Playing Dirty (5 page)

“More?” Mr. Santana asked, passing the silver platter back in front of me and breaking my train of thought.

“No, I’m good,” I said, barely able to get the words out. My mouth was dry. I wanted to drink a gallon of water. I also wanted to feel him near me; I felt an overwhelming urge to fuck him.

“C’mere,” he said, grabbing onto me. He kissed my neck and slid his hand down my back to my ass.

“Wait!” I said, pushing him in his chest. Didn’t he know I was his fucking lawyer and not one of these bitches in here? I didn’t want to seem too eager.

“Yoshi, I’ve been wanting you since I saw how you worked that courtroom. You looked so sexy when you railroaded those fucking DAs. That shit turned me on. And I couldn’t help but think about you day and night. I told my wife about it and she wants to get in on the action, too,” he said, and that is when I noticed his wife sitting next to me on my other side. At the same time she placed her right hand on my left breast and gently ran her fingers over my nipples. My head was really spinning now. I really wanted to leave, but my body and my weakness for the drug wouldn’t let me. I had let out a beast, but I had to get it under control.

“Hold up…,” I said, reaching for the platter despite my resolve. Just this one time wouldn’t hurt. I sniffed another half of a line. I hadn’t gotten high in so long, I thought that if I took at least a half of a line, it would probably put me in the mood to hear what Mr. Santana was throwing my way.

“That’s it. That is how you do it, Yoshi,” Mr. Santana whispered in my ear. Suddenly I felt excited. I wanted to jump up and dance. That coke had to be laced with some other shit. For real, I felt like dancing and dancing. I stood up and started moving my body. It was like I was a puppet on a string and someone else was controlling my movements. I swayed my hips seductively in front of Mr. Santana and Adrianna. I didn’t care. My long, shiny hair flowed in the smoky room. I threw my arms up to the music, which I really couldn’t even hear that well. I was clapping and Mr. Santana stood up to join in my wicked mating dance. He rubbed his dick across my ass and my pussy thumped. I looked down at Adrianna, who was still sitting on the bench. She smiled. For some reason, her smile seemed more evil than inviting. With the drugs completely in control, I bent down and kissed her. It wasn’t the first time I had experimented with a lesbian encounter. During my drug-haze days in college, I had all-out fucked a girl named Candy…just for drugs. Was I doing the same thing again? Although I had a reputation to uphold, I couldn’t care less who was watching me—and little did I know, I was being watched.

Adrianna invited me into her mouth with no resistance. Our tongues flicked together and I grew extra excited now; my inner thigh became damp with my own vaginal secretions. My pussy was definitely ready for a dick now. Adrianna squeezed one of my nipples as her husband held on to me from the back. I could feel the gropes and kisses all over my body, but I could not defend myself. I was all in, but my mind kept telling me: “Yoshi, you got this shit under control.”

“Let’s get out of here,” Mr. Santana whispered in my ear.

“I can’t. I gotta go. You have done enough, really,” I said with my mouth—although my actions told another story. Now as I moved my body, I made sure to slide my ass on his rock-hard dick.

“Look, I have a hotel room at the Mandarin Oriental. You can rest up. We don’t want you crashing your new car,” he joked, chuckling.

“I’m good,” I assured him, but he would have none of it.

“No, Yoshi, you’re coming with us. We are harmless,” he demanded, grabbing my hand again and leading me toward the exit. I felt like a little kid, I couldn’t get my mind clear enough to make my own decisions. I followed Mr. Santana and his wife to their hotel room that night, and for the low price of the best coke I’d ever had, I unwittingly sold my soul to the Devil. And for that very moment, I had the time of my life.

Mr. Santana and Adrianna both had me feeling intoxicated. It felt like I was trapped in a web of lust, especially after Adrianna started licking every inch of my body while Mr. Santana watched. The whole experience of having this woman give me foreplay was unbelievable. It was a moment of ecstasy.
“Uhhhh!”
I screamed, biting down on the bed’s pillow as she teased the tip of my clitoris while I crouched down on my knees in the doggy position. I rode her face until I released every ounce of juice I had left in my body, and soon after, Mr. Santana was pounding the hell out of me with his dick. I couldn’t tell you if he had a condom on or not, that’s just how fucked-up I was. I do remember him trying to fuck me in my ass, but I wasn’t having that. There’s not enough money in the world to make me want a man to do that shit. So I gave him the thumbs-down and he pushed himself inside my pussy.

Thank God our little fucking spree didn’t last more than a couple of minutes. After about four or five strokes, his dick erupted like a fucking volcano. And when I looked back to see his facial expression, he looked like he was mad at the world. I asked him what was wrong. And he told me that he was upset because he came too fast. I immediately dismissed that dumb-ass remark because I found that men say that same shit all the time. To me, it’s just a lame-ass excuse to cover up the real truth that they were just mere minute men. It’s just that simple.

After our little escapade I rolled over in the bed and watched him and his wife as they both exited the room. And before I even realized it, I was out like a light.

I
couldn’t tell you how I got home, but it had been two days since the party and it had been the awakening of my cocaine addiction. They say old habits die hard. Or in my case, they never do.

I vaguely remember Ophelia calling the office to let them know I’d be out sick. After that, everything for me was moving in slow motion. It felt like my life was sand, dripping grain by grain through a broken hourglass. I was sick as a dog, throwing up and shitting. Not using cocaine for so long, and then trying it again, had fucked up my stomach. I had been willing myself to stay inside, because all I’d thought about since the night of the party was getting high. I was ignoring all my calls, especially the twenty I’d gotten from Maria. During her last voice mail she said if I didn’t answer, she was coming over. I’d promised myself that I had to take the next phone call that came in. I was too ashamed to speak with anyone. I had made a complete asshole out of myself. I thought maybe Maria would be able to tell something if I spoke to her. I had to buy myself a few days. I promised myself that I was not getting high anymore and that I would pull myself together. After all, I am Yoshi Lomax.

Dozing in and out, I finally jumped out of my sleep and caught an instant headache. Sunlight streamed through my glass patio doors and beamed directly on my face. I could barely open my eyes, my head hurt so bad. I finally looked across my bedroom and noticed that my party clothes were rumpled in a pile, still in the same place I’d pulled them off. I guess Ophelia wasn’t trying to come into my room to clean it up, with me sleeping for days. Or she was probably avoiding me. I knew she thought I was crazy, because she had never seen me behave the way I did the morning after the party. I felt like crying as I thought about how embarrassing it was the morning I came home from my night with the Santanas.

The morning after the party, Ophelia had woken me up. My mouth tasted like paste, and my head spun in circles as I struggled up off the floor. It was as if she and I had noticed at the same time that I was butt-ass naked except for my heels. Although she didn’t say a word, the look on her face—one of disgust and shock—had said enough. After she helped me up, it was like paranoia had taken over my mind. I had run around, looking all over my penthouse, frantically wondering who was in my house, wondering how I had gotten there butt-ass naked. I was thinking that I had to have fucked somebody…or else I would have on some sleepwear.

Ophelia had asked me several times if I was okay, while I was in my frantic nutty-ass state. She watched me like I needed a fucking psychiatrist. I don’t think I ever answered her. Just like in the past after I got high, I was paranoid as hell. I continued to run through my house looking for God knows whom. Ophelia kept asking me if I needed a doctor. After searching my place and not finding anyone, I had raced into the bathroom. I looked up at myself in the huge vanity mirror and what I saw staring back almost broke me down. My eyes were puffy, my hair disheveled, and worst of all, I had huge purple hickeys all over my neck and titties.

“What the fuck!” I screamed. I couldn’t remember shit. I dropped to my knees and started crying. Ophelia knew me so well; she didn’t try to comfort me. She just walked me to the bed, helped me into my favorite Victoria’s Secret soft pajamas, and left me alone.

My thoughts of that horrible night were interrupted when I heard my BlackBerry going off. I picked it up and it was Donna, my assistant. I pressed the ignore button. I couldn’t possibly go into the office looking and feeling the way I did. I scrolled through my messages and there were about fifteen messages from Donna. The last one said:
TODAY AT 1PM IS MR. CHISHOLM’S PRELIMINARY HEARING.

“Oh shit, I forgot all about the preliminary hearing!” I screamed, even though it was just a brief formality. The preliminary is only for the judge to get acquainted with the attorney and the DA on the case and to set an actual hearing date, but I wasn’t up for that shit. My head was thumping like mad and I had to be in court at one o’clock. If I wasn’t so fucked-up after Mr. Santana’s party, I would’ve remembered. It was not like me to forget my high-profile clients’ court dates or meetings with prosecutors. I hurriedly called Donna and told her to reach out to any of the court clerks I had on my payroll to ask them to push my time back. If Brad was going to live up to his word, I probably wouldn’t have to worry. However, I hadn’t heard back from him on the status of the case, so I knew I had to appear in court and go through the motions. Besides, I had agreed to a trial acquittal with Brad, not an all-out dismissal of the charges, so I had to do a little bit of work. I needed to pull myself together. I called for Ophelia and asked her to lay out some court clothes for me. I jumped in the shower and let the hot water stream over my body. My skin was sensitive and it felt like someone was pricking me with needles. I told myself that I needed one more quick snort of coke and I’d be fine for court. I hurried and got dressed. Although I had only forty-five minutes before I needed to be in court, and I had not even spoken to my client, the addict in me told me that I could go to the West Side, find some coke, and still be in court on time.

Ophelia had called down to have my car out front, but when I got down there, the valet had pulled up in my Benz and not the Aston Martin that I had received from Mr. Santana. Where the fuck is the other car? I thought, willing myself to remember. My mind drew a blank. I didn’t have time to worry about it right now. I hopped behind the wheel of my Benz and peeled off. Shit! There was so much fucking traffic. Living in the heart of South Beach was sometimes annoying. I couldn’t believe that just moments ago I wanted to get my fix. I was better that that—I had a life and a demanding client, and coke could not fit in the picture.

The courtroom was packed and I rushed in to find Sheldon sitting at the back waiting for me. He looked angry and so did his two goons. Just as I noticed him, I noticed Maria.

“Shit!” I cursed under my breath. There was no way I was going to get out of this fucking courthouse without her giving me the third degree about where I’d been for the past couple of days.

“Mr. Chisholm, sorry I’m running behind schedule,” I said, flashing a smile. Although, in my assessment I looked like shit, I knew I was still beautiful. Ophelia had picked out a navy blue Anne Klein suit for me, and I had thrown on a simple pair of black Michael Kors slingbacks. I looked sophisticated, yet businesslike, not my usual flashy self.

“I pay you to be on time,” Sheldon griped as soon as I walked up. He had no change in his facial expression and looked as ugly as ever, but he was definitely still blinging. Why he would come to court so flashy, I had no idea. I was too tired and preoccupied to even scold his ass.

“I’m aware of that. It won’t happen again,” I assured, rolling my eyes. “Let’s talk,” I said to him, pointing toward the hallway. His docket was going to be recalled. I had that in the smash, I was sure. Maria watched me leave the courtroom. She didn’t budge, she was waiting.

I spoke with Mr. Chisholm and explained to him that the purpose of the preliminary hearing was to determine whether the prosecutor had enough evidence to justify further criminal proceedings against him. Sheldon was tense as I spoke. I tried to put him at ease with my words, but it wasn’t working. I explained to him that after the prosecution presented its evidence, I would respond with a motion to dismiss the case and that it would be up to the judge whether or not there was probable cause to send the case to trial.

“What are my chances?” Sheldon asked seriously, the same unmoved expression on his face.

“Good,” I assured, confident that Donna had ensured that the case was on the docket of a judge I knew
personally
and that Brad was going to come through like we’d discussed. I assured Sheldon again that I was going to make a motion to dismiss his case today based on the fact that he had just been a passenger in the car and was not aware there were drugs hidden inside.

“Sounds good,” he replied. With that, we both headed back inside the courtroom.

Back inside, we waited. I couldn’t keep my mind off getting high, Maria couldn’t keep her eyes off me, and Sheldon kept his eyes on everyone.

The judge finally called Sheldon’s docket number. When I looked up and saw Judge Williger, I instantly got happy inside. I just knew I was good money. I had fucked him a few times and paid him as well. He knew he could expect big things from me—especially if the calls went my way in the courtroom.

“Your Honor, I’d like to make a motion to dismiss, on the grounds of meritless arrest,” I yelled out.

The judge looked at me over his wire-rimmed glasses. “Motion denied,” he grumped. Judge Williger didn’t even give me a chance to explain the reason for my motion.

And right at the time when I was about to make my rebuttal, the prosecutor jumped up excitedly. “We move for an immediate trial,” she yelled. It was a prosecutor I didn’t recognize. Clearly, Brad hadn’t spoken to her or set me up to have a prosecutor who knew the deal. Either that or Brad wanted the case to go to trial so he could take me to the bank. I was fucking pissed to no end. Where the fuck was Brad Carlton? If he was there, I probably would’ve walked right up to him and slapped him right in the fucking face. He’d told me he was going to assign the case to an assistant who would make sure we moved past this shit. I had a bone to pick with Mr. Big Dick—that was for sure. I made a mental note to check his ass.

“Trial date will be set for thirty days from today,” the judge said with finality.

“Wait, Your Honor, I—I…,” I started, moving uneasily behind the defense table. I could feel Sheldon’s eyes on me, the heat of his glare burning my ass to bits. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him flexing his jaw like he wanted to bite my fucking head off.

“Counsel, you and your client are dismissed. On to the next docket,” the judge interrupted me, banging his gavel, and looking at me as if to say, “Get the fuck out of my courtroom.” He had totally crushed me and my ego. Williger seemed like he wasn’t fucking with me, which was strange. I had just had him on another case, and he threw the case right out. I looked around, confused and slightly embarrassed.

While all things couldn’t always go my way in the courtroom, I certainly expected it to go smoothly when it was supposed to be all set up that way, and when I’d reached into my pocket to make sure of it. I expected to lose motions to dismiss with judges I didn’t know, but not with Williger. What the fuck! It seemed like something was really up.

As Sheldon and I moved toward the exit, I could feel Sheldon walking so close to me, he was damn near on my heels. Once we got outside the courtroom, he moved his huge, ugly face close to my ear. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yes, I am fine,” I told him as I tried to muster up a serious but confident expression.

“You sure? Because they just walked all over you back there.”

“Oh, that was nothing,” I replied, and waved my hand like I was dismissing that little stunt the judge and the prosecutor pulled on me.

“Well, I sure hope you do better at trial.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ve got this thing in the bag,” I assured him.

“Good, because I can’t go down. And I want you to remember I am paying you to make sure of it,” he growled with his thick accent. It was very clear that he didn’t want another stunt like this pulled at the major showdown, and I understood. I got an instant headache, and I literally felt like I had stepped into very unfamiliar territory.

Now as I watched him and his two bodyguards walk away, I felt like he was taking my life with him. That alone gave me an uneasy feeling and I didn’t like it one bit. So, to keep my head level, I had to remind myself about my pot of gold at the end of the tunnel. And as soon as that registered, I was back to normal.

When I turned around to leave, I noticed Maria. It would’ve been inappropriate for her to approach me there in the courthouse. She was DEA and I was a defense attorney; we were on totally different sides of the fence. No one outside of our immediate circle knew that we were best friends; we kept it that way purposely. I used the fact that she wouldn’t dare come up to me right there in the courthouse to my advantage. I immediately raced for the elevators, and when I reached the first floor, I bolted out the back of the courthouse, heading for my car in an almost dead run. I started fishing in my purse for my keys before I made it to the car. I wanted to get out of there as fast as possible; talking to Maria was not on my agenda for today.

As I walked up to the car, I noticed that Maria was standing right there. I can’t figure out how the fuck she got there so fast—this bitch acted like a ghost sometimes, seriously. I guess in this case she was a woman on a mission. She’d told me a long time ago that it was her life’s mission to repay me for helping her through school, and she took on the task of keeping me straight and clean. It was a task that she took dead serious. At this very moment she didn’t look too pleased, and I didn’t want to look her straight in her face. If anyone knew me well, it was her. She didn’t look too happy to see my ass, and I damn sure wasn’t happy to see her right now. This bitch could read me like an open book. We both knew that.

“Where have you been?” she asked sternly, her arms folded across her chest.

“I went to visit my mother,” I lied, avoiding eye contact. Maria knew I never went to the nursing home to visit my mother. I sent plenty of money, but I couldn’t stand to see my mother in her condition. Alzheimer’s had all but claimed what was left of her frail body. I was ashamed of her, and I couldn’t stand to see her in her current state.

“Bullshit! I know that’s a lie, and you know it!” she confronted me. Maria knew better than anyone how selfish I was. She also knew how I acted toward my mother’s condition. Therefore, saying I was visiting her was the worst lie I could have ever come up with, and I knew it as soon as the words had rolled off my tongue.

“Maria, I don’t have to lie to you,” I replied calmly.