Nude Awakening II (21 page)

So in truth, he'd sexed eight different women since being released out of the joint on August 17th of last year. A touch of sadness moved him when he thought of Brooke Vee. From what he was told, she was murdered not even two hours after he left her crib. He felt guilty that he knew nothing about her.
Damn. I don't even know the name of her little girl
,
he thought. Sighing, he realized that life could hold no promise of tomorrow. Above all, he was through dealing with matters of his heart!

Wanting to get out of the house, he got Coogi down to the socks and then hit the streets at 4:40 pm. The triple chrome Rucci rims twinkled under the XJL as he cruised north along 7th Avenue with the two 15-inch subs bumping in the trunk. Drake's “HYFR” was hitting so hard that he left the song on repeat. His Jag turned heads as he pushed the sedan with one wrist draped over the wheel. He saw his world through a pair of light green Versace shades, and he realized that 90% of the women that looked his way was his own doing. The wet candy paint, the big rims and glossy thin rubber band tires, and the dumping sound system. It all screamed “look what I got!”

For those reasons, he collected eight new phone numbers from ladies that waved him down, hoping to fill that empty passenger seat inside his Jag. He told none of the women about his
job
. All they saw was a black man balling. As dusk began to blanket Miami, he spotted a red McLaren MP4-12C at an intersection at 183rd Street.

Grinning, he flicked the headlights a few times, and then made a call on the hands free phone system.

“Yes, Trevon,” Janelle answered with Alicia Keys “Unthinkable” playing in the background.

“I see you're out ballin' tonight. Switched up your Lambo for the McLaren.”

“Where are you?”

“At the red light to your left. Behind a taxi. Where you going?”

“I'm still mad at you for changing that script. But since I like you, I'ma let it slide, again.”

“You know you can't stay mad at me. But yo, where you headed?”

“Nowhere fast. Just cruising.”

“Me too.”

“You coming to my party?”

“Wouldn't miss it for nothin'.”

“Good, because I want you to meet your next cast mate for your next film.”

“Ai'ight I'll be there, boss lady,” he promised.

***

Jamilah was moving to Atlanta, and Swagga would be the last to know. Her little insurance scheme was a dead issue, pun intended due to D-Hot's murder. She was alone since Art had bounced out on her without a kiss goodbye. Too much was on her shoulders to deal with.
Does Swagga know I was in on the two hits? Who killed D-Hot? Am I next?
To make matters worse, she had taken a call from Nashlly three days ago. In the simplest terms, Nashlly told her that Swagga was unaware of the shit
they
tried to pull, and it would stay that way. She also admitted that she had her cousin drop a dime on Art and Veto. As for why? This too she was direct and blunt with.

“Swagga is
my
money ticket now, so all y'all bitches can step back!”

CHAPTER

Since the weather was permitting, Janelle's RSVP party was being held outdoors under the faint lambent full moon. Greenish lights lit up the palm trees that lined the infinity edge pool, creating a serene ambience. Men and women of nearly every nationality were in attendance at Janelle's Sunset Island mansion.

Lounging out by the pool sipping a lemon daiquiri, Jurnee stood with four other women. She was keeping admired looks her way by flaunting her shapely figure in a gold sequined and mesh dress that clung high above her knees. Her skin had a soft radiant glow of gold that matched the new highlights in her hair. Without being vain, she
knew
she was on top of her game tonight.

Five men and two women had approached her in just an hour of her showing her face. They were all thoughtfully turned down. DJ Kay Slay had the sounds of “Fucking You Tonight” by Biggie Smalls and R. Kelly playing at a respectable level for the swanky partygoers.

You must be used to me spending,

and all that sweet wining and dining,

well I'm fucking you tonight . . .

And another one . . .

Jurnee was telling a story about a blunder that happened to her once during a film when one of the girls nodded toward her.

“Excuse me, ladies.” Trevon snuck up behind Jurnee, easing his hands down to her soft prodigious hips. “I need to speak to my manager for a second.”

“Hi Trevon,” two of the girls cooed in unison. Both were admirers of his debut film.

Trevon didn't speak again until he was alone with Jurnee. “You still giving me the silent treatment?”

“I've been in touch by e-mail and text,” she nonchalantly replied without bothering to turn around. “Plus, I sent you a tweet yesterday.”

“You still trippin' off that gun?” he asked, brushing his lips against her ear.

“We still cool.” She shivered from his closeness. “But I meant what I said. As long as it's under your roof, I won't be visiting you.”

“Nah, your sexy ass is just stubborn, that's all.”

She shrugged, taking another sip of her drink.

“I got rid of it,” he said as he moved around her luscious body.

“When?” She looked at him, shifting her stance in the strappy Manolo Blahnik heels.

“After the funeral,” he replied, adjusting his silk and black-green tie.

Jurnee pushed a curly wisp of hair off her cheek. “I might need to check for myself.” She smirked, wondering if he realized how bad her body was missing him.

“Ai'ight, we can make that happen as soon as we leave.”

“And who said I'll be leaving with you?” she asked with one eyebrow lifted.

“I did,” he proclaimed with a grin tugging the corners of his lips. “Where your girl Ariana at?”

“Home. She has a big test coming up.”

Trevon looked at her delicious glossy lips, remembering how they felt around his tool. His desire for her was too strong to neglect. “Stay with me tonight,” he said.

She smiled at him. “You miss me, papi?” She touched his face as the attraction between them grew by the second.

“Hell yeah,” he groaned, easing his hands back on her hips. “I wanna wake up with you in my arms. How that sound?”

She rubbed his earlobe. “It's not
how
it sounds . . . I'm more concerned about
how
it will feel to have you back up in me. And since it's been a while I want it all night long.”

“Um, you sho' know how to make my dick hard.” He bit his bottom lip and then squeezed her wide hips. “You like that song that's on right now?”

She nodded. Her center became moist between her thighs.

“Good, ‘cause that's what I'ma do to your sexy ass tonight.”

“Show me better than you can tell me, papi,” she said as her nipples stiffened.

Disregarding their public presence, their lips met in an open-mouthed kiss. Jurnee relished the kiss, tilting her head and sucking on his tongue. A soft breeze caressed her exposed arms and legs. Their brief titillating moment ceased when the deejay got on the mic. Trevon kissed her lightly on her nose with his yearning for her written all over his face.

Jurnee noticed a few eyes turned her way as she stepped back from Trevon's embrace.

“You taste as good as you look,” he said, adjusting the lapel of his pin-striped white and green single-breasted suit.

“C'mere.” She licked her thumb and then wiped off a smudge of lipstick from his sexy lips.

“Where's Janelle?” he asked as DJ Kay Slay made an announcement about the food being ready to serve.

“Somewhere with Victor,” she told him. “Um, look over by the rock garden. See the girl in the white backless dress?”

“Uh . . . shit. Who is that sexy lady next to her in that black dress?” he asked, rubbing his chin. “You know I gotta taste for older women.”

Jurnee rolled her eyes. “She's married, so stop lusting.” She hit his arm with her elbow.

“Who is she?” Trevon checked the woman out.

“That's Jamie Foster Brown.”

“Word! Damn, she sexy as hell! What she doing here?”

“She's doing an interview on Janelle for her magazine. Now pay attention. The girl in the white dress.”

“What about ‘er?”

“How does she look to you?”

“Ai'ight, kinda slim but sexy. Nice little ass. Look like Tracey Edmonds a lil' bit. Why you pointing her out?”

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?