Nude Awakening (3 page)

THREE

“You think Janelle will sign me?” Trevon later asked as the wind blew through Kandi’s hair. They were cruising down the palm tree-lined boulevard within the thick traffic.

“Hard to tell with her. I say your chances are good, but it’s not up to me.”

He nodded that he understood.

“You don’t like to talk much, huh?” she figured. “That’s okay, because I like to talk and you’ll make a good listener. I do have one question though.”

Trevon pulled his eyes from the road ahead. “Let me guess. You want to know what I was in prison for?”

“Um, no,” she lied. “But since you mentioned it. Yeah. Why were you in prison?”

Trevon glanced up through the tinted sunroof. “I killed a man that raped my sister when she was thirteen,” he said flatly with a deadpan look on his face. He assumed she would judge him, thus pushing her to the point of fear.

“I hope you made that sick bastard suffer,” she stated.

Trevon lowered his eyes and looked away. He, too, had suffered. He held no doubt of what happened to Angie when she came home from school with tears falling down her face. The man accused of the crime was a well-known white teacher at Angie’s school. Trevon never missed a court date of the three-week long trial. Not guilty. Trevon could not accept how fate had freed a guilty man. Acting on pure anger, he gunned the man down in broad daylight as he stood watering his lawn only six days after the unjust verdict. Even now he was being pulled in two directions. Knowing what Angie had gone through had him morally doubting his move to jump into the life of porn. He knew his sister would not understand his choice.

“Where are we going?” he asked, pushing the painful thoughts from his mind.

“It’s a surprise, remember?”

“Okay, I’ll wait.”

“You don’t have a choice because I’m good at keeping a secret,” she said, turning the music down. “You gotta girlfriend?”

“Not right now I don’t.”

“Good.” She smiled.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because it will be less drama when we get our freak on. I told you my favorite color is black.”

Again she reached over to rub his knee. “Do I make you feel uncomfortable, Trevon?”

“If you did, you’d know by now.”

She took that as the go-ahead to inch her hand up his thigh. “I think you and I will get along like sand at a beach,” she said without a doubt in her mind.

Trevon took a deep breath as Kandi rubbed his bold dick print under his pants.

“Here’s your surprise!” Kandi entered the Gucci store swiveling her hips. “Janelle wants you to ditch those clothes and get upgraded!”

The Gucci store was brightly lit and smelled of leather and perfume. The walls were brown and white with the Gucci logo embedded in the paint. Kandi’s loud entrance turned a few heads as her heels clacked on the mirror black marble floor.

Trevon had a new open chemistry with Kandi after the brief pleasure she gave him with her hand. He was trying to just relax and go with the flow. Stepping past the front desk, he looked around and easily noticed that he was the only black male in the store. His massive arms drew stares that Kandi noticed, but told him to ignore.

“My money ain’t where it’s supposed to be for me to be up in here,” he said to Kandi.

“Boy, miss me with that.” She laughed, reaching into a black python Fendi bag strapped over her shoulder. After digging around, she pulled out a Visa Black Card. “This one is on Janelle! She wants you to look your best, and I do agree because what you have on is so Walmartish, boo.”

Trevon smiled at her honest view of his clothes. “Are you going to the party too?”

“Wouldn’t miss it!” Kandi pulled him toward the back.

“I don’t think I’m ready for a party.”

“Are you serious! A party is just what you need.”

They slid by a married couple and were a few feet from the men’s cologne counter when a soft, feminine voice called out for Kandi.

“And you must be the man of the hour! Trevon?”

Trevon turned toward the voice, instantly picking up on the accent and over-stressed words of a man trying to sound feminine. He knew immediately that it was a man.

“Larese, I’d like you to meet Trevon. Larese is the pint-sized manager here.”

“I’m not in the mood, Kandi! Don’t make me get bitchy up in here!” Larese snapped.

Trevon took a step back as the three-foot ten-inch midget walked bowlegged from around a shirt rack of solid colored silk shirts.

“Larese is gay,” Kandi said as she squatted to his eye level to tease him.

“Out of my face. Poof! Be gone.” Larese tried to push her aside. “Who is my VIP?”

Kandi stood up and quickly introduced the two. Trevon had no phobia being around homosexuals. In prison, he had to learn to deal with living with them. True, many straight men had fallen and were turned out—straight men thinking that getting favors from another male did not make them gay. Gay was gay. It did not matter if you were on the receiving end or giving end.

“Janelle wants you to—”

“Girl, I spoke to the Boss Diva and I know what to do to this fine piece of eye candy.” Larese snapped. “Follow me.”

Trevon was taken to the back and treated with VIP status. Larese had to stand up on a table to measure Trevon. Kandi rolled her eyes at Larese fanning himself while measuring Trevon’s arms and swollen chest. Kandi sat down crossing her legs when Trevon took his shirt and tank top off. It was tossed in the trash and replaced with Gucci linen. Everything that touched his skin was Gucci. Button down shirts, pullovers, linen pants, jeans, gator shoes, ties, suits, hats, socks, boxers, belts and shades. He lost count of the number of times he went in and out of the dressing room. In the end, he kept on an all white loose linen set, laced down to a pair of square-toed white gators.

“Fabulous!” Larese clapped his tiny hands as Trevon pimped out of the dressing room. His 6’4”, 245-pound frame had Kandi lost with sexual ideas. Kandi stood with her tongue twisted. His new gear changed his look dramatically for the better. She still had the vision of his naked body from the waist up planted in her mind. That V-shape of his back had made her nipples hard. Ducking off to head outside, she pulled out her cell phone.

Trevon ended up with a tab totaling $7,530 charged to Janelle’s credit card. No one had ever given him such a large gift. Reverting back to his prison state of mind, he knew there was no such thing as a ‘free gift.’ If something was given, then you damn well better have something to give in return. It took him a moment to notice that Kandi was missing. With help from the store personnel, he headed outside with his large bags. The sun instantly began to pounce on his baldhead. At least now, he had on a new pair of tinted shades.

“Where are you parked, sir?” one of the sales reps asked, breaking Trevon’s gaze.

“Oh, my bad. Follow me.” Trevon led the way. He was a few feet from Kandi’s SUV when he saw her walking away from him gesturing wildly with one arm while beefing with someone on the phone. Pedestrians on the sidewalk parted out of her way. Most of the men were looking and pointing at her ass. Trevon placed his bags on the curb, then asked one of the Gucci employees to watch them. Trevon jogged toward Kandi as she kept ranting over the phone.

“What the fuck do you keep calling me for?” she shouted as Trevon finally reached her.

“Kandi,” he said. “Yo, what’s up? You okay?”

Kandi spun around, causing Trevon to bump into her. She gasped then ended the call. They stood without saying anything. Kandi fingered loose hair from her face.

“You look good,” she said, circling him. She was not open to sharing her drama.

Trevon turned, trying to figure her out. Who was he to care or worry about who she was talking to on the phone? If she had a man, so what. Trevon shrugged, then followed Kandi back toward the ride.

“You got some place to be?” she asked as she pulled away from the curb.

“Not really. What time does the party ‘spose to start?”

“Eight or nine,” she said with both hands on the wheel.

Trevon looked at his new Gucci watch. It was twenty minutes to 3 p.m. and the heat outside was still roasting.

“Wanna get something to eat?” she asked, taking a glance at his lips.

“Yeah. I was in a rush this morning so I didn’t get to eat much. I think we passed a Burger King down the block on our way here.”

“Burger King!” she blurted. “I wouldn’t dare.” She laughed.

“Food is food,” he said, smiling as she whipped the Escalade through the traffic.

“True. But I think we can have more privacy at this cozy beach front restaurant on south Miami Beach.”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Nope.”

“I figured that.”

Along the short trip, he lowered the tinted windows and just mellowed out with the wind in his face. Trevon had no idea what tomorrow would bring. All he wanted to do was make money and stay free.

“I can’t believe you haven’t had sex in fifteen years! I wouldn’t know what to do,” she said, breaking the silence. “Oh, I know I would have lots to do. I like women too. I would be just fine.”

They both shared a laugh while Trevon made a mental note of his new discovery about Kandi. He saw no wrong with her going both ways.

FOUR

At the trendy restaurant, Kandi caught Trevon off guard by hooking her arm inside his. The owner of the Chophouse personally came from the back office to greet Kandi. The woman was in her late fifties and met Kandi with a big warm hug. Making her own assumption, she glanced at Trevon, blushed, then told Kandi she had a keeper.

“Who was that lady?” Trevon asked when they were seated in a quiet secluded booth.

“She’s one of my biggest fans.”

“Yeah, right.” He laughed at the thought of the older woman watching porn.

“You have a lot to learn, Trevon.”

“Are you going to teach me?”

Kandi looked up over the glass of iced tea she was drinking. Finally, she noticed signs of him opening up to her. She wanted to figure him out. Was he hood, a G, a hustler? Hell, she just wanted to know something! She lowered the glass from her wet lips.

“I can teach you a lot of things about sex.”

“I’m down with that,” he said. “So when is my first lesson?”

“Oooohhhh, look who is coming out of their shell,” she teased.

“Well,” she whispered, licking her lips. “Lesson one, I can show you how I can do it with no hands. Then after that, I can show you why they call me Kandi.”

“Tell me now.”

“Sure you want to know?”

“Positive.”

Kandi leaned back in the booth, never taking her eyes away from Trevon. Parting her thick legs, she raised one finger to her pouty lips and slid it inside her mouth. Next, she used her other hand to pull up the elastic band of her spandex Capri pants. Keeping eye contact, she slid her wet finger down into her pants and under her thong. Her eyelids fluttered when her fingers brushed over her sensitive clitoris. Holding her breath, she inserted her middle finger inside her moist pussy.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned, fingering herself at the table.

Trevon thought she was bullshitting. Looking under the table, he saw her hand down in the front of her Capri pants. “Damn!” he said, enjoying her freaky show.

Kandi released a deep breath, pulling her fingers from her pussy. With glassy eyes, she looked at him, then slid her wet slippery fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean.

“They call me Kandi because my pussy stays sweet.”

Trevon sat back in the booth as Kandi smiled at him. “That was—wild!” He panned the room.

“Relax. No one can see us. And if they did . . . who gives a fuck?”

Trevon had no idea what to expect from Kandi. When the food arrived, it did nothing to push sex from her mind.

“How often did you jack off when you were in prison?” she asked while cutting a piece of steak.

“A lot,” he said and quickly realized how easy and comfortable it was to talk to her.

“What did you think about?”

“Women.”

“I know that, silly.” She laughed. “But seriously, did you think of any wild fantasies?”

Trevon slowly chewed a piece of steak before answering. “Well, to be straight up, I usually think about having um . . . backdoor sex with a woman.”

“Anal sex,” she said a tone too loud for him.

“Damn! Stand up in the chair and yell it out.”

Kandi sat back, looking at him funny.

“What?” Trevon asked, looking confused.

“You’ve never fucked a girl in the ass?”

“No, Kandi, I haven’t.”

Grinning, she winked. “I’ll keep that in mind. And FYI, I love taking it in my ass.”

“You got a man or anything?”

“No. I’m not currently fucking anyone off the set if that’s on your mind.”

“A lot is on my mind,” he said, wondering what it would be like to finally have sex after fifteen years.

“Why do you want to do porn?”

“I need the job, Kandi. All bullshit aside, I have to find a job or my parole officer will send me back to prison. I’ve been to five job interviews since I’ve been out and this is my last chance.”

Kandi felt sorry for him. “Does Janelle know about your parole issue?”

“Yeah. I told her about it the day I got out over the phone. I doubted I would get this chance, so I went ahead and looked for some jobs. My parole officer ain’t the best person to get along with.”

“How much time do you have to get a job?”

“A month. After that, I know she’ll start acting stupid and press to send me back to prison.”

“How long would you have to stay?”

“Six years.”

“Umm, if you get signed, can you tell your parole officer what you’re really doing?”

“Why wouldn’t I? She told me to find a job and stressed that any job would do as long as it is legal. Hell, I’ll be getting a check, so it will be a legal job.”

Kandi reached across the table to grasp his hand. “Janelle will sign you and then you can tell that P.O. to kiss your ass.” She tried to assure him of the best.

“I hope so.”

“Cheer up, boo. You’re free and dining with a world class diva, so enjoy the moment.”

Trevon was indeed free. He had to stop thinking about failure before chance.

Kandi suddenly excused herself to the restroom. Trevon’s eyes traveled straight to the fat print between her juicy legs. It looked like a miniature boxing glove. This was the fourth time in five hours that his dick grew hard. If this did not stop, he might not make it to his first film.

Back inside the Escalade, Kandi turned the system down. “I spoke to Janelle while I was in the bathroom and she wants us at the party around eight.”

Trevon looked down at his watch. “It’s four-twenty now. Can you run me by my spot so I can drop my clothes off?”

“Janelle told me that you’re living in a boarding home in Liberty City?”

“Yeah,” he said, slightly embarrassed of the fact.

Kandi nodded. “Well. Janelle and I spoke on it. I know that Janelle seems all business, but she knows about the streets too. And she knows the risk you’ll face over in Liberty City. Janelle will protect her investment by any means necessary.”

“The boarding home is all I can afford right now.”

Kandi smiled. “I understand that and so does Janelle, which is why we have an idea.”

“What is it?”

Kandi drove with one hand as the air conditioner blew over her smooth skin.

“How would you like to stay with me and be my roommate?”

Trevon sat and waited for her to say she was only kidding. She had to be.

“Roommate? With you? You don’t know me like that nor do I—”

“Whatever.” She laughed. “You can dead that talk. You’ll have your own room and I also have a pool. Can you swim?” she asked, trying to be persuasive.

“No, I can’t swim, but me moving in with you is different.” Trevon was not about to make a quick decision. He weighed the pros and cons of moving in with her. It would be a challenge because he had never shared a place with a female other than his mom and sister.

“You’ll have much more room and a ton of privacy,” she offered. “At least come to visit. Just chill with me until it’s time for the party.”

Trevon knew she would be persistent, so he shrugged and said, he would chill with her.

“You don’t have a cell phone, do ya?” she asked as a slow moving car changed lanes in front of her.

“Not yet.”

“I gotcha.”

Kandi stopped at a cellular phone store and told Trevon to pick out one. He reminded her of his time in prison and she was shocked to learn that he had never owned a cell phone. She ended up picking out a pre-paid touch screen phone for him. It was tiny in his large hands and he was amazed with the different applications it could do. Out in the parking lot, she showed him how to take a picture using his new phone. Kandi stood beside her gleaming SUV in a mean stance as Trevon took the picture. Before they drove off, she showed him how to use her picture as the screen saver.