“Hello. Will I what? Collect call from who?” Lamar’s sleepy voice grated Danny’s already frazzled nerves two strings short of fried.
“Come on Lamar, take my call.” His muffled plea echoed over intermittent static filled connection.
“Danny, I’ll take the call, but you owe me.” Lamar’s exasperated tone and word emphasis sent shivers down Danny’s back.
Swallowing air and gripping the phone tighter, Danny belched. “Excuse me, Lamar. I need your help.”
“What help could I possibly be? Got yourself in hock again? Your spice caught up with you and demanded back child support?” Lamar’s laugh and sneer roared through the clear line and into Danny’s ear.
“There’s no need to shout. I really need your help. Come on love. You know I’m good for it. Always have been and always will be.”
“Cut the syrupy sweet talk, you slink! Maybe I should say skunk! A two faced one.” Lamar’s ire and word choices cut Danny to the quick.
“What’s gotten into you? “ Danny looked toward the other person occupying the room. Wearing a gun and badge, the police officer pointed at her watch. She held up five fingers.
Danny gulped. Of all the damnedest times for Lamar to decide to be butch. “I’m sorry I took off and left you a note. I didn’t have time to explain.”
“Explain what? You prefer women over men. Or as the latest office gossip tells it, you prefer both and will crawl into whose ever bed reaps you the most rewards.” Lamar’s hiss and heavy sigh heated Danny’s ear.
The policewoman unhooked her baton and tapped it against her leg. Shit, he didn’t want to become some female’s plaything or her bend over boyfriend.
“Okay so I fucked---" Lamar cut him off.
“Fucked anything and everything I’m sure. So cut to the chase my ex-amant or I hang up the phone. And reject your next collect call along with all future ones.” Lamar’s nasty laugh rolled out of the phone, singeing Danny’s eardrum.
Danny glanced at the policewoman walking toward him. He shot up his hand, waving five fingers at her as he blew her an airborne kiss. Maybe he could sweet talk his way out of becoming her bottom to his preferred top position. She nodded and returned to her post.
“I need bail money and Nick to vouch for me. Come on Lamar help your sweetiekins out.” Danny dropped his gaze to his feet. Groveling wasn’t one of his better virtues. Not that he had many if any at all.
“Bail money? How much and why?” Lamar went silent. Danny knew that unspoken demand and tone. Lamar was not taking any more bullshit.
Danny heaved a deep sigh and explained. “I’m in jail. I need five thousand---“
“Five thousand!” Lamar’s voice carried out of the phone and several feet from where Danny stood. “Whatever you got your sluttish ass and cock into, I don’t want to know. Nick is out of the office. And I don’t have that kind of cash or credit. You’re S.O.L.”
“S.O.L.?” Danny grimaced at Lamar’s next words.
“Shit out of luck. Call back in a couple of days when Nick is back and maybe he’ll help you out. But from what I heard as he left the office not too many employees were on his favorites list.” Lamar began to say have fun and hang up. Danny’s high-pitched yelp stayed his action.
“What the hell are you squeaking about now?” Lamar waited, listening intently to the background noise.
“Uhmmm, I gotta go. And take care of business. Just remember the song Do You Take It in the Ass next time you see me.” The phone went dead in Lamar’s ear. A huge grin started growing into a mega watt smile. Oh did he have a tip for Maggie’s next column.
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Have a great weekend!
Solara
9 comments:
Wow, you put a whole lot of intriguing hints into that very short flash. And still managed to making it smoking hot! So just how did Danny the finky mink end up in jail and facing bottom time with the lovely cop lady?
~Whew~ Solara, awesome flash! Such possibilities here for Danny and Lamar! Plus, I think Penelope might be going to find her way up to Alaska...at Nick's request, of course!
Rebecca, remember Tory and Anthony's first flash? Danny and the would be robbers seem to have ended up behind bars. Hmmm, wonder who put them there?
Serena, poor Lamar. His heart and love life have gone sour and probably a bit south. Who knows what fate and cupid along with the love goddess and gods have in store for him?
Thank you both for the complement.
Don't worry about Lamar. He's about to meet the redheaded wolf of his dreams.
I'm sure Danny can find himself a hot-blooded Alaskan shifter to keep him warm during those long Arctic nights. After all, he is a mink.
Maybe he won't mind the lack of bail money after some one-on-one counseling from the lady cop with her big baton...
Solara- I do remember that first flash. What an awesome way to get saved from a robbery, too!
Yep, awesome flash... since he's a mink, how easy would it be to mink-slink between the bars and find a ride home, or an airplane un-groped flight back, as someone's playing-dead stole??? You know like they used to wear them, head and all...
Solara, that blog title is a SCREAM, too.
Thanks everyone. I don't think Danny is going to be seeing the light of the lower 48 any time soon. As to Lamar, he's free to pursue new and greener pastures. Sounds like Pat has got something in mind for Lamar.
Mean while my muse is having fun playing with Tory and Anthony behind the scenes. Don't know what their next excerpt will be about.
Blog title is my partner's contribution. He laughed several times as I read the entry to him.
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