Big Juicy Lips (14 page)

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elice called Misty early the next morning. Motivated by the promise of a second income, she excitedly made arrangements to meet Misty. It was times like this that made Misty wish she were two people. She had to get Brick to his first appointment by noon and sit down with Dane for a serious conversation. She intended to give him his diamond studs and dangle the prospect of a partnership as an incentive for him to behave better.

Misty pulled to the curb and sucked her teeth. Felice lived in a rough neighborhood. Derelicts and shifty-eyed street hustlers were out in droves, looking for the next come-up. Hopefully, she could get the photos as quickly as possible. She’d be fuming mad if one of the loitering hood rats figured out a way to get past the locks on her expensive rims. Rocking a sparkled denim short skirt and gold-studded black boots, Misty’s arrival at the storefront steps of Felice’s apartment building caused all heads to turn in her direction.

Glancing at her diamond bracelet watch, Misty impatiently rang the middle doorbell, which was handwritten with #2 and taped next to the bell. Every few seconds, she craned her neck to make sure her whip was still safe.
Damn thieves always lurking in the shadows trying to steal somebody’s shit.

“Hi, Misty.” Wearing a low-cut camisole PJ set, Felice greeted her with a big grin. Her boobs, pushed up to the rafters, were on prominent display for the photo shoot.
Poor child, she thinks she’s gonna be modeling lingerie.

Misty’s presence represented money. Dollar signs gleamed in Felice’s eyes. “Here you go. This is for you.” Misty handed Felice a shopping bag with a Nine West logo.

“Ooo, what’s this?” Felice squealed.

“It’s a handbag. Hope you like it.” She’d picked up the bag on her recent shopping trip at the outlet mall, but after giving it a closer look, she’d decided it looked too cheesy to swing on her arm.

Clutching the shopping bag, she trotted up the steps to her second-floor apartment. Misty sighed. She hadn’t planned on climbing two flights of long-ass stairs.

While Felice appraised the handbag, emitting more joyful noises, Misty looked around. The crib was poorly furnished. But what did she expect from a storefront apartment in a squalid neighborhood? Yeah, Felice could definitely use some extra cheese. “I’m in a rush,” Misty said abruptly, eyeing her watch.

“Nice watch,” Felice complimented. “You stay fly—from head to toe.”

“Thanks,” Misty murmured, looking annoyed and sounding unappreciative. “Can we get down to business?”

Felice’s expression instantly morphed from gleeful to serious. She put the handbag down, folded her hands, and knitted her brows together as she waited for Misty to speak.

“Like I told you, I need to take some pictures for potential clients.”

“Is this outfit okay?” Felice struck a pose, pushing out her boobies.

Misty looked at Felice with a straight face. “I need pictures of your pussy.”

Felice gasped.

“For my website. That’s how I get business.” Misty took the camera out her shoulder bag. “My clients are all top-notch. They don’t need to see your face…just your pussy. If they like what they see, they’ll set up an appointment for a date.”

“A date? Like going out to dinner?” Felice asked, looking hopeful.

“Nah, it’s not like that. They just wanna fulfill sexual fantasies.”

Wearing a skeptical expression, Felice nodded her head.

“So, where can we do this? The lighting’s not too good in here.” Misty stood. “Where’s the bedroom? I wanna check out the lighting in there.”

“In the back.” Solemnly, Felice led Misty down a short corridor.

Misty was relieved. The lighting in the bedroom was much brighter. Without wasting time, she pulled her camera out of her shoulder bag and pointed to the bed. “This’ll work. Take off your bottoms and sit on the edge of the bed.”

Felice pulled off the PJ bottoms, but kept her panties.

“Girl, this ain’t the time to be shy. You want to get your hands on some extra cheddar, don’t chu?” Misty nodded briskly as she spoke.

“Yeah, but, I mean…it’s not like it’s every day that somebody comes over to take pussy pictures.” Looking self-conscious, Felice shed her panties and sat on the bed.

“Lean back and spread your coochie lips open.”

Felice scowled.

“I’m sorry if I seem abrupt, but I’m on a schedule and time is money. I have to download these photos and set up your gigs. Look, if I had time to kill, we’d be sharing a blunt and getting twisted so you could relax. But, I’m making major moves,” Misty explained. “Most likely, I’ll be able to set something up for you tonight.”

“I have to work.”

“After you get off.”

“How much did you say I can make?”

“Depends. Put it this way, the smallest amount you’ll walk away with is three hundred for an hour—sometimes you can get the job done in a half-hour or less.”

Felice leaned back on her elbows. “I’m not into no freaky S&M stuff.”

“Don’t worry. I’m only giving you easy work. Girl, you know I gotchu.” Remembering Felice’s bisexual tendencies, Misty changed her tone; her next words came out soft and whispery. “Relax, boo. Let me see that pretty pussy. Open it up for me, girl.”

Blushing, Felice lay back and spread her labia.

Misty frowned.

“What’s wrong?” Felice sat up.

“I thought you had a set of fat-ass pussy lips?” Her lips and nose scrunched up as if she were viewing something foul.

“They only swell up like that when I’m hot. You know…I gotta be aroused.”

“Oh, damn!” Misty rubbed her chin in thought. She really didn’t have time for this shit. “Aiight, look. I’m not into no oral sex with a female, but if I play with your clit, do you think that’ll make your pussy puff up?”

“It might.” Felice shrugged.

Misty sighed and sat on the bed. Felice lay back, reached for a pillow and propped up her head. As she separated her thick, shapely legs, she took a deep breath.

The moment Misty’s forefinger made contact with the hood of Felice’s clit, her juices started to pour. “Damn, girl. You’re leaking. That’s money. Let me get a quick shot of your coochie dripping cream.”

Felice gave a soft moan as Misty aimed the camera and snapped. “Aiight, you know your pussy better than I do. What’s it gonna take for me to get some real money shots. I can’t be rubbing on your clit all damn day.”

“Um. Can you finger it?” Felice asked meekly.

Misty glanced down at her manicured nails. “I don’t know about all that. I can give up a knuckle.” She shrugged. “Think that’ll work?”

“We can try.”

“Try my ass. It worked last night,” Misty blurted angrily. “It better work, bitch.”

At the word
bitch
, Felice snapped open her legs, and spread them wide. “Oh, yes,” she moaned. “Fuck me with your knuckle,” she pleaded, winding her hips and moaning as she rubbed on her titties and pinched her own nipples.

Misty was furious, but the job had to be done. Mustering the will to do whatever was necessary for the money shot, she gently rubbed her knuckle over Felice’s clit and then dug her knuckle into the creamy puddle. Enthusiastically, she pushed in and out, as far as her knuckle would go. Felice’s coochie squished and gurgled, hot lust poured on Misty’s knuckle, dripped down her hand. Then, like magic, her labia became engorged.

Now pulling her hair, humping out of control, Felice whimpered helplessly, “Do you have a strap-on in your bag?”

“Fuck no, bitch!” Misty withdrew her knuckle and checked the time. Damn, she had twenty minutes to pick up Brick. Disgusted, she snatched up the camera, aimed and started clicking, taking numerous snapshots of chocolate pussy as creamy filling oozed out.

Panting out of her open mouth, Felice reached over to the night-stand, opened a drawer, yanked out a huge vibrator, and clicked it on.

Misty tossed the camera in her bag, and rushed out of the bedroom, leaving Felice writhing and moaning. Over the hum of the vibrator, Felice screamed Misty’s name.

Dane took out his small diamond studs and replaced them with the new ones.

“They look good on you,” she commented.

“Thanks,” he muttered without a trace of gratitude. He checked out his reflection in the mirror and then set his eyes on Misty. “Fuckin’ with my cousin was real slimy. I should whip your ass.” He looked at her with searing dark eyes. There was a hint of playfulness, but Misty wasn’t sure.

“Nigga, please!” Misty scoffed, unafraid. If he even laid a hand on her, Brick would gleefully rip his pretty head off.

“But you’re lucky,” Dane added. “See, I don’t put my hands on a female unless I’m showing love. Ya heard?”

“No, you’re lucky,” she stated. Her thoughts drifted to Brick. He looked bone tired when she dropped him off at the apartment after his third job that day. His eyes were sad. He’d been looking really sad a lot lately.
Why?
she wondered. He had everything he could ask for. A dimepiece to sleep with; all the comforts of home. Hell, they could go out and party on the regular if he wanted to, but Brick didn’t seem to enjoy partying anymore. She looked off in thought. Maybe she was overdoing it—working him like a field slave.

Fuck Brick.
He should be grateful that she was able to find him work. His doldrums were starting to get on her nerves. She truly wasn’t in the mood for his depressed, sad face. If he knew what was good for him, he’d better not even think about waiting up for her. If he knew like she knew, his ass better rest his head—try to get a good night’s sleep. He had a lot of work to put in tomorrow.

“I’m serious about my little cousin, yo,” Dane warned, breaking into Misty’s thoughts.

Misty gave a nonchalant shrug. “That wasn’t about nothing.” Misty shook her head. “Trying to get your attention; that’s all.” Stretched out on the king-sized hotel bed, she cocked her head, waiting for Dane’s response. Dane was incredibly handsome. He looked so much like Shane, she found herself staring at him. He acted like him, too.
Cocky bastard.
He was looking too good in his wife beater and jeans. It took all her willpower not to jump up, unbuckle his belt and reacquaint herself with the bulge inside his jeans. It would be so easy to simply give up the struggle of training this nigga and just throw herself into his arms, surrender the pussy and suffer the consequences.

“Yeah, well, you got my attention. I don’t understand why you would go after my little cousin; mess with his head like that?”

“He’s a big boy.” Misty shrugged, unapologetic.

“Yo, Lil’ Bit, Monroe is family. If you got beef with me, there’s a million other niggas out there for you to fuck with. My cousin is off limits.”

“Your cousin is old enough to make his own decisions. Now, whether or not I fuck with his head is up to you.”

“That a threat?”

“A promise,” she said softly.

Wanting to choose his words carefully, Dane thought about it for a few seconds. “Is that right? Well, let me put it to you like this. If you ever try to come between me and my blood again—”

Misty made a big show of sitting up and leaning forward, eyes fixed on his face, giving Dane her undivided attention. “You’re gonna do what? You see me shaking, don’t you?” Her expression stoic, she held her hands up and shook them, mocking him.

Dane gave a half-grin, but there was no humor in his eyes. “You got jokes, yo. On the real, though, fuck with mine again and I’m gon’ come at you in a way that you won’t ever forget. Believe that!” He laughed but there was no mistaking the acid undertone in his voice.

Misty snorted. “Is that weak-ass threat the best you can come up with?”

“I don’t talk a lot. My rap game ain’t never been tight. I don’t have the gift of gab. But my actions have a whole lot of impact, ya heard, Lil’ Bit?”

She gave a loud, derisive, snorting sound. “Yeah, nigga. I’m scared to death of you. Aiight, you spoke your peace. Now, let me holla at you about a business matter.”

“Go ’head. I’m listening.”

“My business is expanding. I can’t handle it by myself. I need a recruiter.”

Dane eyed her intently. “Oh, you want me to help you with your hustle by letting you pimp out my little cousin and his crew?”

“I wasn’t thinking about his crew. But that’s beside the point. How you gon’ get all self-righteous. You supply him and those other young bucks with garbage they can’t hardly get rid of. He’s taking a bigger risk by fucking with you. Who knows what could happen while he and those two dummies are out on the streets hustling? Death or jail; it’s just a matter of time.” She paused. “Same goes for you. Sooner or later, you’re gonna get popped carrying packages. And don’t look at me when you get locked up. Yeah, I got bank, but I’m not bailing nobody out of the clink. Shit, I carried packs back in elementary school. I outgrew that dumb shit a long time ago.”

“Damn, whatchu tryna do? Jinx my game?”

“You can’t win your game. So, are you gon’ holla at Monroe or do you want me to talk to him? I already know what his sex is hitting for. He’s good. I can have him working right away.” Anticipating a jealous reaction, she cut her eye at Dane.

He didn’t flinch. “What’s my cut?” He looked at her with searing, dark eyes.

“Fuck outta here. You didn’t recruit Monroe. I did! I personally test drove that big dick. He’s a dumb youngin’, but the sex is good.” She threw in that zinger just for spite. “When you bring in some worthwhile mufuckas that I can get some decent work out of, then we’ll talk.”

Dane twisted his face disagreeably. “Nah, Lil’ Bit. I don’t do business like that.” He fixed his grill in a way that would make an average-looking man appear unattractive. But no matter how hard Dane worked on distorting his features, he was still a pretty boy. “I got access to every lil’ soldier out there grinding. How much you paying and what’s in it for me?”

“Their income depends on what the gig is paying. Different services pay different amounts. Couple hundred for an hour’s worth of work. Your cut—” She thought about it. “I can give you five hundred for every recruit and two-fifty for every job he does.” She smiled at Dane. “But you don’t get paid until the job is done.”

“So, what they gotta do? Serve up rich, lonely bitches?”

“Sometimes. But most of my clients are male.” Misty paused and waited for her words to sink in. “I’m working on getting more female customers.”

“You want my cousin and them to work with punks?”

“If you say so; I call them valued clients.”

Monroe laughed. “Yo! You expect me to go around recruiting dudes to do some homosexual activity? You must be crazy.”

“Cool. I gave you a great opportunity. I’ll recruit workers my damn self. Or better yet, I can holla at Monroe; find out if he’s up to the job. How many nineteen-year-old niggas would turn down an opportunity to get paid to fuck or get their dick sucked?”

Dane squirmed. “You cold-blooded. But, seriously, Lil’ Bit, you can’t come at those youngins talkin’ that gay shit. You gotta ease ’em into that. Start ’em off with females. Once they get used to having their pockets lined, then you can tell ’em that the only work available is with some punks. If the money’s right, they’ll go for it. They won’t like it, but believe me, don’t nobody wanna go back to skipping meals once they start eating on the regular.” He gave Misty a devilish grin.

“You a shady mufucka.” She tossed a pillow at his head. “Why you make me listen to all that unnecessary dialogue when your ass is just as corrupt as I am?”

“What I tell you? I’m a man of few words.” He pushed Misty down, roughly pulled her top over her head. He fondled her perky little tits, bit her nipples one at a time through the fabric of her bra, bringing each to hardened knots. Nibbling nipples and sticking his hand up her skirt. Dane’s experienced hand roamed under her skirt, seeking her most secretive place. His thick middle finger slid beneath the soft fabric that covered her treasure, traveled upward until he located her sweet spot, rubbing it, until the slow burn of desire made Misty ache with need.

Misty tried to lie still, tried to control her ragged breathing as Dane seduced her with his finger, but she couldn’t stop the rumbling moan in her throat or the gentle sway of her hips. She took a deep, shuddering breath, she lowered her eyelids, squeezed her eyes tightly, as if in pain while Dane’s finger caressed and explored the place where she craved penetration. His dick was long overdue. She needed it! But she let him have his way with her. Allowed him to toy with her, as he circled and teased her swollen nub with his thumb and separated her pussy petals with his middle finger. Misty brought her knees up and shamelessly tried to spread her legs for him.

“I got control of this,” he growled, using a strong arm to cradle her knees and keep her knees pressed torturously together. “I’ll tell you when I’m ready for you to spread that pussy open.” Misty struggled to get her legs apart, but Dane was too strong. In desperate need for her aching loins to be soothed, she whimpered. “Use two fingers. Please!”

“I got this. Don’t tell me what to do.” Seated on the side of the bed, he bent over and kissed her forehead. “I gotta slow stroke, before I beat the pussy up. Aiight, Lil’ Bit?”

“Okay,” she uttered in a lustful whisper.

His fingers continued their hot assault; her body arched and writhed to his burning touch.

Dane continued to play with her pussy, pushed her legs further apart, so his tongue could work its magic between her thighs. Tingles spread up and down her spine. She murmured soft cries of bliss, and then roughly pushed him away.

Unable to bear another second, Misty pushed his head away. She leveled a poisonous glare at Dane. “Stop playin’. I’m been waiting for you for a whole month. I need some dick!”

Dane stood up. Even with the shimmer of Misty’s pussy juice covering his smirking lips, his expression was as cocky as ever. He undid his belt. Misty’s hungry gaze ran up and down the length of Dane’s tall, lean, muscular, body. Stripped naked, his hard-on pointing where she lay, leading the way, he joined Misty on the bed. “Like I told you earlier, I don’t need to have the gift of gab. I let my actions speak loud and clear.”