Big Juicy Lips (9 page)

“What kind of bitch has to pay to fuck?” Brick wondered aloud.

The rumble of Brick’s voice seemed a million miles away. Misty’s mind was churning away, focused on Dane. His whereabouts, which were unknown, troubled her deeply. She was being played and she didn’t appreciate it. She’d sent him money with such regularity that she was on a first-name basis with the Western Union chick.

“Answer my question. What’s wrong with the broad?” Brick broke into Misty’s thought.

“Nothing’s wrong with her. You should appreciate a change in the routine. Don’t you get tired of all those sweaty dick-suckers?” she asked curtly. “Or…do you prefer men?”

“Aw, get off that shit. You know I ain’t no fruit.”

“So, why are you stressing about banging some new pussy? I know mine is the bomb, but I thought you’d accept this job as…you know, a gift.”

“I’m just saying, suppose she’s working with just one leg or something fucked up like that. Something must be wrong with her. A female shouldn’t have to pay for dick.”

Exasperated, Misty let out a sigh. “She’s a freak, okay? She wants to experience your thickness and she didn’t hesitate to pay my steep asking price. If she’s an ugly bitch, just use your imagination—think about me. Do whatever you have to do to get your dick hard enough to bang out that paying pussy.”

Brick nodded absently. Though he wondered about the steep price Misty bragged about charging for his services, he didn’t dare ask. It was cool, though. Misty would tell him how to collect before he went up to the chick’s hotel room.

“Now, how many women do you think would be as open-minded as I am? As big as your dick is, I should be guarding it like it’s Fort Knox, but I’m not insecure.” She reached over and rubbed her palm against his groin. “I know all this belongs to me.” She pat the bulge that quivered in response to her touch.

“How many women do you know who trust their man enough to let him go stick his dick inside another female?”

“None,” Brick mumbled, head lowered, contrite.

“So, stop complaining. I don’t care if that bitch is missing both legs, serve her up for the hour she paid for and then roll out.”

Misty popped in her favorite CD. She was hurt and feeling abandoned by Dane. She felt like listening to Keyshia Cole wail and moan about love gone wrong. “Don’t eat no pussy,” she ordered Brick as she nodded her head in agreement with Keyshia’s crooning lament.

Brick looked horrified. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

“Aiight. I’ll punch you in the head if you even think about sticking your tongue up in some strange bitch’s coochie.”

Repulsed, Brick reared back and snorted. “Stop playing. You know I don’t get down like that. I don’t even wanna stick my dick inside no strange broad, so you know I’m not eating no strange pussy.”

“I know that’s right,” Misty responded and then grew quiet as she listened to Keyshia hit high notes, shouting out a grieving wail over loving a no-good man. She handed Brick two condoms. “Cover your jawn up nice and tight, let her ride big boy until she pops. If she don’t bust in an hour, fuck it. Tell the bitch her time is up. Grab your clothes and bounce.”

“Aiight, but you know I’m not used to dealing with no female customers. Should I get the gravy before we get down or after?”

“I told you, she already paid.”

“For real? I thought you meant she agreed to pay your steep price.”

“No! Her account is up to date and paid in full. She deposited the money in my online account.”

“When did you get a bank account?”

“Man, don’t worry about it. I got this. You know how I do. I’m always looking for new ways to keep my pimp game tight.”

Brick nodded miserably. He hated when Misty referred to herself as a pimp. He preferred to think of them as partners, doing what they had to do to survive. Feeling sad and insulted, he looked out the passenger window as Misty merged onto I-76 West, headed for Valley Forge.

Later, Misty parked at the entrance of the Valley Forge Hotel. She checked the time. “I’ll be back in an hour.”

Brick gave her a look.

“I’m gonna go find a place to park, but you’re running late—you need to hurry up and get to the hotel room.”

“I’m not playing, Misty. I don’t feel like sitting up in the hotel bar, stuck the fuck out here in Valley Forge for hours.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” she said, sounding agitated by his insinuation. “I’m going to park in the lot and then I’m going to wait for you in the bar.” Grinning, she tilted her head to the side. “Who knows, I might get lucky and spot another trick sitting at the bar.”

“Man, stop lying. You’re not gon’ sit around, waiting inside that bar. Your little ass is heading straight for the King of Prussia Mall.”

Misty giggled. “Yeah, I am. But I already know what I want. I won’t be long. I promise, Brick. Okay?”

Sighing, Brick got out of the X5.

Brick knocked and waited. On the other side of the door, his client observed him through the peephole. She probably didn’t approve of his face. He shrugged, figuring he’d give her a few more seconds to make up her mind, and then he’d bounce on down to the bar and get his drink on. Most male clients were initially turned off by the disfiguring scar, but after getting closer acquainted, they always ended up digging it; stating that the jagged, raised flesh enhanced his masculinity. Made him appear more virile. Edgy. Dangerous.

Brick turned to leave. The door swung open. Frowning in impatience, he swung around. In the doorway stood an unusually beautiful young woman with a copper-hued complexion. Her green eyes, a stark contrast to her skin tone, bore into him. Tall and willowy, she appeared to be almost six feet tall. “You must be Brick. Come in. I’ve been anxiously waiting for you.” She spoke in a crisp voice, with an appealing accent that Brick couldn’t quite identify. As best he could, Brick tried to soften his coarse expression as the exotic and refined client ushered him into her suite.

With fluid, graceful movements, she closed and then put the chain on the door. Her soft and glossy, burnished honey-colored hair was pulled into a loose ponytail that hung over a shoulder and rested on her left breast. A smooth high forehead, protruding full lips, and prominent wide nose were almost sculptural African characteristics. This woman of obvious mixed parentage was a genetic oddity, a drastic contrast of European and African features.

She wore magenta-colored, satin boxers and matching camisole.
Sexy as shit!
Picturesque in her stylish lingerie, she appeared to have glided off a page of one of Misty’s fashion magazines.
Why she gotta pay for sex?
Brick wondered. He would have done this job for free. On the real, he would have paid a hefty price for a glimpse of the passion fruit hidden between her firm thighs.

“Yoyin,” she said, extending a slender hand. Her name, foreign-sounding and exotic, suited her, but Brick didn’t trust himself to try and pronounce it. Feeling self-conscious, Brick took her hand, gave it a quick shake. “Brick,” he mumbled. He kept his eyes lowered, keeping it professional, concealing his hungry gaze.

“I know your name,” she reminded him with a thin smile. Crafting a wider smile would require more effort than the serious young woman seemed willing to put forth.

Brick felt foolish, and out of his league. Admittedly, Misty was the prettiest woman he’d ever known, but Yoyin was not only beautiful, she had a majestic presence that humbled him. With lowered eyes, his attention was drawn to her long, shapely legs and then wandered down to her narrow, bare feet. A platinum anklet dangled above a toe ring, which was topped with a cluster of glittery diamonds. Toenails painted pink hinted that there was a playful nature to this regal and extremely solemn Nubian queen.

Moving with a noble carriage and stately walk—giving off an air of elegance that made Brick feel clumsy and oafish, she turned and glided toward the bed, gracing Brick with her backside, a small, protrusive, bubble butt—another courtesy of Mother Africa.

Yoyin glided over to the dining area. “May I get you a drink? Patron, Hennessy. Whatever you’d like.”

Knowing he was prone to cutting the fool if he started drinking, Brick shook his head. “No, thanks,” he said, smiling, determined to be on his very best behavior.

“All right. Well, I’m done with the pleasantries—show me the goods. I’m told you have an enormous cock.” Yoyin’s accent was beautiful. It stirred Brick’s manhood.

Brick put his head down, blushing as he undid his jeans. When he looked up, he noticed Yoyin’s nipples pushing hard against her satin camisole. In an instant Brick became rigid with desire. He unveiled his most valuable asset. Holding it in the palm of his hands, he proudly offered his large, throbbing manhood.

“Very nice. Your agent should have charged double the price. You’re worth it.” There was a twinkle in Yoyin’s eyes that shone as brightly as the diamonds on her toe. Brick wondered how much Yoyin had paid Misty, but knew better than to ask. The financial arrangements were between Misty and the client. Misty would have a fit if he tried to be all up in her business.

Yoyin quickly shed her girly boxers and revealed the magnificent treasure between her legs.

“Umph,” Brick grunted and caressed his length. Her mons, prettier than he could have imagined, was covered by a soft layer of honey-colored hair. She spread her outer labia, flaunting pierced, pussy petals as well as a pierced clit. Her clit was large and rigid. He didn’t know if it was swollen from the piercing or if that was its normal size. What he did know was that the sight of her glistening, big clit, made his mouth water, made his dick throb.

An enormous feeling of hot lust washed over him. He longed to bow down in worship at the feet of this unusual woman, who was endowed with an oversized clit and presented a fascinating, bejeweled vagina. Yoyin’s genitalia, elaborately decorated with sparkly jewelry, were a shameless dick-tease. “I ain’t never seen a pussy blinging like that,” he uttered, awestruck. Brick could feel a nut swiftly traveling through his loins as his dick thumped against his hand, threatening to go into convulsions. Frowning, he gave his dick a hard, chastising squeeze. “Calm down, nigga,” he told his unruly appendage.

Eager to feel the sensation of Yoyin’s numerous piercings sliding against his dick, Brick kicked off his jeans.
Hold up!
he cautioned himself. He’d never engaged in sexual activity with a female client and never could have imagined securing payment from such an extraordinary beauty. Looking upon this momentous occasion with reverence, Brick decided to prolong the experience.

Sure, Misty had ordered him to keep his tongue inside his mouth, but Brick, awestruck by Yoyin’s elegant beauty and suddenly hungry for the taste of her exotic passion fruit, was prepared to get down on bended knee and lap her tangy-sweet nectar. And he had another reason to cheat on Misty. Their fantasy a few nights ago had gotten out of control. It seemed so real, he’d cried like a bitch, believing that Misty had finally crossed the line and fed him pussy that smelled and tasted like it had been filled up with another man’s cum.

Did his pretty baby really go out and cheat on him with other men? Or did she just tell him what she knew he liked to hear while they were kickin’ it in bed? Brick shook his head, uncertain. The way realities had begun to emerge was frightening. No doubt about it, Misty was changing. She was letting her pimp game go to her head. Brick sighed. Did she love him? He couldn’t call it. She’d become so unreasonably demanding and unmercifully aggressive, it seemed she’d lost all respect for him. Yeah, she was the boss, always had been. But damn, was he now nothing more than a big dick and a dollar sign?

Brick pushed away the unpleasant thoughts. Misty loved him. She pimped him out, but she did it out of love. Like she said, her job wasn’t any easier than his. Having to think up ways to drum up business was a lot of work. He’d be less than a man if he didn’t play his part and put a little effort into the tricks he turned.

Yeah, she loved him. Other than Shane having his back in the joint, Misty was the only person in the world who’d ever shown him love or any type of kindness. He could barely recall his mother. Couldn’t remember if she’d ever loved him or not.

Misty wasn’t out there fucking around on him. He was trippin’, losing his ability to distinguish between what was real and what was a sexual fantasy.

“V
iolate me.” Yoyin broke into his musings. The coarse suggestion was spoken softly, a delicate, but urgent whisper. “Ravage my body.” She took a shuddering breath. “I know you’re strong and quite capable of ramming me, hard! Hard enough to draw blood. I want you to hurt me,” she stated simply. “Abuse my vagina,” she further instructed. “Give me pain. Can you manage that?” Her question was followed by a long, blissful sigh.

Oh, shit! Yoyin’s a freak.
Brick should have known that only a messed-up, twisted bitch would spend money to get her fuck on. Disappointment cast a shadow over Brick’s face. He’d wanted to inhale her vaginal fragrance, suck her extended clit and press his tongue against the cushiony walls of her warm passageway. He longed to sip her juices and savor her taste before filling her with his thickness.

Being denied the opportunity to exhibit his soft side felt like rejection. This distressed him and his emotions quickly progressed to rage. “Oh, you want me to rough you up?” He advanced toward Yoyin; his menacing demeanor was reminiscent of his past persona, when he earned a living committing strong-armed robbery.

Nodding uncertainly, Yoyin gave a halfhearted consent.

Giving his client what she asked for, he scooped her up, threw her long body over his shoulder, and stomped into the bedroom, caveman-style. He dumped her on top of the bed, climbed on top of her, and scowled down.

Looking nervous, Yoyin scrambled into an upright position. Brick grabbed her long ponytail, wrapped it around his hand and yanked it harshly. “Lay your ass down!” Yoyin gasped in shock. “You bitches don’t never want nobody to treat y’all right,” he growled, breathing in angry bursts of air.

Yoyin’s eyes became wide with fear. “Hey, this is supposed to be a game. Don’t you think you’re taking it a bit too seriously?”

“You think this is a game? You think I’m a joke?”

With a look of terror etched across her face, Yoyin shot a glance over at the bedside telephone. “I think you should leave.” Her voice was shaky.

Brick snorted. “Put me out, bitch!” He looked her up and down with scorn. “You think you a stunna, with your bling and all those charms and shit hanging off your pussy.” He gave a scornful chuckle and easily wrestled her down, pinning her into a prone position. “Open your fuckin’ legs before I rip ’em off at the hips.” Brick was sick of bitches not letting him love them in a tender way. First Misty, and now this bitch, Yoyin, coming at him with sick desires.

Yoyin reluctantly separated her legs, but sputtered a protest. “This is rape. You can’t get away with this.”

His earlier adoration for Yoyin was now replaced with hatred, and Brick couldn’t care less about breaking the law. “Fuck you!” he barked. He gripped his dick, aligned the head with Yoyin’s satiny opening. She was surprisingly moist. Brick felt an amazing sensation as his flesh made contact with the metal rings of desire while making his brutal entry. He groaned his appreciation and drove himself in deeper. Yoyin gave a low moan of pleasure and pivoted her hips and lifted her legs, offering herself for deeper penetration.

Brick halted his thrust and rubbed his thumb circularly against Yoyin’s horizontal clit ring. Her lips parted, she writhed delightedly. “You like that?” Brick asked gruffly.

She nodded and whimpered a response. Brick tugged on her clit ring. Yoyin winced from the intense flash of pain. “That hurt?” he asked in a husky voice. She moaned and nodded enthusiastically, thrusting forward, her body begging for increased pain.

He jerked the clit ring, and slowly pushed in a little more of his thickness, giving Yoyin measured increments of his penile pleasure.

Writhing with desire, she drew her legs up higher as she moaned loudly. “Don’t toy with me,” she shouted as she wantonly rotated her pelvis. “Molest me. Fuck me like the beast that you are!”

Beast!
Stunned at being called out of his name, Brick ceased movement. He wanted to cry,
“I’m not a beast.”
He wanted to howl in wounded protest. But the pretty exotic woman was right. He was a monster with one attribute—an oversized dick. He was Misty’s trained circus act, and he could be procured by anyone with a palate for freakish pleasure.

Fueled by blinding rage toward Misty, Brick violently shoved his dick in to the hilt. Thrusting in and out harshly, he accidentally ripped off one of the pussy trinkets, tearing flesh. “Ahh!” Yoyin screamed, and tried to pull away, but Brick held her firmly in place, fulfilling his commitment to molest and violate. His engorged penis, behaving as a flesh-covered, wrecking device, drove in and out with Herculean speed and power, viciously plundering Yoyin’s soft, feminine chamber.

Rage sharpened his senses; he felt warm blood dampening his warring appendage. Drooling and panting like something inhuman, he mercilessly plunged until he felt his angry knob press against the pillowed flesh of her swelling G-spot. Yoyin shivered. She cried out, her voice high-pitched and strident, a distinct sound of passion.

Clutching, pussy spasms tightened around Brick’s hard male loins. As he surrendered his semen, he released a groan that progressed to a roar. The sound was guttural, and disturbingly animalistic.

Gasping in post-orgasmic breaths, he collapsed upon Yoyin. She wriggled beneath him, also panting for breath. “That was fucking fantastic,” she exclaimed.

Fantastic!
Had he heard her right? He’d just killed the pussy and she was singing his praises.

“You’re smothering me,” she said and then nudged Brick’s shoulder. He rolled off her and sat up. Two coochie rings, spotted with droplets of blood, lay atop the bed coverlet. He winced at the sight of the dislodged body jewelry.

“I’m sorry about that.” Brick felt sincerely ashamed. But survival instincts overpowered his sympathy.
Suppose she decides to call the cops?
He looked around and located his clothes, prepared to dress quickly and make a run for it if a blinding rage replaced Yoyin’s state of bliss.

Yoyin, surprisingly calm, snatched a tissue from the box on the nightstand and dabbed at the injured area. “It’s happened before.” She scrunched up her lips and shrugged. “Be a dear…gather your things and go. The next time I feel dark urges, I’ll make sure to give your agent a call.”

His services rendered, Brick, dismissed without so much as an offer to use the bathroom, made his way to the elevator and down to the hotel bar. As expected, Misty was nowhere in sight. Instead of irritation, Brick felt relief, and rushed inside the men’s room. He grabbed several sheets of paper towels, wet them and pumped on liquid soap. Alone in a stall, he scrutinized his dick. He’d lost it in the hotel with Yoyin. Brick shook his head. Whether she’d asked for it or not, violence toward women wasn’t cool and he was shocked that he’d gotten so caught up in it.
Never again
, he told himself as he held his war-weary member and washed away the smell of exotic pussy. Frowning down at the flaccid flesh, he wiped off hardened streaks of blood.

Along with the paper towels, Brick tossed the two unused condoms. What Misty didn’t know surely wouldn’t hurt her. Feeling somewhat renewed, he left the restroom and sauntered up to the bar. “Two brews,” he told the bartender. “I’m not particular. Give me whatever you got on tap.” He settled into his seat, prepared for an extremely long wait.

By the time Misty rushed inside the bar, Brick was on his fifth brew and feeling nice. He paid his tab and rose unsteadily from the bar stool.

“I hope you’re not drunk.”

“I’m cool.”

“Are you sure?” Misty handed him a shiny bag. “I had to go buy another damn Betty Boop apron.”

“Why?”

“I’ll explain in a minute,” she said in a conspiratorial voice, cutting a suspicious eye at the bartender. “You have to go back upstairs. I’ll walk with you to the elevator.”

Brick’s stomach sank. “I can’t go back up there. That bitch was weird. She told me to get rough with her, and then after I did what she wanted, she started threatening to press charges against me.” He swallowed nervously.

“I’m not talking about her. Fuck that talking-with-an-accent slut. She doesn’t even live in this country. She’s from somewhere in Europe. What the fuck I care about a bitch that can’t be a repeat customer? Bitch better not press any damn charges. She paid for you to get rough and I have her email as proof. I’m talking about another customer. Luckily, I had my laptop with me in the whip. I checked my emails and I was able to pull together a quick rendezvous. I talked the freak into checking into a room right here in this hotel.” Misty bobbed her head happily. “Your next client is a dude. He liked the
Domesticated Bitch
picture.”

“I’m tired, Misty. I’m not feelin’ up to it.” There was a pleading tone in Brick’s voice.

Exasperated, Misty raked her fingers through her hair. “Are you trying to stress me out?”

“No, but—”

“But, nothing. Don’t start your shit with me,” she warned. “There’s a customer upstairs waiting for you; he already paid.” Misty jabbed the elevator button. “He’s in room 726. When you walk in his suite, don’t even talk. Just give him the bag with the apron. He wants to wear it. All you have to do is pull your pants down and let him spread cream cheese on your jawn. That’s it.”

“What?” A look of revulsion covered Brick’s face.

Misty sighed. “The freak said he likes cheese sausage. He wants some cheese on your meat before he goes down on it.” Misty shrugged. “Hey, it’s easy money. You’ll be in and out of there in twenty minutes or less.” She scowled in thought. “That Betty Boop shit is such a success. In the future, we’re gonna have to travel with a couple of those jawns on hand. I’ll be damned if I’m going keep buying the bitches.”

The elevator doors opened. Misty gave Brick a pat on his ass. “Go get ’im, boo. Oh, yeah—one more thing…he wants you to turn him over on your lap and smack his ass with a frying pan a couple of times before you let him taste that cheese sausage.”

Brick stepped forward, preventing the elevator doors from closing. “I’m not into that spanking shit and you know it. That bitch, Yoyin, made me work her over. I ain’t got no more violence left in me.”

Unsympathetic, Misty rolled her eyes at Brick. “In this business, you do what you gotta do. At least he brought his own frying pan. That helps, doesn’t it?”

Brick stood motionless for a few moments. Defeated, he stepped backward inside the elevator.

Satisfied, Misty gave him an approving smile. “Make sure he develops a strong appetite for your meat. We need as many return customers as we can get.” Just before the doors closed, Misty yelled, “Don’t forget to grab the apron before you bounce!”