“A mule. Umph. That’s a risky business. I can put you down with something more profitable with zero risks.”
Dane picked up the blunt from the ashtray and fired it up. “Is that right?”
Caressing the abundant hair on his arms, Misty told him about her one-man prostitution operation, leaving out numerous significant details and promising him a hefty salary if he stayed put in Philly.
CHAPTER 12
Misty reluctantly dropped Dane off at Monroe’s house. They exchanged cell numbers. After a lingering kiss, Dane tore his sexy lips away, promising to return in a week—bags packed, ready to move in with Misty. And Brick. Problem was, Dane didn’t know about Brick. Not yet.
If she’d had it her way, he’d be setting up housekeeping with her and Brick tonight. Convincing Brick that adding another dick to the mix made good business sense would not be easy. Though he’d allowed her to have sex with Shane, she was going to have to put forth some extra effort when she sweet-talked him into accepting Dane—a total stranger—into their bedroom. She had seven days to work on Brick. Getting Dane to accept the arrangement was a different story, but she’d cross that bridge later.
Right now, her primary concern was figuring out a way to make peace with her mother. Thomasina would not easily forgive being left stranded at her line-dancing class. She didn’t want her mother to stop speaking to her. At least, not right now. Misty was ready to implement her new money-making idea, and she’d need her mother’s cooperation and good credit rating to set up her internet business.
Driving and listening to the radio, she heard a newsflash that could work to her advantage. Instead of driving home, she detoured to her mother’s house. She pressed the doorbell urgently. Thomasina opened the door wearing a bathrobe, her short hair in miniature, plastic rollers.
Misty gushed, “Thank God, you made it home okay. I was so worried about you.”
Thomasina glared at her daughter. “I should slam this door right in your face.”
Misty looked wounded. “Mom, I didn’t leave you stranded deliberately. Didn’t you hear the news? Somebody shot a cop and they shut down half the city. I was stuck up there for hours.”
“I heard the news,” her mother spat. “That cop got shot up in West Oak Lane. You weren’t anywhere near there.”
“Yes, I was,” Misty said with a nod. “Unfortunately,” she added in a somber tone. “While I was out killing time, I decided to shoot by this spot on Olney Avenue to pick up some jerk chicken for Brick.”
“You’re such a liar. I called Brick and he said he hadn’t heard from you.”
“Mom, why do you always think I’m lying? I was gonna surprise Brick. I couldn’t call him because my cell needed charging and I left the car charger at home.”
“Umph. You have an answer for everything.” Her mother wagged a finger. “Let me tell you something, Misty. One of these days all your lying and conniving is going to catch up with you. Mark my words! You can’t flim-flam your way through life without paying a cost.”
Misty sighed. “I’m not lying!”
“Yeah, right.” Thomasina rolled her eyes. “You owe me cab fare.”
“I’m really sorry, Mom.” Misty gave her mother fifty dollars.
With lips scrunched in disapproval, Thomasina folded the money and stuck it in the pocket of her robe. Misty gave her mother a quick kiss on the cheek and turned to leave.
“You still owe me a shopping trip,” her mother yelled at her back as Misty hopped inside her X5.
Snap! Misty took a nude picture of Brick for the new sex site. He was standing with his legs spaced apart, his dick so rigid it resembled a pole of steel.
“Okay, put your arms up and put your hands on the back of your head,” she directed.
“What for? I’m not playing, Misty. You better block out my mug before you post this on the website,” Brick grumbled as he laced his fingers behind his head and struck another pose.
Snap! “You don’t have to tell me. I know what I’m doing! Along with your dick, I’m trying to showcase the muscles in your arms and your broad chest.” She sucked her teeth. Brick didn’t have to remind her to crop out his face. She wouldn’t get any pay-per-click customers if she revealed his sliced-up face.
“Aiight, turn around and let me take a picture of your ass.”
“Man, why you gotta be taking pictures of my ass?” Brick turned around reluctantly, his hands shielding his buttocks.
“Move your hands, Brick! Niggas like looking at a hard, manly ass.”
“Those tricks better be satisfied with just looking at a picture of my jawn, ’cause I’m not letting nobody put their eyeballs on my ass while I’m working.”
“I know! Damn, Brick, why you gotta act so difficult all the time?”
“Because, man! I’m not with this!” he bellowed.
Disgusted, Misty flopped down on the sofa. “Fuck it, then! I’m not gonna keep listening to you bitch and complain!” She slammed the camera on the coffee table. “Fuck it, aiight? We won’t eat! I’ll tell my mom to turn the wheels in to the dealership tomorrow because we can’t afford it. And the rental office can take back the keys to our fly crib. Fuck it, aiight! My brain needs a break from figuring out ways to keep the rent paid up-to-date.” Misty’s chest heaved angrily. “I don’t need this shit. I can take my ass back to my mom’s house.” Her eyes shot daggers at Brick. “I know one thing—I won’t be at my mom’s for long. You know, niggas is on me. All I have to do is step outside and there’ll be hard-ballers lining up, grateful for the opportunity to take care of me.”
Brick looked distraught. “I know, Misty, baby. I know you stuck it out with me because you felt sorry over what happened with Frankie.”
“That’s true,” she agreed. “But, it’s not just about what Frankie did to you.”
She paused. “I got feelings for you. Why you think I’ve been taking care of you for so long?”
“I’m sorry, Misty,” Brick blurted.
“It’s too late for sorry. I already turned my feelings off.”
He nodded solemnly. “Please don’t turn your feelings for me off.”
“Humph! You don’t appreciate nothing. I can’t understand why you’re so ungrateful?” she questioned, her lips curled spitefully.
Brick shrugged. “I don’t know,” he muttered and cast his eyes downward.
“I don’t know,” she mimicked, her face twisted in an angry mask. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Your dumb ass doesn’t know shit. You’re gonna end up homeless, living in a shelter somewhere with a bunch of broke-behind men. How you gonna get high, living in the shelter? And don’t even think about ordering take-out. They don’t deliver pizzas and shit to no shelters.” Misty looked up in exaggerated thought. “Oh, I know what you could do,” she exclaimed, with a smirk. “You can charge some poor homeless man five dollars to suck your dick. You won’t be smoking and choking on green buds in that homeless shelter. Hell no. A nickel bag of dirt is all you’ll be able to cop when you don’t have me around to keep shit afloat.”
“Misty,” Brick whispered, his voice croaked in anguish.
“Fuck you, you ungrateful bitch!” She smacked an ashtray off the coffee table. Marijuana butts bounced and thumped, ashes swirled and fell; the dark dust blighting the shiny, hardwood floor.
Brick rushed to her side. He rubbed her denim-covered thigh. “I’m sorry, Misty, baby. For real. I’m sorry, aiight?”
Wordlessly seething, Misty shook her head and screwed up her lips.
“You know how I am.” Brick chuckled. “I was talking shit. I didn’t mean a word I was saying.”
Refusing to allow Brick to thaw out her icy exterior, Misty turned up the corner of her lip.
“I’ll pose for you, Misty,” he pleaded. “Pick up the camera. Don’t you want to post some pictures of my jawn on your website?”
Misty cut an eye at Brick’s flaccid appendage. “Your shit is limp.”
“Give me a minute,” Brick said, stroking h
is meat, trying to make it rise. He knew better than to ask Misty for help. He knew she was too angry to let him eat her pussy or penetrate his ear with dirty sex-talk.
Looking disgustedly at his lifeless phallus, she stood up. “You just slowed everything down. I hope you’re satisfied. Damn!”
“Baby, I said I’m sorry. I’m gonna get it back up.” Brick stroked his penis, but it wouldn’t respond.
Misty sighed. “My head hurts. I have to lie down.” She swirled around and Brick grabbed her wrist.
“Just touch it, Misty,” he pleaded. “You know my dick obeys you.”
She gave a huge sigh, sat next to him and unenthusiastically brushed her hand against his flesh. Magically, his dick stood up. Misty turned up the side of her lip, as she removed her hand. “You could at least say thank you. Dang!”
“Thank you, baby,” Brick responded quickly, his own hand taking over the job of moving up and down his burgeoning erection.
“Oh! I forgot to tell you…I gotta new man. His name is Dane. He’s handsome and he fucks way better than you can,” she said spitefully.
He scrunched up his lips in what appeared to be a mixture of agony and ecstasy. “Damn, Misty. That shit you just said hurts me to my heart.”
Misty scowled and got close to Brick’s face. “So! I don’t give a shit, you ungrateful slut.”
“Baby, why you gotta call me vulgar names?”
“Ain’t nothing new about that. You trippin’. I always call you vulgar names. You love it.”
“Sometimes,” he said pitifully.
Brick’s hurt feelings were causing his dick to go down, so she flipped the script. “I was so hot for Dane, I wanted to get down on my knees and lick his asshole and his balls.”
“Oh, baby,” Brick moaned, his hand working fast.
“But he wouldn’t let me. He just wanted to get his dick sucked. I sucked it the same way I sucked Shane’s. You saw me give Shane head plenty of times, so you know how I get down.”
“Ahhh!” Brick groaned, his hand moving up and down, jerking off his dick with rapid speed. “Ooo, I love the way you work me, girl.”
“The next time I get with Dane, I’m gonna let him fuck me up my ass. He’s so pretty, I think he deserves a piece of ass. Whatchu think, Brick?”
Brick trembled. He was hunched over, sweating, and breathing hard, while palming his dick. “Yeah, he deserves it, Misty. Aw, shit. My jawn’s on fire.” His hand strokes were swift and audible. “Don’t ever leave, baby. You gotta stay with me. I need you to take care of me. You the only woman who knows how to treat me.”
Misty checked out Brick’s erection and noted that his penis had grown monstrously large. “That’s enough, Brick.” She slapped his moving hand. “Stop!”
“Why?”
“I don’t want you to cum. Not yet.”
Helplessly aroused, Brick reluctantly released his mammoth appendage.
“Don’t touch your dick.” Misty reached for the camera. “My nigga, Dane has big, juicy lips, just like Shane. I love that mufucka and you’re gonna respect our relationship the same way you respected me and Shane.”
Brick nodded dumbly. “Yo, Misty, is you for real? This shit we talking is just a fantasy, right?”
Misty rolled her eyes. “Come on, Brick,” she barked. “Just play along. If you start asking questions, your dick is gonna get soft.”
“Okay, I’m sorry. I’ll give dude the utmost respect.” The hand he’d used to pleasure his dick inched toward his pulsing member. He wanted to give his firm flesh a tight squeeze, but Misty wouldn’t allow him to touch himself.
“I didn’t use a condom with Dane,” she whispered maliciously. “We’re in love, so I let him hit it raw. He filled my coochie up with his cum.”
Brick moaned, aroused to the point of agony. “You fucking with my head, Misty. I’m ready to bust.” Overly aroused, Brick’s breathing was harsh and labored. His dick quivered, pre-cum dribbled out of the small opening in the center of the head.
Misty aimed the camera. “Don’t cum. Mufucka. Let me get a picture of that shit.”
“Hurry up, Misty. I can’t hold it.”
Click! She took a picture of his dick, bubbling out pre-cum. And a second later, she captured several images of his dick spurting out his seed.
She patted Brick on the top of his head. “I have an idea, Brick. Let’s test your ability to re-up your semen stash.”
Still in the throes of post-orgasmic shudders, Brick sat on the sofa, bent over and groaning as he nodded in agreement.
CHAPTER 13
Misty peeled off her jeans and stood in front of Brick. She rubbed the crotch of her gold, lace-trimmed panties. “I got something for you. Come over here and smell it.”
Playing his role in the fantasy that he enjoyed, Brick pressed his face between her legs and took a deep whiff. Shocked by the strong and unmistakable scent of male ejaculation, Brick yanked his head up in bewilderment. Misty smiled and pulled her panties to the side. “That nigga has some strong cum, right?”
Confusion creased Brick’s face as he assumed a kneeled position. Misty beamed proudly as she presented Brick with her cum-soaked pussy. “Get it, boo. Go ahead and taste it.” Following her order, he slipped his tongue between her coochie lips.
“Is it good?” she whispered and caressed the side of his face.
She smelled musky; her taste was a mixture of sweet and sour—the way she’d tasted after making love with Shane.
“Is it good, nigga?”
He nodded and excitedly performed cunnilingus, uncertain if he was role-playing or really ingesting semen. Playing the game was a huge turn-on. It gave him permission to lose control and moan with wild abandon while fervently sucking another man’s seed out of Misty’s coochie.
She cried out with unabashed abandon, panting, gasping for breath. Undulating, as ripples of white lava overflowed, she smeared female ejaculation on Brick’s face. When she finally caught her breath, she appreciatively noted the thick sheen that covered Brick’s cheeks, lips, and the tip of his nose.
“Damn, boo. You look good like that,” she said warmly. “You got sperm and pussy juice smeared all around your mouth.”
Reflexively, Brick raised his hand toward his mouth.
“No, don’t wipe it off. It looks good, boo. That’s a money shot!”
He put his hand back down. Misty picked up the camera. “Get sexy for me—lick your lips, Brick.”
Helpless to defy her wishes, Brick’s reluctant tongue swept across his lips.
Envisioning dollar signs, Misty snapped the picture. “Ooo, that’s hot! Yeah, that’s good money right there, baby. I’m gonna put a caption under that flick. It’s gonna say, Cum-sucking, Pussy-Eating Lips! Tricks are gonna love that shot.”
Brick’s eyes welled with tears.
“Are you about to cry?” Incredulous, Misty stared at Brick.
“Hell, no!” His facial muscles twitched, but he managed to contort his features into a fierce scowl.
“Don’t worry, boo. I’m not gonna expose you. I’m gonna crop out your eyes.”
“What about my scar? How you gonna get that out of the picture?” His voice cracked. “I don’t wanna risk getting recognized, having niggas think I suck cum.”
“Damn, Brick. Pull yourself together.”
“I’m trying. But, you got me confused. I’m all fucked up.” Though he hated giving in, unable to fight the tears, he allowed them to fall.
She sighed. “Listen, Brick. You don’t have to worry about being recognized by anyone who knows you. Only freaks who dabble in twisted sex visit my site. I think the scar gives the picture more sex appeal. I mean, think about it. A hardcore dude with a scar, posing with cum smeared around his mouth. Man, that’s good money and I’m about my paper. We gotta show the scar. You feel me?”
Head bowed, Brick uttered a consenting sound.
“Are you ashamed of your scar?” Her tone was soft and sympathetic. Her fingers traveled to his face,
traced the scar tenderly.
“Yeah, I’m real ashamed of it, Misty,” Brick admitted, anguish cracking his voice.
Misty tried to wrap her arms around his huge body, but her arms weren’t long enough. She gave up and pulled his head down; let it rest on her lap. His large head and broad shoulders felt extremely heavy on her lap, but she endured his weight. She caressed the jagged scar. “You feel insecure and inferior, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“And getting down with men makes you feel like you might be a homo, right?”
“Right.”
“Well, only me and you know your secret, Brick. I’ve never told a soul. Not even Shane.”
“I know, Misty, baby.”
“If it makes you feel better, I want you to know that I looked up your case—online.”
“Whatchu mean?” He raised his head.
“I did some research and you’re definitely not a homosexual.” She looked down at him. “Feel better?”
“A little bit.”
“But—” she added and then paused for several moments.
“But, what?” He sat up straight.
Misty sighed. “You’re not gay, but from what I’ve read, you do have tendencies.”
“I ain’t got no gay tendencies,” he yelled and then covered his face in anguish.
“Calm down. It’s not your fault.” She peeled his fingers away, removed his hands from his face. “If Frankie hadn’t done that freak shit to you, you’d be a normal man. But, you’re not and you and I both know it. I need you to stop worrying about it so much. I gotchu, boo. With me, you can explore all your tendencies and never have to worry about being judged. I think I’m giving you a good life. We get paid while you play.” Misty smiled. “Feel better?”
Brick gave her a small, forced smile. “But, I gotta ask you something.” He looked deeply into her eyes.
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