Nude Awakening II (10 page)

“You noticed?”

“Uh, yeah.”

Trevon scratched his eyebrow. “I thought I was being followed for a minute. At first, I thought it was my probation officer, but he drives a Tahoe. I guess I was just trippin'.”

Jurnee assumed it was Kandi or Martellus, since she had no idea where the two assholes were. Sure, Kandi had said she was leaving Miami, but right now Jurnee had no trust in Kandi. Biting her words, she refused to even mention Kandi's name. “Who do you think it was? And how long were we followed?”

Trevon handed Jurnee her glass. “Nah, it ain't nothing. I'm just buggin' out. Let's enjoy the moment.”

“This will be my only glass for tonight,” she told him. “So the rest of the bottle is all yours.”

“What? You trying to get me drunk again, so you can take advantage of me when we go home?” he joked.

Jurnee laughed. “Papi, you know I don't need to do that.”

“What's on your mind?” he asked after taking a long drink of the Grey Goose.

“Um . . . you ever had a threesome?”

He shook his head. “I uh, can't count what I did with you and—”

“Don't even mention her name,” she interrupted. “So would you like to do a threesome?”

“Janelle has one set up in the making for me.”

“I'm talking about your private life, papi. Being with two women is an art. What you did with me and you know who was just oral sex. When you have to split that dick between two women you better know what you're doing.”

“And let me guess. You wanna show me how it's done?”

Smiling, she nodded yes. “I could hook it up.”

“When? I mean, who would the other girl be?”

“Soon,” she said, looking around the club. “You just sit back and let me handle it.”

Trevon laid his hand on her leg and then whispered in her ear, “I never forgot your golden rule, so I'll remind you of it. Just go for what you know.”

“That's so true, papi,” She uncrossed her legs. “And I need you to keep that in mind as you move on with your life. Do what makes you happy. Enjoy your freedom most of all. And don't deal with matters of your heart too much.” She pointed at his chest. “Many men would pay to be in your position, so don't blow it because someone else made a stupid mistake.”

“You really care about me, huh?”

“Sure I do, papi. I'm just a real ass woman.”

“And a gorgeous one too.”

She blushed. “Let's do something wild tonight.” Jurnee fingered her long, silky black ringlets over her left shoulder.

“What do you have in mind?”

Jurnee leaned closer, her soft moist lips sent a chill down his spine when she kissed his ear. “Let's get a room tonight, papi. I want to make your fantasy come true. Let me share you with another woman. It will make me sooo hot to see you fucking somebody else while she eats my pussy.”

“With no regrets?”

“None.” She licked his ear and then slid her hand down to his lap. “Mmm, I knew it would be hard,” she cooed, rubbing his large erection.

“Damn, what would I do without you?”

She squeezed his erection. “Dream about me.”

“You ready to go?”

Jurnee tilted her head. “We just got here,” she pointed out.

“The club will be here tomorrow. All I got on my—” He paused, looking toward the exit.

“What is it?” she asked alarmed.

“Don't look, but Swagga's homeboy, D-Hot just came in through the back door.”

 

CHAPTER

Eleven

A Table for Three-Some?

Are you sure you wanna do this tonight?” Rick asked Swagga from the front passenger seat of Swagga's Bentley Brooklands.

“Yeah, bruh. I gotta get back on my grind! Fuck all these ‘hos and all this bullshit. Them niggas at Cash Money and Maybach Music Group is munchin' in record sales. I ‘on't give a fuck what time it is. I need to be in the studio.”

Rick turned back, and then made a call to ensure the securing would be in place for Swagga's spur of the moment visit to the recording booth. The Bentley was being closely followed by two of Rick's men in a black tinted Tahoe. No chances were being taken. It was Rick's job to keep Swagga alive, and failure was not on Rick's list. Things moved fast and in accordance once Swagga reached the studio. Rick could see that Swagga was driven to be number one. It was all business tonight, not a groupie in sight. With the lights dim, Swagga went into a zone once the heavy bass filled his headphones. He bobbed his head, bouncing on his toes.

“Jeah! Uh-huh . . . Swagga in da buildin'! Jeah!” He went on hyping himself up for a freestyle flow. Nearing the microphone, he showed why he wasn't to be overlooked in the rap game.

I thank the Lord for my wrist. I just whip it and go

Cookin' crack is my hobby. I got dat straight drop dope

Sell it all by today. I'm tryna accomplish my goal.

Dat forty stuck on my waist just in case dey kick in my do'

Had a dream gettin' money, ‘til I woke up an' got it

Much respect to dem junkies, dey help me double my profit

Daddy wasn't around. Momma strung out on dope

Went and copped a few yams, then I nevah seen broke

. . . I got dem racks—

Rick's focus on Swagga was broken when his cell phone rung. Pulling it from his hip, he moved quickly to the corner once the coded number for Fritz appeared on the screen.

“Is there a problem?” Rick asked, being pessimistic.

“None at all, mon,” Fritz replied, using his accent. “Jus' lettin' ya know dat me caught up wit' ya issue. Me been him shadow an' him don' even know it. Tings not lookin' too heavy like ya explain. Me guessin' he not ‘spectin' no trouble.”

“He still in town?”

“Yeah. Clubbin' wit' a fine lady.”

“Okay. Just do what you do, but don't forget how I want it done.”

“I neva fahget da rules to me biz.”

“Good. So is there anything else you need to tell me?”

“Naw. Just wanna give you an update.”

“Okay. I'll relay the message to my boss.”

“You do dat. Till next time.”

Rick ended the short call with a sigh of relief. He didn't feel at ease discussing the hit over the phone, even if it was worded in code. Going back to his security post, he listened to Swagga's voice filling the studio. He figured he'd tell Swagga the news after everything was done here tonight. Rick wanted Swagga to remain focused on his music and not the bullshit concerning hiring Fritz to commit murder. Playing it safe, Rick pulled his cell phone from his hip again to delete Fritz's call.

***

Back at Club Taste Me, Trevon and Jurnee had managed to slip out of VIP without being spotted by D-Hot. Down on the dance floor, Jurnee had to pull Trevon along with her. Moving to the center of the crowded floor, she began to dance with him, using his body like a pole. Trevon enjoyed having Jurnee in his arms, and her moves defied her age of forty-one. With her arms around his neck and his hands glued to her hips, she danced like a stripper to Rihanna's “What's My Name?” Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the moment and his freedom. After staying on the dance floor through five songs, Jurnee motioned Trevon to lower his ear to her lips. “Hey,” she shouted over a new hit by 2 Chainz. “Meet me over by the ice sculpture in thirty minutes. I see an old friend at the bar.”

Trevon looked up over the crowd toward the S-shaped bar. A bounty of beautiful women were standing and sitting along the green LED lit bar. “Which one is she?”

“Stop being so nosey.” She grinned. “Ain't forgot about our ménage, so let me do my thang, papi.” Before he could reply, she rose up on her toes to tongue him down. When they parted ways, Jurnee danced her way off the dance floor headed straight for the bar. She prided herself on her unique talent of being able to point out a bisexual woman at first glance. There were certain traits that couldn't be hidden nor overlooked by Jurnee's proven eye. In truth, she had told Trevon a small white lie. She knew none of the lovely women lined up along the bar. Jurnee was hunting, stalking for someone special that would cater to her needs tonight. Three times she was stopped by men seeking her attention. She turned all of them down. The women in her view came in so many assorted sizes and colors. It was at the end of the bar near the waterfall when her intuition went off. Smiling, she sauntered up to the cute Tamar Braxton look-alike with a friendly, confident smile. “Care for some company?” Jurnee asked over the loud music.

The woman gasped when she got a clear look at Jurnee. Her reaction caught Jurnee off guard to say the least. “OMG!” The woman stood, staring at Jurnee with both hands up to her mouth.

Jurnee frowned. “Ummm . . . are you okay?”

The woman blushed. “Yeah! I know who you are, and if I'm wrong . . . But you're that porn star. Honey Drop, right?”

Jurnee couldn't recall the last time she was noticed in public by a female fan. “Yes, I'm Honey Drop and—”

“OMG! I can't believe this! I have
all
of your films and I'm like—your biggest, biggest fan! And to finally meet you in person! Gosh, you're so beautiful too!”

“So I guess I can buy you a drink?”

“Not in a million years! But I'll buy you one.”

Jurnee's plan would now have to be played by the moment. Sitting at the bar, she ordered a glass of vodka and cranberry juice. Before the drink arrived, she learned her new friend was only twenty-five and her name was Ariana. Around them, the club was rocking to Flo Rida's “Wild Ones”.

“So you're a fan of porn?” Jurnee asked Ariana in her effort to break the walls between them.

“I love it!” Ariana confessed. “I bet it's so wild to have sex with so many good looking men! And to be honest, I enjoyed those few girl on girl films you did a few years back.”

“Really?” Jurnee smiled. “It's nice to meet a true fan, and being that you're a female is . . . special.”

Ariana was beyond star-struck. “Can I get a picture with you? I'd like to post it on my social sites.”

“I don't think it would be a problem,” Jurnee said, leaning close against Ariana's ear.

“And could I pretty please get your autograph too?”

Jurnee nodded, showing no ego over her fame. “Relax, okay. Whatever I can do to make you happy tonight. Consider it done.”

Ariana took a sip of her fruity cocktail in an effort to calm her excitement.

“You're a very beautiful woman,” Jurnee said, facing Ariana. “Have you ever thought about doing porn? You know I know the right people.” She winked.

Jurnee was being completely honest with her view. Ariana was on the slender side, but her small frame was curvy and nearly matched the looks of Kelly Rowland.

Ariana blushed. “It's my fantasy,” she admitted. “But it's something I could never ever do.”

“Why not? Is there a boyfriend at home?”

Ariana sighed. “No, I'm single right now. But the real reason is because doing porn wouldn't mix too well with my career goals. I'm studying for my DVM–Doctor of Veterinary Medicine.”

“So you're intelligent and sexy.”

“Thank you,” Ariana said, being modest. “Um, are you really done with porn? Like, I really, really enjoy watching you.”

Jurnee shrugged. “Those days are over for me, sweetie.”

“Do you come here often?” Ariana asked politely.

“Not much. How about you?”

“Oh, about once a month.”

“Just to unwind, huh?”

Ariana nodded. “A girl still has her needs if you know what I mean.”

Jurnee took a sip of her drink and then crossed her thick legs. Just as she hoped, Ariana lowered her eyes to view her shapely legs. “Did you see the film I made titled,
Honey Drop for Two
?”

Ariana blinked. “It's one of my favorites! You and that other girl wore that one brother out!”

“Have you ever done a threesome before?”

“I did it in my dreams,” Ariana said, fanning herself. “Like I mentioned, I live out my wildness by watching porn and doing my solo thang with my toys.”

“Ain't no wrong in that, baby.”

Ariana smiled. “Do you enjoy being with girls off the camera?”

“Yes, I'm bisexual, Ariana, and it's a part of my life that I don't hide. Does that answer your question?”

“Yes, it does.”

“Have you been with a woman before?”

Ariana blushed again. “Why ask a question when you already know the answer?”

“It's not good to assume things.”

“So is it true?”

“What?”

Ariana touched the back of Jurnee's hand. “That you really taste like honey when you climax?”

Jurnee eyed Ariana up and down with lust in her eyes. “Would you like to find out for yourself?”

Ariana suddenly felt lightheaded. Calming herself, she nodded yes. “I would love to have sex with you.”

“How about I make tonight really special for you?”

“You're already doing that.”

Jurnee looked at the revealing dress Ariana had on. With its deep, plunging neckline, she was able to see the sides of Ariana's small, but perky breasts. “I can make your fantasy come true.”

Ariana waited a few seconds before she spoke. “I just need to have some fun with no strings attached. If you can help me with that, I'm down.”

“Okay, before we leave, I'd like you to meet someone. That's if you don't already know him.”

***

Trevon couldn't believe how his night was turning out. He had left the club twenty minutes ago, and was now following Jurnee and her new sexy friend, Ariana. When Jurnee arrived at the ice sculpture with Ariana in tow, he was speechless. The three got quickly acquainted, and Trevon was all smiles when Ariana proved she was a true fan of his debut film. They all knew the lust was heavy tonight, and each was willing to act on it. Trevon slowed his XJL when the brake lights lit up on Ariana's burgundy 2006 Escalade ahead. He was filled with wild sexual ideas in his head as he turned into the parking area at the Betsy Hotel. Jurnee and Ariana went up to the room alone, leaving Trevon down in the cozy lobby. Jurnee assured him that his wait wouldn't be long. She also explained how she wanted Ariana to be fully relaxed and ready before the threesome started. Trevon didn't mind the wait. He just hoped he would be able to please both women to their fullest content, while doing all he could to crush any and all thoughts of LaToria. Thirty minutes later, he received a text message from Jurnee.

Cum on up papi. We R ready 4 U

***

Trevon later entered room 37 at twenty minutes past midnight. He was greeted by darkness and the smell of perfume. Closing the door, it took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. Moving along a black leather sofa, he came to a halt when he spotted Jurnee's catsuit tossed on the arm. He picked it up, knowing how pleased Ariana must be feeling to have unwrapped Jurnee of her clothes. Down by his green gator shoes, he saw a pair of blue panties. He tried to picture the erotic image of the women kissing and touching each other as they removed their clothes. He was about to turn on the lights when he heard a faint moan coming from the back of the large suite. Dropping Jurnee's catsuit, he figured it was time to make his fantasy a reality. Rounding a section of the wall, he found Jurnee and Ariana on top of the rumpled sheets in bed. To his left he saw the shades were drawn back on the floor-to-ceiling glass doors that led to the balcony. The full moon threw erotic shadows created by Jurnee and Ariana against the wall.

Trevon moved closer to the bed as Jurnee slurped loudly between Ariana's slender, long legs.

“Mmm . . . right there! Right there!” Ariana cried while she tweaked her thimble-shaped nutmeg colored nipples.

Jurnee shook her head and lips against Ariana's wet pussy with her bare ass up in the air. She lapped her tongue between Ariana's thin pussy lips, relishing the new taste that filled her mouth.

Trevon removed his clothes as Jurnee continued to attack Ariana with her skilled, wet tongue. Once he was naked, he made his presence known by sliding his hand up between Jurnee's soft ass cheeks. She responded by wiggling and pushing her ass in his direction. Standing above the two women, he was unable to remove his eyes off them. Instinctively, he kept sliding his fingers up and down the length of Jurnee's ass. She began to buck wildly each time he pressed a finger against her asshole. His dick grew solid and throbbed with each beat of his heart.