It had been a month now. A month spent in The Cook County Jail women's prison, on murder's row. Although Velma would never admit, she liked some of the broads here. They were tough, and she liked that.
The warden, Mamma Morton, was…interesting. Velma had a hunch that she was gay, but she wasn't positive. She'd gotten Velma Billy Flynn, Chicago's hottest criminal lawyer. She had a meeting with him this afternoon. She had no idea what this man would be like…probably just some greasy-mitt lawyer.
" So kid, do you know what your story's gonna be?"
" Sure Mamma. I blac ked out, I can't remember a thing. Now I'm going to go to my cell. Tell Mr. Flynn where I am when he gets here."
Velma arrived at her cell, flopping onto the small bed occupying one side of the small space. She sat, pulling her knees to her chest. She wanted out of the jail. The bastards had deceived her, they deserved to be dead. She should be working on her solo act.
" Mrs. Kelly? Billy Flynn. I'm here to discuss representation." Velma looked up, surprised at what she saw. He was handsome and put together, not at all the greasy-mitt lawyer she had pictured. She stood from the bed, walking over to where Billy stood at the open door.
" Of course. Nice to meet you Mr. Flynn, and call me Velma," she stopped, deciding to mess with him; to see if he was really the hard-ass, yet charming man he let on, " and, nice tie," she said reaching out to touch the dark red silk tie hanging around his neck. She straightened it some, then made sure to slide her long, red nails down his chest when she pulled her hand away.
This made Billy shudder inwardly, but he made sure to maintain his cool on the outside. His eyes skimmed first her dark, flawless features, then her voluptuous, curvaceous body. She was obviously a spitfire, but he could handle it. So she wanted to play?
He leaned into Velma, his lips dangerously close to the rim of her ear. " Thanks, and call me Billy…Velma." He pulled back in time to see her eyes flutter quickly, her pupils dilating. ' Ha, take that Ms. Kelly!'
This would definitely be interesting. Velma liked to mess with people, and she liked a challenge. Billy Flynn was a sure challenge.
" Well…should we go downstairs, to the mess hall?" It was empty this time of day, so talking would be easy and private. They made there way down the steps, to the large, empty room. Velma perched on the top of one of the tables, and Billy sat in a chair directly across from her.
" So, Ms. Kelly-
" Velma."
" Velma then…" He raised his eyebrow. This would be a fun case.
" Velma, wake up baby." Velma opened her eyes to Mamma Morton standing in front of her.
Velma gave a tired, irritated moan. " Oh….Mamma, what do you want?"
" Billy's coming in about half and hour. Don't you want to be ready?" Velma grunted in response, but she threw off the covers and sat up. Mamma left her cell and Velma stood to stretch, raising her arms in the air, back arched, breasts heavenward.
Billy. He was coming. Oh, Velma couldn't wait. There was an allure about him, something that Velma found incredibly appealing. He was suave and handsome, and he knew what the hell he was talking about.
Velma looked around her room. Billy had been representing her for a week, and already, she had tons of publicity. Her fans had started sending her flowers, chocolates, clothes, and perfume, among other things. With a dark, velvet blanket she received, Velma had portioned off one small corner of the room, which she used to change. Grabbing a silken dark red slip dress and matching robe, she headed behind the blanket to change.
While Velma was changing Billy arrived. Seeing her feet under the blanket, he sat on the bed to wait. He, like Velma, had become completely enamored in the short time they'd been collaborating on her trial. She was dark, and sexy, and smart. Billy sensed vulnerability beneath that hard as nails façade, and he wanted to break it down, and see that side of Velma Kelly.
Velma, walked from behind the blanket in the middle of sliding a strap up her shoulder. She stopped cold in her tracks upon seeing Billy on her bed.
He looked up, his eyes fixated on the beauty before him. Yes, he'd seen her in such revealing outfits, but none that did…well…that clung to her figure so perfectly. It was a simple dress, but he was mesmerized by the way the fabric fell against the graceful curve of her hip, and the deep red against her pale skin and dark hair.
Velma wasn't embarrassed to see him there, quite happy actually. There was nothing like catching a man off guard. She reveled in the look of sheer male appreciation across his face.
At first, it had simply been a physical attraction for Velma, but she found that she really liked Billy more and more everyday, and this scared the shit out of Velma. She'd just killed her husband. She wasn't supposed to have feelings for someone so soon.
Billy didn't get attached to, or involved with any of his clients, that was his rule, but had a difficult time following that rule when it came to Velma Kelly. 'Damn her' he thought. ' This is probably how she did everything in her life, breaking all the rules.'
" Hi Billy."
" Hi Velma…Mamma didn't tell you I was coming?"
" Oh no, she did, I just took longer to get ready than I thought I would I guess. How long were you waiting?"
" Not long."
" Good, next time, announce yourself some how will ya?" At his silence and contemplative look, she placed a hand on her hip, waiting for some teasing reply, like he always gave. But instead, he got up, moving behind Velma to snake his arms around her waist, placing his nose at the crook between her shapely shoulder and long neck. He inhaled her scent before replying.
"I thought about it," he whispered in her ear, "but I decided I like the element of surprise." Her knees buckled, and she leaned against him, her head on his shoulder. Billy turned her in his arms, laying one hand on the small of her back. Velma stared at his lips, willing them to touch her own.
Billy had something else in mind first though. One hand grabbed the smooth skin of her thigh while his mouth worked its way down her neck, and back up, trailing with his tongue. His mouth traced her jaw line, coming to stop and plant a delicate kiss at the edge of her lips. Velma shivered as his hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer, causing her spine to curve in response. Deciding that she'd had enough, she put her hand to the back of his head, pulling his lips to hers.
She parted her lips against his, and his tongue darted in, mingling with hers. It was passionate but tender, scaring Velma. She pulled back, her forehead resting on his. It felt wonderful to be in his arms, but…it was just too soon. The feelings rioting throughout her body scared her too much. She wasn't supposed to feel this way. Not right after the death, murder, whatever, of her husband.
Billy cupped her chin, pulling her mouth to his again. He had to stop this, but god, it felt so good, so right. Velma lost the last bit of restraint she had and gave into her growing physical need.
Hee...patience is a virtue. So, if you're patient, and you review that is...you'll get to see what happens next!