Nude Awakening (6 page)

EIGHT

Back inside, the party was still jumping. Trevon and Kandi entered the living room and found the floor packed. It looked like a club instead of a living room.

“Wanna dance?” she shouted over the loud music.

“I’m not much of a dancer!” he shouted back.

“Huh?” She pretended not to understand as she pulled him deep into the sea of bodies.

“I tried to warn you!” he shouted as she turned to shake her ass against him.

“Just hold on then!”

Trevon was having too much fun to stress over his lack of dancing skills. Following Kandi’s advice, he held on to her winding hips, loving how her ass felt bumping against him. The deejay had the hundred plus crowd dancing and singing along to “Oh My” by DJ Drama featuring Fabolous, Wiz Khalifa and Roscoe Dash. Reality hit Trevon in a flood. He was finally free. They both danced through three songs before they squeezed out of the dancing mob.

The two were heading for the wet bar when Jurnee spotted them. Kandi greeted Jurnee with a big hug then whispered a few words into her ear. Jurnee smiled, keeping her eyes low.

Trevon looked at the two women, twenty cent. Two dimes. Hands down it was hard for him to pick between the two. Jurnee and her Cuban accent and sexy looks were tough to pass on. And then her age could be thrown in as well. Tonight she was killing it with a black shoulderless Nicole Miller collection silk twill dress. The deep scoop neckline showed off her juicy breasts. The tight dress looked glued to her body. Trevon admired her fully. He could not help it.

“Well, hello, Mr. Harrison.” Jurnee stepped up to him, fingering a loose strand of hair over her shoulder. “You look . . .”

“Delicious.” Kandi playfully elbowed Jurnee on her arm.

Jurnee pursed her red glossy lips. “That fits.” Jurnee blushed then looked at her dress. She wanted everything to be in order in front of Trevon.

“Jurnee.” Trevon nodded. “You look nice tonight.”

Kandi rolled her eyes. “This nigga is an all around gentleman. He even opened doors for me.”

“Then you should feel honored,” Jurnee told her without taking her eyes off Trevon.

“Where is Janelle?” Kandi asked, looking around.

“Up in her office. She would like to speak to you, Mr. Harrison, or would you rather wait till business hours on Monday?”

“No, I’ll see her now,” Trevon said eagerly.

“I figured you would,” Jurnee stated. “If you’ll follow me, I’ll take you up to her office.”

“Y’all go on without me.” Kandi winked at Trevon. “Good luck,” she added, then stepped off and intentionally swished her big ass for him to lust over.

Jurnee and Trevon headed up the stairs and away from the party. Two more guards stood at the top of the stairs and their presence pushed Trevon to ask why they were needed.

“Janelle had a bad experience with a stalker last year. The guy somehow made it onto the estate, but one of the dogs got ahold of him. We also had a few issues with common thieves, so the security is needed. Tonight you’re seeing more than the usual because of this party.”

“Does Ms. Babin live alone?”

“No. She has three women staying here. They are signed with Amatory.”

“Sorta like the Playboy Mansion.” Trevon grinned as he followed Jurnee down the hall.

“Something like that. But don’t compare her company to any other. Janelle is very serious about her business and she’s not to be underestimated because she’s a female.”

“That thought never entered my mind.” Trevon stole a glance at Jurnee’s sexy legs.

“Well, here we are.” Jurnee came to a stop at a closed door. She looked Trevon over, smiled, then knocked on the glossy oak door.

Twenty-eight-year-old CEO of Amatory Erotic Films, Janelle Babin looked up from her Apple iPad tablet. She smiled as Jurnee walked in followed by Trevon.

“Stay, Dino,” she said, giving a command to her loyal pit bull who sat by her feet.

“I found Mr. Harrison,” Jurnee said, pulling at the hem of her tight dress before sitting.

“Glad you could make it, Mr. Harrison.” Janelle had to admit to herself that he was looking good.

“I don’t think LaToria gave me a choice,” he said, sitting next to Jurnee in a separate leather chair.

Janelle and Jurnee exchanged a quick glance. Jurnee shrugged.

“I see you’re already on a first name basis with Kandi.” Janelle was surprised at this because Kandi rarely spoke about her private life. She wanted to be branded as the best in the adult-film industry, which is why she used her screen name exclusively.

“I think I would be with the two of you wanting me to move in with her.”

“Have you made up your mind yet?” Janelle asked him.

Trevon made sure he sat up straight. “Do I have a job?”

Janelle folded her hands. “As I said at my office, you have two of the three assets that I look for. Before I sign you, we need to find out what’s up with the last item.”

Jurnee coughed then stood up. She knew what was about to go down.

“You can stay,” Janelle said with a small grin. “In fact, would you like to see if Mr. Harrison has what it takes to be a porn star?”

Jurnee looked at Trevon and saw the lost look on his handsome face. “I’d love to,” she said.

“Could you stand up and drop your pants, Mr. Harrison?” Janelle whispered.

Trevon looked at the two lovely women. Both returned his incredulous stare. “You serious, right?”

“This is business, Mr. Harrison,” Janelle said without smillng. “I want to see how big your dick is and Jurnee is going to help you get it up.”

Trevon ran a hand down his face. She’s dead ass serious. It does make sense. I’ma be slangin’ dick, so I might as well show them what I’m working with. Please don’t freeze up on me, boy. It’s showtime! Trevon boldly stood and unfastened his monogrammed Gucci belt. Coming up behind him, Jurnee slid her hands up his hard shoulders, brushing her soft lips against his back.

Janelle watched the two without saying a single word. She studied how Jurnee’s hands traveled all over his body. Trevon had the belt undone and was tugging his pants down when Jurnee suddenly shoved her hand down his pants. He groaned, closing his eyes as she pressed her breasts hard into his back. She wrapped her fingers around his dick then slowly jacked her grip up and down its length.

“Pull it out.” Janelle said and crossed her legs. Her pussy throbbed in response to the sight before her.

Jurnee yanked his pants and boxers down, exposing his semi-hard dick. She began to stroke faster while licking and nibbling on his ear.

Janelle moved around the desk for a better view of his dick. Big and black with protruding fat veins. Jurnee stroked it as it continued to grow, elated to see that it was circumcised. Uncircumcised dicks were ugly to her.

“Rub his balls,” Janelle said, standing beside the two. She waited until Jurnee massaged his balls before she wrapped her hand around his shaft.

Trevon moaned again as he felt two warm hands moving all over his dick.

Damn . . . feels so good! I want to bust! I want to fuck something! Trevon opened his eyes and looked at Janelle slowly pumping his dick. He wondered how far the two were willing to go. Suddenly, Janelle released him. Jurnee did the same, walking around to get a clear view of Trevon. He felt a bit awkward as the two women observed his swollen dick.

“You can put him up,” Janelle said with a big smile on her face.

Trevon was afraid to touch himself. He knew he would make a fool of himself if he lost control and bust all over the desk. Taking a deep breath, he reached down to fix his clothes. Gradually, his dick began to shrink. While he was fastening his belt, Janelle gave Jurnee a silent signal to leave.

“I need to use the bathroom,” Jurnee lied, excusing herself from the office.

Trevon sat down once they were alone.

“That’s very impressive.” She nodded toward his crotch from behind her desk. “I believe we could use your talents at my company.” She lowered a hand to rub her pit bull. “I’m willing to give you a chance, Mr. Harrison, so if you’re ready, I have a contract you can read and sign if it’s what you’re expecting.”

Hell, yeah I’m ready! Trevon wanted to jump up and shout, “Let’s do it.”

Janelle reached into the drawer, then pulled out a fifteen page contract.

“Take your time and read it. If you wish to have someone go over it for you, you can do so.”

“I trust you,” he said, knowing he was taking a big risk, but other employment options were not in his favor. If he signed the contract, he would have a job. Not having a job was the root of his issues.

“Read the contract, Mr. Harrison. In this business, trust is rare. Remember that, okay?” She gave him a warm smile, then turned her attention back to the tablet as Trevon started to read the contract.

It was hard for him to focus on the contract because he could not get over one fact. Just mere minutes ago, she had her hand all over my dick! He became focused when he came across the money aspect in the contract.

Swagga had ditched his entourage at Club Bed, then headed to the condo on Fisher Island. Yaffa was lounging in the colorful art deco den on a plush peach leather sofa watching TV.

Outside on the thirtieth floor balcony Swagga and Cindy aka Déjà Pink were smoking Kush and sipping on Patron. The view was amazing. Across the bay was the brightly lit spectacular skyline of downtown Miami and Biscayne Bay. Déjà Pink was a white urban model who had the game on smash. Swagga had featured her thick, sexy ass in three of his rap videos. She had blonde dreads with brown highlights hanging to the middle of her back. Her ocean blue eyes were glass-like from the Kush. Swagga was so open on her body that his safe combination at the crib matched her measurements: 32-25-42. She stood at 5’5” with natural C-cup breasts that Swagga flicked his tongue across as she pulled hard on the Kush while straddling his lap. Swagga had been fucking her for six months. His fetish was her pierced tongue and creamy white skin. The cool breeze coming off the bay blew against her wet pointy nipples. Cindy squealed.

“Stand up and take these off,” Swagga said, tugging at the skintight silver boy shorts. Her dark brown nipples brushed against his lips.

“Let me suck you first.” She tossed the tiny joint over the balcony rail, then slid her pierced tongue inside his mouth while running her fingers through his dreads. Swagga roamed his hands up and down her sexy back as they kissed at a slow pace. Pulling her hands from his dreads, she stood but kept her lips against his. Reaching back, she slid her bottoms off, exposing her naked heart-shaped ass to the world. Goosebumps formed over her butt as another bay cool breeze blew over her ass. Swagga kicked his Jordan’s off and lifted his skinny ass off the chair to push his boxers and jeans down.

At the young age of twenty-two, Cindy had the oral skills of a woman twice her age. Dipping to her knees, she grabbed his dick with both hands, blowing on the tip. She did it a few more times while stroking his shaft.

Swagga watched her. “Don’t tease a nigga,” he said, touching her shoulder.

She ignored him. Licking the tip, she lowered one hand to his balls then eased her pink lips down his dick. She did it slowly while humming.

“Ohhhh . . . suck it right,” he moaned as her mouth slid up and down. “Mmmm . . . yeah, rub my balls. Yessss . . . suck it for me just like I taught you.”

Up and down she slurped at his meat while bouncing his balls on her fingertips. Soft wet pops mixed in with the sound of his escaped moans.

“Don’t stop,” he gasped as he watched her deep throating him. “Damn!”

Déjà Pink had no intentions to stop. She was always out to please him in any form. Anal sex, licking his ass, swallowing his cum, she did it all. She sped up when he began to breathe faster. She had sucked him off enough times to know when he was about to bust. Swirling the steel ball on her tongue around his tip made his eyes cross. Modeling had earned her fame, but not fortune. The condo, the Range Rover, and the monthly vacations were all due to Swagga. She would admit in secret that she only fucked with Swagga because of his money. The dick really was not all that, but she had him fooled. She jerked him off inside her mouth as he began to cum.

Now I can ask him to buy me a new Louis Vuitton bag. She schemed as his milky cum slid down her throat. Cindy turned, bending over the rail. She did not have to wait long before feeling his tongue flicking over her pussy. Deja Pink bit her bottom lip as Swagga began to suck on her pink wet pussy. Life could not get any better.

Back at Janelle’s mansion, Trevon was on the last page of the contract. It stated that he would be given six months to film six DVDs to the company’s requirements. Trevon held the contract in his hands not fully knowing what his future would hold. He hoped he would not freeze up in front of the camera.

All I gotta do is fuck. Eat some pussy and slang dick. That’s it. He was trying to convince himself that it would all work out. Looking up from the contract, he cleared his throat.

Janelle looked up from the tablet after pausing the adult-film she was watching.

“I would like to sign the contract,” Trevon said.

Janelle rubbed her ear. “Will you be able to stay sex free until we film?” she asked.

“I’ve waited fifteen years. What’s a few more weeks?”

She studied him closely from where she sat. She would give him his chance. A chance that she knew he needed. “I hope you’ll take my advice and move in with Kandi.”

He took a few seconds to run the idea through his mind. He did not want to start out by not taking her advice. “Yeah, I’ll move in with her.”

“Good! Now, how about we take care of business.” She slid a pen across the desk, then smiled as Trevon signed his name on the dotted line.

NINE

Trevon found Kandi at the wet bar surrounded by a group of men. He was about to turn around until she saw him. His ego grew when she rudely jumped from the stool to rush toward him.

Damn, she’s so fucking fine! And all that ass! I hope I can—

“How did it go? What did Janelle say? Did you sign?” Kandi asked.

“Calm down,” he said, breathing in her sweet perfume. “Yes, I got the—”

“Yes!” She jumped into his arms. “I told you not to worry.”

Trevon eased his arms around her waist. Hell, she’s happier than I am. Since she was so happy, he went ahead and hinted toward some more equally good news.

“I’m ready to go home,” he said, fighting the urge to squeeze her ass in front of everyone.

She assumed he was speaking of the boarding home. Her wide smile faded.

“I want to see my new room.”

Kandi gasped. “You’re moving in with me?”

He nodded yes.

“Good. Let’s blow this bitch.” She laughed.

They made their exit from the party with Trevon behind the wheel. He was driving with some sense because he had yet to obtain his driver’s license.

“This is where you’ll be sleeping.” Kandi stood in the spacious bedroom as Trevon walked up to the window. “Looking for somebody?” She walked toward the bed and sat down.

“No.” He turned around. “Just taking all this in. One minute I’m an ex-con living in a boarding home and the next I’m staying with a beautiful woman—”

“And, you’ve signed a contract to make some adult films.”

“That’s right.”

Kandi looked at her watch. It was now two minutes to midnight.

“You expecting any company tonight?” he kidded.

To his surprise she answered, “In fact, I am.”

Trevon looked at her, thinking she was bullshitting. He had asked if she had a man and she said no. Did she tell him a damn lie? He knew of Swagga being her ex, so now he assumed she did have a nigga. A midnight visit was a straight up booty call. Trevon was confused. The way she was all over him earlier had him thinking she was feeling him on an emotional level. Shorty ain’t shit but a straight up freak! I can’t trip though. At least she broke me off twice with that bomb head game. His simple male ego challenged him to accept that she was about to get her freak on with a nigga other than himself. If that’s how she gonna be, fuck it! Ain’t ‘bout to sweat it.

“Well, I guess you better get ready before he gets here,” he said, picking up his shoes to put them in the walk-in closet.

Kandi was about to say something, but she held back. “I’ll catch you in the morning,” she said, eyeing him. I need to leave his sexy ass before I be all over that dick!

“A’ight,” he said without looking at her. He wanted her to know that he did not care about her late night booty call. When she left him alone, he sat at the foot of the bed looking aimlessly around the bedroom. He tried to think of anything that did not involve Kandi. Rubbing his baldhead, he thought about his mom and his sister Angie. He would call them tomorrow to see how they were holding up.

Knowing he would also need to visit his P.O., he figured it was time to bring his day to an end. He dropped to the floor and did ten sets of pushups in reps of thirty for a total of 300. Trevon took a quick shower then found comfort on the soft bed. He was thinking about who he would fuck in his first film, when a pair of headlights moved across the wall, shortly followed by the sound of a door closing. Trevon could not ignore his curiosity. He jumped from the bed and rushed to the window, wanting to see the lucky dude that would be with Kandi tonight. The lighting outside hid the figure stepping away from a red Black Series Benz SL65 two-door coupe. Trevon figured it had to be a baller with money. Easing back on the bed, he rolled over on his stomach, folding the pillow over his head. Closing his eyes, he again tried to push any and all thoughts of Kandi and her late night guest from his mind.

Fifteen years in prison had forced Trevon to be a light sleeper. Rolling to his side, he rubbed his face. The sounds that pulled him from his sleep registered in his mind. Through the closed door he heard Kandi moaning over a slow song. Trevon rolled to his back, pulling the pillow over his face and ears. It did not help.

“This some bullshit!” he murmured into the pillow. Sitting up, he looked at the digital clock on the dresser. 2:33 a.m. It was hard to ignore the kitten like purrs that eased into his ears. His dick got hard. “Fuck!” He kicked the covers off and got out of bed and paced the floor. The moans were constant. Trevon slid on the Gucci slippers, then headed for the door in his boxers. He needed a drink. Something strong. Opening the door, he stepped out into the dark hallway. Kem’s “I Can’t Stop Loving You” flowed from the half-open bedroom door. Trevon eased down the hall as Kandi kept moaning at the top of her lungs. He allowed his mind to picture what was going on, wishing he was inside her, beating the pussy up.

“Damn!” He grabbed his hard rock dick.

Kandi tried to keep one eye focused on the door while her lover lapped at her wet, juicy pussy.

“Yesss!” she shouted. “Eat my pussy. Uuhhhhmmmm . . . my clit!”

The music was turned up loud. The lights were on as well for a certain reason. Kandi grabbed her titties, squeezing them. Between her juicy thighs was Jurnee.

The two had been sexing each other for nearly a year. Jurnee slowly licked her pussy using all of her tongue. It got so good to Kandi, that she missed the sight of Trevon strolling past the door.

Trevon looked back twice to take in the sight of Kandi and Jurnee. He had assumed wrong about a dude coming to see Kandi. In the kitchen he sat at the table with a glass of orange juice. He had changed his mind on the alcohol. He was lost in his thoughts when Jurnee tiptoed into the kitchen.

“Did we wake you up?” Her voice was gentle and warm.

His head snapped up. Jurnee leaned against the wall with her arms crossed under her breasts. A mesh silk gown wrapped around her sexy frame. Just as he started to answer, Kandi strutted down the hall butt ass naked. She stopped behind Jurnee and ran her hand under her gown, palming her bare ass. Jurnee winked at Trevon, and turned to kiss Kandi on the mouth. Trevon slid his chair away from the table. Kandi opened Jurnee’s gown and Trevon licked his lips at the sight of Jurnee’s shaved pussy. Kandi had a small strip of hair between her thighs. The two women kissed briefly, before facing Trevon.

“We know about the contract,” Kandi said, striding up to him and pulling his dick out of his boxers. “You can’t get no pussy until you make your first film,” she purred, looking at his hard dick.

Trevon looked at Kandi as Jurnee came up beside her. The two women exchanged a quick glance. Jurnee went down to her knees in front of Trevon and rubbed her hands up and down his legs.

“Lindo,” Jurnee murmured in Spanish. “Nice,” she translated the word.

“It tastes as good as it looks.” Kandi stood beside Trevon rubbing his shoulders and chest.

Jurnee took his hardened flesh in her hands. “May I?” she asked, gazing up at him. “Oh, my golden rule. Just go for what you know, papi.”

Trevon ran his fingers through her hair as Kandi stuck her wet tongue in his ear. The spark was lit. Inches from the kitchen table, he sat moaning and twitching with his dick in Jurnee’s mouth. She took her time to savor every inch of him. Her soft lips massaged his full length in ways that made his knees weak. She flicked and twisted her tongue all over his manhood, while juggling his balls in her palm. Three minutes ticked off with no change in her steady pace.

“I wanna see you do it, Big Daddy,” Kandi purred against his ear. “Let me see you cum in her hot mouth.”

Jurnee had a smooth medium pace set. The top of her head moved back and forth, titties wobbling nonstop.

“Oooohhh . . . Jurnee,” Trevon moaned, looking at the top of her head. Suddenly she stopped and stood to wipe the corners of her wet lips. Grinning, she looked at Kandi. The two gave each other a high five, leaving Trevon speechless.

“We tag teamin’ up in here!” Kandi squatted in front of Trevon and took over where Jurnee had stopped.

Trevon, through all the lust and excitement, could sense the difference with Kandi. She seemed to be more impassioned with sucking him. Her soft whimpers were driving him over the edge. Beside him, Jurnee placed one foot up on the chair, vigorously fingering herself toward a climax. Her eyes zeroed in on his dick pumping in and out of Kandi’s mouth. All three chanted their ecstasy as if in chorus.

Kandi was in fact, deep into sucking Trevon’s dick. Right now she could not explain why she was so open with him. She had not known him for twenty-four hours and for the what—third or fourth time his dick was in her mouth punching her throat. Lost in her zone she urged him to thrust deeper by palming his ass. Breaking the connection, Jurnee gently pulled her away. Again, Trevon was left unattended.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom.” Jurnee looked down at his dick and could tell he was close to his climax. Even the look on his face gave truth to her thoughts. “Learn to control yourself, Trevon. On film you’ll face times like this when you’ll have to stop.”

“She’s right, Smooch,” Kandi added while kneading Jurnee’s ass.

“Smooch?” Jurnee frowned.

Kandi giggled. “I just made that up. Look at his lips. When I first saw him I just had the urge to kiss him. So . . . Smooch. Get it?”

“Girl, the only smooching you’ve been doing is sucking that—” Jurnee nodded at his still hard penis. “Succulent piece he’s working with. And I don’t blame you at all.”

“What’s going on here?” Trevon asked with a lost look on his face.

“Business.” Jurnee crossed her arms. “Mixed with a bit of pleasure. We see you love some good head, but I wanna see how good you can give it.”

“Me first,” Kandi said.

Trevon followed Jurnee and Kandi into the bedroom. Once they were all undressed, Jurnee made him lie still and watch as she and Kandi ate each other out. Jurnee was serious when she spoke to him and showed him how a woman wanted to be touched. Paying attention to this course was one he planned to ace.