Rikki Pays Devin a Visit

Rikki made her way down the apartment building's hallway. Devin never showed up to her office and he still hadn’t replied to her messages. She was worried, what if the Corpses had roped him into something,

She reached his door, the number 4B hanging crookedly, and rapped her knuckles against the peeling paint. A few moments later the door swung open to reveal Devin, his chest bare and a pair of low-slung sweatpants hanging precariously on his hips. His eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of something else, fear perhaps, flashing across his face before he schooled his features into a mask of nonchalance.

"Rikki, hey," he said, his voice a touch too high. "Didn't expect you tonight."

"Clearly," Rikki replied, her gaze sweeping over his disheveled appearance. "You missed your check-in." She barged past him, entering the apartment.

“Okay, look I know I didn’t show but…”

“Devin, do you know how bad this looks. I know you’re trying to do good but to anybody else they’ll just see you breaking your parole.”

“I know but look something happened. Do you remember when I said once you join the Corpses they think you’re in for life?”

Before Rikki could respond, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway. Her instincts prickled, a sense of danger crawling up her spine as the sounds stopped just outside Devin’s door.

“Yo Devin, it’s Tank. Open up!” The voice called out.

Rikki recalled Tank, he was the gang member that assaulted her the other night. His presence here could only mean trouble. Devin's eyes darted to the door, then back to Rikki.

"What the hell is going on Devin?" Rikki hissed.

"Shit Rikki, you don't understand," Devin whispered urgently. "Tank can't know you're a parole officer. If he thinks I’m snitching to my parole officer, things could get bad. For both of us.”

Rikki's mind raced as she weighed her options. Yes, she would be able to defend herself if something happened but if the Corpses went after Devin he could get hurt or worse.

"Fine," she sighed through gritted teeth, understanding the gravity of the situation. Devin nodded, his expression grave. "Just follow my lead."

The door burst open, and Tank filled the doorway, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in the scene.

"Well, well, well. Didn't expect to find you entertaining, Devin." Rikki's breath hitched as Devin's arm snaked around her waist, pulling her up against his body. She could feel the heat of his skin, the firmness of his muscles, and, embarrassingly, the growing bulge in his sweatpants.

"Yeah, well, you know how it is," Devin said, his voice dropping to a sultry tone. "Can't resist a good time." Tank chuckled, his eyes roving over Rikki with an unsettling hunger.

"I can see that. Don't let me interrupt. Continue what you were doing." Panic flared in Rikki's eyes, but she **** herself to relax into Devin's embrace. This was a performance, and they had an audience. Devin's hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against her lips. It was an intimate gesture, one that sent an unexpected jolt of arousal through her.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, Devin leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that started soft and tentative but quickly deepened. Rikki's mouth parted in surprise, and Devin's tongue slipped inside, exploring her with a hunger that was both thrilling and terrifying. As their kiss intensified, Rikki's hands found their way to Devin's chest, her fingers splaying across the firm muscles. She could feel his heart pounding beneath her palm, a rhythm that matched her own racing pulse. Devin's hands roamed over her body, skimming down her sides to grip her hips, pulling her even closer. Tank watched closely, a lascivious grin spreading across his face as he enjoyed the show. Rikki's mind screamed at her to stop, to remember who she was and why she was there, but her body had other ideas.

With a growl, Devin lifted Rikki onto the kitchen counter, stepping between her legs. His hands slid up her legs, grabbing onto her thighs. The line between acting and pleasure for Rikki began to blur. She wrapped her legs around Devin’s waist, holding him close.

"Fuck, kid. You're making me hard just watching." Tanks words cut through. Rikki's eyes snapped open, reality crashing back down around her. She was supposed to be a parole officer, maintaining professionalism and control, let alone a goddamn super hero. Instead, she was on a parolee's kitchen counter, making out with him whilst a gang member watched.

"I could sit here and watch this all night but I've got business to deal with. I’ll swing by later Devin, when you’re not... occupied.” With that Tank headed for the exit.

"Close the door on your way out, Tank." Devin, smiled holding Rikki close. Tank just chuckled, shaking his head as he backed out of the apartment, pulling the door shut behind him. The moment the latch clicked, Rikki shoved Devin away, scrambling off the counter.

"What the fuck was that, Devin?" She demanded, straightening out her clothes. "That was completely inappropriate!" Devin held his hands up in surrender, his expression earnest.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry. I just... I panicked, okay? Tank's not someone to fuck around with."

"This changes everything, Devin. You've compromised my position, not to mention your own parole." Devin stepped forward, reaching out to touch her arm.

"Rikki, please. I'll do whatever it takes to make this right. Just... don't report me." Rikki's resolve wavered at the desperation in his voice. She knew the consequences he would face if she reported this incident. But she also knew the risks she'd taken by allowing things to go as far as they had.

“What was he even coming over here for?”

“I don’t know. The old gang keeps inviting me to hangout. I try and avoid them as much as possible but I’m running out of excuses.”

“Jesus Devin!” Rikki paced back and forth. “I need to get out of here. If Tank or anyone else contacts you tell me immediately. Understand?”

“Of course.”

“And do not tell a single fucking person about what happened here tonight okay?”

“I promise.”

With that Rikki raced for the exit, leaving Devin with new memories and a raging hard on.