Chapter 28
TWENTY EIGHT
Adam
I hate that Jen had to see me like this, that I can’t apologize to her and let her know I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.
I really, really hate the idea of my girl sitting on the cold hard floor outside my cell while they treat her like an idiot or a helpless woman, so I’m relieved when the superintendent persuades her to go back into the foyer.
Before she even gets through the door, though, there’s a commotion, and I strain to see enough through the tiny window to make out what is happening.
A strangely familiar female voice is speaking in a rushed, clipped tone. “...no, Gerrie, that’s what I was thinking too. Imagine all those untapped votes. Hold on, let me see if we can clear this up.”
Barbara, my client from the gym, strides past the superintendent and the young officer on duty, phone in hand. “Excuse me, are you the officer in charge here?”
“I’m the superintendent,” splutters Superintendent Heidegger.
“Ah, so you’re the one who will be speaking to the media about this story, then?”
“What story?”
“Well my editors haven’t come up with the headline yet, but I was thinking something along the lines of SEO covers up supernatural rights violations.
Or perhaps corrupt leadership to blame. Government under threat.
” She stretches out her hand in a line in front of her as if she’s printing the headlines now.
I can’t see Superintendent Heidegger’s face, but if it’s anything like I’m imagining, it’s quite a sight.
Barbara gives me a little smile over the superintendent’s shoulder and hope surges to life again.
“There haven’t been any violations!” the superintendent protests.
“Oh, so that’s why you’re illegally holding this citizen with no evidence and no charges?”
“We weren’t—”
“Ms. Bates was very concerned to hear how this case has been handled. The PR is bad and getting worse.”
Ms. Bates as in the PM? I blink. I knew Barbara had an important government job, but I didn’t know her connections reached all the way to Downing Street.
“No, that is to say… ah… there’s been some kind of error. We were just about to release him.”
“You were?” asks Jen.
The superintendent coughs. “I mean we just have some paperwork to clear up, but I’m sure if you—”
Barbara lifts a finger. “If you’re about to tell me to wait, I’d like to suggest that you rethink that. The PM is a busy lady.”
“If you’d like to step aside, ma’am, I’ll personally do the honors.”
I’m grinning to myself as the superintendent hurries back to my cell and turns the key in the lock.
There’s a clank, and the door swings open. Barbara snaps her fingers. “Someone get that godawful thing off his face.”
The young officer rushes forward.
Finally the muzzle drops off, and I have about two seconds to appreciate that I can feel my face again before Jen launches herself at me and wraps her arms so tight around my middle it’s lucky I don’t have to breathe anymore.
I place my hand on the back of her head and try not to show the way it’s still shaking. That could have worked out very differently if I didn’t have all these amazing women looking out for me.
“Barbara, how did you know I was here?”
She’s already back on the phone and holds up a finger while talking fast into the receiver.
“Thank you.”
She waves off my thanks. The superintendent hurries after her back down the corridor.
Jen presses her cheek against my chest, and when she pulls away, I realize it’s damp. She rubs at her face. “I was worried about you!” she says as if she’s the one who was arrested.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I never meant things to turn out like this. I should have listened to you. You’d think I’d have learned that by now.”
“You’re lucky I love you so much I can probably forgive you.” She slaps my chest, but I hardly feel it.
I’m too busy reeling from the confession she just made. “You do? Can you just say it again or pinch me? I think I might be dreaming.”
“Don’t push your luck, Adam, or I’ll take your dick off again and hide it as punishment.”
The young officer who removed my muzzle sidles into my peripheral vision. “Um, I’m just going to um… I’ll just be out front.” He hightails it out of there like he’s been scalded, and Jen and I turn to each other and bust out laughing.
“Come on,” she drags at my arm. “Meredith is waiting out front too. I think she’d like to see you again.”
“She’s here?” Well now I feel doubly as guilty.
“She’s half the reason we made any progress on getting you free. Though nothing we achieved came anywhere close to Barbara. She’s something else.”
I grin. “Isn’t she?” I take a few steps forward and the pause. “Listen, I didn’t mean to get in the way of your girl’s weekend—”
“Don’t be stupid. We’re going to get your stuff and move you back into my place where you belong, and then you can cook us tacos and make the margaritas while we gossip.”
“Sounds perfect.” I tuck her against my side, and we make our way out into the foyer and the early morning light.
A month later I’m packing the last box of my things at my old flat when a wave of unexpected pleasure makes me double over, almost dropping the lamp in my hand.
I grin when I pull my phone from my pocket and find a message from Jen.
Hurry up. What’s taking so long?
That’s followed by a picture of her holding my dick in her lap, one fist closed around the head in the act of pumping slowly.
Another wave of sensation and I lean over and brace myself on the windowsill until it passes.
Adam: you know it will take me longer if you keep doing that
Jen: maybe I can’t wait
I know it’s coming, but the moment she slides the head of my cock inside her slick pussy my vision blanks and every brain cell is working just to keep me upright.
Deeper, deeper until somewhere, across town I’m nudging against her back wall, and I can practically hear the moan I know she’s making.
Fuuuuuuuuck.
Then it stops.
I have never cleaned a room so fast in my life, and I’ve cleaned a lot of rooms since being turned into a zombie.
When the skirting board is spotless and the light fixture has been wiped, I toss the dirty rags in the garbage and wash my hands. Then I write a little note for Miles.
Hey man, I hope we can keep in touch. Your new roommate is about to inherit the best roomie in London. Bought you an extra roll of toilet paper for old time’s sake.
Since I’ve written the note on a sheet of bog roll, I imagine he’ll find it.
I’m grinning as I throw the box into Jen’s old hatchback and type out a message to her before I pull out from the curb.
Adam: warm up that gorgeous pussy for me, babe. I’m almost home