Tennessee Honey

2

We froze afraid to breath. Trey's boss Mr. Jack Witherspoon was still down between by ass cheeks.

"Goddamn it, Camille this is my boss's private restroom get out," I stiffled back a giggle and looked down at Jack.

"Guess I better go, Jack," I gave his head a pat. "Coming, Trey."

I fixed my hair and dress back into place. Jack stood and stepped back into the private shower of large bathroom.

My high heels carried me to the door.

"Why in the fuck did you come in here," Trey yanked me by my arm. Lately he'd been getting prone to being handsy.

I looked at where his hand were and his grip softened. "Sorry," he stuttered.

I frowned, "Your boss told me I could use his private bathroom. I explained I wasnt feeling well. Besides Jacks a big pussy cat, Trey."

I walked off without him to rejoin this Christmas party. I had married Trey almost six months ago. We were still finding our groove but I'd be damned if I let him run me.

All he really knew about my side buisness was that it made money. Trey had no l real idea of what I actually did and I wasn't inclined to tell him exactly how I knew all the powerful men in DC.

Trey caught up and we made our way back in just in time for me to get a shrimp cocktail from a waiter. Trey was dressed in his tux looking every bit the handsome asshole he was.

"There goes Senator Mclamb," Trey spotted another middle aged white man that I knew.

"Going to say hi?" I asked.

He nodded and left me alone. I shrugged as Carlotta, Jack's wife stood next to me.

"The money was deposited," she said looking around at everyone but me.

"Good. You know Jack loves a good bathroom fantasy and I aim to please."

"That he does," she smirked.

"So am I working you both over next week or.....just you?" I eyed her hungrily.