Page 5 of My Brother’s Locksmith Friend

“So you had me break into a creep’s apartment. Why?”

She sighs, “Because I think he took my necklace. My parents gave it to me, and well, it’s the only thing I have of them before everything went to shit. Now this piece of shit took it. Stupid Roy.”

“Roy? He got a last name?”

“Jonas. Lay Pipe Plumbing.” She nudges her chin at the shop in the front of the building. “I really didn’t want to have to deal with him again, but I just couldn't let it go that he came into my apartment and took something.”

“And you thought he’d come right back here with stolen jewelry to hide it in that shitshow in there?”

“That’s my point. I didn’t know. I don’t know what to do, and I just feel so icky about him being inside of my place.”

“I understand. It’s one of the things I come across in my line of work. People need new locks after old ones get busted during robberies. I knew a guy named Roy Jonas when I was around 16. He got me into some shit that got me sent to jail for a few weeks. If it weren’t for my folks sinking money into some hot-shot lawyer, I would have been held a lot longer.”

“From what my landlady said, this Roy guy is bad news. It sounds like he’s forcing her to use his plumbing services. He doesn’t even look like a plumber. You think this is the same guy?” she asks.

I shrug. “Most likely. Ain’t too many people with the same name running around Conklin. And you’re sure he took it?”

“I turned my entire apartment upside down and can’t find it. Unless you want to come back with me to see for yourself.”

“Maybe a second pair of eyes might do some good. Just in case before I start asking around to see if he’s into stealing jewelry or other things. My guess is if he’s forcing his business on folks like your landlady, he’s got some shady dealings going down.”

Havana sighs and lets me take her back to her place, a few blocks from Roy’s building. I don’t want it to be the same guy, but the chances are high that it is. Karma’s been a long time coming, but I don’t want to end up in jail for putting his face through a wall.

Instead of focusing on what I want to do to this lowlife, I go inside with Havana to help her look for her necklace. She’s right. She’s turned her apartment inside out looking for it and this second pair of eyes isn’t catching a glimpse of anything gold, silver, or otherwise.

After we give the apartment a thorough search, I help her put everything back in its place. She eyes me for a second and approaches me, with her eyes taking in every inch of my body.

I wonder if she’s going to start teasing me again, taunting me into taking her virginity. She smiles, telling me, “Thank you for helping me look. I was kind of hoping that I’d overlooked it and you’d spot it. I guess it’s back to Roy.”

“No. I don’t want you talking to anyone like that on your own. Let me talk to him, baby girl.”

“You’d do that for me?” she asks.

My finger hooks under her chin, lifting her face so she can look me in the eyes as I tell her, “I’ll do anything for you.”

“Anything but make love to me.”

“Watch that mouth of yours, Havana. You’ve already lied to me.”

She blushes, taking a step away from me and heading down the hall to her washer and dryer. “You caught me off guard. I didn’t want to waste the opportunity of having a locksmith right outside a door I needed unlocked. How’d you end up finding me anyway?”

“I was driving by and your hair is something I can’t miss. You’d looked like you needed some help. Now, I don’t mind you using me, but be honest with me, Havana. There’s better ways of solving problems like Roy.”

I watch her pull clothes out of the top machine, until she stops, jerking her arm, but it’s not coming out.

“Well, how about helping me solve the problem of getting my hand out of this dryer? I think my bracelet is stuck.” She jerks her hand again and can’t pull it out. After she reaches inside to feel around, I see the frustration building on her face.

My height gives me the advantage of looking inside to see that it’s indeed stuck. A charm caught in a hole in the drum makes it awkward for her, pushing her onto the tips of her toes but not enough to free herself. Being this close to Havana sets my mind and body on a primitive path.

“You are stuck,” I tell her with a smirk.

“Are you going to help me or not?” she huffs.

I stroke the side of her face, dragging my fingers down her silhouette until it reaches the round curves of her small ass. It’s the perfect size, fitting in the palm of my hand.

“I like you like this. Stuck and at my mercy. You owe me an apology for lying to me, Havana,” I tell her, sliding my hand up and down her ass.

“What would you do to get that out of me? Spank me? Spank me like you’re my Daddy.” She flashes me a wicked grin, flirting with me to rile me up and pushing her ass harder against my hand.

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