Jurnee reached up and brushed a piece of lint off his broad shoulder. “That’s Glaze, and she’ll be your next cast mate for your third film. And before you ask, yes, I’m still working a deal out with Cherokee and Pinky. Oh, and Skyy Black is someone else I want you to film with.”
Trevon reached inside his suit for his smartphone.
“What are you about to do?” Jurnee asked.
“I’ma go ask the lovely Mrs. Brown if I can take a picture with her to post on Instagram. Who knows? You might see me on the cover of Sister 2 Sister one day.”
Jurnee laughed easily, reaching for his hand. “Let me introduce you to Glaze.”
“And Jamie,” he said.
***
Trevon was thrown for a surprise when he was introduced to Glaze. Along with her sexy petite frame she had a strong British accent that added to her sex appeal. Unlike Chelsea, Glaze wasn’t an amateur, and her unique talent was centered on her lissome body. Glaze could easily lock her legs behind her head. Add in a tongue that could touch the tip of her nose. She had Trevon ready to work with her. He also learned that she had a man, and she took her relationship seriously. The only time he would see her nude and on his dick would be on the movie set. As for Trevon meeting Jamie Foster Brown, he had to stand in line. Her time was limited, but at least he got his picture and his big kiss on his cheek.
By 9 pm, Jurnee was nursing her fourth martini while sitting by the pool under a row of blue assorted paper lanterns. Her eyes were on Trevon as he enjoyed himself across the pool dancing on the white and blue checkered patio. A new hit by Usher had the crowd buzzing. As long as Trevon was happy, Jurnee’s mood was content. She laughed at the sight of him trying to keep up with the moves that Chelsea and Glaze were putting on him.
“Looks like he is having a ball.”
Jurnee looked up from where she sat as Janelle took a seat next to her. She had her hair down, rocking a white tank-top with no bra and a pair of shiny taupe skinny jeans.
“Hey girl!” Jurnee said.
Janelle sighed, lifting a glass of vodka mixed with pineapple juice to her lips.
Jurnee could tell that something was troubling Janelle. “What’s on your mind?”
Janelle lowered the martini to her lap. “Thinking about Brooke Vee. I told DJ Kay Slay to do a moment of silence for her before the night is over.”
“That’s a good idea,” Jurnee said as three bikini clad porn stars slid into the pool.
“I see Trevon has met Glaze,” she observed, lifting the martini again.
Jurnee crossed her legs. “I see a bright future for him. I really do.”
“I’m thinking . . . nine films in the next six months,” Janelle said.
“Think we can get the paperwork done for a film with him and Cherokee?”
“How does he feel about it?”
Jurnee giggled. “I think he’s infatuated with Cherokee’s big butt. But yes, he’s all for it. Oh, let’s add Skyy Black to the list.”
Janelle ran the idea through her mind for a second. “Send Ruby an e-mail tomorrow.”
“Alright. Um, you gonna make Trevon and Chelsea retake their last scene?”
“Nah,” Janelle decided. “I viewed the footage and it’s good.”
“What exactly did he do?”
Janelle plucked the olive out of her empty glass and then slipped it past her lips. “The script called for him to do the money shot as Chelsea gave him some head. But our Mr. Harrison thought it would look better to continue the anal scene.”
“He had her outside on the picnic table, right?”
“Mm-hmm. He kept the anal penetration going, but pulled out and came on her breasts and stomach after he took the condom off.”
“Were the camera angles good?”
“Yeah, there were two cameras rolling simultaneously, so we got a nice close-up of his climax.”
Jurnee set her glass on the round marble table and then glanced up at the moon. “Five years from now, what do you hope is different in your life?”
“God’s will . . . I pray that I’ll be married and with one or two kids,” Janelle replied.
“Really!”
“Yep.” Janelle smiled. “I kinda already started on having a baby.”
“And I got dibs on being the godmother.”
“You know I gotcha on that.”
They smiled at each other.
“Heard from Kandi lately?” Jurnee asked as the deejay kept the party jumping with another hit by Kendrick Lamar.”
“Not since the funeral. I surmise you two still aren’t talking?”
“It’s her doing, not mine,” Jurnee retorted.
“You need to put whatever issues you got with her aside and call her.”
“And why should I do that?” Jurnee frowned.
“Because you’re still her friend, and I think she needs one in her life. Shit ain’t going right for her.”
Jurnee crossed her arms. She had too much concern for Kandi to not care. “What’s going on with her?”
Janelle stood. “Call and find out yourself, and you better do it.”
Jurnee twisted her lips.
“I’ll see you later, girl. I got my man waiting on me.”
Jurnee giggled. “I knew you was doing the nasty.”
Alone again, Jurnee began to feel the effects of the drinks she had knocked down. Smiling, she placed her eyes back on Trevon. She wondered if he ever pictured himself living such a happy life while he was in prison? I probably care more about his behind than he do himself, she thought as the party continued.
Her heart started to flutter when he later strolled toward her with that sexy grin on his handsome face. He was stepping past a redheaded, older white girl when the deejay tapped the mic.
“I’d like to get er’body attention right quick. Jus’ wanna do a moment of silence for our girl, Brooke Vee. She will be missed and never forgotten, so all y’all need to keep your eyes dry. And your heart easy.” When DJ Kay Slay lowered his head, a hush covered the party.
Jurnee stood in her four-inch stilettos as Trevon paused to lower his head. After the moment of silence, “I’ll Be Missing You” by Puff Daddy, Faith Evans, and 112 closed the party on a sad note.
“C’mon, baby. Let’s go home,” were the words that Trevon blessed in Jurnee’s ear.
***
“Trevon! Oooohhh, papi!” Jurnee moaned as she strained against the satin restraints that binded her wrists together. Her movements were limited with the bond also being tied to the center of the headboard.
She was up on her knees with her face buried sideways on a green satin pillow. Blindfolded, she was denied the chance to see what treats Trevon had in store for her. At the moment he was tirelessly eating her ass out as she wobbled her velvety ass against his face. His hands palmed her cushy butt cheeks open as his tongue probed in and out of her ass. She whined softly, his electrifying tongue feasting famish-like inside her. Without pause, he picked up a cold diced pineapple off the food tray to his left. He jabbed his tongue inside her ass like a jackhammer. With her guard down, he inserted the chilled fruit between the hot liquescent inner folds of her slit. She thrashed her hips, her pussy walls drawing together against the cold, soft object. Swirling his tongue around her tight orifice, he unexpectedly pushed a second diced pineapple inside her pussy. Then a third, pulling a low susurrus moan from her lips. Her mind couldn’t pick which gratifying act to focus on. His tongue? Or the objects in her pussy?
She trembled when he lapped up the length of her ass ten times continuously with deliberate strides of his tongue. Her body melted under his lubricious mouth and tongue.
“Papi, please!” She gasped when he pulled his face back from her juicy ass.
He spanked her cheeks just to see them jiggle. Again he reached for the food tray and picked up a bottle of Dom Perignon. With apt plans to blow her mind, he slid the chilly neck of the bottle all over her ass. When she couldn’t stand it any longer, she heard the bottle pop.<
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Trevon allowed the bubbles to spill on her fleshy ass. Palming her right cheek open, he poured a small amount down her split. The Dom P flowed over her stimulated ass and pulsating kitty.
“Papi—”
“Shut up!” He slapped her ass again. “Raise that ass up! Higher!” He drank from the bottle while rubbing and slapping her ass. “Who ass is it?”
“Yours, papi!” she cried as her kitty turned powerless against his treatment.
Positioning himself on one knee, he grabbed his erection, planting it between her warm butt cheeks. “Be still!” he said before he poured more Dom Perignon on her ass. He shivered when the cold bubbly ran down his dick and balls. Closing his eyes, he moved his hips to ride the length along the valley of her butt. He could tell she wanted his dick in her ass by the way she twerked her hips.
He stopped, but she kept whirling her ass.
“Papi, please do me. Please! I need to cum,” she whined.
“Not yet, so stop begging.”
She tugged at the bonds when he moved his dick off her ass. She was past ready. Her sex juices were smeared between her thick thighs, and all she needed to calm her was Trevon’s loving. She was a breath away from begging when she welcomed his tongue inside her runny center. The tip of his tongue traveled along her outer folds.
“Mmmm . . . yess! Papi, eat good . . . ahhh shit! Awww fuck! Awww fuck!” She pushed herself against his mouth as his tongue sought out the fruit entrenched up her pussy. She squealed when he slurped and sucked the first pineapple out. He chewed it and swallowed it in four bites. She lifted her ass higher in the air when his tongue dipped back between her meaty lips. No man, nor woman had ever freaked her this good before. She swore she was going to faint as his tongue chased the second pineapple around and around and around. She could feel the fruit soft texture easing out of her hole. Like the first, he ate it out of her, pausing to lick the pineapple juice that flowed down her inner thighs. The instant he went in search of the third pineapple, she lost grip of herself. Her body shuddered as he foraged laboriously inside her pussy. Jurnee could feel his hands taking control of her nipples. He squeezed them lightly, then hard. His tongue had her speaking in her native tongue. Suddenly, her breath became stuck in her chest. She bared her teeth, toes curled. Her release came in a teaspoon of creamy fluid that pushed the fruit out. Trevon slurped at her slit with two fingers working gently on her clit. Her nectarous release dripped from his bottom lip and chin.
“Mmmm,” he groaned, licking the outer folds of her slippery pussy. His ego was on swollen measurements when she collapsed to the bed.
Jurnee’s body was weak. With her glossy lips quivering, she spoke his name in a chant. She welcomed the feel of him using his knees to spread her legs apart. Blindly, she lifted her stomach when a pillow was pushed under it. She breathed deeply when he got on top of her, running his tongue up and down the back of her neck. Her breath caught again when he nudged the thick blunt tip of his dick inside her. It sunk deep and slow, breaking the tautness. Submissive to his sex, she whirled her soaked pussy in slow circles all over his extended penis.
CHAPTER
Twenty-Four
OMG!
February 9, 2012
Thursday 10:40 am – Coconut Grove, Florida
Trevon’s mood was upbeat since Jurnee’s snap back pussy was back under his sheets. She had sexed him before sunrise, bouncing on his morning thickness until they both popped a nut. After a quick shower, she cooked breakfast and then rolled off in her SLS Benz to handle some business.
Now, Trevon was outside shirtless in the driveway rinsing the suds off his big body XJL. The weather was perfect. Hot with clear light blue skies with no chance of any mood-spoiling rain. He was thinking about making a trip to Hooters when he heard a car pulling in the driveway across the street. Tahkiyah’s sexy ass jumped dead on his mind as he glanced over the roof of his sedan.
Curious, he watched a clean-cut, casually dressed black man step out of a coconut meat white Audi S6 sedan. As he strode across the manicured lawn, Trevon lifted the yellow spray nozzle over the roof of his car. When the man worked the for sale sign out of the front yard, Trevon loosened his grip on the plastic spray nozzle. Trevon crossed the street to get some information from the guy. The dude with the sign greeted Trevon with a small grin as the trunk of the Audi popped open. Trevon spoke first.
“Hey um, I live across the street.” Trevon thumbed over his sweaty shoulder. “You just sold this place to a couple from D.C., right?”
The man placed the sign in the trunk. “Ah . . . no. Actually, it’s a couple from Tampa.”
“Tampa?” Trevon said with a confused expression. “Tahkiyah told me she was from D.C.”
“Ah, that name doesn’t ring a bell, and I’m sure about that.”
“Uh, she’s a black woman with—”
“Whoa!” The man smiled, closing the trunk. “Now, I’m sure there’s a mistake. The couple that purchased this home is white.”
“So you never spoke with a lady name Tahkiyah about buying that place?”
“Positive, bruh.” The man shrugged. “Sorry I can’t be of any help.”
Trevon thanked the man for his time, and then he headed back across the street. Maybe she spoke with another agent or something? he later thought while drying his car off.
***
Jurnee’s Jimmy Choo heels moved gracefully across the glossy brown marble floor at the Turnberry Isle Spa and Fitness Center. Reaching the front desk, she easily gained the attention of the short Asian receptionist.
“Hi. I’m Jurnee Cruz, and I’m here to meet my friend Janelle Babin. Could you check to see which treatment room she’s in?”
Since a message was awaiting Jurnee, the information was given without any hassle. The 25,000 square-foot luxury spa boasted all the amenities to pamper the elite women in South Florida. Footbaths, full body massages, aromatherapy, a gym, a cardio room, the list went on.
Jurnee inhaled a strong scent of rosemary when she entered the treatment room. “Hey girl, I got your text,” she said as she walked past the bed and out on the balcony. Stepping through the French doors, she rounded the chair. “Why didn’t you—” Her words came to a halt when she saw Kandi sitting in the chair.
“Hey. Betcha surprised to see me?” Kandi said with a glass of tea on the table to her right. She nodded to the white padded chair.
“Where’s Janelle?” Jurnee asked with an attitude, crossing her arms.
“She’s home. She helped me set this up. I kinda figured you wouldn’t have come otherwise.”
Jurnee remained on her feet as the lush tops of the palm trees swayed in the breeze behind her. Reluctantly, she sat down. “You got ten minutes, so talk.”
Kandi was starting to show clear signs of her pregnancy. She was still a diva, rocking a white Prada dress and heels. With the sun warming her skin, she glanced at Jurnee. “Did you sleep with Trevon last night?”
Jurnee sighed angrily. “I know you didn’t go through all the trouble just to ask me that! Shouldn’t you be concerned about your man, Martellus?”
“I’m not with him anymore,” Kandi replied flatly, showing little emotion.
“Oh, so now you want Trevon back? Spare me, okay.”
“Will you at least listen to me, Jurnee?”
“I am! You’re talking, but you ain’t sayin’ nothin’. And since you want to know so bad. Yes, I slept with him last night.”
A sharp sting of jealousy shot through Kandi’s heart. “Do you love him like I do?”
Jurnee’s mouth dropped. “You call your treatment of him, love!”
“I made a mistake.”
“Ya think!”
“Look, I don’t want you nor Trevon to hate me. I just need both of you to know the truth,” Kandi confessed as a cloud slid in front of the sun, throwing a blanket of shade on the balcony.
“Truth about what!” Jurnee asked with anger laced in her tone.
Kandi drew in a deep b
reath before she spoke. “About the baby.”
Jurnee’s face softened. Whatever beef she had with Kandi she couldn’t include the child. “Okay, I’m listening. What’s wrong?”
“Please don’t judge me,” Kandi murmured, tears welling in her eyes. “Remember when I asked if you ever did something you regretted?”
Jurnee nodded. She was too concerned about the baby to speak.
“Well, I did something I deeply regret doing.” Kandi’s voice broke. Tears raced down her cheeks. “I loved Trevon so much, and you know that. But I’m not mad at you, Jurnee. I know I caused all of this trouble myself. A part of me died when I left Trevon.” Kandi tried to smile through the pain that filled her.
“Kandi. Please tell me what’s going on.”
“I was really planning to have an abortion,” Kandi admitted as she wiped her eyes.
“Why? Why were you going to—”
“I didn’t want to live a lie,” Kandi told her. “I couldn’t do it to Trevon. Not after I learned the truth.”
“Learned what truth? Just tell me what in the hell is going on, Kandi. Please.”
Kandi glanced down at her lap. “I was already a month pregnant before I had sex without a condom with Trevon.”
Jurnee gasped, her hand moving involuntarily to her mouth.
“It was a mistake. It wasn’t supposed to happen,” Kandi continued. “I was going to have an abortion, then lie to everyone and say it was a miscarriage. I just couldn’t tell Trevon the truth.”
Jurnee shook her head, filled with disbelief. “Why?”
“I . . . was so lost. I didn’t mean to hurt Trevon like I did. When I was with him, I was true to him. If I had known the baby wasn’t his I would have never put him through this,” Kandi cried softly. “When I went to the doctor back in late November, I found out I was fourteen weeks pregnant. I knew right then that Trevon wasn’t the father. I didn’t know what to do. He was so happy about being a dad.”
“So, you’ve told no one else about this?” Jurnee said as she came to grips with the pain that Trevon would have to face.
Kandi shook her head.
“And you think you’ve made your issue better by leaving Martellus? You know he’ll put up a fight for the baby. Kandi, you need to get your shit in order because this is a mess. I mean—”
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