During my last class on Tuesday afternoon I was startled when my cell phone which I had in the pocket of my slacks began vibrating. I always turn of the ringer during class as I request my students also do. After class I check my voice mail to find that Bill had called. He apologized telling me that he had to cancel for Wednesday night. Seems Tess had made a prior commitment which he could not get out of. Bill said he would get in touch with me as soon as he could.
Seemed kind of strange that he couldn't tell me when he'd be calling me again but I figured he had a good reason. I resigned myself to spending Tuesday and perhaps even Wednesday night alone in my apartment.
Tuesday night was no problem I had planned on cleaning the apartment anyway because I was planning on Bill being there the next night.
Wednesday after my last class I decided to gather up my dirty laundry and go to the laundry mat. I changed into a comfortable pair of jeans a tee shirt and sneakers. I pulled my long black hair back into a pony tail and through the opening of my Red Sox baseball cap.
The laundry was empty when I arrived and I quickly claimed two machines next to each other and loaded both with my dirty things. I was sitting on a rather uncomfortable bench thumbing through a magazine when I notice two men walk by the front of the laundry mat. The biggest of the pair a black man must have been at least 6 foot 3 inches and very muscular. His buddy much shorter and stocky appeared to be hispanic and wore his jeans lower than any of the gangster types I'd seen around campus. As they walked by the smaller of the two glanced toward me and then immediately tapped his buddy on the arm.
They disappeared from sight for only a moment then returned to stand facing the laundry obviously checking me out. I immediately returned my attention to the magazine hoping they'd take a look and then continue on their way.
My hopes were dashed when I heard the door swing open. I ignored the sound and kept my eyes directed to the magazine.
"Hey mamma! What's a fine lookin lady like you doing in here all alone?" The black man asked as they approached.
With out lifting my face from the magazine I replied. "Laundry duh." Using my most sarcastic tone of voice.
"She's not very friendly bro." The hispanic male said as they stood in front of me.
I finally looked up at them trying my best to use the sternest expression I could and hide the fear of what this encounter could develop into from the two of them.
They both wore flat brimmed ball caps. The hispanic's face was pot marked with scars from a serious case of acne in his younger days. His black companion had a broad smile on his face showing off a bright gold tooth in the front of his mouth.
"Maybe she needs a little encouragement?" The pot marked hispanic said just before he sat down next to me.
I turned my head toward him and said. "Fuck off!"
"I don't think she wants to be your friend Jesus." The black dude commented.
I instantly replied. "You got that right bro."
"Let's just see about that." Jesus replied as he reached out and groped my tit.
His brazen action startled me but I grabbed his hand and pulled it away as I said. "Don't touch me you bastard."
The black man laughed then said. "Maybe she just wants us to fuck her in the ass Jesus."
Jesus smiled and said. "Bet she's got one tight fuckin ass too bro."
Panic set in and I consider screaming but knew no one would hear me. I knew that if I didn't get them to back off now I was going to be brutally raped by these to gang bangers.
"I wouldn't let you fuck my ass if you were the last man on earth." I said trying to get them to reconsider what all three of us knew they wanted.
"Let's fuck this slut bro." Jesus encouraged his black buddy.
I looked the black dude straight in the eye and said. "Over my lifeless body." Letting him know he was in for a fight if he tried.
He reached down and grasped my wrist tightly his eyes glued to mine he said. "Have it your way bitch."
I tried to pull my arm away from him just as I heard the front door open. I looked toward the door and instantly felt relief. A uniformed police officer was standing in the door way.
"You two low life's want to let the young lady alone?" He said with his hand resting on the butt of his service revolver at his side.
My wrist had already been released and Jesus was standing as I quietly said. "Fuck both of you!"
The officer walked toward me as Jesus and his black buddy began walking toward the door. As they passed the officer said. "I'll be watching for you two mother fuckers." He continued toward me as I stood up. "Are you okay Miss?" He asked.
"Yes officer I'm fine." I replied quickly adding. "But I'm sure glad you happened by though."
"I was driving by when I noticed those two standing over you and figured you weren't discussing how to do laundry so I swung around. You know Miss this isn't the kind of neighborhood that a pretty young woman should be alone in at night." He said with a smile on his lips.
I looked at his name badge then said. "Well Officer Jones I usually do my laundry on Saturday morning and this place is always full then."
As he extended his hand I noticed he wasn't wearing any rings. "Well I'm glad I could be of assistance tonight Miss......." His voice trailed off almost as if he was asking a question.
"It's Genevieve Walker Officer Jones." I replied figuring he wanted to know my name.
"Please call me Phil Miss Walker." He replied as we shook hands.
I smiled and said. "If you'll call me Gen."
His smile broadened and his baby blue eyes sparkled at little more as he said. "Genevieve is such a pretty name.
Phil has hair nearly as jet black as mine. He keeps it short and wears if kind of spiked giving him a strong appearance. His muscular arms certainly helped with that appearance and I was certain he works out regularly. As I said, "Thank you Phil for both the compliment and for rescuing me from those two gangsters." I wondered if his chest which was protected by a bullet proof vest, is a muscular as his arms.
"My shift ends in about half an hour Gen if you'd like I can come back and make sure you get home safe and sound." Phil offered.
I grinned at him and replied. "I don't want to put you out that way Phil."
"It'd be my pleasure Gen." He said.
"Thank you Phil I'd like that. I'll try to have my laundry dried and folded by the time you get back." I answered.
"Great Gen and if those two guys show up again I want you to dial 911 immediately on your cell." Phil suggested.
"I sure will Phil." I said.
"Great I'll see you in about forty five minutes then Gen." He said as he turned and started toward the door. "See you later Officer Jones." I said smiling widely at him when he turned to wave as he opened the door to leave and I began unloading my clean laundry from the washers.
As I settled back into the bench to wait for Phil and the three dryers to finish I placed my cell next to me just in case I needed to call 911 before he returned. I didn't bother with a magazine instead watching carefully in case someone came in.
A little after eleven I was half finished folding my laundry when a black SUV pulled to a stop directly in front of the laundry. The tinted windows made it impossible for me to see who was inside so I grabbed my cell and waited for the driver to appear.
I was relieved when Phil appeared around the back of the car and started crossing the side walk to the door. As he entered I smiled broadly at him and said. "Be finished in a couple minutes Phil."
"Take your time Gen." He replied adding, "I have all night."
I rolled the laundry cart to the last dryer and pulled the garments from the machine. As I moved the cart back to the counter where I had been folding my clothes I looked at Phil. He was no longer wearing his uniform instead he had changed into a black tee shirt and a rather tight pair of jeans. Without the protective vest his muscular chest showed perfectly through the thin fabric of his shirt confirming my earlier thoughts about his build. His jeans fit tight enough that I could tell he was packing more than his service revolver too.
"This won't take but a minute or two Phil." I answered.
As luck would have it the last load of laundry was my underwear and Phil began paying close attention to each lacy garment as I carefully folded them.
Phil hooked a finger on the thin strap of one of my black lace thongs and held it up. After a boyish giggle he said, "This is veryyyyy interesting." stretching the end of the word very.
I smiled and replied. "I like wearing sexy things Phil. That's not a felony is it?"
"Oh no Gen. In fact I believe it'd be a crime for someone with a body like yours not to wear sexy things like this." Phil remarked as he twirled my thong around his index finger.
I giggled and as I grabbed the tiny thong from his finger I asked. "Do you like seeing a woman dressed in this kind of underwear?" I already knew the answer.
Phil jumped right at the chance to say. "Absolutely but I enjoy peeling them off even more."
In my most innocent tone of voice I said. "My goodness Officer Jones are you trying to seduce me?"
"I was actually wondering the same thing about you. After all you did save all this sexy lingerie for last." Phil replied.
I turned to face him and placed both hands on his chest. "There will be no wondering if I decide to seduce you Phil." I remarked.
He smiled but did not respond as I turned and finished folding the last of my lingerie and placed them in my wash basket.
"All done." I said while putting the container of detergent and fabric softener on top.
Phil grabbed one basket under each arm and said. "Where'd you park Gen." I assumed he was hoping I hadn't driven.
"I'm in the side lot Phil." I replied.
As I followed him to the door I was able to check out his strong back muscles and his cute butt. I pulled the door open for him and stepped aside so he could slide by with the baskets.
"That's my Volvo." I said as we turned the corner of the laundry and headed into the side lot.
He laughed and said. "And a classic Volvo it is too."
