Chapter 16

The front door to Marco Perez’s pool house swung inward.

Deputy Sheriff Millwater was slumped down in a chair in front of the television with his legs straight out in front of him, squeezing his hard dick through his pants. He looked away from the porn to see a young woman with long black hair enter. She stopped a foot inside the room with her hand still clutching the doorknob. The woman perused the room and then her eyes settled on Millwater. A phony orgasmic scream erupted from the television. The woman turned that way. Her cheeks reddened and her head whipped back around.

Well I’ll be damned, Millwater thought. Porn embarrasses her.

The woman lowered her eyes and waited.

“Can I help you?” Millwater said.

“Señor Perez told me to come here. He told me to just come in. Should I have knocked?”

Millwater’s eyes scanned the woman from head to toe. Her black hair was pulled off her face in a ponytail. The usual women Marco supplied wore a lot of makeup. This one had very little on which made her look sweet and innocent. Her yellow button-down blouse was tucked into a dark brown skirt that flared out and ended a couple of inches above her knees.

Millwater smiled at the woman. “Are you my bonus?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why did Marco send you here?”

The woman’s eyelashes fluttered and then she looked down. “He said I was to follow your instructions.”

“What’s your name?”

She glanced up for a moment before looking back down. “Bella.”

“I see you’re married.”

Bella Cano grabbed her left hand with her right and hugged it to her chest. “Sí. Yes.”

“Do you work for Marco.”

“I have.”

“Doing what?”

Bella studied Millwater. “I made an errand for him.”

“So you brought drugs across the border.”

Bella’s mouth hung open.

“Don’t worry,” Millwater said, “we all do favors for Marco.”

“Are you a border guard?”

Millwater chortled and slapped his thigh. “Not on your life. I’m a deputy sheriff.”

Bella’s hand flew to cover her gaping mouth. Her panicked eyes darted around the room before peeking over her shoulder at the open doorway and an escape route.

“Don’t worry,” Millwater said, “you’re not in trouble.” He paused while scrutinizing the woman. “If you do what you’re supposed to do, that is.”

“Am I going to make another delivery?”

“That’s up to Marco. Close the door and come in.”

Bella shut the door, but stayed where she was. Her eyes were locked on Millwater as she wrung her hands in front of herself.

Millwater patted his chair’s arm. “Come over here.”

Bella walked across the room to where Millwater was sitting. When she glanced at the television and quickly looked away, he turned it off with the remote and held out his hand. She hesitated before grasping it and then took the last two steps when he tugged. The front of her thigh pressed against the chair’s arm. She yanked her hand free and let it drop to her side.

Millwater reached around her and placed his hand on her butt. Bella jumped and stepped away. She raised her hand to slap him, but brought it back down.

“So you don’t know why you’re here,” Millwater said.

“To do what you say. That’s all Señor Perez told me. I thought you’d give me my instructions.”

“And Marco told you to obey my instructions?”

“Yes.”

“So you’ll do what I tell you to?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me what color your panties are.”

“What!”

“Are you wearing panties?”

Bella’s cheeks reddened. “Of course.”

“Then tell me what color they are. Marco told you to follow my instructions. I’m asking a question and expect an answer.”

When Millwater’s eyes locked on Bella’s, hers darted away. Then her eyes moved right and left and finally up and to the right.

“What’s the matter?” Millwater said.

“I don’t remember. I put them on in the morning. Señor Perez called and told me to change into something nice. A skirt and blouse.” Her cheeks reddened again. “I didn’t change my underwear.”

“Go check then.”

Bella stared at Millwater as if he were crazy. Their eyes were locked on each other’s like when playing the game of who blinks first. Bella lost and looked around the room. She headed toward the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” Millwater said.

She pointed to the bathroom.

“Do it here.”

Bella gasped. She stood frozen.

“Do it,” Millwater said. “Marco told you to do what I say. I’m telling you to do it here.”

Bella’s cheeks were bright red. She turned her back to him and lifted the front of her skirt. Her other hand slapped the back of the skirt under the swell of her buttocks as the skirt rode up the back of her legs. She pressed the skirt to the back of her thighs and held it down as best she could while lifting the front higher and bending forward. She dropped her skirt and turned around.

“Blue.”

“Light or dark?”

Bella’s face burned red. “Light.”

“Go sit on the side of the bed.”

Bella walked to the bed and sat down with her knees together.

“Show me,” Millwater said.

“Show you what?”

“Spread your legs. I want to see the color of your panties. Oh, and do it very slowly. Tease me.”

Bella pressed her knees together. She chewed her bottom lip and stared at her lap as she wrung her hands. She looked up. “Please, why are you doing this?”

“You brought drugs over the border, right?”

Bella nodded.

“I know how that works. You did what the border guard told you to do. Right?”

She nodded again. A tear formed in the corner of her eye.

“You did it because Marco told you to. This is the same thing. The border guard did him a favor and you were his reward. I did him a favor today and you’re my reward. Marco told you to do what I say. If you don’t, I’m going to tell him and, believe me, he doesn’t like it when people don’t do what he says.”

Bella rubbed her palms on her skirt. On top of her thighs. Her fingers curled into fists and she bit her bottom lip. The tear fell from the corner of her eye at the same moment her knees parted.

Millwater turned his chair away from the television so that he was looking directly at the hem of Bella’s skirt. Only a couple of inches of air separated her knees. He watched as they moved farther apart. Very slowly as he had demanded. Was she following directions or delaying the inevitable? He didn’t care. His cock throbbed inside his pants. Millwater leaned forward and gawked. This woman was better than the others. The other women were prostitutes. Even if they hadn’t started out as whores, Marco turned them into prostitutes. This one was fresh. He placed his hand on his hard dick not even attempting to hide what he was doing from the woman. She was going to see a lot more than that.

Bella’s knees separated more. Millwater strained to see the prize. The shadows hid it.

“Raise your skirt a little,” Millwater said. “Let’s get some light under there.”

Bella stared at her knees. She looked everywhere but at Millwater. Her knees were about five inches apart. The foul man was staring between them. Under her skirt. She pinched the material between her fingers and dragged the skirt up. When about halfway up her thighs, she glanced at Millwater. He wasn’t looking at her face. His eyes were fixated between her knees. She moved her knees another couple of inches outward.

“Oh yeah!” Millwater said. “I like the color.”

Bella snapped her knees together.

“Get those fuckin’ legs open!”

Bella swung her legs apart, even more than before. Millwater was once again staring up her skirt, at her light blue panties. He leapt off his chair and scurried up to Bella on his hands and knees like a rabid animal, all the while looking under her skirt between her widely spread legs. When the top of his head was at the hem of her skirt, he gawked at her panties. They were thin. Almost shear. Except for the cotton material at the crotch. He could see there was no hair. And he made out the faint line of her slit as the thin material clung to her bulging labia. On his hands and knees, he panted like a dog.

He ducked under the skirt. Bella’s thighs clamped shut but were stopped by his shoulders. Millwater sniffed the womanly smell. And then he moved forward, pressing his mouth and nose against the satiny material. He swiped his tongue over it.

Millwater wormed his way out from under the skirt and looked up. Bella was aghast. Her mouth hung open. Her eyes wide. Her face pale.

“Get that skirt all the way up,” Millwater said.

Bella grabbed the hem of her skirt and, with shaking hands, flipped it up to her waist. She glanced down at what Millwater saw, but instantly turned her head to the side and looked away.

Millwater stared at the prize now in full light. He looked at the woman’s turned face. Tears ran from her tightly closed eyes. Her chin trembled. The other women had willingly done what he told them to. At least they had accepted it. This woman was different. She hated it. The deputy sheriff loved that.

He jumped to his feet and tore at his belt buckle and shoved his pants and underwear down. He couldn’t remember when his cock had been so hard as it stood out from his body as rigid as a diving board, pointing at Bella’s face like a divining rod. He clamped his hands around Bella’s head and turned it around to face him. She opened her eyes, saw his dick, and snapped her eyes shut again.

“Suck it, bitch,” Millwater said.

He jabbed the tip of his dick at her lips. She pressed them tightly shut. Millwater grabbed her ponytail and wrenched her head back. She yelped.

“Do it or I tell Marco you didn’t do what I said.”

Bella’s eyes opened. Pleading eyes. That only turned him on more. He humped his hips, bumping his cock into the bottom of her nose and upper lip.

“Now!” Millwater said. “Put my cock in your mouth and suck it!”

Bella pinched his dick between her fingertips, opened her mouth, and guided it in. She closed her lips around the head and kept it there. Then she sucked it.

With his cock sticking out from between her lips, Millwater tilted her head back again. “And do it like you suck your fuckin’ husband. No, better than that. I don’t want no fuckin’ wife blowjob. Give me one like you are a nymphomaniac and can’t get enough dick.”