Chapter 6 – Gutta Barbie #2
“That’s a hard call. She may not have been very much liked, but she was an officer of the law.
Getting this to disappear completely would take pull beyond my reach.
” The Judge replied. I quickly went to stand on my feet, and the judge stopped me by grabbing me around my wrist. I stared down at his hands, allowing my eyes to say it all.
He removed his hand from my wrist quickly, composing himself before addressing me.
“I can see what I can do.”
“No, I need it done.”
“Done. Next,”
“Free my cellmate Cash Doll; I want her released the same day and time as me, and no paper trail, no parole, no secret monitoring of us,” I spoke up.
“Excuse me?” the judge asked with a sly smile.
“You heard me, I want a couple of things, and you're going to get me the fuck out of here. I want my case to be dropped; it needs to disappear permanently. I also want you to sign a non-disclosure promising me that what happened with Officer Graham will be buried for good.” I said, letting him know what I was seeking from my end of the deal.
“Done,” he quickly said as if it were that simple. “Anything else?” he asked as if it were nothing.
“I want all charges that were filed against my man dismissed.”
“Done,” he agreed without hesitation. “Now come here so that I can taste every drop of your sexy ass,” the judge ordered.
It may have seemed like a lot that I was asking for, but what I was doing in return was bigger than that.
I couldn’t believe that I was about to step out on my nigga for the first time.
Never did I imagine I would be at such a low point.
To me, this was desperation, but there was no turning back.
I was guilty of killing Officer Graham and lacked any ounce of sympathy; this was an opportunity that I was taking.
I couldn’t help but allow my mind to wander as the judge gave me head on his desk.
My thoughts were once again on my man and our relationship, and the risk that I was taking for my freedom.
I was deep in my thoughts when the judge lifted my ass from the desk and stuck his entire face in my ass.
I jiggled my ass cheeks in his face, giving him the green light to go to work.
My man wasn’t an ass eater; my Baby didn't play those games, so as I said, I was going to take full advantage of the opportunity.
Living in the county jail for the past six months has been suffocating.
“Damn, ma, your ass is so fat,” the judge complimented while caressing my ass cheeks with his hands and sucking each one with his lips.
“Don't call me that. From now on, you are to call me Ya Royal Highness because now you're my bitch and you do as I say, clear?”
“Oh Yes Ya Royal Highness,” he beamed with excitement and anxiously dove his face between my thighs. I managed his head, coaching him on how to suck my pussy. He was a fast learner and quickly began to get the hang of this shit.
“How do you manage to stay so thick and sexy like this?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes at his ignorance. I knew that my attitude sometimes got me into situations I couldn’t afford, but faking it wasn’t one of my strong qualities.
“My nigga.” I replied, keeping it real and raw.
Wrizzle made sure to keep money in my books, so did my Sister and homegirls, but Wrizzle's support throughout all of this has been the only thing keeping me sane.
“I’m gonna take you from that nigga and make you mine,” the judge said with confidence.
“Impossible.”
“How, when you’re here with me right now?
” He asked, giving me a smirk before sucking the inside of my thighs.
He gently sucked on my pussy lips before rolling his tongue through the middle.
“Bet he can’t suck this pussy like this.
” He sucked my pussy lips before flicking his tongue across my clit.
I closed my eyes, imagining Wrizzle between my legs before responding.
“This is business at the end of the day; it’s money that needs to be made, and I have a family that needs me. Trust me when I say this shit is far from personal.”
“You’re strong and fearless; I like that. These aren't qualities you see in most women these days, so when I met a woman of your caliber, I knew to appreciate it,” he said. I rolled my eyes to the top of my head.
“Shut the fuck up talking to me!” I ordered before using my hand and pushing his face between my legs.
He was killing the vibe. I knew that other female inmates would die to trade places with me at the moment, but to be real, it wasn’t anything about this nigga that I was the least bit impressed by. This was strictly business.
Thirty minutes later, I finally managed to fake an orgasm and was relieved when the judge finally got out from between my legs. I quickly stood to my feet and slid my arms back into my orange jumpsuit.
“I need to see you again. Can we make that possible?” the judge asked as I continued getting myself together.
“After this, you won’t be seeing me again, but as it pertains to my case, you may reach me through my attorney,” I told him before tapping on the door, letting the officer outside know that I was ready.
“Damn, you’re a tough cookie. I love that.” These were the judge's final words as I was let out of his office.
I took a couple of deep breaths to keep myself from breaking down.
I could feel the tears beginning to form and knew this wasn’t the time or place to be dropping any tears.
The hardest part was over, and soon I would be home free.
The best part was that I'll never have to fuck for my freedom again after the deal I just made.
My tears quickly turned to happy tears as I was led out of the courthouse.