Big Juicy Lips (15 page)

M
isty woke up in a panic. She sat up, looked at the bedside clock. 4:27 a.m.
Shit!
She’d promised the new client, Chad, that she’d have Felice’s, aka, Juicy’s cunt shots posted by midnight, but she’d forgotten and had fallen asleep.
Shit!
Her gaze flitted down to Dane. He’d dicked her down good and had made her forget about her responsibilities.
Damn!
As if he’d read her thoughts, Dane squirmed in his sleep; his eyes fluttered open.

“What’s wrong, Lil’ Bit?” he asked, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

“Nothing, boo. I just remembered something I forgot to take care of. Get your rest. Go back to sleep.” Misty threw off the covers, padded naked to the other side of the room. Her laptop sat on the desk, which was situated near the heavily draped window. She clicked on the lamp, sat down and opened her laptop.

“Whatchu doin’? Come on back to bed.” Irritated and groggy, he spoke in a scratchy whisper.

“Give me a minute,” she said absently, clicking computer keys, leaning forward.

“Hurry up. I can’t sleep with that bright light.” His words were followed by the sound of rustling sheets and bedcovers.

Misty looked over in the direction of the bed. In the shadows, she could see the outline of Dane’s long body, curled beneath the covers, groaning miserably as if the soft glow of the desk lamp was akin to having the high beam of a police helicopter search light shining down on him.

“You’re so dramatic.” She chuckled. There was something endearing about everything that he did. Even his uncalled-for grumpiness evoked warmth—gave her the fuzzies. It was a good feeling. “This’ll only take a few minutes. Okay?”

Dane threw off the covers and sat up. “You shouldn’t na woke me up.” He looked down. “My jawn is hard again,” he commented. “Hurry up, so I can knock that out again.”

With her digital camera connected to her laptop, she downloaded Felice’s pussy pictures as quickly as she could. After checking her emails and her bank account, she literally ran across the room and dove on top of Dane.

“Too late.” His voice was muffled beneath the covers.

Laughing, Misty tried to pull the covers he had tucked in a tight cocoon around his frame. “Gimme that dick!”

“Go ’head, shawty. I ain’t got nothing to give. You took too long. My jawn went back to sleep.”

“Wake his ass up!” She tried to yank the bedspread off Dane but couldn’t.

“Can’t. He’s snoring and everything.”

Misty laughed. “Gimme that dick. I’m not playing with you, Dane.” She sounded tough but was grinning from ear to ear. Dane made her smile. Made her blush. Made her laugh. Fuck it, she was in love.

Finally Dane pulled the covers off his head. “Aiight, come on in here with me. My man down there woke up but he’s feeling kinda sluggish, y’ah mean? So, we exchanged a few words and he said if you get on the mic, he might be able to holla back.”

Misty fell out laughing, wiggled inside the covers with Dane and slithered downward. Tenderly, she cushioned his length with her lips and moaned with pleasure as it grew hard inside her mouth, sweet on her tongue. Like candy.

A full bladder and a cramped arm woke Dane up. He kissed Misty’s pretty face and then eased her head off his pained bicep. Rubbing the tender muscle where her head had lain and apparently had cut off his circulation, Dane slipped out of bed. Not wanting to disturb Misty, he trudged softly toward the bathroom. A sudden sound caused him to look over his shoulder in surprise. Misty, her face the image of an angel, was snoring as loudly as an ex-hausted truck driver.
Damn, Lil’ Bit. I ain’t think a cute little shawty like you could generate that kind of noise!
Laughing to himself, he closed his eyes blissfully as he relieved himself. His closed eyes conjured an image. Misty sitting at the desk, eyebrows scrunched together. Intense.

Curiosity got the best of him. He shook the final droplets off his dick and crept toward the desk. Stealthily, he picked up the laptop, took it inside the dark bathroom, closed and locked the door.

Illuminating the small enclosure with just the computer light, Dane closed the toilet top, sat down and steadied the laptop on his bare thighs. Bent forward, eyes glued to the screen, he could hear his own excited breathing as he pulled down and then checked every site recently visited in the computer’s history.

His eyes bugged out in repulsed amazement.
Look at this shit!
On the screen were three perverted penis poses with the caption, “Hard as Brick, Melts in Your Mouth!”
The dick must belong to that dude she’s pimping.
Dane shook his head, thinking the dude had to have a couple loose screws to let somebody take pictures of his jawn and post them on the internet. Scrolling down further, he saw a sight that made his mouth drool. A hairy vagina with puffy pussy lips that was captioned, “Juicy!”

Dane clicked on the link to peep the prices perverts were willing to pay if they wanted to see more.
Dayum! A hundred dollars a click! Lil’ Bit was straight gangsta!
But that fat pussy she was promoting was looking so enticing, Dane could understand why mufuckas were willing to come out of pocket to check out the array of pussy flicks. But for a dude like him to spend a buck to just peek at the pussy, shit, that coochie had better be gripping and clenching in 3-D. That jawn would have to jump off the screen like a hologram and let him get all up in it—or at least feel like he was stroking it deeply. Shit, a hundred dollars just to eyeball that shit! Lil’ Bit had balls of steel to be asking for that kind of loot. Then again, there were lots of sex addicts out there who’d give up mortgage money for their next high. Lil’ Bit was preying on their weakness the same way drug dealers exploited junkies.

Misty’s racket was more profitable than Dane had thought. Internet sex trade was kicking out some serious dough.
So, that’s why she is able to cruise around in that expensive ride. That’s why she is always blinging like crazy and throwing money around like it’s water
. While he, on the other hand, was barely making ends meet. The drug game was getting old. Too many ups and downs. Too many grimy niggas trying to get a piece of the same pie. Shit, at twenty-four years old and having been in the game since he was seventeen, he felt old. He thought he had come up when he started carrying packs instead of grinding on the corner. But he was missing meals like a mufucka. The big boss liked to switch his mules up. Work was sporadic—nothing Dane could count on. Shit, if it wasn’t for his baby’s mom back in Detroit, he’d be ass out.

Hell, yeah, it was time for a career change.

Intending on getting his piece of Misty’s pie, Dane pulled his eyes away from the alluring pussy picture. “Focus, nigga,” he chastised, smacking his own face in quick succession. He didn’t have time to waste feening for some virtual pussy. The images of sexy pussy had to take a backseat to the pressing matter he had to quickly attend to.

Leaving the security of the locked bathroom was risky, but needing to jot down some information, his shoulders stooped as if to make himself smaller, he dipped out of the bathroom and slunk across the room. Quickly, he grabbed the pen and pad bearing the hotel’s logo off the desk. Heading back to the confines of the bathroom, Dane moved as swiftly and as quietly as he possibly could. But he wasn’t quiet enough. Misty stirred and wrinkled her brow in agitation as she switched her position. Her unexpected movement rattled Dane so badly, he dropped the pen. He kept an eye fixed on Misty as he quickly retrieved the pen. Pen in hand, he crept backward, very slowly. With every sneaky step he made, he watched Misty, making sure her eyes were closed.

When he eased inside the bathroom, he breathed a sigh of relief, closed and locked the door.

He blew a kiss at the pussy shot. He could grub on that juicy jawn for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Yeah, whoever had that pussy between her legs was working with a gold mine that he definitely wouldn’t mind digging into for some nuggets. His dick, in apparent agreement, throbbed so badly that the veins were popping out, demanding some relief. His dick was hard, but he was more interested in the bank account. Damn, he needed a password to peep how much paper was stacked up in that jawn. He tried a few letter-and-number-combinations, but had to give up when the site shut down, with a message that stated his time had elapsed.
Fuck!
Before closing the lid of the laptop, he gave the big, juicy pussy lips one long last glance.

Back in bed and snuggled close to Misty, Dane couldn’t get rid of the image of that fat-ass pussy on the computer screen. Inching his groin up on Misty’s behind, he threw an arm around her. She purred in her sleep and started whispering something.

“What?” Dane asked. Curious, he asked again. “Whatchu say, baby?”

Talking in her sleep, she whispered a sexy response. Told him how she liked it and then fell silent and succumbed to a deep sleep. He could handle what she said she liked, only thing was, she called him Shane.
Fuck it.

He inched behind her again. His weapon prepared itself, thumping against her lean backside. He thought about the images on the computer screen. The dick flicks were disgusting. The dude caught up in those pictures had to be twisted as shit. But that bitch with the puffy pussy. Now, that pussy was on some ol’ other shit. No doubt about it, he’d love to get to know it on an up close and personal basis.

His imagination directed his hand movement. With his palm wrapped around his dick, he guided it between Misty’s legs, taking the pussy from behind. She squirmed, annoyed that she was being bothered during her sleep, but Dane wasn’t trying to take no for an answer. Holding her in place, he imagined his dick sliding between those anonymous, fat pussy lips as he thrust and quickly squirted inside Misty’s tight tunnel.

A
n hour before check-out time, Misty slipped out of bed, grabbed the small containers of the complimentary shampoo and conditioner, and stepped inside the shower. For Misty, the shower was like a sanctuary. A private place for private thoughts. A place where she could work through problems, and often stumbled upon new, creative ideas.

With jets of warm water hitting her body, she lathered her long hair and massaged her scalp. The smoky steam enveloped her, warmed her. She didn’t hear Dane come into the bathroom, didn’t notice his long, lean body until he slid open the door and joined her. She was about to protest. This was her time! But he kneeled and murmured, “You don’t need no soap and water down there. Put your foot up on the tub; let me lick that pussy clean.”

Sensations of pleasure and pain seemed to shoot up her coochie at once. “How’d you know?” she whimpered, her leg trembling as she raised her foot and helplessly rested it on the side of the tub.

“I’m your man; I know what my boo likes.”

She held on tight to the metal rack inside the stall. “Yeah, but, how—”

His tongue sliced into her vagina like a knife, cutting off her words, making her gasp, as she bent over and grabbed a handful of his curly hair. His tongue snaked between her diminutive folds. His puckered lips sucked softly, as his tongue swished in and out.

This freaky act he was engaged in—cleaning her pussy—using his tongue as a flesh-covered washcloth; it was something Shane used to do to her. How did Dane know about this weakness? How could she keep her wits about her if Dane knew how to break her all the way down?

“I want the truth, Dane. How could you know about this?” she asked again, tears welling. “I hate you! I really do!”

“Yeah. I love you, too,” Dane replied, self-assurance coating every word. “It’s gon’ be aiight.” He pressed his lips against her vulva. Smooched, playfully making the kissing sound.

Misty pulled away. “Stop playing. It’s not gonna be all right!”

“I gotchu, Lil’ Bit.” He reattached his lips.

Panting, her body began to shake with the tremor of a building orgasm. “I asked you a question,” she murmured between gasps.

He looked up.

“How did you know?”

He smirked. “Lucky guess.”

Misty felt weepy while driving Dane back to his cousin’s house. Swallowing back the lump in her throat, her mind raced trying to figure out a way to tell Dane that she desperately wanted him to move in with her. And Brick. By the time they reached the brick row house, she put the car in park, turned off the ignition. “Dane, I’m in a situation that you might not understand.”

“Try me.”

“Me and the dude who works for me—uh, we’re in a relationship. Been together since we were kids, so our relationship is more like a close friendship than romantic love.”

“Is Brick getting that ass?” Dane’s voice was low and deadly.

“Yeah, but it’s not what you think.”

“School me.”

“We’re both kinky. We like the same kind of twisted shit. But Brick—” She took a deep breath. “Brick’s got issues about his sexual identity.”

“Dude’s a fag. You fucking a gay dude and let me go up in you raw!” He yanked her by the arm, squeezed hard, made her feel pain.

Misty jerked her arm away. “Brick ain’t gay!” She rubbed her pained arm. “He ain’t fucking dudes in their ass or nothing like that.”

“What, he’d rather take it up his?”

“Fuck no! He likes the way men suck his dick. That’s all. That’s as far as he goes. I swear.”

“So how do I fit into your family life? You think dude will be cool with me moving in?”

“I want you. He doesn’t have a choice.”

“So, where’s everybody gon’ be sleeping up in that dip?”

“Together. You on one side; Brick on the other. I’ll be in the middle.”

“You expect both of us to fuck you every night?”

“Look, the way I feel, Brick could sleep in the spare room, but he’s my meal ticket. I can’t put him out the bed. Not yet. You gotta bear with. He won’t mind taking sloppy seconds after you. He works so hard most of the time, he’s too tired to fuck. He eats my pussy and falls right off to sleep.”

Dane turned up his lips in a grimace. “You and dude are disgusting.”

“We’re also eating.”

“I don’t know, Lil’ Bit. I dig you and everything. Shit, I ain’t gon’ front. I feel like I love you, but I’m not so much in love that I’d let you chump me. Yo, I gotta think on this one.”

Misty reached for his hands, her facial muscles twitching. “I’ll put him out if you want me to.”

“Then, how you gon’ eat?”

“You said you gon’ hustle up some young bucks from off the corners.”

“That’s gon’ take some time. You can’t expect a bunch of wild, young thugs to jump right into this sex game and start making you enough money to live like you’re accustomed to. It can work, but it’s not gon’ happen overnight.”

Dane leaned over and gave her a quick kiss. “I’ll make some phone calls, but it’s hard to get around to where they stay posted up without some wheels.”

“After I get Brick situated after I drive him to his gig, I could take you wherever you need to go.”

“Nah, that ain’t gon’ work. It’s better if I talk to them young dudes by myself. They won’t like talking that kind of business with a female around. I’ll run some game—tell ’em they’ll be working with me. They don’t need to know about you. Let me deal with the corner boys. Feel me, boo?”

She nodded, but she wasn’t comfortable with his business plan. “So what are you saying? You want me to buy you a squatter or something?”

“A squatter? Hell, no! How I look approaching mufuckas, telling them I can put them down with some long paper if I’m riding around in a hooptie. Nah, I was thinking, I could hold your wheel when I’m conducting business. Y’ah mean?”

Again, Misty nodded. She bit her bottom lip. It didn’t feel right agreeing to let Dane have use of an expensive vehicle that he didn’t invest a dime in. But, he had a valid point about meeting the workers man-to-man.

“This truck cost a grip. If I trust you to drive it, I have to be able to keep tabs on you. Now, you’re gonna have to get your stuff and move in with me and Brick if you want access to the truck.”

“That’s fair enough.”

“Then, after they start bringing in some real cheese, I’ll buy you your own set of wheels. Something fly.”

Dane smiled, leaned over and pressed his plump lips against hers. His kiss was so delicious that she opened her mouth, allowing him to slaughter her with his tongue. Captivated by his impassioned kiss, Misty hungered for more. Realizing that she was weak for him, and that she needed his dick close by at all times, she blurted, “Go get your shit, Dane. Fuck it. You gotta come home with me now. Please. We’ll tell Brick together. He’ll be all right. I promise. He loves me, Dane. He’ll go along with anything I say.”