~Chapter 1~
The alarm went off and I groaned while reaching over to hit the SNOOZE button.
“Damn.” I said getting out of bed.
As my usual routine, I turned the TV on, turned to channel 2 and waited to see what Atlanta rush hour traffic would have in store for me.
“We go now to Karen Minton with your weather.” Fred Blankenship said on the television.
I shook my head.
“Makes no sense how fine that man is.” I said walking into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
It was supposed to be cool that day, a nice November day. I turned the shower on, just as I heard that all lanes were blocked on GA-400 due yet another accident.
I stepped inside, stood there and let the water beat on my back. I had pulled a muscle the week before from moving and the hot water was a God-sent to my body. In my mind, I mentally planned over the events of the day. I had a 9:00 meeting with a probation officer who was scheduled to testify that Friday in a murder trial. I had lunch scheduled with a college colleague of mine who was in town for a woman’s conference. Finally, I had a 3:00 conference phone call with the mayor and police chief.
It was going to be a long day. I didn’t sleep well, kept tossing and turning, this case I was trying kept replaying over and over in my mind. I was the assistant district attorney and I was on one of the biggest cases of my career. This was a ‘make or break case’. A 25-year-old black male was on trial for the kidnapping and murder of his 4-year-old stepdaughter. He was on probation at the time of the murder, and his alibi was airtight, only problem was, his DNA was on the murder weapon and at the scene. His probation officer was schedule to testify that he was a problem probationer, a repeat offender and had a long violent history. However, what kept me up was the court-appointed public defender who was cocky, arrogant and sneaky as hell. He had managed to almost out maneuver me every step of the way. It worried me. I was two years in for the ADA’s office and I was not about to lose this case.
I poured my travel mug full of coffee and grabbed my Michael Kors and my briefcase, a gift from my sorority sister Leah, the one I was meeting for lunch.
“This is Keela.” I said on my car Bluetooth.
“Ms. Wallace, Officer Dawgly called and advised that he has intake today, wanted to know if he could reschedule.” My assistant, Cherie said.
I sighed.
“Reschedule for when?” I said with an attitude as I sipped my coffee.
“He asked if you would call him and you two could speak about it.” She said.
“Ok, can you put me through to him?”
“Yes ma’am, please hold.” She said cheerfully.
I waited at the stop light as the phone rang to the probation officer’s state cell.
“This is Officer Drell Dawgly with the Richmond County Probation Unit. I am unavailable to get to my phone, please leave me a message and I will return your call as soon as possible. Thank you.” The voicemail said.
I waited for the beep.
“Officer Dawgly, this is ADA Keela Wallace. My assistant informed me you needed to reschedule our meeting, please give me a call so we can discuss a better time. We do need to meet so I can prep you for Friday. My number is 404-555-5521. Thank you.” I said before pushing the ‘end call’ button.
I took the back roads to my office, didn’t make a difference. Atlanta traffic made you lose and gain your religion all in one commute.
Forty-five minutes later, I walked into my office.
“Hello Keela.” Frank said.
I smiled.
“Hello Frank.”
“How are you this lovely morning?” he asked with his slight British accent.
“I am well…. loaded, but I am here.” I said while taking my suit jacket off.
“David and I are having a dinner party this weekend, can you come?” he asked.
I sat down at my desk.
“Uhhh…. Let me check my schedule and I will let you know by tomorrow evening.” I said looking up at him.
“Fair enough. You know David adores you.” He said referring to his husband.
“I know and I adore him.” I smiled.
He closed my office door, allowing me a moment to adjust my 40-DD breasts into my Lane Bryant black lace bra, adjust my matching black lace thong (,) and tuck my ruffled blouse into my pin-striped pencil skirt. I smoothed the wrinkles out, slipped on my 4-inch heels, checked my makeup on my compact and fingered my 22-inch Brazilian weave. I was ready for the day.
“Knock knock.” Cherie said walking in.
“Hello.”
“Here are the briefs you wanted and did you call Officer Dawgly?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Is he white or black?” she asked.
“I don’t know, never met him, his voicemail said “Drell” so I am assuming he is black.” I said logging in the computer.
“Ok, well…. hopefully he is…”
“Don’t start with that dating stuff” I warned.
“I won’t say anything.”
“Let me know when he calls back. I need to get him in here.” I said.
“Will do.” She said exiting my office.
I spent the morning, going over case law, prepping and trying to get ready for the trial.
“Ms. Wallace, Officer Dawgly is on the line.” Cherie said.
“Patch him through.”
I waited for the beep.
“This is ADA Wallace.” I said while typing an email.
“Hello Ms. Wallace.” The voice said.
I stopped typing.
“Hello.” I said back.
His voice was deep, smooth like fucking velvet.
“I apologize for this morning.” He began.
“It’s no problem.”
“With intake today, my day is full.” He said.
“Okay…. Uhhh…. I…. I understand”
“What time do you leave the office?” he asked.
I looked at the clock.
“Usually like 5:00” I replied.
He made a sound, as if he were reading something.
“Is it possible for me to come around 4:45?” he asked.
I paused.
I hated working late and I hated being in the office after hours, alone.
“Yeah, I will be here.”
“Ok, I know it’s an inconvenience.” He said.
“It’s ok.”
“I will see you then Ms. Wallace.”
“Ok, goodbye.” I said pushing the ‘end’ button.
“Did you hear that voice?” Cherie asked, peeking her head in my office door like a child.
“GIIIIRRRRLLLLL” I laughed.
“Goddamn, he sounds good,”
“I know, which probably means he looks like a hobbit.” I said.
We both laughed.
“He will be here later today, so…. We shall see.” I said.
She smiled.
“Ms. Wallace’s office.” She said answering her Bluetooth and walking out.
~Chapter 2~
I hopped out my black Tesla S and walked into the Buckhead Italian restaurant. As usual, the men outside stopped and took notice. I don’t care what society said, I haven’t met a straight man alive who didn’t appreciate my curves. I was a secure plus size woman. I have my mother’s booty, the round pillow-type kind. The kind grown men fell asleep on, sucking on their thumb. I have that ass that made you want to commit a misdemeanor and slap it when I walked by. Luckily for me, I have the breasts to match it. My DD’s are round firm and soft. I love having them out whenever the mood hits me.
“Hello lovely.” One man said opening the door for me.
“Thank you.” I said winking at him as I walked inside.
I looked around the restaurant and immediately spotted Leah. She always wore something bright and happy.
“Hey chica!” I said walking up.
“KEELA!!” she squealed causing people to look up at us.
“I missed you.” I said hugging her.
“God, you look amazing.” She said.
“Thank you.”
“Love the purse.” She said.
“Thank you darling.” I said removing my Coach sunglasses.
“So, how the hell are you?”
“I am fantastic.” She smiled.
“How is Eric?”
“Gone…. long gone honey.” She rolling her neck.
I smiled.
“What happened this time?” I asked.
“He just wasn’t my type after all.”
“Let me guess…. amazing in bed, but a fucking lazy-ass mama’s boy?”
“Yeah” she sighed.
I shook my head as the waiter walked up.
“Can I do an iced tea?” I asked.
He nodded.
“I will do a lemonade.” She smiled handing the menu back.
“So…. we are both single…. the world should look out.”
“Hell yeah, single and ready to ride.”
I laughed.
“I am so serious.” She said.
“I feel you…. Steven isn’t cutting it anymore.” I admitted.
She threw her hands up and sighed.
“Lord have mercy; bitch, did you name your vibrator?” she asked.
I nodded,
“Guilty.”
“Steven…. That is so fucking sad Keela.” She said.
I shook my head.
“I know, but in my position I spend so much time at work, I haven’t had time for a real relationship.”
She shook her head,
“Then get you a FWB”
I sipped my iced tea which had just arrived.
“I thought about it.”
“Don’t think about it, do it.” She said, her eyes getting bigger.
“I miss sex.”
“Leah, we are not about to sit here and spend our lunch talking about sex.”
She laughed.
“You mad cause you aint getting it, I plan to ride somebody before I leave Atlanta.” She said looking around the restaurant.
“Bitch, you be careful…. you know it ain’t called ‘Hotlanta’ for nothing.” I said laughing and tilting my head to the side.
After lunch, I went back to work and found myself sitting in the office, staring out the 10th floor window. Looking down below, I watched people come in and out of the building, the clouds were getting dark, rain would be coming. I slipped my heels off, sitting back in my chair, replaying the conversation I had with Leah in my head.
I was thirty-three years old. Single. No kids. I was the middle child of three, both brothers. My parents lived in New York, vacationed in Florida during the winters. My dad was a retired Air Force commander. My older brother, Calvin was a teacher. My younger brother, Corey was an emergency room doctor in Miami. I had an active social life, mostly surrounding work. My love life was in a coma. My last real relationship was with a store manager, Trevon. He was sweet but he could not wrap his head around the fact that I made more money than him. I refused to apologize for my ambition or drive. I wanted to be district attorney and eventually be a sitting judge. But days like today, I wanted to go home to someone. I was tired of being the strong black woman, who stands up to criminals and attorneys, family members and the public, yet goes home to TV dinners and my main man, DVR.
“Hey Keela, the conference call is about to start.” Cherie said snapping me out of my daydream.
I nodded picking up the phone.
Before I knew it, it was 4:30 and everyone was leaving.
~Chapter 3~
“Goodnight.” I said as Cherie left.
I went back in my office, after sending faxes, I was answering some emails as there was a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
“Hello Ms. Wallace.” A male voice said.
I looked up.
“He…..Hello.” I stuttered.
He turned and closed my door.
He had to be about 6’2, broad shoulders, maybe 250 pounds. I could see a tattoo sticking out from his short sleeve uniform shirt.
“Officer Dawgly?” I asked, as if that could not possibly be him.
“Hello Ms. Wallace.” He said smiling, showing the most beautiful white teeth.
He was bald with a beard, not too long, just right. He clearly took care of himself, the lining of his sideburns was perfect, like he just came from the barber shop. I started from the bottom, observing his work boots, working up to his khaki cargo pants, he was bow-legged. My eyes moved up to his duty belt, there on his side was his service weapon and his badge hanging around his neck. He had a folder in his left hand, where I clearly noticed a bare ring finger.
‘Oh shit’ I said in my head.
“Please have a seat.” I said as he cleared his throat.
“I apologize again for having to reschedule.”
“It’s ok.” I smiled.
His eyes looked at me, working their way down to my breasts. He caught himself, but not before my thong started getting damp.
“So…. Let me just finish this email.” I said.
“No problem, I am all yours.”
His hands rested on his knees. They were big, masculine. I felt bad for already imagining them on my body, squeezing my breasts and massaging my pussy. I cleared my own throat to try and snap myself out of lusting for this man.
“You are scheduled to testify on Friday, did you get your subpoena?”
“Yes ma’am, I sure did. I hate that Darqwell did this shit…. excuse me…..did this.” He said.
I sighed.
“You’re fine, it’s just me and you, you can talk freely.”
He seemed to relax.
“I just want justice to be served.” I said.
He laughed.
“Do they teach you that in law school?”
I cracked a smile.
“First day.” I said sarcastically.
He nodded staring at the photo on the side table of my office.
‘Your husband?” he asked pointing.
“God no….my brother.”
He nodded.
“Oh ok, my bad.”.
“No problem, are you married?” I asked.
“Divorced.” He said proudly.
“Kids?”
“No, you?”
I shook my head.
“Boyfriend?” he asked.
I looked up at him.
“No.” I smiled.
He nodded.
“Where did you go to school?” I asked,
“For what? Undergrad or Masters?” he asked.
My eyes got big.
“Undergrad.” I said.
“LSU.”
“Ahhh, a fellow SEC guy.” I commented.
“What do YOU know about SEC.”
“Don’t insult me Officer Dawgly.”
He threw his back and laughed.
Even his laugh was sexy.
“Where did you get your masters?” I asked.
“Alabama.” He said.
I shook my head.
“What?” he asked.
“You know this is Bull Dawg nation, how dare you be a damn Crimson Tide.”
We both laughed.
“I played for Nick Saban at LSU.” He said proudly.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” I responded back.
“Well, I would expect that coming from a UGA grad.” He said pointing to my degree from the University of Georgia Law School.
“And proud of it.”
“You should be, but don’t hate on THE University of Alabama.” He said.
“No hating here.”
“Would you like a drink?” I asked.
“Depends, can we do Remy?”
I laughed.
“No.” I said getting a bottled of water.
“Here you are…..you are in uniform.” I said.
“True, thank you….” he said taking the bottle.
We spent an hour going over the case, talking about his probationer and what he can expect from me while on the stand.
“It’s late.” I said looking at my watch.
“What part of town are you in?” he asked.
“Alpharetta, you?”
“Decatur.”
“Ok.”
“I will walk you out, seeing as though you are a UGA grad, I already know you can’t fight.”
I laughed.
“No, but seeing as though I have a 9mm in my purse, I already know how to shoot.”
“Well then….. you can walk me.” he retorted back.
I smiled, grabbing my suit jacket, sliding my heels back on and grabbing my purse.
“How long have you been up here?” I asked.
“I’ve been assigned to this office for three years.”
I nodded.
“Like it?”
“Love it.” He said.
“Question….where the hell was ‘Dawgly’ come from?” I asked.
He let out a loud laugh.
“My stepfather adopted me when I was four. It’s his last name.” he said.
“Ok, I was half expecting a white, overweight white guy.”
“A lot of people do, but again, ‘Drell’ is not a white name.”
I shrugged.
“True.”
“What is ‘Drell’ short for?” I asked pushing the elevator button.
“Ladrell.”
I smiled.
“Nice to meet you Ladrell, I am Keela.”
“Nice to meet you Miss Keela.”
The elevator opened.
“After you, ma’am.”
Being in a confined space with him, I smelled his cologne. It was inviting. It was euphoric.
“Nice cologne…. Is that Creed?”
“Very good, yes it is….. thank you.”
“I knew I smelled it before, ‘Creed’ is nice.”
“It’s my favorite. This is the ‘Millisime Imperial’ one, I sprayed some before I walked in, had to smell good for the ADA.”
He towered over my 5’6 frame.
We walked to the parking garage where my car was waiting.
“Where did you park?” I asked.
“Over there.” He pointed in the direction of the black on black dodge charger.
“State car or POV?” I asked.
“State car.”
“Thank you for walking me to my car.”
“My pleasure.”
“Well, we should be good for Friday.” I said.
“I will be ready.”
I nodded.
“Here you are, call me if you have any last minute questions or…. Whatever.” I said pulling a card out of my pocket.
“I will do that.” He said looking at the card, turning it over as I got into my car.
~Chapter 4~
I got home, threw my bags on the couch and started taking my clothes off as I walked up the stairs to my bedroom. I undid my bra and threw it on the floor. My breasts were sore. I massaged them. I ran my hands over the nipples, squeezing them. I thought about Officer Drell. I wanted him to lick my nipples, bite them, I wanted to taste him. I was having crazy thoughts. I figured the only remedy was Steven.
I opened my drawer, found my trusted friend and push start.
“Oh thank God.” I said seeing that it still worked.
I took my thong off and sat on the bed.
I needed to cum. I needed to cum so badly. My pussy was throbbing from thinking about this man.
I laid back on the bed, letting my legs fall open. I rubbed my clit with the vibrating dildo. I was so wet. I imagined Drell in his uniform, duty belt on and all, fucking me from behind in my office. I wanted the lights on, so everyone down below could watch him pound my pussy up against my desk. I imagined his dick thrusting in and out and making my scream explode all around it.
“Oh damn.” I said rubbing my left breast.
I inserted the dildo inside my pussy, letting it sing as my juices came running out. I closed my eyes, pushing the toy in deeper, taking it out and fucking myself.
I imagined Drell forcing me on my knees, making me clean his dick off with my mouth. I wanted him to throat fuck me so bad. I wanted him to stand over me, looking me in the eyes as I sucked his dick. I imagined spitting on his dick, licking it up, shoving it to the back of my throat, never breaking eye contact with him. I wanted to watch his eyes go to the back of his head, his head lean back as he exploded in my mouth. I wanted to drink his cum. I wanted him to cum deep in my mouth, not letting any of it drip out. I wanted to swallow every drip of his cum. I wanted to suck on his balls, rub them on my face, making him moan and groan in pure ecstasy.
The more I thought about it, the wetter my pussy got. I picked up the rhythm with the dildo. Fucking myself mercilessly. I used my left hand and licked my finger before sticking it in my ass. I loved double penetration. I loved having a dick inside me and a finger in my ass or vice versa. The idea of Drell fucking my holes, with his finger in the other turned me on even more. I felt the orgasm coming and I needed a release so bad. I needed my pussy to throb around Drell’s dick.
“OH SHIT!” I yelled as my finger went deeper into my ass. I couldn’t concentrate on which hole I wanted violated more. I just knew I needed to cum.
‘FFFUUUUUCCCKKKK” I screamed finally cumming and squirting on my sheet.
I lay there for a moment, out of breath, staring at the ceiling.
I turned the vibrator off, removed it out of my pussy and yawned, a sign of a good orgasm, before getting in the shower.
~Chapter 5~
The rest of the week was boring. I was spending long days in the office. Drell never called me, just as well. He had that kind of body that would make me unfocused at work and I did not need the distraction.
“Good morning.” I said to Cherie.
“Good morning, everything is set for court.”
I nodded sipping my QuikTrip coffee.
I had on my beige suit, my lucky court suit. I went for a conservative look. Pearl earrings, white button up top, hair in a bun. I needed to look demure, and professional. My pants weren’t skin tight, but there was nothing I could do to hide my ass.
“Good morning Ms. Wallace.” Officer Drell said in the hallway of the courthouse.
As soon as the elevator door opened, there he was leaning up against the marble wall.
“Hello,” I said smiling warmly.
“I am ready.” He said.
“Good, me too.” I said self-consciously brushing the front of my suit.
“You look perfect.”
“Thanks.”
“Here we go.” Frank said as the judge walked in.
“All rise.” The bailiff announced as we got started.
~Chapter 6~
“You did an awesome job!” I said to Officer Drell.
“Me? Hell….you are one tough woman.”
“I try to be, in there at least.”
“Well, I am confident you will get a ‘guilty’ verdict.”.
I nodded.
“Thank you for your help.”
“It’s my job.”
“I better get home.”
“Already? You ever go out for a drink?” he asked.
“At times.”
“Could this be one of those times?”
“You’re asking me out?” I asked.
‘Yes, I am.”
“Sure, ok….. why not.”
“Good, I know a great place, around the corner.” He said.
“Ok.” I said following him.
“So this is your spot?” I asked.
He nodded.
“Ok.”
I took a seat at the bar
“Let me run to the restroom, I will be right back.”
“Ok”
A few minutes later, Drell returned, in a different shirt.
“I had to change, can’t be in uniform.”
“Oh I know.” I said unbuttoning my suit jacket.
“I will have a Remy.”
“I will do a mojito.” I ordered.
“Classy.” He said turning in his chair to face me.
“Playing it safe, I only really drink heavy at home, not when I have to drive.” “Smart”
“Can’t be on the news having a DUI,” I joked.
“No, we don’t want that.”
“So…. Officer Drell…..” I said leaning on the bar.
“Miss Wallace.” He said slowly.
I watched his tongue as he said my name, deliberately hitting each syllable.
“You are a beautiful woman.” He said.
I smiled as my pussy seemed to wake up.
“Thank you.”
“Tell me about you.” He said as the drinks arrived.
~Chapter 7~
We spent two hours at the bar. I was feeling good, ready to invite Officer Drell back to my place, thought twice about it though.
“I should be getting home.” I announced.
“Already? You must be an early bird.”
I nodded.
“I have plans.” I said leaning towards him grabbing my purse.
“You ok?”
I nodded.
“Yeah.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, I am good.”.
“Let me take you home.” He said.
I smiled.
“Trust me, I am ok.” I said.
I took my license out, and some cash, purposely laying both on the counter in front of Officer Drell, who was oblivious and checking his phone.
“I will call you in a few,” he said looking up at me.
I nodded and walked out the bar, rushing to my car.
I was almost home just as Drell called my cell phone.
“Hello.” I answered.
“Hey Keela, Uhhh…. You left your license at the bar.”
“Did I? Damn, what time does the bar close?” I asked pretending that I was anxious to rush back and get it.
“I have it; I will bring it to you.”
“No, I live all the way out of the way from you.”
“It’s ok, really.”
“Damn, I can’t believe I did that. I never leave my stuff.” I said trying to really play the part.
“It’s no biggie.” He said.
“You know what? I can meet you and get it.”
“Keela….” He said softly.
I loved how my name rolled off is tongue.
“Drell.”
He laughed.
“Seriously, that would actually be perfect for me, I have to go out that way anyway.” I lied.
Truth is, I wanted to see his place anyway.
“Well….” He began.
“Would that be a problem?”
“No, I will quickly throw everything in the closet so I can impress you. I just don’t want you to have to drive all the way over here.” He said.
“It’s ok, I have something later on, over on that side of town.”
“Oh.”
“It’s perfect, I can swing by on my way to where I am going”
I kept the lie going.
“Ok, let me give you the address”
“Ok, go ahead.”
“It’s 2630 Talley St. Decatur, GA”
“Ok, got it.” I said, typing it in my GPS.
“I have a few errands to run, so…. Can we say an hour?”
“Perfect, see you then.” He said.
I got in the house, jumped in the shower. Thanks to my Brazilian wax the weekend before, my pussy was nice and bare. Having a waxed pussy allowed me to get soaking wet with little effort. I stood in the shower, my right rubbing my clit, my left hand rubbing my breasts. I was turned on simply knowing I was going to Officer Drell’s house. It may only be for a moment, but, just the possibilities made me excited. I used my Victoria Secret Amber Romance body wash and lotion. I wanted my skin to be soft and my pussy to smell heavenly; I planned on having Officer Drell in my pussy, pounding whichever hole he chose by the end of the night. Just the idea of me telling him “You can put it anywhere” made my pussy tingle. I was already wet, sloppy wet. I found a red bra and panty set to put on. I paired it with a beige ruched dress that clung tight to my curves and my black gladiator 4 ½ inch heels. I did my makeup and retouched my hair.
‘Hey, I am on my way.’ I wrote as I climbed into the car.
I drove to the Decatur address and pulled up to a high-rise. Getting out to let valet park my car, I was pleasantly surprised.
“Nice.” I said getting out of my car and looking around at the neighborhood. It was quiet. It was a typical upper-class Decatur neighborhood. Not what I would expect a probation officer to live in, but people surprise me every day. And the truth is, I wasn’t in Officer Drell’s bank account, I had no idea what he was working with. I walked inside, pass the doorman, towards the elevators.
“Hey” he said opening the door.
“Hi.” I smiled.
He looked at me up and down.
“You look beautiful.” He said.
“Thank you.”
“Come on in.”
I walked in and immediately noticed the impressive size living room and the huge floor to ceiling windows.
“Wow, look at that view.” I said.
“Yeah, being on the 16th floor has its advantages.”
“You must have plans to hurt somebody.” He said noticing my dress.
“Naw, not me.”
“Here you are ma’am.” He said handing over my license.
“Thank you so much Officer Dawgly.”
“Call me ‘Drell’, we are not at work Keela and besides, we are past the professional title phase.”
I nodded.
“Thank you Drell.”
“Do you have to go now or can you sit for a moment?”
“No, I can sit.”
I sat on the oversized micro-fiber brown sectional.
“This is nice.” I said looking around.
“Thank you, I love living here.”
I nodded.
“That view is to die for.”
He laughed.
“Do you have something to drink?”
“Yeah, alcohol or no?”
“Whichever.”
We sat and bullshitted for about an hour.
“What time do you have to leave?” he asked.
“Whenever, I don’t have a set time to be there.”
He nodded, sipping his drink and turning the TV volume on low.
“Give me a tour.” I said after he handed me a glass of wine.
“Ok”
I followed him into the stainless steel, granite countertop kitchen.
“This is where I do all my microwave cooking.” He said laughing and opening the microwave.
He showed me his office, with all his LSU and Alabama memorabilia.
“Damn shame.”
“Don’t hate please”
We walked down the hallway.
“This is my guest bedroom.” He said turning the light on.
The room had a king size bed, photos of black art on the walls and a floor to ceiling window overlooking Decatur and beyond.
“Nice.” I said.
We continued down the hallway as he opened a door on the left.
“This is the hall bathroom.” He said.
“Really?? Purple and Gold?” I asked looking at the paint colors.
“I rep hard.”
He opened the French doors to this bedroom and I damn near passed out.
The walls were painted red, up against the wall was a California king size bed. The back headboard had a built-in mirror. He had a full length mirror leaning on the wall across from the bed.
“Don’t say anything about my Alabama red.”
“I…. I won’t” I stuttered. I was too speechless at the seduction chamber this man had created.
He had shelves on the wall with naked women posing. You couldn’t see their faces, but their bodies were in sexy poses.
“I do photography as a hobby.” He said as if reading my mind.
“You took these?” I asked.
He nodded.
“Oh my God, they are amazing.”
I walked closer, inspecting the photos.
“I would love to photograph you.” He commented.
“No sir, I do not have a body like these women.” I laughed.
“Could’ve fooled me.” he said lowly.
The bathroom was off to the side and was huge. A jetted tub with a window overlooking the city, a stand up shower with a bench and two shower heads stood next to it and a double vanity sink with his razors on the counter.
“I am a bachelor.” He said watching me look at the counter.
“This place is incredible.”
“Thank you, I hired a friend who is an interior decorator to help me.”
There was definitely a female touch to the place.
“What is that in the corner up there? Alarm?” I asked pointing up.
“That’s the alarm over there, that’s the camera system for the alarm.” He said.
“Cameras? You have cameras in your bedroom?”
“Yeah, for the alarm.”
“Do you ever use them without the alarm?”
He smiled, without looking at me.
“I have, yes.”
“Ok then.” I whispered to myself.
The man had built in cameras in the bedroom.
“That concludes the tour.” He said looking at me as he led me back to the living room.
“Thank you.” I said drinking the rest of my wine.
“Let me take your glass.” He said.
