It’s dark and the lights are dim. The club is jumping and Trina is having a good time. She’s dancing on the dance floor by herself while Donald is checking her out. Trina was strapped, cute and sexy and also obviously drunk. She had a body shaped like a coca cola bottle and her cleavage was showing from her shirt like it was about to burst out. She could see the imprint in Donald’s pants like he was about to bust. Donald’s eyes were fixated on her as she gazed back at him she turned around and started shaking her booty. He was twitching his legs back and forth as he could feel his pants getting wet. She was teasing him as she turned back around in a slow circular motion dropping to the floor putting her forefinger in her mouth and pulling it out, motioning her finger for him to come to her as she licked her tongue around her lips. He knew he wanted her. He looked at her like a piece of steak on a platter.
Donald got up and made his way to the dance floor to dance with Trina. She grabbed his hands, placing them on her hips as she turned around. Trina bent over and started shaking her ass. She could now feel that nice imprint she saw in Donald’s pants as he started to grind on her as they f**k danced on the floor. While Trina was bumping as Donald was grinding, she put her right hand behind her and grabbed on the rod that was planted in Donald’s pants. What she felt left such a nice impression on her, she began turning around facing Donald.As Trina was turning around the DJ switched the song to R. Kelly’s Bump & Grind song, “I don’t see nothing wrong, seenothing wrong, with a little Bump and Grind Baby.” Donald wanting to get to know her pulled her closer to him as they slow danced.
“So what’s your name chocolate and sexy?” Donald asks.
“Hi Trina, I’m Donald.”
“Donald, hmmm, you feel nice and packing pretty big and strong down there.” She buries her nose into the shoulder part of his shirt and takes a long sniff, “Hmmm and you smell good to baby. Oooh, my kind of man.”
“And you my kind of girl sexy,” Donald responds.
Trina feeling perpetuated with the nice stiffness in Donald’s pants made her horny and hornier from each time she got poked as they slow danced on the floor. She closed her eyes and daydreamed about Donald stroking and taking advantage and poking her in the right place.
Donald seeing that his hardness wasn’t bothering but arousing Trina kissed her on the neck while her eyes were closed in deep thought. “That must be something good you’re thinking about baby.”
“Oh baby I was just thinking how good and hard you feel and poking me in all the wrong places. I wish I could see how it feels in the right place.”
“You could baby, lets get out of here and go somewhere more private,” Donald said.
Donald and Trina began to make their way from the dance floor leaving the Round 2 Sports Bar. You should have seen Trina’s eyes when she saw what vehicle Donald was driving. A new pearl black Camaro SS with chrome stripes going around it. Two chrome stripes on the hood of the car sitting on 18’s with chrome wheels. Donald opened the passenger door and smacked Trina on the ass as she was getting in. Before Donald could even get straddled up he could feel the authenticity of Trina’s hand on his leg working its way to his bilingual part. She could feel nature rising as she started to unzip Donald’s pants. Donald started mashing on the gas flying north up Livernois making a quick left entering John C. Lodge freeway heading west.
“You think you can handle that baby?” Donald asked.
Donald was heading west wanting to come up on Telegraph until he felt the warmth sensation of Trina’s lips wrapping around his manhood, he immediately made a quick exit coming up on the Greenfield and Eight Mile exit taking the service drive crossing Greenfield. He made a right turn pulling up through the gates of the CrystalHouse and parking. That was the slum of motels but Trina had his sex organism kicking in at its peak, he just wanted to get her in a room as soon as possible.
Trina raised her head and looked around. “Where are we?” She asked.
“Were somewhere you might not wanna be, but I want you so bad I can’t wait.”
“Good then big sexy, I want you so bad I can’t wait either,” Trina said.
Back at the office Nikki was making calls getting information on a family member and friend of Andrew’s who stayed in Hamtramck, MI. She didn’t have time to contact them because she was in a rush to leave out and do a little investigating in Wyandotte, Michigan where the missing children were found. On her way out the office she gave Vanessa two sticky notes, “Vess, I need you to check these two numbers and verify that there still registered to the names I have written down. Use your creativeness but don’t let them know you’re from a private eye business.”
“I’m right on it,” Vanessa responded.
“Thanks Vess,” Nikki said as she left the office.
17600 Ryan Road, Ryan Correctional Facility; Lieutenant Corrections Officer Theophus Gillespie along with six other C.O.’s, Torrence, Keith, Deangelo, Albert, Jessica and Valare escorted June Bug to the conference room also known as the interrogation room. Jessica and Keith were in front. They opened the door and went in first standing on the side of the door waiting for everyone else to enter.
Once all had entered the room Lieutenant Gillespie pulled his baton out and pointed it to the end of the table on the right side of the entrance, “Sit June Bug over there,” he ordered. Alright, everyone can have a seat now,” Lieutenant Gillespie suggested.
Everyone grabbed a chair and sat down. Lieutenant Gillespie grabbed a chair and dragged it over by June Bug and sat down. The facility was on lockdown and two guards were placed outside the entrance door of June Bug’s room.
“O.k. June Bug, you can start explaining to us what happened in there?” Lieutenant Gillespie asked.
“Like I said, I didn’t do anything to Daniel. He was laying down reading a book and I was laying down writing a letter. Next I heard Daniel snoring. I continued writing my letter, then Daniel started mumbling, which is something he’s been doing for the past three or four days whenever he falls asleep. I had to wake him a few times out of nightmares he was having. Last thing I remember after that was Daniel swinging his fist in the air like he was fighting. I was tired to, eventually I fell to sleep. I felt like I was in a dream when I fell to sleep from all the commotion I was hearing but I guess I was to tired to get up, then I heard some loud thumping noises and eventually woke up. I was sleeping facing the door. When I turned around to see what was wrong with Daniel I saw a little girl floating through the wall with long blonde hair. Her appearance looked faded as I can see straight though her like she was an image coming from a projector. I thought my sight was conceiving me until I looked down and saw all that blood on Daniel’s bed. Then when I looked down on the floor next to Daniel’s bed and saw his body with his head missing, I knew something paranormal, abnormal or whatever you want to call it was happening. I jumped out of bed already scared and then kicked his head by mistake. That freaked me out and I got scared for my own life not knowing what kind of entity we had in our room. That’s when you heard me shaking on the gates screaming for my life. Who or whatever did that to him might have wanted to come back for me and I wasn’t trying to find out, I just wanted out of there. Please, whatever you do just don’t put me back in that room. I’ll go anywhere, even the hole if that’s what it takes for me not to have to go back there,” June Bug said.
“Pipe down June Bug, you don’t have to worry about going back to that room or the hole for that matter. You haven’t done anything wrong correct?” Lieutenant Gillespie asked.
“That’s correct sir. I told you everything I know in detail as it really happened and what I witnessed with my own eyes. You know, he must have done something awfully bad to bring back something like that,” June Bug answered.