Chapter 15: Chapter 15
Chapter 15 Blackmail
Their eyes locked at once as their faces pulled like magnets and paused at lips-shot. They swallowed hard and exchanged their impatient warmth breath. A hush of tranquility hung over them as he dared to push his lips to hers and she did same. Like tiger descending on a prey, he attacked her moistened lips and bit out kisses so recklessly delivered that she had no option than to let go of her entire pounds on his body. Like a miracle, his hands located her fragile waist, ran down her thighs and found her netted lingerie. He squeezed her soft buttocks as dough in the hands of a baker and the force of a fruit extractor, spanking her buttocks’ cheeks and separating them each time with his fore fingers, hunting for her vulva and clitoris. Clinch! They found her clitoris. He rubbed on the nut and she yelled a moan. He lifted her, kissing her bust, and walking her to the slaughter bed. She shut her eyes yet she saw herself climbing steps of cloud. His thick lips pitched on her nipples that bulged in his mouth as lollipop as he made her lie in the bed. Without losing track, he devoured one nipple and rubbed on the other, hearing her let a moan that sounded like the alto in the keys of piano. He unfolded his tongue and mobbed from her neck to cleavage and down to her belly, relocating to her hairless vulva, squeezing her bust all along. Kate clenched her fingers on her bedspread, moaning on the top of her voice while Tony used his tongue to write love letters on her vulva. In a couple of minutes he had pounded into her vagina, poured his last volume into her and fell at her naked side. They hastened for breath before Tony sat up, hugging her in appreciation.
“You will be interrogated by the police tomorrow,” Kate whispered into his ears as though he planned to do so after love making.
He flinched from her and scowled like a burnt pizza, “Why?”
“I chose you that night remember and my dad said police deemed it right to interrogate you too because you could have made into my room and stolen the watch and tape.”
“Well if they say so.”
“I am just telling you so you can be careful how you go about your words.”
At a flash, a knock came on her door. Tony stilled at his spot and questioned her with his frown. She frowned back confusedly and perceived it was either her mother or her father. She gestured at him to remain calm, tiptoed as she hurriedly helped him to dress up and exit through the window. She watched as Tony lurked from wall to wall and sneaked away into the street before she answered the door.
Mrs. Fanny walked in, “How are you, freshly-baked?” she asked, tapping her cheeks and peeping into her room, “I heard voices,” she said and held Kate’s face which feigned sleepy, heavy looks.
“Voices?” she asked, as ignorance filled her eyes. “I am the voices she muttered,” rolling her eyes, “Have you forgotten I got a mini studio in here?”
Mrs. Fanny shook her head adversely. “Not a singing voice but voices.”
Kate feigned a sleep-like yawn. “Come on mom, and I am saying you heard nothing. Are you being haunted by ghost or something?”
She squeezed her fingers jocularly, “Eh, heaven’s baby I just want to be sure you are fine and not worried about anything.”
“As you can see,” she swirled around, “I am Jupiter’s ass. I am fine.”
They sat in the bed and Mrs. Fanny played with the ponytail that coiled down her neck. “I have come to break words with you,” she said coldly. “You and I will also be interrogated by the police. Your father instructed the police to do so since we could have something in the cupboard, couple with the fact that I discarded the camera.”
“Is that necessary? Sometimes I feel like canceling Christmas on dad’s ass,” she roared.
They hugged each other for a few seconds, “I love you,” they assured each other and Mrs. Fanny reminded her she wanted to fix some cupcake for dessert. At the door she reprimanded Kate, “Put your room in order. It is unkempt and has exudates of sweat.”
When she shut the door Kate let a breath of relief and escape, inwardly thanking her stars for not being caught by mother. Her phone buzzed and when she saw it, Tony’s message sprang forth; and it was about her sneaking out tonight for clubbing.
Brian was back in Miami for good. Grandma had eulogized him for his wise answers and dialogue with the police. Brian had recorded his session with the police on his phone and played it to grandma’s listening pleasure. Mr. Biscuit had missed Brian so much that it frequented his room, checking up on him at dawn and dusk, narrated grandma to Brian. She also recounted how Mr. Biscuit helped with the dishes in the kitchen, fetched its cereals from the fridge, answered the door when visitors stopped by, returned its plate after meal and woke her up after so long a sleep. Brian was so pleased with Mr. Biscuit that he rewarded him with a shopping spree; gifting it a basketball and some dog cloths.
On their way home an old Cadillac double crossed them and when Mr. Biscuit was about to leap through the door to attack, Brian commanded it to order and it sat back. Four boys alighted from the car, advancing to Brian’s car with some portable plywood and a gun. Brian held his peace and Mr. Biscuit sensed danger and barked endlessly, stamping his limbs in the car and feeling like making a ground breaking move.
“Will you keep calm Biscuit,” Brian warned as he studied his escape; the boy with a gun was the one advancing while the other three stood aside like rugby players ready to send a blow with their plywood. Should he make an escape the boy with a pistol could shoot at them, putting him and Biscuit at risk.
The boy stooped to Brian once he came to him and said, “You don’t want your grandma to know about the rape. We need twenty thousand dollars. Any move to alert the cops, you, your granny and that snippet dog will have your names on my bullet.” The boy threatened, flashed his hostile face at them before disappearing with the rest of the boys.
Brian stared on, hit on the steering in fury, unwilling to go home. Mr. Biscuit looked out through the windscreen, until their oppressors screeched out of sight. Danger loomed on.