Nude Awakening II (14 page)

“This me. What's up?”

“Hey. I need your help.”

“What is it?”

“That fool D-Hot had one of his groupie hoes cut all my tires, and now I'm stranded.”

“Where you at?”

“On South Beach. About a block away from the Marlin Hotel. Can you help me out?”

“Yeah um,” he said, looking at his watch, “I'll be there in thirty minutes.”

“Where you coming from?”

“Coconut Grove.”

“Okay. Just gimme a call back when you get on Washington Avenue. I'll be standing by my car.”

Trevon ended the call just as Jurnee returned from the back. As he explained what was going on, Tahkiyah used the opening to make her exit as well. At the front door he assured Jurnee that their date was still set for tonight.

***

Telling lies was not a trait that Tahkiyah held close relations with. She hid her disappointment over LaToria's absence until she was back inside her car. She was back on the phone with the private investigator.

“She's gone!” she said, irritated. “I just left her house, but—”

“Slow down, okay. Where is she?”

“If I knew that I wouldn't be calling you!”

“Okay, what can I do?”

Tahkiyah was driving behind Trevon's Jag toward the exit. “I need you to get some details on someone. You have a pen?”

“Yep. Go ahead with what you got.”

Tahkiyah sat up against the steering wheel, reading off the tag on Trevon's XJL. “All I have is his first name, and it's Trevon.” She then went on to explain how Trevon was living with LaToria before she left.

“Okay, I remember seeing that Jag in the driveway, but I didn't know who drove it,” the private investigator told her.

“How soon can you get something back to me?” she asked.

“Soon. I'll just reach my contact with the DMV and go from there.”

“Please do that because I came too close to let go of this.”

***

It was six minutes to 3 pm when Swagga rolled off of a groupie he had met last week. He had fallen at first sight of her coke bottle figure. Like all the rest, she would remain a mere addition to the number of women he fucked just for the thrill. Reaching for his boxers, he stared at her ebony sweat coated ass as she strolled naked to the bathroom. From the waist down, she reminded him of the urban model Cubana Lust.

Leaving her in his bedroom, he strolled down to the first floor to get a drink.

Rick was chilling in the living room with three other guards watching a Kevin Hart DVD on the wall mounted plasma TV. Seeing Swagga coming down the stairs, he got up and met him halfway. Rick smelled the scent of sex, weed, and liquor on Swagga from an arm's distance.

“You look like shit,” Rick said as Swagga nearly tripped over his untied retro hi-top John Varvatos Converse shoes.

“No I don't.” Swagga grinned. “I look like money.”

“I got some news for you,” Rick said.

“Whut up?'

“Martellus is back up in Denver, and ole girl, Kandi is too.” Rick followed Swagga into the kitchen.

“I knew that bitch was on some bullshit.”

“Yeah, but my main concern was Martellus.”

“Fuck 'em both!” Swagga said as he opened one of the stainless steel doors on the refrigerator.

“I need to run something by you before you go back up.”

“I'm listenin',” Swagga said as he reached for a bottle of Crown Royal Extra Rare.

“There was a little drama down in Miami at the Amatory office.”

Swagga's mind clicked when he heard the mentioning of Amatory Erotic Films. He assumed it was something dealing with Kandi. “What kind of drama?”

“Trevon had some beef with D-Hot.”

“And how you find that out?”

“Fritz was there. He's doing his surveillance, remember?”

Swagga nodded, closing the refrigerator with his elbow. “So what's that ‘pose to mean to me?”

Rick didn't expect Swagga to see how things could be manipulated, so he pointed it out. “We can put Fritz to work early and turn that shit between D-Hot and Trevon into some major beef. Nigga can be dead this week.”

Swagga shrugged. “Make it happen an' make sure he suffer.”

CHAPTER

Fifteen

I'm Listening. She's Watching

Did you fuck Brooke Vee?” Jurnee asked Trevon the moment he strolled through the front door. It was twenty minutes to 6 pm.

“No. I didn't fuck Brooke Vee,” he answered truthfully.

Jurnee kissed him on the cheek. “Good because that means you'll have more stamina with me after our date.”

“Yo, what if I did?”

“I would just hope you used a condom,” she said, being straight forward.

Trevon laid his hands on her waist and then kissed her forehead. “I'ma always keep it real with you.”

Jurnee circled her arms around his neck. “I need to tell you something.”

“Speak your mind.”

“I called Kandi the other day,” she told him. “I just wanted to see what was up, but I lost my temper and told her about us. I didn't mean to start—”

“Listen Jurnee,” he said, showing no anger. “Fuck her, okay? Whatever you told her don't matter. I'm done lookin' for love. And since you waited ‘til now to tell me. I'ma punish this ass tonight.”

Jurnee jumped on him, crossing her ankles around his back.

“Whoa girl!” He laughed, carrying her weight with little effort.

“Am I heavy?” She giggled as he carried her to his bedroom.

“A little bit,” he lied.

Jurnee gasped. “You hurt my feelings, papi,” she said, rubbing his baldhead.

“Well, do something about it,” he said, kicking his bedroom door open.

Jurnee looked over her shoulder at the bed. “What are we doing in here, papi?”

Dropping her on the bed, he looked around the room. “I wanted you to help me get all of LaToria's shit up outta here.”

Jurnee tugged her shirt down, thinking of how quickly things had changed since she arrived. “You sure about this?” she asked.

“Yeah. Let's start now, and then we can shower and get ready for our date.”

***

Fritz was a man of trained patience when it related to his trade. Back at the apartment, he was alone tonight, preparing his tools. While sitting on a padded milk crate by his bed, he picked up a Bushmaster AR-15 fitted with a 12x50 riflescope. He had cleaned it twice, taking it apart down to the firing pin. Two 30-round clips loaded with brass 5.56 millimeter rounds were laid to his left near the head of the bed. On a bad day Fritz could knock a target down center mass at a distance of 500 yards with the AR-15. With the assault rifle fitted with a silencer, it made Fritz a dealer of death at a distance. Lying to his right was a Mossberg blue barrel 12 gauge pistol grip pump. Fritz favored the Mossberg when he needed to get his point across in close quarters. On a job down in Belize three years back, he had kicked in a door and took down two drug dealers with a pump. Coming in fast and loud, shooting first was his markings.

Sitting on the bed with his tools was a small GPS tracking system monitor. With it, he knew when and where his target was moving in his vehicle. If the chance were given tonight, Fritz would make his move without a hint of hesitation. He had gotten the message from Rick about making the target suffer. To Fritz, that was just an added bonus with no extra fee.

***

It was five minutes to 8 pm when Trevon stepped out of the shower.

“Good news and bad news,” Jurnee said, leaning against the sink. She bit her bottom lip at the sight of his wet, naked body. His hairless crotch and the way his wide upper body tapered to the V at his waist looked so erotic.

“Gimme the bad first.” He reached for the towel to dry off as Jurnee shamelessly kept her eyes below his muscular stomach.

“I just got off the phone with Janelle.”

“Damn, I don't want no bad news from her,” he said, drying his arms off.

Jurnee's pussy twitched at the sight of his dick swinging between his legs.

“My face is up here,” Trevon teased.

“Umm, we can't go out tonight,” she said, snatching the towel from him.

“Why not?”

Jurnee started to dry him off as he waited for her to explain what was up. “She wants you to go on this live radio show tonight.”

“What for?”

“Exposure, papi. You're a porn star, and you have a brand to build. If you want to shine you gotta stay on your grind.”

“What kind of radio show is it?” he asked as she toweled off his chest and stomach.

“It's a late night sex talk show called
Climaxx
hosted by this dude from Queens, New York. Last week he had Tahiry Jose up there talking about her sexual fantasies and stuff. Turn around.”

“And I have to go tonight?”

“It's business, papi. You wanna boost your DVD sales you gotta stay in the public. I think it's an excellent idea. Mmm, I love your sexy build.”

“So no date tonight?”

“Nope. We have to be at the studio in Coral Gables by 10:30. The show starts at midnight.”

“Ain't never been on—”

“I know, papi,” she said, caressing his ass with her bare hand. “I'm your manager now, and I'll walk you through the process. Just relax. Be yourself, and it will all be okay.”

“Um, I think my ass is dry now,” he said over his shoulder.

“Be quiet,” she purred, reaching around his waist. “I know what I'm doing.”

Trevon felt her breasts mash up on his back just as she circled her soft fingers around his dick.

“You like this, papi?” She slowly jacked his meat as it throbbed and grew in her gentle grip.

“You know I do.”

“I still want you in my ass tonight. I can't wait for it.” She stroked him from the flared tip to his thick base that she couldn't circle her fingers around entirely. Just the thought of her ass being stretched by him had her clitoris bulging under her panties.

Wanting him to save all his vigor for later, she unwillingly released his dick to prepare for the radio talk show.

Jurnee switched into her business mode as she coached Trevon on a few pointers related to doing interviews.

“If they ask you something stupid, let me handle it. You
do not
”—she emphasized—“want to lose your cool and make a fool of yourself. If you do, this will be your first and last interview. And remember, you represent Amatory Erotic Films.”

Following Jurnee's advice, Trevon later stepped outside sporting an all-black Armani suit. By habit, his head tilted up toward the dark star-lit sky. Moments such as now meant a lot to him. While in prison, he was always forced to go inside before nightfall. For fifteen years he was never able to view the moon and stars in its true form. Seeing it from behind his Plexiglas cell window was not a joy to remember.

He turned back toward the house when he heard Jurnee's Jimmy Choo stiletto sandals clacking on the tiles.

“You look yummy,” she said, standing in the doorway putting her earrings on. She squeezed her tantalizing frame into a mango-red Ms. Kat catsuit that accentuated her curves.

“Thanks,” he said as a soft surge of wind rustled the pencil thin palmetto trees in the front yard.

As Jurnee locked the door and turned the alarm on, Trevon asked if it would be okay to ride in her sleek SLS. Keeping his still, somewhat paranoid feelings of being followed to himself, he got her to say yes with no suspicion on her part.

When the gullwing doors lowered in place, Trevon glanced over at Jurnee in the passenger seat. “You ready?”

She nodded with a high gloss shine on her succulent lips. “Let's make history, papi.”

***

LaToria had gotten the mass e-mail from Janelle's personal receptionist about Trevon's radio interview an hour before the show started. Dealing with conflicting emotions, she ended up getting away from Martellus by taking a bubble bath. Behind the closed door, she carefully eased into the soothing hot strawberry water with a touch screen tablet. She couldn't pass up the opportunity to hear Trevon's voice.

***

“Me say . . . yahhhhh! Dis yo' boy Grime comin' live fo' another night of the realest talk show swingin'. You're tuned in with me, Grime. Me say . . . yahhhh and my sexy co-host Chanel! Dis is the
Climaxx Late Night Talk Show,
and tonight is fo' my ladies. Wit' me in the studio, I have a special guest that I'll let Chanel introduce.”

“Hey y'all. This your diva Chanel, and I wanna welcome everybody to another night of
Climaxx
. In the studio we have Trevon, who's an adult film star, and yes I posted a link to his video on our site. Tonight we're gonna interview Trevon and find out what it's like to be a porn star.”

“Oh, for the fellas,” Grime jumped in. “I'ma Instagram a picture of his fine ass manager, former adult star, Honey Drop. Me say . . . yahhh!”

Trevon was seated in the small studio wearing a pair of headphones, forcing himself to relax. Jurnee was seated to his left on a small leather sofa near the door. The studio was dimly lit with most of the lights coming from the switchboard that Chanel and Grime sat behind. Trevon sat facing them with a thick padded boom mic a few inches from his face.

“So what's happening with you?” Chanel asked, starting the interview off.

“I'm good,” Trevon began. “Just taking it day by day and enjoying my freedom and the job I have.”

“That's how you view doing porn—a job?” Chanel asked.

“Shit. I get paid for it.” He laughed. “But seriously, it's a job because at AEF that's how it's run. Do I enjoy it? Hell yeah!”

“I watched your debut film on my phone, and whew. You got it going on!”

“Thanks. And thank you for your support too.”

“You're more than welcomed. Okay, give our listeners a brief bio about yourself and speak up a lil' bit, baby.”

“Uh-oh!” Grime said into the mic. “Bruh, she called you baby, so she might try to toss that big booty on you. Me say . . . yahhhhhh!”

“Grime, hush!” Chanel playfully shoved her co-host, and then gestured for Trevon to speak.

“Well uh, I was born in Miami back in ‘79 on July 25.”

“Ladies, this man does not look like he's thirty-three,” Chanel said, staring at Trevon with a sultry pout.

“I um, did some time in prison, which isn't a secret. All you gotta do is Google it. Ah, I just got out of prison last year, and I was given a chance to do adult films by Janelle Babin.”

“Was the film with you and adult film star, Kandi, your first time having sex in fifteen years?”

“Yes, it was.”

“Do you have any kids?”

“Nah.”

“Okay. In your films, do you have any control over what kind of sexual acts you do?”

“At AEF Janelle will not force anyone to do anything they're not at ease with. Speaking for myself, but not downing the bisexual males in porn. I'll never take that path.”

“Can you see yourself still doing porn . . . say, five years from now?”

“It's possible.”

“Ah, let's say if you were to have a sex tape leak out with someone famous, who would it be?”

“Hmmm. I think it would be Maliah Michel. It's just something about her sexy ass that gets me going.”

“You heard it here first y'all. Mr. Trevon Harrison has a thang for, Maliah Michel. Now, let's open up the phone lines and take a live caller. Is that okay with you, Trevon?” Chanel asked as Grime signaled that a caller was on hold.

“Yeah. I'm good with that,” Trevon replied.

“Okay. Our caller is, Nashlly from Fort Lauderdale. What question do you have for our guest tonight?”

“Yeah um, I wanna know what the deal is on the whole issue with Kandi stepping out on you? Also, is it true that she's pregnant by you?”

Trevon cleared his throat. “First off, it's personal, but I'll address it since it's all over the web. As you all know, I um, did my debut adult film with Kandi. She also became the first woman I had sex with in fifteen years.”

“So she had you pussy whipped?”

“I won't put it like that,” Trevon said as Jurnee gestured for him to end the call.

“So how would you put it then?”

“Nothing in life is perfect,” Trevon went on after mouthing to Jurnee that he could handle the call. “Yes, I had feelings for Kandi, and it was beyond just sex. Maybe I rushed it or maybe I wasn't ready for a relationship.”

“So, did you get her pregnant when y'all did that film?”

“No. All Amatory Films are strictly safe sex, and if you were a true fan of AEF then you would know that. What happened between Kandi and I was personal, and I don't regret one moment spent with her.”