Chapter 213: Chapter 213
Chapter 213
~Can I give you a blow job?~
“I know I may be over doing it but true love makes you over do things. It makes your stool to look like barbecue and your urine as orange. I don’t want to lose you to those thugs when we can always proffer means of sorting them out.”
Mr. Fanny shook her hugely on the shoulder trying to make her understand him and see things in his perspective.
“There are other means we can sort them out and go about selling drugs without having to get you into it,” he snapped at a breath, stroked his hair and shut his eyes in rage.
“Ok I am all ears. Tell me,” Lucy replied, winking impatiently into his eyes and brought her finger to his eyebrow before smoothing them with her palms.
She wished she could shut her eyes only to open them and see Mr. Fanny with a fresh, new face. He wasn’t looking fresh anymore. As the days drew by, his stay in jail was sucking him away and making him look like a shadow of himself. As she stroked his face, she could feel his cheek bone; his beards were hungry and scraggly; his hair was dried and no longer greasily-pressed like it used to when he newly got into the jail; his collar bones were protruding with his shoulders sunken inside; the veins networking his arms and neck were making him seem more fragile to touch; somewhat less fragile than a piece of paper left in water.
He said, “We can hire a distributor to do the drugs pushing for you. All you do is sit back and wait for your returns. In that case you are not the front. The distributor is your front and if the cops should come hunting , you will be shielded and your front will be hunted and not you. But in this case you are the front, you are everything. If the cops should come hunting your ass will be sorry like a mouse in the hole of a beast. All I am saying is that you need to be out of the drugs business. Let someone push it for you.”
Lucy cut in, “But you used to tell me there is no one to be trusted in drugs business. Getting a distributor will complicate issues. They siphon money, keep your drugs while theirs thrive. They make you believe business is bad meanwhile their pocket is full ,” she said and watched him raise a brow, “I know you are surprised how I got to know much about drugs. Don’t stress. I did a preliminary study about it before deciding to do it for you.”
Mr. Fanny suddenly became so calm and collective,; he was tired of advising her against her wish.
She continued, “I will be putting you at risk by hiring a distributor. As soon as the distributor delays returns, my brother will be demanding for his money and since you don’t have it he will cancel Christmas on your ass.”
“Listen up, baby girl,” Mr. Fanny said, and burnt her face with his warm breath since she was very much close now. “I had a bad dream about you last night. It …” he stuttered, trying to recall the dream as he stared at the ceiling, “It was brief and glaring . I saw you in handcuffs all alone in an enclosed room. I was also in handcuff but outside the room. You weren’t crying neither were you uttering anything. You were staring around and confused,” he said, pulled to her and grabbed her slender waist. “I don’t want the cops to catch up with your ass. I don’t want you to join me here. I don’t want to be the reason for your nightmares . You are still young and promising. if I am going to be the reason your destiny will cut short please we can quit this relationship peacefully without hard feelings. There are nice billionaires cute free men out there who are ready to mingle and explore love to its fullest . Why me? What did you see in me? I am a prisoner. I am going to remain here for ten years of my life. I am not coming out any time soon. You are free living. What is so special about me? I have lost everything, I have lost my family; I can’t even say what daughter is up to recently. I don’t even know my daughter and what she is up to anymore. I have lost my wife to my lawyer. I have lost my sense of belonging. I…” his face squeezed hugely as though he was going to break down in tears the next minute.
He was about speaking yet further when Lucy put his finger on his lips and said, “Shhh.”
And he quietened just then,
“Can I give you a blow job?” she demanded,
Impatient to get a reply and she pulled down to his waist, peered to his overall and maintained the eye contact she had maintained since with him. Mr. Fanny watched with his mouth gaping as she slid down his zipper, squeezed her hand into his groin and brought his penis like a yellow fragile mouse once it came in her hold, he breathed uneasily, shut his eyes and started building his erection as she aroused the head of his penis with her fingers. Soon he was tossing his head this way and that way and struggling to keep his eyes on her to watch how she was stroking him gently down there. He could tell his penis was in her mouth right now because a strange kind of chilliness and wetness captured his penis so hugely that he thought she had put it in the freezer. Gently with her palms going round his shaft and her lips taking almost a whole of it, she pulled her head to and fro, smacking it; sucking it; rolling around it; tickling the head , with her teeth; stroking his balls and wetting the shaft hastily with a different moisture.
“Oh damn… good…oh…shit,” Mr. Fanny groaned under his voice, stroked his hair in sweetness, pulled by his head, with his face up against the ceiling ; inflating his cheeks in pleasure and arouse . Hastily he brought his hand on her hair, stroked it and helped to push it further into sucking enough of him…