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Thursday
Gideon had not slept or eaten properly since the DA's press conference. Kings' County never experienced scandal and he was determined to expose every detail and all the major players. Every public legal office was sealed tight. His failed attempts at 'Mike Wallace' style ambush interviews were embarrassingly pathetic. The responses fell into two categories: blank stares or harsh-no comment. Almost without fail all staff members of the various departments refused to return calls or e-mails.
There were two exceptions that requested to remain on background only; court recorder, Lori and PD Owen. They were obviously trying to sabotage the victim. The most reprehensible action Gideon had witnessed in some time. His online research and public records request led him to Woodbury LLC and Andrea Blake. She did not spend time in Kings' County. Her life centered in Atlanta. Time to pack for a road trip.
Jesus had a hunch and the payoff was huge. He used the information from Carl and Aaron on Woodbury LLC to track the building using architecture firms. He requested copies of plans, permits and payment invoices. Sasha reviewed his results and scheduled a meeting with the DA's office and KCSD to review his findings. He was a nervous wreck. Jesus preferred to play a supporting role and she was forcing him to take the lead. His office line rang, "Rovia," he greeted.
"I know you don't want to do this but you are going to make a difference," Xavier reassures him.
"How…" Jesus responds in awe.
"I know because you are humble and the best version of humanity I have ever met," he brags.
"Remind me to call and thank Mami Chita for you," he teases.
"I need to prep McCreeper for court…Be brilliant," Xavier disconnects the call.
"You asked to see me Captain," Rick greets walking through the open door.
"Please, close the door behind you," he requests. "I reviewed you latest evaluation on your trainee. Exceptional is high praise from an officer of your caliber."
"Sir, the cases and circumstances we have managed are out of the ordinary and she not only keeps up but offers invaluable insight and initiative."
"You think she can handle early graduation?"
Rick is shocked, "I didn't think we had an opening?"
Morgan does not respond and his face does not offer a clue.
"Yes, I trust her with any of our lives," he answers honestly.
The Captain nods, "Good…How are you?" he switches gears.
Rick is silent, "She is back at work…she's okay so I am okay."
"Glad to hear it…I cannot afford to lose an exceptional officer. Thanks for your time," Morgan nudges the meeting to a close.
Rosita was scheduled to attend the Investigation meeting but the Captain called her in. Rick was busy coordinating the sting operation so Daryl volunteered to attend in her place. His dick was thrilled. He entered Sasha's office twenty-five minutes early and was greeted eagerly by her assistant. "Officer Dixon…oh my…I thought Rosita was coming," Beth fidgeted with her hair and clothes. He is so dreamy!
"Sorry to disappoint. She was called into a meeting. I am the substitute," he smiles.
She giggles wildly, "Ms. Williams is on a conference call. Can I get you something," she searches through her desk drawers. "I have snacks or I can go to the Break Room," she rambles.
"No thanks-I'm good," he replies. Everything I need is behind that door.
Lori was beyond bored. The first few days at home were a treat but she was quickly running out of things to do. Plus, everyone seemed to get re-assigned. She starts to wonder what is taking so long. She needs to know what is going on. She dials an unfamiliar phone number, "Hey Spencer," she greets with faux cheeriness.
"Wow, how are you," his voice fills with excitement.
"Bored stiff," she answers honestly. "I thought we could catch up," she offers.
This is my chance. "Sure, how about Ms. Eva's today…I go back to work tomorrow," he explains.
Lori hesitates-she has no choice, "Sure, I will meet you there," she reluctantly responds.
"Great…I am really looking forward to it," he returns earnestly.
Sasha finishes her conference call and hears her favorite voice. Okay, now I am hallucinating. She sighs and gets up to prep for the team meeting. She pulls items from the tall file cabinet when the door behind her opens. "Beth, do you have the packets ready?" she does not turn around.
"I have a package for you," Daryl whispers in her ear pressing his every hardening shaft against her ass.
Sasha grips the cabinet, "Shit…Baby, do not move," her entire body vibrates.
Daryl grips both of her breast roughly, "Do you have any idea how badly, how deeply I need to be buried in your sweet ass pussy?"
She gasps and trembles, "Please…I am begging you," she whimpers.
"Begging me to fuck you or eat that pussy like a starving man?" His hands travel down her body and yank her dress up above her waist.
"Please…Dear God," she whines.
Daryl spins her around, drops to his knees, pulls her panties to the side and sucks her protruding clit ferociously. He refuses to let up. He watches her begin to fall apart. When her lips part he reaches up placing his forearm in front of her mouth. She bites down on him as her orgasm knocks her back against the cabinet. He licks and laps every inch of her until there is nothing left.
Sasha stumbles to her desk and collapses in her chair. "How did you get in here," she stutters in a daze.
"Substitute for Rosita," he cleans his face with a bandana from his back pocket.
"Wait, you are coming to the meeting?" her voice raises.
Daryl smiles wickedly, "Would you like me to sit next to you or across from you?"
Sasha picks up her phone and dials, "Hey…I need the location of a sound proof closet near my office," her eyes never leave his face.
Justice and America wait in the chairs of the school's front office dressed in modest rompers that enhance every curve. They received their third dress code violation for 'distracting attire' and their parents were called. "This will be epic," America announces in awe.
"This will be brutal and whatever dart board or voodoo doll of my mother they keep in the staff room is going to get plenty of use," Justice responds while rolling her eyes.
"I'm sorry but I love her. I told my dad to let her do all the talking," she snickers.
"Like he has a choice," she quips.
The door swings open and Penelope Washington crosses the threshold removing her sunglasses and placing them inside her olive green leather Tahari purse tucked into her elbow-Miguel follows behind. She looks to the side, "You Girls okay?" she asks tenderly. They nod in affirmation. Penelope turns to the front counter; "I need to speak with Vice Principal Cole, please," her voice is stern and sharp.
The office clerk rolls her eyes, "She is not available but I have the detention paperwork for you to sign," attempting to take charge.
Penelope takes a deep breath, "May I speak to an administrator," she requests. Miguel looks at the Girls and mouths, "Let's get ready to rumble."
"Look, just sign the forms. They know the rules…why are you always so difficult," the office clerk snaps.
"I beg your pardon…to whom do you believe you are speaking to? You are the office clerk. You have a role in the office but not one ounce of administrative authority. At this point you can get up and out of the chair and find an administrator or I will call the Director of Secondary Education at the district office," Penelope claps back in a professional tone.
Malcolm Hamilton has listened to enough. He approaches the front counter extending his hand, "I am Mr. Hamilton, new Dean of Students. How may I help you?" he smiles politely.
Penelope shakes his hand, "These young ladies will not receive detention. It is not their job to alter their attire to make boys behave or pay attention…and if you want to help-change the policy," she retorts.
"You are absolutely right," he replies. He turns to Justice and America, "Ladies, I apologize. This will not happen again."
"Thanks," America and Justice utter in shock.
He turns back to Penelope, "Mrs." his voice lingers.
"Ms. Washington…Penelope," she finishes.
"Here is my card…please, do not hesitate to call if I can be of any assistance," Malcolm offers sincerely.
She places the card in her purse and retrieves her sunglasses, "Thank you." Penelope turns to the Girls, "You good?"
They nod and she faces Miguel, "Don't even start," she chides through laughter.
"What…can I buy Cassius Clay a shaved ice?" he banters.
"Shut up, but yes you may," she replies as they exit the office. Malcolm watches her leave. Now that is a formidable woman.
Bang-Bang-Bang! Abe looks at his front door and checks the time. He was not expecting anyone and it is late. He pushes himself off the couch and peers into the peephole-Rosita. He swings the door open, "What brings you around?"
"I am in a fabulous mood and felt like some dick. You down?" she exclaims shamelessly.
He points toward his hallway, "Second door on the left," he directs. Abe enters the room and stands at the foot of the bed. He limbers up by twisting at the waist and stretching his back and arms. I will redeem myself.
Rosita strips down and climbs on his bed with her back against his headboard and her legs spread wide. He looks her over, "Nice bush," he compliments before inserting his tongue into her wet hole. She leans he head back enjoying his strokes. Damn, he does like a full bush. She sighs and moans widening her thighs to give him a better angle on her clit. Her orgasm sneaks up unexpected, "Ooh shit," she exclaims. Her thighs slam shut against his head and she rolls on to her side jerking and twitching.
"Ugh…shit" is his muffled response.