A WOMAN SCORNED
By Chubber
Beth glanced over at the clock before quietly slipping out of bed. She angrily looked over at her snoring husband before making her way out of the bedroom and down the stairs. She wasn't worried about him waking up; the 12 beers he drank plus the 3 sleeping pills she'd slipped him would keep him out for hours. With any luck by the time he woke she and the baby would be on the other side of the state. She poked her head in her daughter's room to make sure she was sleeping. Satisfied that she was and hoping she wouldn't wake up Beth slipped on a long coat and walked out the front door and climbed into her SUV.
It was about a fifteen-minute drive to her husband's police station which gave her time to think. Why she'd married the charming son of a bitch and followed him to this shitty little town she'd never know. A girl from the big city had no business in a town like this even if she was married to the town sheriff. But she tried to make it work, tried to be the best wife she could be and the bastard still cheated on her. Not just with one girl either. By the time the private investigator got back to her he'd identified at least 10 other women he'd been sleeping with, a few of which she'd considered friends.
By the time she'd pulled into the station parking lot she'd worked herself into a fury thinking about it. Walking in the front door she was greeted by an officer at the front desk. This time at night in this little town there was only one on duty. He was a young skinny kid who smiled wide when he saw it was Beth.
"What are you doing here at this hour Mrs. Leyland?"
Beth smiled at the kid, "Hello Sean, I told you to call me Beth remember."
His smile broadened, "OK Beth, can I help you with something?"
She could tell he had a crush on her so she'd started to flirt with him a few weeks ago when she'd worked out this plan.
Reaching across the table she placed her hand on his and said, "I need a favor Sean, I think my husband is up to something and I need to spend a little time in his office. I'll be as fast as I can and promise not to tell."
Sean got visibly nervous, "I don't know Beth, if you get caught I'll be in big trouble."
She smiled, "Honey, who's going to find out at this hour. I'll owe you one, besides I'm going to need a new friend when this is over," she said with an emphasis on friend.
Sean's face grew red and he quickly nodded, "OK just this once, make sure you don't tell anyone."
Leaning in she gave him a peck on the cheek before turning and heading towards the back. Sean was a nice kid and she felt bad about leading him on but it was a necessary evil. Instead of heading towards her husband's office she climbed the stairs to the security room that was filled with monitors and tape machines recording what the cameras throughout the station were shooting. She quickly found the monitors and machines that recorded the cell in the lower room and paused briefly watching the two men sleeping in their cells. She'd overheard her husband earlier in the day bragging about how he'd arrested the two black men and knew that tonight was the night. She pushed the eject button taking the disk out and replaced it with a new one. The technology in the tiny station was about 20 years behind the times. Taking a deep breath she turned walking down the stairs and headed towards the cells stopping at the door to think one more time about what she was about to do. Fighting off a case of cold feet with the humiliation her husband had caused she opened the door and locked it behind her. The noise from the door opening and closing woke the two prisoners who shot up out of there bunks. Beth just stood there with her hands on her hips glancing back and forth at the two convicts who, of course, new exactly who she was. You didn't spend any time in this town without knowing who the sheriff's pretty blonde wife was.
Growing tired of the awkward silence one of them barked, "What the fuck do you want bitch?"
Beth smiled at the big black with the shaved head in the left cell. She couldn't remember his name but he was one scary looking guy. At 6 foot 5 and 265lbs of solid muscle he looked like he ate steroids for breakfast, lunch and dinner. All he had on was a pair of dirty boxers and his muscles rippled with every movement.
"I'm just trying to decide which one of you I'm going to fuck first," she answered with a grin.
The two men looked at each other confused. Beth turned her attention to the other prisoner and looked him up and down. He was almost as tall as the first but skinny with long dreadlocks down past his shoulders. She couldn't of hand picked two better guys to get back at her racist husband with. The fact that they were prisoners in his own jail just made it that much more affective.
"I just can't decide so I guess we'll just flip a coin, either of you want to call it," she said pulling a quarter from her coat pocket.
She looked back and forth between the two men, "No? Fine I'll call it myself. Your heads," she said pointing to the Rastafarian.
She threw the coin high in the air and let it fall to the ground. All three of them watched as it rolled on its side momentarily before stopping and tipping over. Beth looked down then back at the skinny one and said, "I'm sorry it's tails but don't worry you'll get your turn."
"What the fuck is this bullshit all about bitch," skinny yelled.
She laughed, "You two could not have picked a better time to get arrested."
She reached down and untied the front of her jacket letting it fall to the ground. She smiled at the confused and shocked looks on their faces when they realized she had absolutely nothing on underneath which left her standing there in nothing but a pair of black high heels. She could practically feel both men's stares as they ran their eyes over her flawless body. They took in her full D-cup breasts, flat stomach, long lean legs, and the neatly trimmed blonde patch that rested over her little pink slit. She stood for several moments then walked over and kneeled in front of the big one's cell.
He looked down at her and said, "You shouldn't get that close bitch."
She looked up at him seductively, "What, are you going to hurt me? I have a feeling you'd rather me suck your dick."
He paused before asking confused, "You want to suck my dick?"
She smiled, "Well, I wouldn't be naked and on my knees in front of you if I didn't now would I?"
He paused briefly before walking up to her, stepping out of his boxers and pressing himself up against the bars letting his thick cock dangle only inches from her face.