Big Juicy Lips (13 page)

Moments later, seated inside the private booth, Monroe tipped his glass toward Misty. “Damn, you smooth as shit,” he praised, referring to the interaction between Misty and Felice. “She gon’ roll out with us when she gets off tonight?”

“Yeah, she’s with it. So, don’t embarrass me. If you can’t handle two women, tell me now.”

“Yo, I can take on five chicks,” he bragged.

“Uh-huh. We’ll see.”

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arrying a tray with two Gold Diggers, two shots of Hennessy and another bottle of Budweiser, Felice joined Misty and Monroe inside the private booth.

“Is it cool?” Misty asked Felice.

“Yeah, I asked for an early break,” Felice responded, setting down the tray and then closing the privacy screen.

“That’s whassup.” Misty gave Felice a wink.

Out of the loop, Monroe looked inquiringly at both of their faces. “Y’all gon’ school a brother or what?”

The two young women giggled conspiratorially. “So, how are we gonna work this? I only have twenty minutes,” Felice said.

“That’s plenty of time, if the youngin’ can perform.” Misty smiled at Monroe.

“What? Y’all ’bout to get into something right here in the club?”

“Nervous?” Misty challenged.

“Nah, I’m cool.”

“Come join us.” Misty scooted close to the wall. Felice squeezed inside the booth, sandwiching Monroe between herself and Misty. She turned toward Monroe and pressed her firm, high-set breasts into his arm. “Hey, handsome. You feeling that Henny yet?”

“Nah, I’m feelin’ you,” Monroe offered, words slurred, eyes flitting lustfully from Misty’s face to Felice’s big tits. He gazed at the private screen, which he could see through. “What’s that jawn made out of?”

“Don’t get me to lying,” Felice replied. “All I know is we can see out, but can’t nobody see in.” She smiled. Her full lips separated, showing off dark gums and pretty white teeth.

Misty nudged Monroe’s shoulder. “It’s playtime; let’s have some fun.”

“What y’all tryna get into?” he wanted to know.

Felice glanced at her watch. “A quickie ménage.”

“A quickie what?”

“Nigga, you wasting time,” Misty blurted. “We’re gonna let you do both of us. You have twenty minutes to make us both cum.”

Felice checked her watch. “We only have sixteen minutes left.”

Monroe’s dick throbbed excitedly and dribbled a few drops of desire. Getting into a threesome with two banging chicks was like a dream come true. He started to give a few suggestions on how to get the party started, but common sense told him to keep his mouth shut and let the women take charge. He had killed half a bottle of Hennessy, and was struggling with coordination and coherent speech. Misty and the big-titty waitress might change their minds about playtime, if they knew the hard liquor had him twisted.

Allowing his hands to do the talking, he clumsily groped Felice’s boobs. Grabbing two handfuls, he squeezed greedily.

“Slow your frisky self down,” Felice admonished, smacking Monroe’s hands. Misty gave Monroe an evil stare.

Monroe laughed. “My bad. I couldn’t help myself.” Wearing a boyish smile, he held up both hands in mock surrender.

Felice unbuttoned the tight-fitting top, revealing a white lace bra that contrasted nicely with her sepia-colored skin. She unfastened the front hook, releasing a set of voluptuous breasts. Monroe’s eyes bulged in appreciation.

Monroe was twisted; Misty could tell. She quickly went to work before his drunken ass ruined her opportunity to exact revenge on Dane. She extracted a tube of lubricant from inside her purse and then placed her lips close to Monroe’s ear. “Suck on Felice’s titties and take your dick out for me.”

He tried to maintain an impassive expression, but Misty’s heated whisper put a crooked smile on his face. Seated between the two sexy women, Monroe didn’t know where to start. He turned his head toward Felice. Her bared breasts bounced freely as she shook them against his face. A trembling hand frantically worked on unzipping his pants, while his other hand clumsily palmed a handful of big, cocoa-colored titty.

The lewdness of such brazen, public debauchery aroused Monroe; his erection pulsed inside his pants. Greedily, he took in one of her dark-pearled nipples, captured it with hungry urgency, pulling and stretching the pliable flesh with his teeth.

Finally, his zipper was down, but drawn to Felice’s succulent breasts, he returned his concentration to titty sucking and left his engorged dick inside his pants.

Misty displayed the tube of warming lubricant. “Do you want me to jerk you off?”

Monroe, trying to swallow Felice’s ripened bosom, refused to be distracted.

Misty popped Monroe upside the head. “I guess you don’t need my help, hungry mufucka. Whassup, you wanna grub on the bitch’s pussy?”

Monroe made growling sounds that indicated giving Felice oral sex in a public place was a huge turn-on.

“I guess it’s snack time,” Misty said petulantly, pulling Monroe by his collar. “So get between her legs and get yourself a Happy Meal, youngin’.”

Uninhibited by alcohol, Monroe scooted down to his knees. His head quickly disappeared beneath Felice’s red skirt. Stirred by the sensual fragrance that emanated from between her legs, a soft groan came from the back of his throat. Passionately, he pulled her panties to the side and began licking, tasting the sting of her tart womanly flavor. Desiring more, he used his thumbs to pry apart her plump, inner lips. “Ooo, shit. You got some big, juicy lips,” he murmured. He plunged in his tongue, twisting it, burrowing deeply. He sucked her vagina, sipping softly at first—delicately. Then he slurped loudly, groaning as he lapped, using broad, wet strokes; his widened tongue coated with sugary cream.

Slumped in the booth, her legs splayed, Felice writhed and moaned helplessly as Monroe sipped her thick nectar.

Certain that her loud moans would get them all ejected, Misty slid over and silenced Felice with lips, enticing the waitress to feed from the sweetness of her mouth. Having done prison time, Misty was well-schooled in girl-sex. She pressed Felice’s large breasts together, then lowered her head, helping herself to the taste of double mounds of chocolate.

Felice gave a surprised gasp. Overwhelmed, she clenched her eyes tight and drew in her lips, struggling to contain a scream of passion. Misty’s lips abandoned the swollen, sensitized flesh and quickly covered Felice’s mouth with a firm hand, cutting off the waitress’s ardent sounds. “Be quiet,” Misty hissed. “You’re drawing too much attention to us.”

Felice bobbed her head in understanding. Misty removed her hand and returned her lips to Felice’s nipple and tentatively flicked her tongue against the ripened swell. Felice, struggling to maintain control, silenced herself by covering her mouth with her own hand as she arched up her chest, presenting her sensitive peaks to Misty’s hot lips.

Misty drew in the nipple and lashed it with her tongue. Felice’s chest heaved and her lower body squirmed and twisted in wanton response to the dual stimulation she was trying to quietly endure.

Her body jerked, her fists clenched and unclenched as a spasm of unbridled pleasure surged through her.

Misty patted Monroe’s head. “That’s enough.”

Monroe looked up, his expression a mixture of puzzlement and passion.

Felice’s lids popped open, her lashes fluttered, her dark eyes gleamed with lust and desperation.

“She’s losing it; you gon’ have to stick this bitch. Pull your pants down, boo.”

“In here?” Monroe sounded terrified.

“Can’t nobody see us.” She patted the cushiony booth. “Hurry up, before her manager comes looking for her.”

Monroe reluctantly lowered his pants to his thighs and took a seat on the soft leather. Despite his wariness, his penis soared upward. Erect, throbbing with desire.

Without prompting, Felice peeled off her panties, pushed up her skirt and raised a leg, prepared to straddle him.

“Hold up, bitch. You can’t ride my boo until he gets his jawn covered up.” Misty produced a condom, but before unwrapping it, she clutched Monroe’s aching member.

Wishing Dane could witness her powers of seduction, she gave a regretful sigh and then worked her lubricated palm up and down his turgid shaft. She gave his erection a hard squeeze, as if testing its ability to remain firm under pressure. She unfurled the condom and slathered it with the warming lubricant.

Gripping Monroe’s penis, Misty moved over. “Aiight, bitch. Climb up on this.”

Caught up in the frenzy of the moment, Felice found herself experiencing a perverse pleasure in being treated harshly and being repeatedly referred to as
bitch
by a bossy woman.

Monroe pumped dick into Felice. “We ain’t got a lot of time, yo,” Misty reminded. Extraditing matters, she applied soft smacks to the waitress’s shapely, chocolate ass.

The sudden stinging sensation being dispensed by a tiny, feminine hand sent the waitress into body tremors; her hips rolled rhythmically. “Oh, yes! Spank my ass. Harder!”

Incredulous, Monroe’s eyes widened. “Damn, boo, you whippin’ that ass?”

Misty responded with another loud slap across Felice’s round buttocks, sending the waitress into an uproar of heavy breathing and frantic pelvic thrusts. Monroe gripped Felice’s shoulders and rammed his dick in deeply.

While Felice rolled her hips, guzzling up as much dick as she could take in, Misty stealthily slid her hand beneath her red skirt and encircled the base of Monroe’s shaft, squeezing lightly. Monroe twitched at her touch. He groaned, but managed to keep the volume to a minimum. Misty then caressed the petals that enveloped Monroe’s long stem. Felice’s labia were fat and juicy. Misty alternated pulling the swollen lips. Felice gave a cry of pleasure when Misty rubbed her knuckle against her clit. Jolted with electrical thrills, Felice rocked awkwardly, struggling to connect her taut, sensitive flesh with Misty’s knuckle while trying to maintain a rhythmic ride on Monroe’s dick.

With her well-lubricated free hand, Misty cupped Monroe’s scrotum, fondled his testicles. He jerked as if electrocuted. “Say my name!” Misty demanded.

“Misty,” he murmured as his plunging hotness penetrated deeply. Bucking wildly, Felice met Monroe’s heated thrust as Monroe exploded, still murmuring Misty’s name.

With Monroe’s softening dick still inside her pussy, Felice squirmed, trying to get satisfaction. Misty stroked Felice’s swelling clitoris. “Say my name, bitch!”

“Misty,” Felice whispered, barely audible.

“What?” Misty rubbed her extended clit.

“Misty!” Felice shouted, her body going rigid before an onslaught of rippling, orgasmic pleasure.

Fuck with me, mufuckas!
Misty collected herself. Straightening out her clothes, she rushed away from the tawdry scene, leaving the privacy screen wide open, exposing Felice and Monroe, their clinging bodies, shuddering, half-naked and exposed.

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en minutes after leaving Hades, Misty’s cell chimed.

“We need to talk,” Dane yelled over the blaring music inside the club. “How you gon’ come between me and my lil’ cousin like that? That’s real slimy, yo. You know that ain’t right.”

“That’s a matter of opinion.” A smile crept across Misty’s face. Showing Dane that she had the power to divide and conquer gave Misty the leverage she needed to ensure that Dane treated her the way she deserved. Fuck how good he looked and fuck how much he reminded her of Shane.

“A tit for a tat.”

“That’s petty. I just wanted one last night with the fellas…” He paused. “Before you put me on lockdown.” He laughed, but it wasn’t a happy sound.

“Petty? You the one who tried to play somebody like you had a personal ATM machine.”

“How you figure that?”

“You took your own sweet time getting to Philly. Didn’t keep me up-to-date, just kept asking for more dough like you really thought I was sweet. Then, you get here and have the nerve to try and put me on the back burner.”

“Can you accept my apology? Can we talk?”

“No! You’ve been treating me like I’m some skeezer and I don’t appreciate it.” She inhaled deeply, conveying her displeasure. “You owe me some dough. I want all my cheddar back. When you pay up, maybe we can talk.”

“Man, stop acting petty. What’s a couple thousand? You’re a big baller!”

“I’m a businesswoman. I want my money. So, don’t call me until you get it. Feel me?” Before he could utter another word, Misty hung up.

It had taken all the will power she possessed to disconnect. Dealing with Dane’s pretty ass required a steely resolve. The way he made her coochie drip was hazardous to her well-being. She had no choice but to fight fire with fire. If she didn’t take control of the situation, Dane would have her handing over all her hard-earned cash. Fuck if she was going out like that! Hell no, she had to play hardball. Shit, she’d learned a difficult lesson when she fucked around and caught too many feelings for Shane.

She had to play it smarter this time around. As she wheeled toward home, her thoughts turned to Brick. He’d been acting strange lately. Drinking more. Looking sad. Seeming pitiful and lost. Like her, he really missed Shane. But fuck all that; Brick better get a grip. She had a new nigga who could put the smile back on both of their faces.

Maybe she shouldn’t spring Dane on Brick just yet. She’d bring him home after she had his wild ass under some type of control, and willing to set up housekeeping with both her and Brick. It was a sticky situation, but Dane would simply have to deal with it.

Brick was a soldier. He’d keep them all eating. Dane could either join Brick and help earn his keep—or sit back, relax—and shut the fuck up.

On the real, she didn’t want Dane out there tricking. But the way business was booming, she would soon have to add some fresh beef to the repertoire in order to meet the demand. She considered her options as she fired up a blunt. Monroe might fit the bill. He was hungry, good-looking, and well-hung. He was young and manageable…Yeah, she could work with all that.

Empty beer cans surrounded Brick. They were carelessly tossed on the floor, scattered atop the bureau and nightstand. Misty turned her nose up in disgust. Looking a hot mess, Brick was passed out and sprawled on top of the bed. With his hand tucked inside his boxers, mouth agape, drool pooling and dribbling down the side of his face, he was so drunk that he was damn near comatose.

He looked disgusting. Like a big beast. But he was her beast—a well-trained, creature—and having power over big, monstrous Brick made her very happy and kept her pockets fat. She had three jobs lined up for him tomorrow; the first one was at noon. He needed all the sleep he could get. Smiling, she quietly closed the bedroom door and went to her office to check her website, answer emails, and set up appointments.

She clicked on the computer. Blunt in hand, small feet up on the desk, she puffed happily as she waited to see how much she’d made off the pay-per-click flicks of Brick.

“Damn!” she exclaimed, excitedly leaning forward, clicking buttons, scrolling down. “Mo money; mo money.” She grinned at the monitor and then began opening email. Hmm. A trick from the nearby suburb was willing to pay thirty-five hundred for a female to join him and his wife for a few hours of couples’ play.

Misty sucked her teeth. Did the dumb-ass trick see anyone on the website besides Brick? Where the hell did he get the idea that she had females on staff?

The money was so tempting, she wondered if she should personally handle the job—just this one time. Misty pondered the thought; let it cruise through her mind. She tried to imagine herself selling her goods. Nah, she was better than that! Big pimping was power, but selling her jewels like a low-life ho was degrading. An unthinkable act.

Still, the money being offered was too much to refuse. She puffed hard on the blunt, filling her lungs with smoke, trying to get high enough to get some type of inspiration. Then it hit her. That waitress bitch! What was her name? Felice. Yeah, that bigtitty bimbo would be perfect for the job. She’d already proven that she was down for whatever. Misty had only paid her a buck-fifty. Felice had to give her manager a cut out of that small amount. Yeah, Felice was perfect for the job—and like Brick—she was dirt-cheap.

Using one finger, Misty pecked out a response to the email request. Giving Felice the working name Juicy, she listed Felice’s physical attributes, putting her plump labia at the top of the list. She told the trick to set up a date and time and then directed him to her online bank account.

No sooner had she hit send than another response came from the trick. He went by the screen name Happyhubby01. He sent a phone number, and said he wanted to talk before he set up an appointment. Ugh! Misty hated it when clients wanted to talk. It was much more convenient to take care of business online. What the fuck was he doing up so late at night anyway? He had better not be a pervert, looking for some cheap thrill phone sex. Muttering profanities, she dialed his number.

“Hi,” the trick greeted. “This is Happyhubby01? How’s it going?” His salutation dripped with sexual innuendo. The pervert had a raspy voice, like his hand was wrapped around his dick at that very moment.

Her finger was poised to press the button to disconnect the call. She should have known better than to try to work with someone who insisted on conducting business on the phone during the wee hours of the morning.

“I have to tell you, you’ve made our night. My wife went berserk after reading your description of that humongous vagina. How come you don’t have the photo posted? We really wanna see it.”

“Uh, I did. A while back. But there was such a demand for her, I had to take the photos down,” Misty rattled off the top of her head. “I couldn’t meet all the requests for her services. Now I just send her out for VIP’s such as yourself.” She played along, just in case the guy and his wife were legit.

“Geeze, we’d really enjoy taking a gander at those cunt lips. Can’t you send a photo? It sure would be nice to have a little preview before we pay all that money for something we haven’t seen.”

“Tell you what, if you pay fifteen hundred—a down payment for your erotic adventure—I’ll shoot you an email and give you an exclusive showing of Big Juicy Lips.”

“Tonight?”

“No. Tomorrow night.”

“Why do we have to wait?” HappyHubby01 said, astounded. “But, you want me to pay fifteen hundred dollars tonight? That’s absurd.”

“You’re gonna have to trust me, uh, Happyhubby.”

“Chad,” he said, personalizing the telephone exchange.

“Okay, Chad. What do you want to do? Juicy has a three-month waiting list. Now I can put your name at the top of the list or you can wait for an opening.” Misty listened to Chad’s muffled voice while he relayed the information to his wife.

“We’d be happy to make a deposit. My wife is taking care of it right now. So, uh, how soon before we can take a peek at those dark…forbidden…cunt lips?”

“I’ll send you the picture tomorrow night.”

“What time, exactly?”

“Midnight,” she blurted, imagining herself barging in on Felice while the waitress was serving drinks. She could see herself grabbing Felice by the arm and hustling her into the ladies room so she could get a quick snap of her trap.

“Why so late?”

Misty took a deep breath, counted to ten, controlling the urge to unleash vile obscenities on the pervert. “Are you a new visitor to my site?” she asked, sounding terribly harried.

“As a matter of fact, I am,” Chad admitted.

Of course he was. The site had been up for less than a month, but hell, Chad didn’t need to know that. Misty gave a long, impatient sigh. “Every Saturday I post Midnight Delight, new pay-per-click photos that are available exactly at midnight and can be viewed for only an hour.” Wow, sometimes she amazed herself with her ability to think fast on her feet.

Chad’s hard breathing informed her that he liked the idea. “I see. Fine. We’ll log on tomorrow night and then I’ll set up an appointment.”

After Misty and Chad said their good-byes, Misty clicked back on her site. She’d made seven hundred dollars during the short time that she’d spent on the phone with Chad. The picture of Brick with her and Dane’s passion juice smeared around his mouth was a favorite tonight, beating out the Betty Boop apron flick.

She reached for the blunt, fired it up again. She puffed. She really needed to get in touch with Felice so they could sit down and seriously discuss business.

She checked the time. Fuck! It was a little after three in the morning. Hades was closed. Not wanting to leave any loose ends before she went to bed, Misty called Big Boy, the bouncer, and left a message on his voicemail, telling him to have Felice get in touch with her as soon as possible. “Tell her there’s money’s involved,” she threw in at the end of the message.