What She Wanted (2 page)

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Two years ago…

“Hi, I’m looking for supervisor Brooks,” Kym told the
receptionist.

Fly-ass Kymber Devers was in a DKNY safari shirt dress
that day, rags really. Oversleeping and running late the very
first day of work had her on edge. Kym hadn’t figured into her
travel plans the bumper-to-bumper Monday morning traffic in
all four lanes of 76 East. She arrived on the 22
^nd
floor of the
KYW building with approximately two minutes to go before
she was late for her first day of work.

She had been celebrating too late into the night with a few
male friends at Champps Sports Bar in King of Prussia. The
Philadelphia Eagles had played a rare Sunday Night Football
game against the Dallas Cowboys, and no Eagles fan wanted
to stay in the house for the prime time match-up. Plus, what
better place was there to meet fine, young studs than at a sports
bar with $2 domestics and $.25 wings?

She didn’t know whether Brooks was a woman or man.
She’d hoped the latter, because who needed a jealous ass
female supervisor micro managing her every move. Imagine
her surprise when a tall, Philip Michael Thomas look-alike
walked toward her with his hand out.

“I’m Rick Brooks. And you are?” he asked.

They were expecting a new probation officer and a new
legal clerk at 8:30 am. He wasn’t sure whom he was staring
at as he held her hand, and gazed into her flawless face. The
officer would be his subordinate, so he hoped like hell that this
was the clerk.

“My name is Kymber Devers. I’m the new probation of
ficer.”

She couldn’t help but notice Brooks’ smooth chocolate skin,
baldhead and tight muscular physique. Her eyes couldn’t help
but dip low to check out the bulge in his pants. Kym couldn’t
believe she was looking at a hard dick in the office on her first
day at work.

Rick’s meat shrank at the thought of missing out on the
prime piece of pussy standing right in front of him. He sadly
stuck his hand out for a formal handshake.

“Well, Mrs. Devers, it looks like you’re going to be working
in my unit, so why don’t I introduce you to the rest of the crew,”
Brooks said.

“That’s Ms. Devers, but please call me Kym.”
Might as
well make it clear that I’m not married and definitely available
,
she thought to herself.

Paychecks and cash symbols danced in front of Kym’s eyes.
A fine ass supervisor, who already had a hard dick at the sight of
her; she couldn’t have asked for a sweeter deal. She was about
to make the most of her natural beauty, and what she added
on the operating table. They walked around the office, while
Brooks introduced her to their small unit of probation officers
and the other specialized units who shared the 22
^nd
floor.

“Kym, this is Tracy Johnson. She’s our senior officer in the
unit, and she can teach you everything you need to know about
County Probation. Tracy’s on our Warrant Search Team that
goes out with the local and county police to look for recent
absconders,” Brooks said.

Kym saw the flicker of lust in Tracy’s eyes when Brooks
walked up to her. She looked back and forth between them.
They both looked uncomfortable, and their smiles were
strained.
I know this nigga ain’t fuckin’ her
, Kym thought.
She
instantly hated Tracy on sight. It was purely petty and jealously
that made her detest Tracy, but what the hell? If her intuition
was telling the truth, as it always did, Tracy was the one thing
that might keep her from achieving her goal…Rick Brooks,
and climbing the ladder of nepotism.

Kym’s mother had always told her to keep her friends close
and her enemies closer. Right now, Tracy was the enemy, but
she faked it with the best of them. Kym smiled and engaged
in mindless conversation about the ‘female probation officer’.
She couldn’t wait to get Brooks alone.

“So, tell me Mr. Brooks, how I can get your job?” Kym was
sitting across from Brooks in his office, his massive mahogany
desk separating them. She wasn’t wasting time with the bullshit.
This nigga looked good; he was her supervisor, and she was
gonna take every fucking thing she could get from him.

“Well, I know how you can start moving in the right
direction,” Brooks said.

“Oh really? How might I go about doing that?” she asked.

“Well, it depends on how badly you want it, Mrs. Devers.”

“Again, it’s Ms. Devers, Mr. Brooks, and call me Kym,”
she stated once again.

“And you can call me Rick. So, tell me, how badly do you
want my job, Kym?” He was staring at her nipples through her
black and gold dress, and could feel his dick getting hard as he
stared at her gorgeous face.

She uncrossed her legs, and moved her dress up her thighs so
that he could see a hint of her pink thong. He instantly reached
down and massaged his dick. Kym saw his hand move down
into his lap behind the desk. She saw faint arm movement as
he rubbed his dick harder. She watched him as his eyes moved
from her breasts to between her legs as she spread them and ran
her finger along the thin strips of her silk thong.

“Rick,” Kym whispered.

He watched as she used one finger to move the strip aside,
and he saw her swollen pink pussy lips bust free. He saw her
bud of a clit growing with each stroke of her fingers.

“Rick,” she whispered again.

He was concentrating on his dick, which he’d taken out of
his pants. He spit in his hand and gripped the head, jerking it
up and down, squeezing and twisting it each time she stuck
multiple fingers into her darkness. Her fingers were wet and
slick from her own wetness, and he imagined her pussy juices
sliding up and down his shaft.

“Rick, don’t you think…” she began.

He didn’t hear a damned thing except her breathing, as she
moved her hips back and forth in the leather chair across from
him. Now her whole hand was damn near inside her pussy, and
he could see wetness on her thighs.

“Rick, don’t you think you should close the door?” she
asked.

He snapped to attention as if he suddenly remembered
where they were. His hard dick was painful, and Kym was in
the process of masturbation as he watched. He stood up quickly,
and his dick sprung from his hand. He never took his eyes off
Kym as he stumbled over to the door and locked it.

“I promise you, Kym, that in one year I’ll make you a
supervisor.” As he said the words, a face flashed in front of his
eyes, but he pushed the image away. He walked over to the
chair with his dick in his hand, and lust etched in his eyes.

“Tell me what you’re willing to do to make that happen,”
Kym said.

Rick didn’t care what he had to do. At that moment, he didn’t
even have the powers to promote her to anything. He couldn’t
even promise her that she’d pass her 180-day probation. But
fuck that, he didn’t care about too much else other than his
throbbing dick, and the thought of shooting semen down her
throat or straight up in her pussy.

“Tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll make it happen,
Rick,” she purred at him seductively, her fingers lost in a sea of
frothy, ecru orgasm resting between her thighs. She had him
shaking in his $2,600 gators like a schoolboy.

Rick stepped out of his Brooks Brother’s pants and sat
down in his chair, his eleven-inch black sword sticking straight
up in the air.

“Come eat it,” he said.

CHAPTER 3

L
ate Friday night, Kym wasn’t finished after she jumped
off Diesel’s dick. She drove the Charger home to her
twin home in the West Oak Lane section of the city on Alice
Street and parked in back. Chirping her Brink’s alarm off with
a keychain remote, she opened the security door and whooshed
inside. No, it wasn’t South or Wild, Wild West Philly
which
were more like modern day Iraq, but Philly was still one of the
major crime capitals of the US; right up there with Camden,
New Jersey and Detroit, Michigan. She clicked again to reset
the alarm as she ran up the stairs to her bedroom and dropped
her vintage Louis Vuitton, one of her first gifts from Brooks,
on her bed.

Her pink BlackBerry Curve 8330 cell phone belted out
Beyonce’s
Single Ladies – Put A Ring On It
, and she pushed
talk at the familiar ring as she dashed into the bathroom.
“What’s up, Trick?” she asked.

“That’s Mrs. Trick to you, bitch,” was her friend’s retort.

Tracy was a former probation officer, who mysteriously quit
her job to start a home healthcare business two years ago. Kym
never understood the notion of leaving a good government job
to gamble on striking up a new business at home. And Tracy
was so secretive about it.

Kym and Tracy were pretty tight, at least in Tracy’s estima
tion. Kym had become indispensable when Tracy’s boyfriend,
Rick Brooks, dumped her out of the blue last year and crushed
her heart. Kym told Tracy everything, sparing little detail of her
raucous and varied sex life with the men on her caseload.

Tracy was probably cooking dinner for the week while
checking homework, and practicing some sexy moves for her
new boyfriend when he got home from work. The bitch did it
all and still looked like a model, even after giving birth to four
children.

“Okay, I hear it in your voice, Kym. Who is he this time? And
wait, does he have a job, or is he fresh out of the penitentiary,
as usual?” Tracy asked.