Baring it All (part 17) Tragedy Travis,This is Marissa. Please call me if you are there. I'm worried sick. This was the 10th message I had left on Travis' cell phone since getting home early this morning. I had finally convinced Maurice to pay his bail last nite at the jail after I told him about Big Bertha and her friend trying to rape me. He felt so sorry for me that he agreed to loan me the money to bail Travis out. But they said he wasn't there. The desk clerk said he was never booked. I called every precinct in the city hoping they had taken him someplace else but none of them had a Travis Leonard booked. I didn't know what to think. I jumped when the phone rang and snatched it up. "Travis?" I said into the receiver. "No, Marissa, is this damn Travis the reason you walked out on your job last night." "Marcus. Uhm...how are you?" I stammered. "Cut the bullshit Marissa. How dare you walk out in the middle of a show, and you had not even done your dances yet. What the fuck where you thinking?" Marcus's voice bellowed through the phone. "I wasn't feeling well." I lied. "Fuck that! You don't walk out on Marcus Thomas. Do you hear me Marissa?! There was thousands of dollars made last night and if you had joined in even more could have been made. Don't you ever walk out and cost me my fucking money girl. Do you understand that Marissa?" he yelled. "Yes,Marcus. It won't happen again...I mean IF I still have a job." I said. "Yeah, I'm a fucking softie. You still got your job. Just be at the club tonight ON TIME Marissa, and don't fuck up again. There are plenty of beautiful women in this city that would love to take your spot at Chocolate City. Remember that." Marcus hung up the phone before I could answer. I wasn't sure if I still wanted my job or not but since I could not find Travis I decided that keeping it was the best thing to do right now. Still feeling tense and upset I went into the bathroom to shower. I turned on the warm water and let it run, then I undressed and stepped in. I let the water run all over my body, from my head down my breast, and tricking down my legs. I filled my hand with shower gel and rubbed it generously all over my body. I began at my breasts soaping them up and massaging them, then I soaped up my stomach and rubbed it through my hairy pussy. I leaned down and soaped each of my thighs and calves massaging the gel in. It was peach scented and smell and the sensations of massing my body relaxed me and of course made me horny. I took the shower massage off the head and ran it along my body rinsing the suds off. I lingered at my breast and allowed the pulsating water to caress each nipple making them hard. Then I held my breasts in my hand and flicked my tongue across them. Then I moved the shower head down my body and let the water massage my stomach and legs. I spread my legs slightly and let it tickle the top of my clit. I sat down in the tub and lay back spreading my legs wide. Then I pointed the shower head directly between my legs and let the water pulsate against my clit. I leaned back as the water caressed me and within a few short moments I climaxed. I finished rinsing off and got out of the tub. I got a towel out of the cabinet and wrapped it around me, and wrapped another around my wet hair. As I stepped into my bedroom my phone was ringing. I snatched it up. "Hello" I said breathlessly. "Hey Baby". "Hi Granny, how are you doing?" "Not to good honey. I'm on my way over to the Reverend's. Something awful has happened." I feared for Travis. Had the cops beaten him, hurt him. "What Granny!? What happened? Is Tra, I mean the Reverend okay?" I said urgently. "As well as can be expected under the circumstances, he's been through quite an ordeal the last 24 hours." she said. I hated when Granny did this. Just rambled on and on. Why couldn't she just come out and tell me already. "Granny, please. What happened to the Reverend?" "It's his wife honey. Lisa." Oh God, I thought. Travis had confessed. Did Granny know everything? Even about me and Travis. I tried to sound nonchalant when I said "Lisa? What about her?" Granny paused for several seconds before saying. "Baby, she's dead. She was murdered Marissa." "Marissa?..." "Marissa?..."