Page 10 of A Game of Secrets

I slowly get out of the car, I've parked far enough away so that I won’t be seen. I take to the shadows and creep around the apartment building just in time to hear the brunette screech, "Girl are you ready to partyyyyy?" Lucille giggles and the door clicks closed behind the brunette as she hurries into the building.

It seems the little mouse lives facing the communal pool, number 2. I suppose it's practical with a little one. I silently and stealthily assess the position of the apartment, trying to figure out the best entrances and exits for the complex. I head around to the back window that comes from the lounge area. The window is cracked open enough to allow me to eavesdrop on their conversation easily.

"Hope you like white wine Kat, it's all I've got in.” Lucille hollers from somewhere inside. I hear the clinking of glasses and someone giggles while they ‘cheers’.

"Babe, you know I'm not fussy when it comes to alcohol, how did it go at the prison? Did Dr Graves behave himself?" I hear soft footsteps as she replies to her friend.

"I'm glad it's over Kat, some of those inmates made the usual crude jokes, I nearly got attacked by one inmate. I had to stop myself from gagging. He smelt so bad, it was disgusting. Oh and as for Dr Graves, he sort of invited himself tonight. I tried to tell him no, but he wasn't having any of it but the bonus is he's secured us a private booth at JEWEL tonight."

This doctor guy seems a bit pushy, maybe I'll get Linc to look into him too. Not that I'm protective of the girl, I just don't like predators preying on innocent people.

"Don't worry babe, it's a silver lining. We can always ditch him after a few drinks if he starts being a creep again!" her friend Kat reassures her. "So any hot prisoners catch your eye while you were in there? On my rotation there was this guy, he was like almost seven foot tall, always reading a book but my god I'd have climbed him like a monkey Luc!" Kat exclaimed.

I wonder if she's talking about Nicholas, Silas' roomie. Silas said he's built like a brick shit house so I wouldn’t be surprised if he's caught her eye. He’s smart as fuck so Silas says. He’s all but given him a job when he’s released too so I hope the fucker is trustworthy.

"Why Lucille Holland, are you blushing? Who took your fancy?" Kat squeals excitedly. Who indeed took your fancy little mouse? I take in a breath anticipating her answer.

"Well, no one took my fancy, but there was one inmate who was sort of hypnotizing, but I embarrassed myself in front of him. I bet he thought I was a right mess! I got so flustered, it was after Dr. Graves was being pushy about joining us tonight."

I wonder who this inmate was, Silas isn't going to like someone else moving in on his girl that's for sure.

"Don't worry about it, it's not like you're going to see him again Luci and as for Dr Creep, we can just avoid him all night after saying hi." Kat reassuringly tells Lucille.

"Ok done, your hair looks fantastic! Have you got everything? The cab should be here any minute, babe." Kat exclaims, sounding very merry by this point. How much wine have they had in such a short space of time?

"Thanks so much Kat, I love it! I'll just grab my bag from my bedroom then we can head out," Lucille replies.

Moments later I hear a horn beeping from the sidewalk, it's their cab, it's arrived to take them to the club. I hear them shut the door of the apartment, still giggling and chittering away as they make their way to the cab.

Once the cab is out of sight, I wedge the window open further and slip inside to Lucille's apartment, Silly girl not checking her windows are secure. I look around her lounge area first, it's pretty normal, photos of her and her kid clutter the surfaces. I pick up a picture in a frame, it's one of the boy, Teddy and Lucille. They are in a warm embrace. I stare at it for a moment thinking how much love this one single photo has encapsulated, he's a lucky boy to have his mother care that deeply for him. I know first hand how that is not always the case. He looks like her, not sure if I see Max in him though.

I place the frame back down. A nice gray sofa sits in the middle with a lemon throw over it. I run my fingers over the soft material as I walk past heading to the kitchen. I see the leftover wine glasses, one smeared with red lipstick, another pink. I pick one up and wonder who is wearing the pink lipstick as I smear the stain with my thumb, imagining it’s Lucille’s lips. I love when a woman's lipstick is smeared over her face as she takes my cock down her throat. I wonder if the pretty blonde could handle my cock.

As I walk through her kitchen I see her laundry basket, a red lace thong poking out of it, taunting me. I instinctively take them in my hand feeling the crotch area. They’re wet. Bringing the thin cotton to my nose, I can smell her arousal. A sweet, vanilla aroma invades my senses. My little mouse is a dirty girl. I pocket them for later, maybe I'll give them to Silas as a welcome home present.

Lastly, I head to her bedroom, purple and gray décor throughout. A big double bed, I'm sure she barely fills this at just 5'4" with her slender frame. I lay myself down smelling her scent on her pillows, wondering if I have enough time to bang one out. I reach under my pants and stroke my already hard and thick cock, wondering if she would notice my cum over her sheets when she returns later in her drunken state. Feeling her soft bedspread, imagining all the ways she'd feel, I free myself from my pants and begin to pump my hand up and down my shaft. I grow harder at the thought of her plump pink lips wrapped around my length, taking me fully in to her delicious throat as I fuck her face. Pre-cum starts to trickle from me, and I fist myself harder. More images plague me of her, bare between me and my brothers. Taking her in every hole while she writhes and begs for her own release. Within seconds, my hot thick cum sprays from my cock over her bed spread, leaving my seed as a welcoming gift for her later return. What I'd give to see my cum spread over her milky white tits instead. I feel feral in this moment, my release awakening something much deeper, much darker, wanting to possess what Silas has already laid claim to.

Rising from the bed, I absentmindedly wonder if purple is her favorite color as I look around the room. I head out of the room and go to the front door, next to it is a small cabinet. Looking inside I find a spare key for the apartment and decide I'll take it and make a copy, she will never know as I'll replace the copy by morning. I open the front door and casually walk back to my car, making my way to JEWEL. It's time for the cat to hunt the mouse.

Chapter 8

Lucille

In the back of the cab, on the way to the club, Kat turns to me and squeezes my hand.

"So tell me more about this inmate, I want to know everything!" she squeals excitedly. I laugh and push her shoulder away playfully.

"There really isn't anything to tell Kat. I don't even know his name, he came to me with busted knuckles. He had eyes to DIE for though and he just had this sort of overpowering, I will fuck you right here kind of vibe going on. I would have happily let him do anything he wanted to me on that bed, with everybody else watching through the windows too if he told me to."

Kat laughs in delight. "Oooh somebodies got their knickers wet over a big bad convict," she teases.

I roll my eyes, almost tempted to tell her about my extracurricular activities in the shower too, but I think better of it, she’ll never let me live it down. "So what about you?" I ask, topping up my lippy in the reflection of my compact mirror. "How is everything? Have you heard anything from Mason recently?" I hear a low sigh as she puffs out a frustrated breath,

"Oh, Jesus girl what you gotta bring that dickhead up for? Honestly you would think any man would WANT to get to know their own child wouldn't you?!" She reaches over to take the compact from my hand then pouts at herself. "I just don't know what to tell Bella when she keeps asking for her daddy, she's five years old. She wouldn't understand that he would rather be fucking the next barely-twenty year old that shows him the slightest bit of interest than see her," she rolls her eyes and looks at me "and anyway, if he is going to be like that I don't want him anywhere near her. She needs a father figure, not a fucking ponce who drives around in his flashy fucking car with a different bitch in his bed everynight who couldn't give two shits or two cents to support his own child.”

I crease my brow feeling guilty for bringing it up. "Sorry Kat, we sure know how to pick um huh?" I joke trying to lighten the spiraling mood. "What about Max? I know you eye-fuck him every time he's around and he's great with the kids obviously."

"Oh no Luce, he's your brother I couldn't!" she scoffs looking away momentarily. "I mean, I really would like to though. Your brother is so damn hot! I almost need a mop behind me when I see him." she squeals laughing.

---