Keeping his jealous eyes downcast, he mumbled, “Oh, that’s whassup. Have a good time. See you tonight.”
Fuck cooking, she’d call a caterer! Hell yeah. She could afford it. She flipped open her laptop, prepared to Google catering services in Philadelphia, but twenty-two unopened emails deserved at least a quick glance. Damn! Juicy had two date requests. One for tonight; the other for tomorrow at six.
How the hell could she get Felice and the trick situated without her whip? Damn.
Irritated by the interruption in her dinner plans, she snatched the phone out of the base. “Hi, Felice. I have two dates for you. One for tonight and one for tomorrow night. The pay is good.” Misty pulled the phone away from her when Felice shrieked with joy.
“Girl, this is right on time. I got fired from my job.”
Whatever! “There’s a slight problem, though. You’re gonna have to get there on your own. Catch a cab or something. I’m not obligated to provide you with transportation, you know,” Misty said, using a snippy tone.
“Are you gonna reimburse me?”
“Hell no! Do you want the gigs or not. I have tons of other girls,” Misty lied.
“Yeah. Where’s he located?”
Misty checked out the information the client provided. “He’s in Cherry Hill.”
“All the way in Jersey!”
“It’s just over the bridge.”
“I’m not taking a cab to Jersey. Fuck it; you can give that gig to somebody who has a car.”
Misty was stumped. She hadn’t expected Felice to show any backbone. “Hmm. Look, give a few minutes to work something out. I’ll call you back.”
Misty called Brick. “Where you at!” she barked into the phone. “I need you to come home right now.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Where are you?”
“Um, I’m on Kelly Drive right now, heading for my next gig.”
“With who? Herb?” Misty felt hopeful. Herb was a regular. Cooperative. She overcharged him on the regular. He was a push-over; a real sucker.
“Nah, I just left Herb. I’m on my way to Dr. Harding’s office.”
Misty’s mind raced. Dr. Harding was an asshole. Obsessive about time. She couldn’t trust Brick to smooth things over with Dr. Kenneth Harding. She’d have to handle it.
“Okay, turn around and come back home. I’ll call doc and tell him you’re gonna be late.” Misty clicked off, gritted her teeth and called Dr. Kenneth Harding’s cell phone.
“Hey, doc, it’s Misty. Listen, Brick’s running behind schedule. He’s going to be a little late.”
“How late?”
“Half-hour. Forty-five minutes,” she said with forced nonchalance.
“This is unacceptable. Totally irresponsible. I’m a busy man,” he ranted. “I paid in advance and I expect appropriate compensation.”
Cheap ass. “Not a problem. Next appointment, you can get the first half-hour free of charge.” You can suck dick on the house, you married pervert!
Muttering as he mulled her proposition over, the doctor snorted, and then begrudgingly agreed.
Punkass! Misty clicked off the line.
Dane snuck up behind her, kissed the back of her neck. Startled, Misty jumped, let out a tiny yelp. “Don’t sneak up on me like that! You scared the shit out of me. How long have you been standing behind me?”
“What’s going on, playa? You doin’ big things?” There was a teasing light in Dane’s eyes.
“Trying, but I think I’m in over my head. I have all this work…” She gestured toward the open laptop. “But not enough workers. I was planning on fixing a romantic dinner for us while Brick was out working, but there’s a change in plans.”
“Whassup?”
“I had to reroute Brick; he’s on his way home with the whip. I have this chick working for me. She has a gig in Cherry Hill, but she doesn’t drive and the dumb bitch refuses to take a cab over the bridge. Isn’t that the dumbest shit you ever heard?” Misty snorted. “I didn’t buy my whip so I could chauffeur a bunch of mufuckas around. After tonight, she better get herself some reliable transportation.”
“I didn’t know you had women working for you?” Dane feigned ignorance.
“I don’t discriminate.”
“Big pimpin’, yo. I’m impressed.”
Misty smile appreciatively, then her expression darkened. “But everything I’ve tried to build could fall apart if I don’t get some extra help.” She whirled around and faced him. “I thought you were going to recruit some of your people for me.”
“I am. I didn’t know the situation was critical. Didn’t you say you wanted to give them some training before they start?”
“Training?” she scoffed. “Standing up and getting your dick slobbered on doesn’t require listening to a long lecture or taking a pop quiz.”
“True.” He chuckled. “But I thought you wanted me to sit down with the young hustlers, tell him how much paper they can make tricking and then, after I get them all hyped and everything, then I kind of ease in the fact that most of the clients are men.”
“Why you gotta go easy on a bunch of thugs? It’s not like they’re too fragile to handle real life. Take my word for it; any dude out there getting his hustle on has had his dick sucked at some point by another man. Female addicts aren’t the only ones trading sex for drugs. You used to hustle on the corner; you know what I’m talking about.”
“Yeah, I was out there grinding, but I never got down with another man.” Dane cringed at the idea.
“Bet you had a whole lot of offers, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, I’m not gon’ lie. But I’m not a homo; I don’t fuck around with men. Never have, never will.”
“This isn’t about you, Dane. I’m just trying to make a point. Why you taking it personal?”
“I guess I’m homophobic,” he said, laughing. “Speaking of homos, whassup with your boy, Brick? He’s a fag?”
“No!”
“Bisexual?”
“Hell, no. Brick don’t do nothing but get his dick sucked. That’s it.”
“So, what was the deal with him trying to get in the bedroom earlier today? Was he trying to join us?”
“Not really.” Misty chose her words carefully. “We have a special situation. Me and Brick are freaks. That’s what keeps us together. He likes to see me getting fucked and I like the idea that he’s looking. Feel me?”
Dane shrugged. “Not really.”
Misty rubbed her hand up and down Dane’s smooth, hairless chest. “It’s like this…Brick understands that it’s all about me and you now. He’s on the sideline. But you have to share sometimes, Dane.”
“Share? Whatchu mean?”
“Let him watch; that’s all.”
Dane ran it through his mind. If having Brick drooling over him serving Misty would get him the password to Misty’s bank account, shit, what the fuck. “Yeah, aiight. But dude better not touch me.”
“Damn, do you think everything is about you? You’re pretty and everything but you don’t look better than I do. Brick ain’t looking at nobody—male or female—except me. I own that nigga. He lives and breathes to please me!”
Half an hour later, Misty proved her point as she drove Brick to Dr. Harding’s office. Dane sat in the passenger’s seat. Brick sat in the back behind Misty.
“Just the thought of all the driving I have to do is making my neck start to cramp up already.”
Without even being asked, Brick leaned forward and began to massage the back of Misty’s neck. His huge hands worked on her neck and shoulders, kneading and massaging until they reached his destination.
“Feel a little better?” he asked, getting out.
“I guess,” she mumbled, sounding dissatisfied.
“I’ll finish tonight, if you want me to.” Brick’s eyes were lowered; embarrassed that Dane was being allowed to witness the nature of his and Misty’s relationship.
“We’ll see. Yo, Dr. Harding is not
a happy camper; dude is talking a bunch of bull because we’re running late. Please stuff his mouth with a big hard-on, so he can shut the fuck up.”
Any other time, Brick would have laughed, but it was embarrassing to have another man privy to his and Misty’s game. Shit, Shane didn’t even know about their private hustle. Brick could feel that he was being forced into a situation that wasn’t working to his benefit. He would be patient for as long as he could, but Misty was putting him in a bad situation. It would be in his best interest if she’d hurry up and get Dane out of her system.
CHAPTER 32
Felice was waiting outside her building when Misty pulled up. Her eyes held a mixture of interest and displeasure as she slid into the backseat, looking Dane up and down.
“Felice, this is my partner, Dane. Dane, Felice,” Misty introduced, her tone crisp.
“You didn’t mention a partner.” Felice’s mouth turned down, pouting.
“Forgot.”
“I don’t feel right discussing my personal business in front of him.”
“Get used to it,” Misty retorted.
“’Sup, Felice?” Dane turned around, gave her a flirty smile that instantly put her in a better mood.
“Oh yeah, I forgot to ask. Do you pay by check or cash?” Felice queried.
“Cash.”
Felice nodded, cut her eyes at Dane as he lit up a Dutch. She found herself focused on the movement of his full, sensuous lips as he pulled on the cigar.
“Here you go, shawty,” he said, turning around, coughing as he offered Felice the Dutch. “That’s good stuff; should calm your nerves,” Dane said in a voice made gravelly from choking on smoke. He cleared his throat. “Being it’s your first job and everything, couple puffs should have you feeling nice.” His voice was silk, spoken in the confident tone of a man who could sling some good dick.
“Thanks.” She puffed deeply, eyes roving from Misty to Dane. Dane and Misty were both hot. Dane was even sexier than the young buck Misty brought to Hades. She wondered if his dick was as long and thick as Monroe’s. Hopefully, she’d find out. Misty was looking straight ahead, focused on driving over the Benjamin Franklin Bridge, but Dane’s flirty eyes and puckered lips hinted that a there was a possibility for a threesome later on.
Misty pulled into the driveway of a lovely Tudor-style home. Misty and Dane sat in the X5 while Felice sashayed up to the front door. Dane kept his eyes glued to Felice’s plump ass. The door opened; Felice turned and waved. Misty honked once and backed out.
“Where to now?” Dane inquired.
“Pick up Brick; take him to his next job. Come back over the bridge, pay Felice and drop her ass off at her spot.”
“I was thinking…”
“What’s that?”
“Let me hold the wheel after Brick’s last job. That way, I can run past some of the corners, run down the game plan and get some recruits.”
Misty sighed heavily. “How long do you think it’ll take?”
“Couple hours. Depends.”
“You know who would be a natural in this line of work?”
“Who? I know you’re not referring to me!”
“Naw, boo. I don’t share my private stash.” She glided her hand across his groin. “I’m talking about your cousin.”
“You better have a female client in mind because Monroe’s not getting it on with a homo. That’s too fucked up. Monroe’s blood. How I look trying to play my little cousin like that?”
“Damn, you ain’t gotta come at my neck. Well, what about his friends? They blood, too?”
“Naw, they ain’t no relation.” Dane thought briefly and nodded. “Yeah, Troy might go for it. I’ll talk to him.”
“Good! There’s money to be made and I need some workers, but that damn Ashy Cashy better invest in some body lotion if you’re thinking about letting him represent. Make sure you get with him about his hygiene, clean drawers, and all that shit.” Misty sucked her teeth. “Ashy Cashy! I’m really scraping the bottom of the barrel now.”
“I’m gon’ talk to Edison, too. I know Edison can handle the women, but he might have a problem with the homo side of things.”
“Who’s Edison?”
“You know Edison. Short, muscular.”
“Oh! Muscle Boy.”
“Damn, you got nicknames for the whole crew. What’s your name for Monroe?”
“Big Johnson.” Misty fell out laughing.
“Why you have to go there? You know I’m still dealing with the way you tried to turn my cousin against me.” Dane frowned and looked out of the window. Suddenly, he yanked his head in Misty’s direction. “So, whatchu trying to say? My cousin’s dick is bigger than mine?”
Misty scrunched up her face, tilted her hand back and forth. “Y’all running neck and neck.”
“See, you trying to make me and my cousin come to blows.” Dane gave a short laugh.
Brick was picked up and transported to his last job of the night. Felice was paid and dropped off at her apartment. Misty watched from the truck while Dane stood on Monroe’s porch, running it down to Monroe and his two homies. Monroe and Muscle Boy wore neutral expressions but from the look of Ashy Cashy’s delighted face, she knew that he could be counted in. I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel.
Suddenly, her spirits lifted. Perverts were known to go for pretty much anything freaky. An ashen penis might be a good money shot. With much enthusiasm, Misty honked on the horn.
Dane held up a finger. Annoyed, she pressed down on the horn. Looking irritated, Dane strolled over, making sure to maintain a leisurely pace. “Whassup?” he asked, when he approached the truck. “I’m over there kicking it with the fellas, trying to convince them that there’s big money to made, and you laying on the horn.”
“If they’re not interested, fuck it. I’m not gon’ sit back and watch you beg those sorry niggas.”
Dane reared back, insulted. “Beg! I’m not begging.”
“Look, it shouldn’t take more than ten minutes for them to decide whether or not they’re interested, so fuck ’em. Go tell Ashy Cashy that I want to have a word with him.”
“Yo, I’m not Brick, so don’t think you’re gonna start giving me orders. Why you trying to be all up in it, anyway? I told you I would handle my end.”
“I have an idea for my side hustle.” Misty softened her tone.
“Side hustle? Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah, my money flows from different sources. I deal with freaky sex flicks on the side.”
Though he knew perfectly well what Misty was talking about, Dane frowned up uncomprehendingly.
“I’ll explain later. Right now, I want to capture Ashy Cashy while he’s good and crusty. Tell him to get his ashy ass over here.”
Dane gave her an evil eye.
“Please,” Misty forced herself to say.
“Yo, you got me trippin’. I thought you said you wanted Troy to use lots of lotion before you present him.”
“Nah. I changed my mind. Freaks are into twisted shit. His ashy ass will probably bring in a truckload of cash. I’m gonna promote the hell out of him.”
Dane gawked at her. “Seriously?”
“Trust me. I know how freaks think.”
Dane laughed. The sound came out in broken chords of disbelief. “If you wasn’t such a fly-ass chick, I’d think you were full of shit. But I know you’re all about getting that paper, so I’m gon’ go talk to Troy—on the strength.” He shrugged as if amazed at his willingness to participate in a campaign to promote a man with severely dry and ashen skin.
“Tell Ashy Cashy that I want him to take a quick ride with me. It might play better if you stay here with your cousin. Ashy Cashy might be more comfortable taking out his dick if he’s alone with me.”
“You want me to bring my boy over here so you can look at his dick? I’m telling you, you getting me confused with your boy, Brick.”
“You’re making this more complicated than it needs to be. Ashy Cashy ain’t nothing but
a dollar sign to me. You’re my partner; Brick is my employee. I would think you’d want to start lining your pockets.” She caressed his face.
“Yo, Troy!” Dane called out. Ashy Cashy trotted toward the truck. Monroe’s and Edison’s curious eyes followed him.
“I’ll be back after I pick up Brick.” Misty dismissed Dane and turned her gaze toward Troy’s questioning eyes. “Get in. We’re gonna take a little ride.” Ashy Cashy looked at Dane for confirmation.
“Go on, man,” Dane encouraged. “She’s gon’ make it worth your while.”
Misty was in luck! Ashy Cashy’s dick was long and ashy. Not as thick as she would have preferred, but hell, you can’t have everything. She started off the bargaining at fifty dollars and was prepared to go as high as three or four hundred—maybe five. She’d get the money back in no time. Despite his boastful nickname, Cash-Money joyfully accepted fifty dollars and he wasn’t shy about exposing his goods. Young and virile, his penis stretched out and stiffened the moment he took it out of his pants. Misty snapped away; she even lent a hand and stroked it to speed up the big money ejaculation shot.
“You know, you could make triple what I just paid you, if you work for me.”
“Taking more pictures?” Ashy Cashy inquired innocently.
“No, I need you to fuck desperate housewives.”
“That’s whassup.” He nodded eagerly.
“Every now and then, I might need you to let a freaky husband get involved. You know, show him some dick, let him suck on it,” Misty said nonchalantly. “It ain’t no thing. All you gotta do is cum in the trick’s mouth. Can you get with that?”
“Hell, yeah,” he said, eyes gleaming. “But the part about the husband stays between me and you, right? I wouldn’t want any gay rumors getting started about me.”
“Nah, don’t worry about it. Everything between me and you is strictly confidential.”
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Ashy Cashy didn’t aggravate Misty the way she’d expected. In fact, he was quite easygoing and willing to provide cheap labor. Misty was thrilled. After getting all the photos she needed, Misty dropped him off at Monroe’s house. She honked the horn for Dane.
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