Predators
Thursday
Daryl glides through the streets of Kings' County watching the sunrise. The Captain assigned him single unit patrol to help him acclimate back to the department now that his undercover operation was complete. "Dixon, this is Dispatch. Bunch of kids are vandalizing out at those abandoned buildings."
"I'm on it," he radios back. He makes his way to the area driving through the surrounding blocks, side streets and finally alley ways. There are no kids in the desolate area. He turns to depart the area when a refraction of light flashes across the front windshield. He stops and glares to determine the source. Daryl exits the vehicle, shields his eyes with his hand and peers up at the second story windows. He is too far away to see Jake in the shadows recording his every move.
Once Jake reached Kings' County and asked around the information was clear. Merle and Daryl were the same person. More importantly-they are a cop. The FBI raid was not bad luck or a coincidence. Jake retrieves his burner phone. This payday is bigger than anything Dwight has offered.
Glenn drives to the station on auto pilot. He is still unclear on how things escalated so fast. He and Maggie work schedules were packed. They decided on a joint stay-cation at his place. He spent a glorious morning with his face buried between her thighs. While he started the shower Maggie placed a pizza order for delivery. She joined him in the shower and he had taken her from behind the way she liked-rough and relentless. They were snuggling on the couch when the doorbell rang.
He went to the bedroom to retrieve his wallet and she answered the door. The shouting was instantaneous, "Bitch, did you just show up at my man's house topless?" What the hell? "How long has this shit been going on? Glenn Rhee-bring your ass," Maggie's southern drawl called through the house.
Glenn ran toward the front door and he covered his mouth with both hands when he saw the normal delivery driver, shirt unbuttoned, breasts exposed holding a pizza. "I…sorry…I thought," she stammered. Before the next word could leave her mouth Maggie knocked the pizza from her hand and knocked her out cold. In all the commotion a neighbor called the department and an ambulance. The unconscious deliver girl left on a stretcher and Maggie left in the back of a squad car.
Michonne and Carl enter the courtroom. They arrange the stack of files for plea bargain on the desk. The proceedings were straight forward: Public Defender enters a plea of guilty, defendant affirms, Assistant District Attorney recommends sentence. Michonne takes a seat at the desk and Carl sits behind her in the first row just to her left with all the supporting documents.
Public Defender Mike Owen enters the courtroom in a crisp navy suit with a matching striped tie. He glances at Michonne longingly. She is wearing a cactus orange sheath dress with ¾ sleeves and a modest slit at the back of the dress. He arranges his files while the court recorder and bailiff prepare for Judge Blake to begin proceedings. Lori catches the new PD watching Michonne. She glances back and forth between the two. She did have a hot date. "Please stand for the Honorable Judge Blake," Bailiff Monroe announces.
Judge Blake takes the bench, "Please be seated," he announces. He reviews the docket. "To be clear, we have a series of plea bargains?"
"Yes, Your Honor," Mike and Michonne reply in unison.
He hoped for a trial to extend his time with Michonne but decides to be patient. He could learn a lot about how her mind works from what she was willing to plead and that would give him leverage to get her in his chambers and agreeing to his demands. If I could just touch her my dick will return to its former glory.
After two and a half hours they reached the final plea deal. "Case number 111T1217," the Bailiff announces. PD Owen interjects, "Correction, the final case is 111Z1712."
Michonne interrupts, "The Court is correct. The final case is 111T1217-Vandalism of public property. Case number 111Z1712 is sexual assault and our office is prepared to prosecute that case to the full extent of the law on the assigned trial date."
The defendant enters the courtroom in a mustard yellow jumpsuit and shackles. Mike leans over and speaks into the defendant's ear and all hell breaks loose. "You incompetent bastard! You said six months and community service." The defendant lunges at PD Owen and the Bailiff and other security personnel leap into action to subdue him and protect the PD.
Carl steps up and in front of Michonne like a human shield. She places a hand on his shoulder, "I'm fine."
"I know. Let's keep it that way," he speaks without moving.
Judge Blake bangs his gavel, "Order." Security jostles holding the defendant. "Return him to his cell. Court stands in recess and PD Owen I will see you in my chambers."
Mike looks down at the desk. I am going to have to beg for mercy on my first day in court.
Judge Blake forces PD Owen to wait outside his office for 45 minutes. It was a simple mix up. Sure not a good first impression but not detrimental Mike assures himself while waiting. "Mr. Owen come in and close the door behind you," the Judge instructs. Mike enters and turns to close the door. Judge Blake sits at his desk, never looking up and begins to speak. "Is this the level of incompetence I can look forward to on a consistent basis?"
Mike turns, "Your Honor I apologize profusely. Today was not indicative of my professional performance."
"You and I both know that is a lie," Judge Blake charges.
"I beg your pardon, Sir," Mike replies in shock.
"Your incompetence led you to Woodbury Chambers. Your failures have required penance. Your inability to perform simple professional tasks resulted in your tongue on my wife's body, your cock sliding over her plump lips and into her mouth, stroking the depths of perfect pussy and plunging deep in her wondrous hole. Your impotence as an attorney gives you but one function-deviant human sex toy."
Mike is violently shaking and sweating from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.
Judge Blake continues, "First, I am taking away your Woodbury privileges. No more vibrating toys or wet tongues in your ass and no more ball sucking. Second, I am assigning you a simple task: deliver ADA Anthony to me. She must be compromised and willing to agree to my demands. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir," Mike manages to choke out despite the hot bile in his throat. He rushes from the room, down the corridor, out the building and down the steps to his car. Once he is secure inside the car he screams in agony, loses all bowel function and shits his pants.
Sasha returns home from work excited. Tonight was date night. She enters her bedroom and finds a note next to her leather lingerie set:
This set is required clothing.
She laughs and turns on the shower. She emerges from her room fully dressed as the doorbell rings. Sasha swings the door open, "Hey Baby," she smiles up at him.
He grabs a handful of her ass and pulls her to him. She yelps in surprise. "Ready to go Sweetheart?" he flirts.
She swings her blue suede cross-body purse over her head, "I can't wait."
Daryl maneuvers them on his bike through the town streets before stopping at a quaint, old fashioned movie theater. They approach the single ticket booth. "Two for Disney's Beauty and the Beast," he requests retrieving his wallet from his back pocket. Sasha fans her eyes in a valiant effort to keep from melting into a puddle on the ground. He holds the door for her and leads her to the old-fashioned ice cream counter. He hands the tickets to the older gentleman dressed in black slacks, a crisp white collared shirt and a red and white striped vest. "Two Neapolitan soft serve cones please," he asks politely. They take their cones and Daryl holds the curtain for Sasha to enter the theater that seats a total of 50 people.
She leans over and kisses his cheek, "Why must you be so perfect?"
"Not even close, but I am trying for you," he smiles in response.
Rick pulls his Land Cruiser into the driveway and parks next to Michonne's R8. I like the feeling of coming home to her. She finally agreed to use the alarm code to let herself into the house. He enters the dark house, but there is no sign of her anywhere. No shoes, purse, files-nothing. He makes his way to the bedroom and bends over clutching his knees. Standing in the middle of his bed, her ebony skin kissed by the flickering candlelight is his goddess-Michonne. She wears nothing but his gun holster around her waist and a black baseball cap emblazoned in white lettering with the word: COLT. He cannot breathe or think.
"Guess who had a great day in court thanks to a spectacular, supportive man-me. I came to show you all my appreciation," she purrs. He nods but doesn't look up. "Rick, don't you want to see how wet I am or do you want to feel my wet folds against your amazing fingers; the way your knuckles brush against my swollen lips," Michonne moans deep from the back of her throat and caresses the inside of her dewy thighs.
He manages to stand straightening his back while his index finger and thumb rub against and around each other unconsciously. Rick lifts his head and his eyes devour her. The purple manicured toes, the toned legs, full thighs, her taut belly, the rock hard nipples of those glorious breasts-he feels the sex, crazed frenzy brewing deep in his balls. This may be the hard on that kills me.
Quick as a flash he snatches her down onto the bed by her thighs. "Rick," she gasps. He roughly unbuckles the holster and tosses it across the room and dives in face first. His lips and tongue are everywhere. Michonne spreads herself wide, "Take me…it is all for you," she declares raising her arms above her head and back against the mattress. Minutes or hours later, she's lost track of time, her orgasm hits like a thunderclap as her back arches violently and she collapses.
He looks up at her from hooded lids. Michonne's entire body glistens in a thin layer of sweat as she tries to breathe. He removes his clothes haphazardly and retrieves a condom before he flips her on her stomach. He spreads her open and slides in slow, "Damn it if this ain't the tightest, sweetest pussy," he hisses. Rick takes his time savoring every deep stroke. She gains her strength and her walls clamp down with an iron clad grip. She grinds to his stroke and soon he is pounding relentlessly.
"Love you and every inch of my big dick," she cries out.
"My sweet glorious pussy…Love you more," he roars before collapsing into an orgasmic heap.
Rick recovers enough to remove himself from Michonne. He is the bathroom when he looks down. His dick burst through the tip of the condom. "'Chonne," he calls. No answer. "Gorgeous," he enters the bedroom. He lies next to her and strokes her back tenderly. He lids flutter open. "We need to make an appointment," he directs.
"What…are you hurt…did we break your dick?" she is adorably post sex confused.
He laughs, "Not this time, but another condom didn't survive and I would feel better knowing everything is okay," he explains.
She snuggles into him and places a kiss over his heart. "I'll take care of it," she yawns.
"Aunt Carol," Carl calls through the house.
"Kitchen…dinner is almost ready, she responds without looking up.
"I need your help," he lowers himself onto the counter stool.
"What's up?" she asks while plating their dinner.
"We have this pizza party after work and I want to take Justice, but I think I need to ask her mom-right," his face is adorably perplexed.
Carol stops and looks at her nephew, "How did you grow up so fast?" her voice fills with pride.
He shrugs and she hands him a plate. While he shovels Mexican casserole down his throat she makes a call. "Hey Penelope…good…listen, my nephew would like to speak with you," she hands over the phone.
Carl clears his throat, "Ms. Washington, may I have permission to take Justice out for pizza and dessert. We will have supervision from the ADA Office and the Sheriff Department. Yes…home no later than 11:30 pm…It's a surprise. Thank you," he returns the phone to Carol and the ladies sort out the carpooling.
Carl receives a text from Justice: Carl's Hype Music: Shanice Wilson. Never heard of her. He laughs as he listens to the chorus…I like your smile.