As Lis settled into her couch with a bowl of oatmeal she let out a soft chuckle. In her mind she was comparing her midtown apartment to Kelvin's loft. The size of his home and oh yes, the private garage were luxuries she could only dream of. Until she met Xavier Washington those dreams were reachable. Now she would be lucky to keep her job. The comparison was the only levity in an otherwise depressing and emotional day. Lis had broken up with D. J. earlier that morning. The insurance executive hadn't taken it well.
Lis was the finest piece of ass he would ever know and it became apparent as he pleaded with the gorgeous blonde to tell him what he had done wrong. D. J. had always given his girlfriend an impression of being a strong man. That apparent strength disintegrated right in front of her and proved itself a pathetic fraud. She left the man broken. It would probably take him years to get over her. As for Lis she really liked D. J. and the last thing she wanted to do was hurt him. Still she knew it was the right thing to do as painful as it seemed. If somehow they had stayed together how long would it have been before her lily white boyfriend found Lis lying in a bed with a black man on top of her?
Lis slept on the couch for over three hours. The girl usually spent Saturday afternoon roller blading or biking through the park. It would have helped. The past few days had been as stressful as any she'd ever experienced. The only relief had been her time with X. For whatever reason, she had forgiven him for using her like some sort of commodity to exchange with Kelvin Jones for construction services. It actually was an easy exercise for the black man, so experienced in handling these things with women. He simply concentrated on the fact that Lis had forgotten to run a simple errand for him. He never did it in a negative or overbearing way. While Lis raged about X's betrayal he calmly reminded her that he had been left with little choice. As innocent and commonplace as her incompetence was it would have cost him over $2 million if the lease had been broken. He poured on an ample portion of guilt mixed with a helping of how sorry he was for panicking and making a bad decision.
X's abilities got him what he wanted. Lis' anger ran out of gas and then her feelings for the black man slowly took over. She told X everything that had happened between her and his friend Kelvin. She even admitted that she had enjoyed the feeling she got being with a strange man she had just met. From there X got the blonde attorney to talk about her brief experience of being with a black man in public. How it had both troubled and excited her. While it was just noise to X it was something he would file in his database under Lis Rome. In his mind, committed to memory he had many files on hundreds of women he had controlled and you never knew when a seemingly useless admission would be able to be used to his advantage in the future.
Lis was a smart girl but so naïve she was an easy victim for X. After a couple of phone conversations and a long talk at his townhouse X got the beautiful white woman's submission. They ended up in his bed making love and she spent the night with him. She took up his invitation several more times over the course of the week and just like that she was totally hooked again.
Meanwhile there was still the matter of X's legal problems. Lis had met with Corinna Everlund another time hoping that she could avoid going to court. Instead all she got was another sexual come on. Lis had found that the prosecutor was good at seducing another woman. She wouldn't put her in a league with Xavier Washington but the well built amazon was smooth. She had asked Lis out again and intimated that it could help X but not with enough straight forward conviction so that it could be trusted. Other than that Lis noticed a sincere desire from the prosecutor that X go to jail. She didn't understand Everlund. They didn't have a great case. All they had was the defendant's strong wish not to put everything on the line and go to a verdict. This trepidation was typical of all defendants. There was nothing concrete that would get X convicted. Lis just knew that there was something going on but she had no idea what it was and there really was no way to get to the bottom of this mystery.
Lis finally felt like shaking the cob webs in the late afternoon. She threw on her running shoes and did a quick four miles up to the park and back. She let her athletic ability kick in once she got into the park. Lis was easily under a 7 minute mile and it was effortless for her. Her leg muscles worked with a combination of grace and power that the most talented artist would be hard pressed to capture. On most days she noticed some of the usual stares from interested parties but as she glided through the park today she was deep in thought.
If she went to court on X's assault charge there was a good chance that she could win the case. She was a great litigator and on the surface the State's case was not that strong. Still it was more than X's freedom at stake. If she lost the case who knew what X would do to barter for a lesser sentence. Would he put her career at stake? Additionally what if there was something under the surface with regards to X's charges. Was she walking into some sort of set up? There was no reason that Everlund owed her more of a look at the State's case than they had too. She had done her usual superb job preparing but she was spooked.
Lis got back to her apartment covered in sweat from the exertion in the mid-eighties temperature. She had four messages on her answering machine. They were all from girlfriends wondering about her and D. J. She hadn't even thought about having to face friends regarding the break up. It felt like just one more burden for her. It sure wasn't going to be easy to explain. "Hey girl, D. J. just wasn't measuring up especially in the sex department. So I started knocking boots with this real stud, a big black one and whoa, talk about all those myths. They're all true. Those black boys really know how to ride us white girls and put us away wet." Lis shuddered at the thought of the reactions of some of her country club friends if they found out she was sleeping with a black man.
Lis had normally gone out with D. J. on Saturdays. Tonight she was eating a bowl of fruit and granola and watching TV. Her predicament with X was seeping back into her thoughts. She had broken more than a few rules getting into this mess. That's when it came to her. There was an obvious way out of this hole and it involved going a little deeper before she would be able to climb out. It was still early enough in the evening to do what she had to do.
9
Lis struggled to pull on the shiny black PVC pants. She had to lie on the bed and shimmy into them they were so tight. She had been given the pants as a sort of gag gift for her 30th birthday. She had worn them once for D. J. and she thought he was going to blow a load in his pants he was so turned on. She didn't bother with undergarments just a red satin camisole and a pair of black high heel pumps. Lis grabbed her purse and went out and hailed a cab.
She was wondering if she was going to end up in a hospital as the cabdriver refused to look at the road ahead of him. His eyes were glued to the rear view mirror and his extraordinarily sexy passenger. After ignoring two red lights and nearly killing a pedestrian Lis told the driver that she was in no real rush so he could slow down.
Weekend nights ended a few hours later in the city than in most other places so knocking on a door at 9pm wasn't out of the ordinary. The tony brownstone was 25 blocks north of Lis' apartment and across town. Lis loved this neighborhood and with a little financial luck hoped to move here someday. She was wondering if she was doing the right thing as she rang the bell next to the door. As it was, she had taken a huge chance that someone would be home. The attorney was walking another ethical tightrope. Lis was about to walk away when Assistant District Attorney Corinna Everlund opened the door.
"Well what a nice surprise. Come in." Corinna smiled and stepped aside to let her guest inside.
"Thanks. I know it's a little late." Lis begged to be excused.
The muscular prosecutor was wearing a blue silk robe that went down to mid thigh and her legs were shiny with moisturizer. It was obvious that she was in for the night.
"Nonsense. I was just relaxing with a book. And before you get the idea I'm taking money from the mafia, I married well and divorced even better." Corinna waved her arms at the paintings on the walls and the sumptuous furniture with a hearty laugh.
"Oh you were married?" Lis was surprised to hear that.
"Sure! We can all experiment can't we?" Corinna laughed at her own joke. "So what brings you over on a weekend night all dolled up? Out walking your pussy?"
The prosecutor's eyes were glued to Lis' body. The pants were so tight and the plastic material was so thin every muscular curve and protrusion was outlined including her labia lips which pouted out shamelessly at the apex of her legs. Lis hadn't noticed the bulge when she had dressed and when she saw what her host was referring too she turned a bright red. Corinna smiled seemingly enjoying the pretty blonde's predicament.
"No I came to discuss the Xavier Washington case." Lis let the remark about her genitals go and answered Corinna straight.
"In that case I'll need a scotch. Care for one?" Corinna offered.
"Sure, on the rocks please." Lis answered.
"Have a seat." Corinna called out from the kitchen.
