This blog is an ongoing mini drama/novel about Piggy. Piggy is a cop from Houston with a serious shoe addiction. For the most part she is a good person. She has just come to a crossroad in her life between right and wrong, good and evil. Her first pair of Manolo Blahniks are missing and she wants em back! I welcome any and all comments and feedback!
My daddy had dropped me off. Still I needed to be steps ahead of everybody else. I knew where he'd been staying. Thing is hard as he tried to resist though, he wanted me. It was something about me that I knew Michael Gatlin wanted to tame. Now here we are. I'm stark naked and on my knees before this handsome man. I had handcuffed him to the chair. I wanted to render him powerless. He might be worried if he knew the last man I'd made love to I had blown his brains out afterwards. I rubbed his legs and thighs through the expensive Italian material. He groaned. I bit at the fly of his pants and blew warm air. He growled, "What are you doing Courtney?" I smiled and kissed his mouth. Slid my hand down his pants and I found him. Hard. Unzipped his pants and rubbed him. Arched my back at the right time. Licked my lips. With my hand gripped around his member I toyed with him. "Daddy, tell me what you want me to do." His eyes glazed over. "Piggy, you're in control." That's what I wanted to hear. I took him in my mouth. I'm wet. Excited to please him. For months we played this game where I would model for him and he would watch me from his office. On my knees palms on his thighs, I worked my jaws and gag reflex. The ectasy on his face was satisfying to me. I touched myself. "Courtney, I wanna be inside you." I kept sucking him. His smell. His taste. Seeing that he wanted to be free of these handcuffs so that he could get to me was priceless. "Don't cum!" He groaned. I sucked on his and continued to apply pressure. "Don't cum Gatlin." I blew cirlces and kissed simultaneously on his balls. He howled. "Don't cum." Then I just stopped. I figured him a Magnum man. I was right. "You want me to stop?" He shook his head. "Come on Daddy, I need you to talk to me." Voice deep. It stirred something in me. "No Courtney, please don't." I kissed the head of his dick and slid the condom on. Uncuffed him from the chair and it was like separating Banner from Hulk. He over powered me. Picked me up and laid me on the bed. Ass up he kissed me on my clit and pushed his way inside. It hurt in the best way. Wrapped my thick legs around him and squeezed him as my body welcomed him in. He stroked. I scratched. He pushed. I squeezed. I took him in like my body needed it. We went at it like starved people. I cleaned us up when we were done. He's asleep now. No alcohol or sleep aides got him there tonite. It was me. I took the glass that we drank from. No DNA needed to be left here. I let myself out just as I had let myself in. I would see the FBI fixer again and real soon I knew. Placed his pistol back where I found it. I went back to my room on the other side of the same hotel. Here I was now. Still needing something. Lonely. I text LV. He text right back. Replaying the conversation I had just had with my daddy. "Trouble, this life ain't for you. And even if it is, I'm telling you, it gets old." What he said had affected me. I'm laying on my back looking at the ceiling. How much really was all this worth to me? I mean here it is my Mattie Mae was dying. My daddy had come back but I didn't know for how long. I wasn't spending enough time with my Piglet like I should. And now Katy was dead too now. Effed up thing about that was that I felt like I had brought her killer into the city. Wondered what Shannon Monet would do? I need to get high. No Courtney. Fuck that. It's time you get a handle on this shit. When things get hard I just wanna get high and forget about it. I needed to check in with Meika B. "Hey lady, what's up?" "Meika B, am I going to hell?" "Probably Piggy. We all are, if we don't find some kind of balance." Tameika Benford didn't hold no punches that's for sure. And from the moment she held my hair back when I got sick from getting high I knew she was solid. We went over the numbers and cash flow. I hung up with her. I was lonely but I knew that living on the top would be. I still say my prayers. I know He know me better than anybody. I pray for forgiveness. I pray for strength. Mostly I pray for peace which is crazy because I'm usually the one disturbing the peace. Houston and its taking has been the only thing on my mind lately but now I reckon I'm having what is known as residual regret. They're playing Django's Theme music on Pandora. I think I need to work on my own theme music. I just laid the FBI fixer and I'm now a wanted woman. Cognac and a sleeping pill hoping that sleep come easy.
Ok so I guess my plan had backfired. I thought if I gave Courtney so more time, I could get her to trust me and then we move in. She hadn't bit. Now she on the run. Her loyalty in this city runs deep. No one would give her up. Now he out. I had an opportunity to get both of them and I started thinking with my you know what. It was something about her I couldn't shake. Even when she slick threatened me, it excited me. Her physical beauty was obvious but it was the way she was that drove me crazy. She handled men in a way where you knew you was king but she let you know it was her world at the same time. She confused and intrigued me. Here I was risking my career. I wanted to save her but I had been hand picked to bring her down. She called me Gatlin, my last name so easily. She cooked for me. Made my plate. I watched her manicured hands grip that coffee cup. Watched her as she methodically bit her bottom lip when she was deep in thought. I wonder what made this beautiful creature the way she was. Murder. Pillaging. What turns a woman into a monster. I understand that ______ is her father but still. I got boxes on Ms.Courtney Danielle Coyle. Files of her accomplishments with the department. A whole slew of pictures of her in different stages of her life. I look around. Living out of hotel rooms. I survive on expensive steaks, fine cigars and rich Bourbons. Still lonely though. Women came at me like I'm some federal rock star. I guess I am. Amazing where this badge get you. Here's a picture of her standing in the window of her office. She's wearing a grey tshirt. The imprint of her lacy bra is clear. Tight levi jeans. No makeup. Clear lipgloss. Sexy wrinkles in her forehead. She's thinking about something or someone. Another picture with her back turned. I see her with her harness on. Locks down her back. Nice backside. That leopard spotted tattoo going down her arm. I reminisce about the times she would undress and masturbate for me. I knew then she was something else. She would model shoes for me. I would sit close to a thousand feet away in another building and watch her. Imagine what she felt like. I could feel her hands running down my chest. Wondered what her lips felt like on the smoothness of my bald head. I loved her voice and that thick country accent of hers. Wondered what her kisses would feel like on my-Shit! That's my phone ringing. Hell its the department ringing in. Not really ready to talk to them either. I had a lot of explaining to do. I had let a Southern Vixen cloud my judgement. So much to the point I violated the oath of my shield. What the hell was that? "What the hell you doing here?" Dressed in a black tshirt and black running tights. Black airmaxs. Hair in a ponytail. "Gatlin, you ain't happy to see me." I got a hard on just like that. I scanned the room for my gun. She had it on her. "Sit down bae let's talk." How the hell she get in here? "Courtney, what is this?" She walked towards me and her perfume stirred something in me. On tiptoes she stood and rubbed her face against my beard and I hear her moan. "You know Gatlin, I've wanted to do that since the first time I met you." She kissed my lips. Lord if this is the night I die, can I do so between the legs of this South Texas horse. Everything about her turned me on and I'm sure the feeling is mutual. She poisonous though. With my gun to me she orders me to sit down again. I obey. Glad to do it. She sits the pistol down. Her nails are painted red. "Courtney, what is this about?" She takes a sip of my brandy and smears red lipstick on the rim of it. Holds the glass to me where I can sip. Turns the glass where her lipstick is and I drink. She kiss me behind my ear and I almost explode. Handcuffs. Standard issue. She handcuffs me. Staring at the front of my pants. She knows the effect she has on me. Smiles.Her touch feels great. The chair I'm sitting in is leather. Wingback. She straddles me. "Somebody glad to see me." I want to flip this chair over so that I'm on top of her. Kisses my neck. "You smell good Gatlin. I'm sure you always do though." She let her hair brush up against my chest. I think the nape of this chick's neck is gorgeous. I kissed and licked her there. She growled. "This my game Gatlin." "What you want from me Piggy?" She stared at me with those piercing eyes of hers. Almost like she she was trying to see into me. I looked down. The thickness of her hips and thighs. I'm watching the swell of her breasts. Its intense. "So you let me go, Gatlin. Why?" She lean forward grab my face and rubbed her pretty face against my beard. She appreciated the time and upkeep I put into it I see. She takes off her socks and Air Max. Pretty feet. Toes painted the same shade of red. She tugged off her running tights. She's not wearing any panties. That lusciouness between her legs almost bald as my head. It had a tattoo of a Tiger's head. Clitoris pierced. She pulled her Tshirt over her head and I wanted to touch myself. Unhooked her bra and freed the girls from their satin fortress. Panther tattooed on her right thigh. She walked back over to me naked as the day she was born. "Michael, let's talk." She hit play on my Pandora and Con Funk Shun's Love's Train. She unbuttoned my shirt. I wanted to cup my hands down her ass but I'm handcuffed. She whispers, "Daddy, what you want me to do?" She'll be a righteous lover, Confunkshun? I watch her slide down. Her back is even pretty. This venoumous pretty creature is offering me man's greatest gift. If I die tonite. Her hands are on the fly of my Italian slacks.
It's him! I'm trying to adjust. This could very well be a cruel trick that my cerebrum is playing on me. I hadn't seen my daddy in years. It had been months since I'd even talked to him. He looked the same just older. He walked towards me with his hands up. I lowered my pistol and looked around. There was noone here but us. I still continued to maintain this property. We owned close to twenty heads of cattle. There was a couple hogs. Eighteen horses and plenty chickens. I paid a staff well to keep it up and every now and then I would come out here to take a look at the place myself. Courtney Danielle was painted big and bold across the rust colored barn. My daddy was crazy about his Trouble. My heart was beating a mile a minute because as I get closer to him, I can't contain my excitement. The front door of the SUV he was in opens. It's Thompson. What the hell he doing here, and why was he with my daddy. I raised my pistol and kept my eyes on Thompson. He raised his hands in surrender. "Easy Trouble. Thompson with me. This your daddy baby." "Thompson work for me, Daddy. How you know him?" He gave me that easy smile that works on all the women in his life. Coal black my daddy is. His once jet black hair was now distinguishly sprinkled with gray but he was still handsome as the day is long. "Trouble, we need to talk." I looked at Thompson, he nodded and lowered his hands. "Lonzo, I'm good and I don't mean you no harm. You know that. I just bought your daddy out here. You know it ain't safe for him in these streets by himself." He had a point. I wonder when he got in town. Hell I would've sent for him. Then again I'm now wanted myself. I guess like father like daugheter. I put my pistol away and wrapped myself in the arms of a man who I knew loved me unconditionally. "Trouble, I missed you like you wouldn't believe. Look at you." I hugged him tight but gave Lt. Derrick Thompson the look of death. I didn't like being blindsided. He could've called me and gave me the heads up. "Thompson, you stay here. I'mma take a walk with my old man." "You got it Lonzo." He insisted on calling me that. I had to laugh about it. "Damn Trouble, you got respect like that. They call your name like you a boss." I don't say anything. "You don't wanna talk, kiddo?" I looked up at him. Tears in my eyes and shook my head. "Its okay then Trouble. I need you to listen to me." I held his hand and squeezed it. "This ain't for you. You don't even look the same baby. I heard you doing your thang. Part of me proud of you and then another part of me is ashamed. Shamed of how you saw me do all the dirt I did." I rubbed his hand inside of mine. Here he was harbouring guilt from the mistakes I was making. I listened. "Trouble, you gotta think about my grandbaby. You don't want this for him. Eventually them white folks gone come after you and the state of Texas won't care nothing about you being a woman." He was right. I knew that I wouldn't have longevity in this. "Daddy, I effed up. Ain't no turning back now. I got a federal murder case now." I saw tears stream my daddy's face. I couldn't even force any to come from my own eyes. ______ crying? The only thing in this world could make him cry is his Trouble. Now I hear my son's laughter and I see him growing up. I need that. He don't deserve this either. What happened to me? I used to be a good girl. We walking now in silence still holding hands. "Daddy, I missed you." "I missed you too. I just want you to be ok. You my baby girl. My last daughter. How is it that you more like me than any other of my children?" "Daddy, they're looking for me now. I don't really know what to do." I could see the worry lines in his forehead. "I can put you up Trouble. You got an attorney?" I nodded my head. "Hell you good then. You a high ranking Houston police officer. A good lawyer could get you off from this no problem. Did you do it?" I turned around and looked him in the eyes. Didn't say anything. He looked away after a moment. "Okay Trouble. Daddy take care of it. This my mess. I'm gone clean this up." We stopped walking and I could feel my spidey senses tingling. I saw Thompson in the field waiting. "He work for me Daddy, but I feel like he a snake. I don't trust him." My daddy chuckled. "What should we do about Lieu Thompson?" I didn't think Thompson was a total snake. But something in me told me not to fully trust him just yet. "Daddy he cool for right now." "Girl you look just like your mama. I swear. How is she?" "Why don't you call and ask her. I'm sure she be glad to hear from you." "Naw I doubt it. Your mama always was too good for me." My mama loved my daddy like you wouldn't believe. "Call her daddy." My cell phone rings. Its Meika. "Hey chick." "Hey where you at?" She sounded funny. "I'm around the corner. What's up?" "I'm tired chick. Fiona shoes, wearing them will make you tired." They're listening. "Its cool lady. I'll see you another time then." The line went dead. "What's wrong, Trouble?" "My dawg. They got her. Her phone tapped and she letting me know." "Come on let's get off this road. Grab your stuff." Thompson wasn't anywhere around. I used my dad's cell phone to call him. "Hey this my daddy.He all I got." "Relax, Lonzo. I know that." I hung up on him. He got the message loud and clear. I LoVe you kid. I smiled. It was a text message from him. It was needed. My daddy got behind the wheel of my car. Turned on my radio and Cowgirls dont Cry come on. I love Brooks and Dunn. Turned it down low enough where he could hear me sob. "Daddy you're back. Now don't leave me. I need you." He kissed my forehead and shifted gears. We were both changed people. Daddy and daddy's little girl however daddy's little girl was now the wanted King of Houston. Imagine that.
