Awesome Authors Presents Seelie Kay
From Kinky Briefs, Cinque by Seelie Kay
Published September 2017 by eXtasy Books
Chapter Six: Teafoolery
Just when you think you’ve closed the door, it is pushed back open and new trouble comes tumbling in. It began with a homeless boy, a garage, and a criminal defense attorney, and as any good fantasy should, it ended with an attorney and police chief so hot, he set every woman’s naughty bits a shudder. He’s the partner everyone wants to lean on, especially when the past returns to haunt you. A continuation of “The Garage Dweller,” featured in eXtasy Book’s 2017 Summer Shorts, the attorney and the chief return to defend against a boy’s revenge.
Julianna Constant peeked out the window of her friend’s tea shop and sighed.
The sidewalk outside Amoureux du thé, French for tea lover, was filled with protestors, all chanting, “No smut, no trash. Time to take our village back.”
Although her friend Selia Hope’s primary business was the sale of tea and tea products, her tea room also offered a wide selection of erotica. If they so desired, patrons could curl up with a cup of hot tea, a scone, and a book on one of the many sofas, chaise lounges, and armchairs scattered throughout the multi-story tearoom. Selia’s store was elegant with a romantic flair, featuring circular staircases between three levels, multiple gas fireplaces, and artwork of passionate encounters and amorous liaisons. Advertised as a discreet departure from an everyday world, Julianna thought it the perfect place to spend a lazy afternoon.
Apparently, the most esteemed Reverend Martin Blume and his Christian Churches Redemption League did not agree.
Julianna turned to Selia. “As long as they stay on the sidewalk and in no way harass your customers, they have a First Amendment right to assemble and protest.”
“Their chants and their glares are harassing my customers. I saw one guy taking photos on his cell phone of patrons who entered my store. That is scaring many of them away. How is that even legal?”
Julianna grimaced. “Welcome to small-town America, darling. This isn’t the first time a Little River business has been targeted by religious zealots. Rev. Blume is fairly new around here, but he will do anything to garner media attention. You are doing nothing illegal. Hell, selling erotica is not even immoral. How did you even get on his radar? Any idea why he is targeting you?”
The erstwhile pastor was about forty. His rumpled black suit and greasy black hair made him appear unkempt, but there was a fire in his light green eyes. He preached with the zeal of a used car salesman, his words filled with promises of brimstone and the demons of hell. Julianna found him amusing, but Selia thought him deranged.
Selia ran a hand through her long black hair, her bright gray-green eyes flashing. “He came in here for tea one day. Got a little too friendly. I politely suggested he focus his attentions elsewhere.”
“Did he purchase a book or tea?”
Selia nodded. “Both, I think. After I shooed him away, he sat at one of the tables by the window and glared at me for over an hour.”
“Do you have the receipt?”
“It wouldn’t help. Sally, the cashier, distinctly remembers that he paid in cash, but she also thinks he had been in here more than once. Jules, what am I going to do? This store is my life. He is trying to shut it down.”
“Let me go back to my office and come up with some legal options. In the meantime, I’ll give David a heads up. Maybe he can increase patrols, let the Reverend know someone is keeping an eye on him.” A criminal defense attorney, Julianna had begun dating the Little River Police Chief, David Manders the year before. They had met after she discovered a homeless teenager living in her garage. Their relationship had quickly blossomed. Within two months, they had married.
“Thanks, Jules. Anything you can do to help would be great.”
Julianna left the store, walking directly through the line of protestors. Several of the women hissed at her, but most said nothing. Just before she reached her car, Julianna turned and faced the small crowd. “I hope you understand the true motivation behind this protest. Your dear pastor was spurned by the owner and this is his revenge. Apparently, after the owner refused his advances, he no longer found the tea or the books to his liking.”
Julianna winked at the local reporter hovering nearby. “Men,” she said with a chuckle, shaking her head. She did not wait for the crowd to respond, but as Julianna drove away, a look in her review mirror revealed several women, their signs cast aside, angrily confronting the minister.
Julianna curled up on a chaise lounge, sipping on a cup of tea, reading a new book about kinky lawyers in love. She looked up as Selia brought her a scone.
“My thanks for getting rid of those protestors, Jules. I don’t know what you did, but they never returned.”
Julianna chuckled. “Don’t thank me. I think it was David’s suggestion that frightened them off. After you hired that guy to videotape everything and stream it live onto your website, most of them decided the great Reverend Blume wasn’t worth the blowback they were getting from their families and neighbors.”
Selia smiled. “The jerk sent me flowers the next day. No apology. No card. Just flowers. Cathy Moore brought them over from her shop and told me who sent them. I dumped them out back.”
“Well, let me know if he gives you any more trouble. He went away a little too quietly.
He may have something else up his sleeve.” Julianna reached for the scone and broke off a bite. “Raspberry and white chocolate, my favorite.” She grinned at her friend. “I love it here.”
“I made them just for you. Sally has a dozen more behind the register all wrapped up to take home. And I made those ones with the dried fruit for David. He’s the only one who will eat them, so he gets three dozen. Freeze them. They should last him a couple of months.”
At that moment, David walked into the store and spotting Julianna and Selia above, carefully making his way up one of the wrought iron staircases. His close-cropped silver hair and light blue eyes glinted in the firelight. Dressed in a dark blue pin-striped suit, he was an imposing man, strong, confident, and in command. “Dammit, Selia,” he said when he got to the top. “Those things are not made for six-foot-four-inch men over two hundred pounds. That damn thing creaks like it’s about to break apart.”
Selia grinned. “Stress-tested up to four hundred pounds, Chief. So, if you break it, you buy it. Maybe you should stop eating all those fruitcake scones.” She laughed and walked away.
David pulled Julianna to her feet. “Ready for lunch?”
Julianna nodded at the half-eaten scone. “Not really. Why don’t we get you a sandwich and go sit in the park?” She smirked. “You know how all those mothers love it when the unbearably handsome police chief stands watch over their children.”
David leaned over and kissed his wife. “You mean the unbearably handsome married police chief, dear.”
Julianna giggled as David clamped the handcuff around her wrist and then fastened it to their bed.
After he had restrained all her arms and legs, he leaned over and kissed her, his smile wicked. “Exactly what would my baby girl like this evening?”
She laughed. “Whatever pleases you, Sir.” She fluttered her eyelids and cast him a sultry smile.
David’s laugh was deep and robust. “My God, you are such a brat. I should be spanking you instead of making you cum.”
Julianna grinned. “But spanking makes me cum, too, Sir.”
David sighed. “I should have known better than to get involved with an attorney. You have an argument for everything.” He settled on top of her and his lips sought hers while his hand reached between her legs. As their tongues began a lover’s dance, he inserted two fingers inside her. She attempted to buck against David, but the restraints held her in place. Slowly, David kissed his way down Julianna’s body and settled between her legs. His tongue thrust inside her, lapping at her pussy, until he finally sucked her clit into her mouth. Again, Julianna pulled against her restraints.
As his tongue continued to assault her body, Julianna tried to kick and squirm, but any movement was futile. Finally, she huffed out her surrender and lay still. Julianna’s eyes closed and focused on David’s touch. Now all she could do was feel.
David looked up at her and smiled. Then he pulled back and lined his cock up with her wet opening. Gently, he slid inside of her and began to pump.
Little bursts of fire welled up from Julianna’s core, the anticipation building. A slow rumbling began in the back of her throat and Julianna chuckled.
David grabbed a nipple and pinched it as he began to thrust more aggressively. Then he pinched the other and began to push hard.
Each thrust pushed Julianna closer to the precipice until she felt like she could no longer hold on. White light began to fill her mind, and her chuckle grew louder and deeper.
“Cum now, baby! Cum now!”
Julianna screamed, then shouted, “David!” She tumbled over the cliff, her mind fracturing into a thousand pieces as her body shuddered and shook.
David thrust one last time and released his seed inside her, collapsing on top of her. They lay there for a few moments, catching their breath. David rolled off of Julianna and released her shackles. He absently ran his hand over her body, massaging her arms and legs.
Click! Julianna sat up with the start. “David is the alarm on?”
“Yes, I turned it on before we headed upstairs.” The smoke alarms went off and a disembodied voice declared, “Fire! Evacuate! Fire! Evacuate!”
They quickly pulled on robes and headed downstairs. David called the Fire Department as they searched the house for smoke. They found nothing. Finally, he opened the door to the deck and ran outside. Up against the house, a garbage can was emitting a swirl of black smoke. He kicked the can away from the house and grabbed a hose, releasing a stream of water to douse the flames. The can was smoldering by the time the Fire Department arrived.
“Damn, Chief, you must have pissed someone off,” one of the firemen said.
David frowned. “More likely, Jules. She’s the one who lives life on the edge.”
Julianna came out onto the deck and surveyed the melted pile of rubble on her lawn. “I told Selia he wasn’t done. I bet it was Reverend Blume or one his minions. I’m the one who blasted him in front of his followers. He has a score to settle with me. It would be too obvious if he went after Selia again.”
David turned to the fireman. “Reilly, let’s leave everything as is and call the arson squad.
You don’t set a fire next to a house unless you want it to spread.” He turned and peered under the eaves of the house. “Looks like he took out the camera on the deck, but missed this one here.” He pointed at the second spotlight up in the eaves. “This might have caught something. I’ll have the security company run it in the morning.”
Julianna and David sat in the courtroom, their faces grim. Michael Hammond, a thin black teen was led into the courtroom in handcuffs and placed behind the defendant’s table. The year before, he had been discovered living in Julianna’s garage and had to be forcibly removed. Children’s Social Services had gotten involved and he had been placed out of state with his grandmother. The press had been brutal on Julianna for not taking the boy in, but her schedule as a criminal defense attorney would not permit it. She had heard nothing about or from the boy since he had left the state.
Michael had told the police that after high school graduation, his grandmother died and he had been cast adrift, so he had returned to the one place he had felt safe, Little River. His explanation for setting fire to a garbage can on Julianna’s property was confused and filled with contradictions. Although he swore that he had not intended to set the house on fire, the police had not been convinced. Unfortunately, the crime was enhanced by the fact that the Chief of Police was in residence. Michael had been charged with a felony and was facing multiple years in prison.
Before the judge entered the courtroom, Rev. Blume slid into the chair next to Julianna. He leaned over and whispered, “Bet you thought it was me, didn’t ya?” He cackled and winked.
Julianna looked at him in surprise. What was he doing here? Suddenly, Julianna caught
Michael looking back at the man, his eyes filled with emotion. She looked alternately between the two men again and nudged her husband. “I think we need to talk to the public defender. Let’s go.”
She grabbed David’s hand and pulled him toward the defense table. He looked back at Blume, then Michael and a look of understanding came into his eyes.
“Stupid kid got conned,” David muttered. “Damn.”
David tended to the flames in the fireplace, then put down the poker. He returned to the lounge chair where his wife sat, picked her up and placed her on his lap. David wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck. “That kid was damn lucky you stood up for him, Jules.”
Julianna’s eyes filled. “I’ve always felt bad that I couldn’t take him in and I know he hated me for it, but he’s still a kid and he didn’t deserve to go to prison. He was being manipulated by Rev. Blume. And knowing the good Reverend, I’m not surprised he set the kid up. He preys on the weak. My God, he dropped him off a block from our home and provided Michael with the fire bombs. And Michael thought he had no choice if he wanted a roof over his head. Blume played right into his greatest fear, being homeless. It’s so Faginesque it gives me the chills.”
David nodded. Fagin had been the protagonist in the novel Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens. He ran a gang of street children who picked pockets and engaged in other minor criminal acts in exchange for shelter. “I wonder if Michael would have fingered the guy if you had not sensed something was up.”
“Well, thank God he finally did. It would have killed me if he had been sent to prison. That would have destroyed him. At least now he is going to get the help he needs.”
David gently kissed his wife and her arms went up around his neck. “I love you for that, you know. You understand what justice is and you fight for it.”
Julianna’s hand cupped her husband’s manly package. She smirked. “I suspect that’s not the only reason you love me, darling.”
David chuckled. “No, I also love you because you are mine.”
About Seelie Kay
Seelie Kay engages in flights of fantasy about lawyers in love, drawing on a vivid imagination, an inquisitive mind, and more than 25 years in the legal world.
After stints as a journalist and lawyer, Seelie hung out her shingle as a freelance writer, editor, and author. When not spinning her kinky tales, Seelie ghostwrites nonfiction for lawyers and other professionals.
Seelie resides in a bucolic exurb outside Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where she shares a home with her son and enjoys opera, gourmet cooking, organic gardening, and an occasional bottle of red wine.
Seelie is a MS warrior and ruthlessly battles the disease on a daily basis. Her message to those diagnosed with MS: Never give up. We will find a cure!
Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Seelie-Kay/e/B074RDRWNZ/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0
Books by Seelie Kay
The Garage Dweller
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Kinky Briefs, Thrice
Take a kinky romp through lawyerland!
Lawyers get their kink on in this sizzling collection of short stories. Through the eyes of a lawyer toiling away in the backroom of a law firm, a wicked window into the legal world opens as she spins her outrageous tales of lawyers in love, cranky judges, and those who serve them. From a randy AG who uses his cycle to woo a young law firm associate to a Sheikh and lawyer in a fight for their lives, or a kinky lawyer struggling to adapt to a diagnosis of a crippling, chronic illness to a rowdy fantasy about a new sheriff in town, each lawyer attacks life with humor and passion, always ready to embrace just a dash of kink. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you might even blush, but one thing’s for certain, when you’re done reading, you’ll run out and buy a set of handcuffs!
Kinky Briefs, Quatro
Take another kinky voyage through Lawyerland!
Indulge in a walk on the wild side with these sizzling short stories about lawyers in love, with a dash of kink. From painting well-hung nudes at a networking event or thwarting terrorists intent on harm to finding love despite a chronic illness or exploring kink on a train, these lawyers pursue love with a vengeance. And while affairs of the heart may come in all shapes and sizes—a law school ménage a trois, a middle-aged A.G. and a law firm associate, and a new marriage suddenly threatened by a spouse long believed dead—these relationships thrive despite the odds. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, and yes, the resultant loin heating might even make you blush, but in the end, you’ll run out and buy a set of handcuffs. Because that’s the only way to defuse the sizzle created by these hot, sexy stories.
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Take a kinky romp through Lawyerland, where erotic encounters, sizzling partnerships, and euphoric flights of fantasy consume lawyers in love!
A young lawyer’s wicked pen unleashes erotic flights of fantasy, spinning tales of a sensual Sheikh and his lawyer wife who battle terrorism despite a price on their heads, a former rocker turned lawyer faced with a life-altering decision, a law school ménage a trois gone wrong, and a criminal defense attorney whose practice tips into the paranormal. The naughty yarns continue with a medieval adventure, a secret agent’s obsession with a law professor, a Lady turned lawyer fighting to regain her footing after a profound loss, a law student who strips to fund her studies, a fledging lawyer questioning a sexy deal with the devil, and a kinky lawyer fighting a chronic illness. This scintillating collection of ten sizzling short stories will make you laugh, they’ll make you cry, and yes, they’ll even make you blush, but in the end, you’ll run out and buy a set of handcuffs. Because you’re going to want to experience at least one of these hot little fantasies!