok, well ahhh were you, I mean you look like you could use a minute to yourselves. Ummm, I could come back and ahhh, I mean.”

Dallas stopped bouncing and moved her hips in a slow grinding motion. She eyed Kayla seductively never stopping her
sexual movements for one second. Kayla hesitantly
approached us
placing
the water and wine on the
table;
she looked flustered yet surprisingly intrigued with the whole scene.

“Kayla.” I snatched her gaze away from Dallas’s left breast. “Can you bring the avocado veggie spring rolls out…I’m real hungry.”

Her eyes widened, “Ummm sure, yes yes, right away.”

“Thank you sweetie.”