Текст книги "Cassie"
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Chapter 9
Cassie
I was losing myself, caught up in the act of sex, and the sweet sensation of being high. For several days since the hot tub encounter we’d been binging on alcohol and cocaine. When we ran out, Rocky would go and get us more. Time was irrelevant. I called out of work, and ignored my responsibilities.
Tammy had been helping us explore our sexuality. She was teaching me to let go and accept the beauty of a gentle caress, the brush of a pair of soft lips, and the euphoria that could be brought when a person was willing to try new things.
The effervescent glow of her skin left me flushed, confused, and overwhelmed. I never thought I’d partake in something so risqué, so taboo and forbidden. Her actions were practiced and seductive, her touch hot enough to ignite a flame. My eyes were open, scanning the room for Brant. This was all for him; something he’d fantasized about for as long as I’d known him. Much like every other man on the planet, Brant wanted to be with two women. I’d been against it for far too long, letting jealousy stand in the way of exploring my sexuality.
This however, was like walking a tightrope of good and bad. I knew there would be consequences for my actions. We were both aware this would change the dynamic of our relationship. We’d either be stronger than ever, or fall apart into a million irreparable pieces.
With our lives spinning in a whirlwind of disarray already, I found solace in new discovery – the feelings and thrills it gave me. His hazed over eyes were focused on her touch, while my body trembled beneath her fingers. Parts of me reacted immediately to the way her hand coursed over my pussy. She glanced up at me to make sure I wasn’t going to stop her. Tammy wasn’t just skilled physically. She knew exactly how to act to make her partners feel comfortable. I suppose that’s what kept them coming back. She was popular, and she had every right to be. Instead of accepting what society believed to be forbidden, she basked in the unthinkable, all the while knowing it would bring her the utmost fulfillment.
Her blonde hair slicked back in a ponytail swung around as she dipped down to kiss over my kneecap. Her slow motions were soothing. She took her time converging around my thighs, dragging her nails over the inside of them.
Naked and exposed to her tender touch, I was too stoned to admit what I was doing. This would go down in the history book of another experience I kept secret from the important people in my life. I was doing this for Brant, on the anniversary of the first time we were together. This celebratory encounter started as a promise, but had turned into something delightful.
All it took to strip down in front of her was a line of coke and her coaxing. I was denying being attracted to a woman, because I’d been taught it was wrong. I wasn’t a lesbian, but gratification was hard to come by, and she knew exactly where I needed extra attention.
She walked her fingers up my abdomen, circling both of my nipples with those long manicured nails. They began to tingle and harden as she watched. Entertained by her own actions, Tammy let out a gasp and pierced her lips together as she ducked down and kissed the skin above my pussy.
Brant’s eyes were fixed on what she was doing, one of his hands down his pants. He hadn’t had time to remove them, or prepare. We’d been fooling around to get a rise out of him and one thing had led to another. At first I wasn’t going to go through with it. I told him I wasn’t comfortable enough in my own skin to be around someone as open as Tammy. I felt like he’d want her instead of me.
Now, all I could think about was where her lips were about to be, and how they were going to make me feel.
Her tongue, long and stiff, slipped down brushing over my clit. My body bucked the moment she made contact with my sensitive bud. A little cry escaped my lips, and I swear I heard Brant in the corner groaning. All of a sudden he’d freed his cock and was stroking away while watching us together.
Tammy turned when she heard him. Her smile was evil, like she knew she was getting to both of us. She was in control and we were her puppets. “Is this what you want, Brant? Your girlfriend tastes so good. Mmm, I could eat her all night.”
“Fuck,” was the only thing to come out of his mouth.
She reached forward and kissed me on the mouth, her tongue circling against mine in a matched pattern. I had to close my eyes, because they were becoming too heavy to keep open. Both of her hands were once again on my thighs, her thumbs rubbing up the muscles. I was not only turned on, but could feel my natural lubrication trickling down to my ass. She drug the back of her hand up my pussy, spreading it around while watching and licking her lips.
Then, while glaring into my eyes, she rubbed my juices over her lips. A wicked grin filled her face as she lowered her body again, positioning herself between my legs. This was it; the moment I’d feared I’d never be able to handle. Another woman was about to eat my pussy and I wanted it to happen. I was crumbling into a pile of ecstasy.
Then I felt her warm tongue penetrating me, lapping me up, and then dragging over my pulsating bud. She moaned again, sucking on my essence while I clung to the plush carpet beneath me.
I couldn’t look at Brant. My focus was only on what Tammy was able to do with her tongue. She kept at it, circling my clit like it was a bull’s-eye. Then I couldn’t handle it. Her touch was too precise. She knew exactly where to attend to make me go crazy. As a woman, she didn’t waste more time exploring my body. She was there for one reason, and as she claimed my pussy as her own, I knew nothing would ever feel this good again.
It took me a few seconds to catch my breath, and in that time, Brant had come over to join us. Tammy welcomed him in our little space, allowing him enough room to touch me. She toyed with my spent pussy, fingering me as my juices continued to pour out. “I’m afraid I’ve found a new pet to play with. She’s delightful, just like I knew she would be. The good girls are always the best to fuck.”
“Is it my turn?” He asked her.
She moved her head from side to side. “Not yet. She has some work to do before you can have her, don’t you, Cassie?”
I knew exactly what she wanted and I was so high I didn’t even consider what I was about to do. She lifted her body until she was straddling my face but didn’t lower herself, not yet. She turned back and lifted her ass first, putting it right up in my boyfriend’s face. “Give him permission. Let him touch me while he’s fucking you. Share him with me, Cassie.”
I couldn’t look at Brant. I already knew what his answer would have been. How could he not want to be a part of this epic encounter? “Yes,” I whispered.
It was obvious when he slid up between my legs. Tammy turned around to face him. She lowered her ass until she was feeding me her pussy. I brought my hands up and began running my mouth over her skin while listening to two of them kissing. I wanted to hate it; to beg him to stop touching her, but I was too elated to ask and too high to care. I wanted him to experience being with both of us, and I couldn’t explain why.
Maybe it was the drugs, or the alcohol we’d consumed right before. Maybe I was sick in my head. Maybe I was tired of being the good girl. Whatever the case, I allowed my boyfriend to kiss and caress another woman, while I did the same. The smell of her natural essence filled my nostrils, but I was too taken back to taste her. Then I felt it, Brant entering me. His slow pace was too much to handle. Tammy slid forward, sitting her butt down over my breasts. She then turned and lowered her mouth to mine, our bodies parallel to one another. Brant kept ramming into me, even harder after she’d adjusted. She was rubbing her pussy against mine, moaning in sync with me. I could feel her hand massaging her clit. She sat up and leaned back to kiss Brant while I watched. Then he pulled out of me. Like a light switch going off, I’d changed my mind, but it was too late. He was taking her from behind while I remained stuck underneath of her. I watched their faces, and the way his hands came up and cupped both of her breasts. In that moment I wanted to scream – to cry and run away, but I was trapped. I’d asked for this. I’d let it happen.
Brant didn’t falter with Tammy. Eventually he pushed her off of me and slide back inside. I could feel the tears running down the sides of my face, not that he noticed. He bucked roughly until finally his body stiffened.
As soon as I was able, I got up and locked myself in the bathroom. I had destroyed the little bit of conscious I had left. This was one of the lowest points in my life. There would be no going back and changing things. What was done couldn’t be undone. There were no take-backs.
This was where I should have put a stop to the madness; ended this charade of being in control and accepted my parents were right. This was where I should have run home and never looked back.
Except I didn’t.
Chapter 10
Cassie
It took me years to find the courage to stand up for what I wanted in life, and only a matter of weeks for me to throw it all away on sex, drugs, and crime. When I looked in the mirror, I no longer saw the sweet girl my parents raised. Instead I saw someone who woke in the morning looking for a fix to get me through; someone willing to toss her morals aside for the high.
Several weeks ago I fell victim to my own hunger. I yearned for something more, and found solace in whatever I could put in my body to make the days easier.
I stopped caring about saving up and moving on. I lived in the now. Even Brant knew he’d changed me. The drug use only got worse once we started doing them together. Before getting high, I struggled to find the positive in my life. When we used we were unstoppable, so I thought.
Keeping myself in check to manage my job was becoming difficult though. I struggled with staying straight, on account of feeling so good when I wasn’t. Several times Brant had asked me to stop, begging me to go back to being the person he fell in love with. I suppose he didn’t like the new me very much, probably because I didn’t care anymore. Nothing affected me, not even the knowledge of the dangerous situation we were living in.
I started stealing little things for the excitement, bringing the wrong change to drunk patrons who wouldn’t notice. Each night I’d bring home over a hundred dollars, only half were tips. Originally, my intentions were to save it, but our habit was becoming too expensive to manage. As my hunger increased, the need for more daily cash was relevant. Brant only knew half of it, not that I cared about his opinion. He’d shown me how much easier it was to steal than to work hard for a little reward.
Our home life was better, but not because things had changed. Rocky was still a perverted dick, and Tammy remained to be a sore on my ass.
With the exception of the two times I got carried away, the hot tub and then the threesome with Brant, I ignored her like the plague. She was too judgmental to be around without being scrutinized for my actions. She acted like I’d asked for it to happen. If I wanted a mother, I would have gone home.
Speaking of which, I hadn’t contacted anyone in my family, even though I’d purchased a new cell phone. I wanted to feel bad about keeping in touch with my cousins, but they’d never understand my new lifestyle.
I felt invincible, up until everything came crashing down. In the blink of an eye I saw my life flash before my eyes. Now I had to come to terms with my actions, and what I was going to do to save myself, because let’s face it, I’d burned every bridge I had crossed to get to this point.
It was just another day at work, daunting and obviously a necessary means. I’d gone on my break in desperate need of a fix to get me through the next four hours of being on my feet. Like every afternoon, I crouched down in the back corridor outside and prepared my pipe. I packed the contents and began to heat them up until they were ready to inhale. As soon as I took my first hit I saw feet approaching. The glass bowl fell to the concrete ground, the tip shattering and spilling the liquid. I scrambled to keep it covered as the person came to stand over me. My eyes slowly coursed their way up his faded jeans, stopping when something reflective and shiny caught them. It was a badge for the FBI. Almost afraid to look up, I swallowed the lump in my throat and sank down further against the building.
“Turn around and put your hands behind your back.”
I was already crying, silently pleading he’d give me a break and let me go. Maybe if I told him how terrible my life had been he’d feel sorry for me; he’d pity my situation.
I felt the metal cuffs being attached to my wrists. This was really happening. I was being detained.
“You’re under arrested for possession of illegal narcotics.” He continued with the rest of the Miranda rights while I bawled uncontrollably, as if it was going to somehow help the situation.
I said nothing as he led me to his unmarked cruiser and put me in the backseat. Once he was seated in the front, he adjusted the mirror to look at me. He removed a pair of aviator sunglasses for a better view. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you drugs were bad?” I watched as he held up my purse before lowering it. I could hear him shuffling through my things. “I have the right to search your property. Is there any needles in here I should know about?”
“No,” I managed to say.
He pulled out my wallet and looked at my license photo. “North Carolina. Is that where you’re from?”
“Yes.”
“So, your current address is this one listed?”
“Yes,” I lied.
He turned to face me instead of talking in the reflection of the rearview mirror. “I know for a fact that you’re lying, Cassandra Healy.”
“It’s Cassie,” I corrected him. “No one has ever called me that.”
“When I file the charges it will have to be under Cassandra. There’s no getting around it.”
“Whatever.” All I could think about was what my parents were going to say when they found out I’d been arrested for drugs. They’d disown me forever. “Do what you need to do.”
“How long have you been using?” He asked.
I shrugged. “Why do you care? Either way I’m going to jail. I’ve just ruined my life, and you want to know how long it’s been going on? It seems irrelevant don’t you think?”
He snickered at my response. “Actually, I’m asking because you’re going to go through withdrawals. In some cases where it’s pretty new, it’s easier to kick.”
“How thoughtful of you to care,” I answered sarcastically. “I’ll be fine.”
“Suit yourself.” He turned and started to pull out of the parking lot. I saw a few of my co-workers outside watching me being carted away. My job was probably terminated, and all I could think about was how I was the reason.
In that moment I wanted to die.
The FBI building was set up so we could enter through a back entrance. An agent led me through a long hallway. Another one said something snarky to the guy I was in the presence of. “Looks like you picked up another trophy wife, Campbell. Are you starting a collection to keep at your house?”
“Fuck off, Regan. At least I’m out doing my job. What’s it like being on desk duty? Are you enjoying being the coffee bitch?” He replied while taking us into what looked like an interrogation room. He sat me down and took off the restraints. I brought my arms to the front of my body, trying to relieve some of the pain they were in from being in the same position for quite a while.
He left me sitting inside alone for only a minute before returning with a large manila folder. A single sheet of paper sat on top. It was an arrest form, and he’d already filled out my full name at the top.
I sat silently watching him sealing my fate as he continued to fill out the report. “Do you have anyone you’d like to call, Ms. Healy?”
I thought about Brant, and then my family. “No.”
“Why don’t I believe you?”
“I don’t want to contact anyone. It’s my choice, right?”
He slid the form over, placing a pen on top. “Sign your name.”
More hot tears fell down my cheeks. This was really happening. There wasn’t any getting out of this. If convicted, which I knew I would be, I’d have a criminal record for the rest of my life.
I signed my name while sobbing, never looking up at the agent until I was finished.
He took the pen first, and then pulled the paper back in front of him. “Now, before I put this in the system I have a question for you.”
“Okay. I’m listening, sir.”
“I’d like to make this charge go away permanently. You seem like you’re in a bad way, and I think I can help you.”
“I don’t need help,” I stammered.
“I think you do. You have two options here. You can help me, or I can take you to a cell where you’ll stay until you can either make bail, which could still require more time. It’s your choice. I can give you a couple minutes to make a decision.” He stood and headed for the door. Right before he was able to open it, I called him back.
“Wait.” I sighed, imagining my fate and my future if I continued on the path I was on. “What do I have to do?”
He sat back down and passed the folder toward me. “Open it.”
I don’t know what I expected to see. I wasn’t high enough to be hallucinating, so I knew it was real. The photographs before me were shocking. I looked up at the agent, hoping for an explanation as to why he had pictures of me and Brant. “What is this?”
“Are you aware of the illegal actions going on at the place you’re residing?”
“No.” I had to lie. According to Brant, Rocky was a bad man. I couldn’t cross him. It was possible he had the ability to have me killed. I had no idea how bad of a person he was, or what he was willing to do to save face.
“I think you’re lying, Ms. Healy. I think you know exactly what’s going on, and I’m pretty certain your boyfriend was hired to help with the next drop.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“What does your boyfriend do for a living?”
I shrugged. “He hasn’t found a job yet.”
He flipped through a few photos, coming to one where Brant was taking a device off of an ATM machine. “Are you denying your involvement with this man?”
He knew I wasn’t telling the truth. I was in hot water, and I didn’t know how to get out. “No. I didn’t know about this.”
He pointed to a person sitting at a slot machine in the distance. “This is you. I know that, because I have surveillance from that particular night. I also suspect you lifted a wallet while you were there. It seems this man,” he pointed to the gruffly man I’d stolen from. “Reported his wallet stolen to security. It was later located in the bathroom waste. I have video of you, not only taking the wallet, but also going in and out of the restroom. Now, this can go two ways, Ms. Healy. You can cooperate with me and make my job a whole lot easier, or you can sit here and withhold information. I can have you locked up for not only drug possession, but also theft, and proceed with the investigation accordingly without your assistance. If you choose to help me, this official report will go into the trash. If you proceed to withhold information this will get filed by this evening.”
I closed my eyes, trying to manage my trembling body. This was too much to take in. He wanted me to become an informant, and in doing so I’d be incriminating Brant. How was I to choose my freedom over the man I loved? Had he led me down this path I couldn’t escape from? Was he as bad as my parents had said? Clearly he’d been helping Rocky since the first night we arrived. Whether it was a test or not was still to be determined. I wondered how many other lies were out there, and because of it, what was I willing to do to uncover them. I needed answers. I deserved them, after giving up my life to be with him. Maybe I needed to hit rock bottom before I could find salvation. Maybe this was my way out of this hellish life I’d been living.
“What would you like to know?”
Chapter 11
Cassie
I’m not really sure how long we sat there going over details of Rocky’s operation. The little I knew about it wasn’t going to be very helpful, and I was fully aware if anyone found out I’d ratted my life could be over.
In the time I sat with the agent, we went over every single day since the moment we’d arrived in Vegas. He wrote everything down, while also recording the conversation.
I wanted to ask about Brant, but knew I’d be pushing it, especially since he was giving me the opportunity to avoid being charged. I had to do this, because I couldn’t live with myself if my parents ever found out the way I’d been living my life.
As far as Brant’s involvement, I had to hope I could convince him to stop and run away with me, otherwise he’d be going down with the ship, because telling him I was informing the task force of their business wasn’t an option. He’d be irate, and in turn would lash out, sending alarm to Rocky.
The agent, who said his name was Logan Campbell, made me sign a bunch of papers. If I screwed up, I’d be charged with interfering in an investigation. Alongside of the crimes I’d already committed I’d be doing jail time.
Special Agent Campbell was in charge of the investigation, and had been for quite some time. According to him they’d surveyed Rocky, also known as Rockefeller James, for around two years, gathering enough intel to be able to shut down his operation. Without someone on the inside, they’d been unable to establish timelines, mostly because Rocky kept everything to himself until the last minute. I knew how crucial I was for this case. However, he was giving me no choice. If I didn’t abide by his terms I could go to jail.
After agreeing to be his in, he brought in more files and surveillance photographs, stating it was only a part of the information they’d collected.
We’d been in there for several hours before I started to worry about Brant coming to work to look for me. “What time is it?”
“It’s almost seven, why?”
“My boyfriend picks me up from work. I get off at seven. If I’m not there he’s going to require an explanation. Unless you want me to tell him I was detained by the FBI, you better get me back.”
He stood up from the table and left the room, only to come back with my purse. “Call him. Tell him you’re covering for a friend until she can get there. Tell him she’s having car troubles.” Since he was adamant, I did what he said immediately without argument.
Brant answered on the first ring. “Hey, baby. Did you get off early. I can be there in fifteen minutes.”
I looked straight at the concerned agent as I purposely lied to my boyfriend. “No. It’s the opposite. Chloe is having trouble with her car. She got a flat tire. They’re taking their time fixing it, so she’s running late. I told the manager I’d stay until she could arrive.”
“Okay. I’m making you a special dinner tonight. The house is all ours for a change. I’m making your favorite, and I even splurged on that fancy wine you like drinking.”
I felt terrible for being a liar while he unsuspectingly prepared to impress me. I was essentially planning his demise while he was cooking dinner. I felt like a horrible person. “I can’t wait. I’ll call you when I’m ready.”
“Sounds good.”
“See you soon.”
After making sure the call ended, I slid my phone back toward the agent. “You can’t keep me here much longer if you want my help.”
He tapped on the table top before standing up again. “We better get on the road. Traffic is a bitch this time of day.” He handed me my purse. “I put my name in your phone as Cam. If he sees it, tell him I’m an employee at the casino; a female. If you learn anything you’re to call me as soon as you’re able to. Remember, if I find out you’re withholding information, I’ll be forced to proceed with charges against you.”
I knew how important this was. “I get it. I know I’m in deep shit. I’ll do whatever you want as long as my family doesn’t find out about this. It’s important they think I’m doing fine. Can we go now?” I was tired of talking to this guy. He wasn’t going to protect me when Rocky was holding a gun to my head, or killing my boyfriend for allowing me into his home.
I think I made it obvious I didn’t like the agent. He was quiet as we walked toward the rear exit. A few times I looked over to see him clenching his jaw. It didn’t matter that he was calm and collected during the whole ordeal with me. He hadn’t cursed at me, or treated me like I was a junkie. He’d been professional, even kind at times. I understood this was his job. He was only doing what he thought would help with the case. I just hated the fact that I was his bait.
Once we were back to the unmarked cruiser, he opened the front passenger side door for me. I was surprised I didn’t have to sit in the back again. I waited until we’d left the precinct to speak. “Do you do this for all the women you arrest? Do you have a slew of informants at your beck and call?”
A voice was coming in through the radio asking for available agents in the area to respond to an incident. He reported that he was in the middle of transferring someone and couldn’t respond, before finally answering me. “No. But I’ve been watching women like you fall victims because of men for as long as I’ve been doing this job. You don’t want to know how many dead females I’ve had to respond to. Most of them are runaways. Their families don’t even know they’re living in Vegas.”
“I’m not a runaway. I made an adult decision to leave North Carolina.”
“Let me guess,” he sarcastically offered. “For the boyfriend?”
“Not just him. We’ve been together for a long time. My parents don’t care for him. I was sick of being in the middle.”
“Ms. Healy -.”
I interrupted. “Cassie.”
“Fine. Cassie, maybe they don’t care for him because he has a long rap sheet. The first thing I did was look into the new couple living with Mr. James. After what happened to his last housemates, I needed to know everything I could about you and your beau.”
“What do you mean? What happened to the people before us?” This was news to me, and to say I was concerned would have been an understatement.
“Your guess is as good as mine. One day they were there, and the next they weren’t. The girlfriend put out a missing person’s report, but we’ve yet to find a single clue as to his whereabouts.”
Of course I feared the worst. Rocky was a bad man; I knew it even before I was informed by the agent. Now I had more reason to want to get out of dodge. “Look, all I know is our place was a mess when we moved in and Rocky made a big deal about having it cleaned up first.”
“Cleaned up? Was it a crime scene?”
“I have no idea,” I said honestly. “Listen, this is all a little too much in one day, agent. If you’ve looked into me the way you say you’d know I don’t have a criminal record. I may or may not be involved with someone with one, but you’re barking up the wrong tree if you think I can help you. I’ve told you what I know, and I’m not sure what else I can offer.”
We pulled up out back of the casino and he put the vehicle into park. “I’m hoping you’ll overhear something crucial to our investigation. It’s all I can ask. So far you’re the closest I’ve been able to get inside. Keep your eyes and ears open. I’d hate for someone like you to end up like the last tenants.”
“If anyone’s going to get me killed it’s you.”
“I hate to break it to you, but you’re already on the road to killing yourself. You’re putting those drugs into your body. There’s no telling when you’ll get a bad batch and take your last breath. I often ask myself why people do them. What’s so great about the high that keeps you coming back for more? It leaves you unhealthy and broke. It causes strain in relationships. It makes you a zombie, walking around not giving a shit about anything.”
“You don’t know anything about me. I’m not an addict.”
I swear he almost smiled when I said it. “That’s what they all say. You have an opportunity here to rethink what you’ve been doing with your life. Don’t be a statistic. Clean yourself up and start over. Give yourself a second to realize what you’ve gotten yourself into before it’s too late.”
I appreciated him for wanting to be a government official assigned to such a messed up city, but he wasn’t my friend and I refused to allow him to tell me what I was doing wrong. “I can handle my own life. If you’ll excuse me I need to get going.”
He grabbed my arm before I was able to climb out of the vehicle. “Cassie, I will be in touch. This isn’t over. If you cross me, I’ll make sure you’re charged.”
“Yeah, I get it.”
“Keep your eyes open and your mouth shut. I’m not asking you to get involved. Just tell me if you hear anything. Stay out of trouble. Oh, and lastly, get off the drugs. I’ll be watching you, don’t forget it.”
Chapter 12
Cassie
Nervous couldn’t begin to explain how I felt when I called Brant to come and pick me up from work. When I saw his vehicle pull up I worried he’d see right through me. Instead the smile on his face remained, as if he had no clue where I’d been and what I’d promised to someone else. “I can’t wait until you see what I made for dinner. I know you’re probably tired, but if you could stay up with me tonight I’d love it.”
“I’ll do whatever you ask, Brant. You know that.”
“Good. After a talk with Rocky earlier I think things are about to happen for us. He says everything is set, and within the next couple of weeks we’ll be making the switch.”
“What does he do with the old ones?”
“I don’t know. I never asked. He’s so sensitive about people prying. I just do what he says to stay on his good side.”
“If I were him I’d burn them. Wouldn’t one lost device be enough evidence to convict him if it were ever discovered?” I realized I was asking questions that may seem too inquisitive, but as Brant’s girlfriend I had every right to appear worried. Whether I was asking for myself or Agent Campbell, I still needed an answer. I wanted to know how involved we’d become.
“I’m sure he has a way of wiping the information clean before they’re destroyed. You never know what kind of devices the authorities have nowadays. I saw on a show they could recover erased hard drives. No one is safe anymore. If you want to live the lifestyle of a criminal you need to be one step ahead of the authorities at all times. It’s a good thing I got in with Rocky. All the security shit is his deal. My job is simple.”
