Big Juicy Lips (24 page)

D
ane’s knees weakened; his dick pulsed the instant Felice opened the door. “Damn!” Dane blurted out, but the utterance was not a compliment. The black stretch lace, strappy, thong-back teddy with a snap crotch she wore displayed her curves and big boobs in a way that gave her an unfair advantage before the party even got started. The black and silver whore heels she was rocking didn’t help his dick dilemma either.

“Where’s my present?” She stuck an indignant hand on her sexy hip.

“In the ride,” Dane quipped.

“Go get it.” She gave him a coy smile.

“You sure?” He sounded amused.

“Yeah, I’m sure. You promised.”

“Aiight, peep this…Misty ain’t trying to hook you up with no more gigs.”

“What?” Her head whipped toward him, her eyes narrowed in skepticism.

“Have you heard from her lately?”

“No, I keep getting her voicemail. But I know she’s gon’ hook me up in a minute. Shit, I lost my job over that bitch.”

“For real?”

“Yeah, they caught me on camera with her and some young buck while I was on the clock.”

“Damn shame. So, how’d you get along with the young buck?”

“He was cute.” Felice shrugged indifferently.

“Is that right?” Dane’s voice took on a low tone.

“He had a big-ass dick, too,” she threw in. Then, remembering her financial condition, a scowl creased her face.

“Did he bang out that coochie longer than I can?”

“What?” Her thoughts were on making ends meet.

“Did the young buck make you cum?”

“Nah, baby. He ain’t have nothing on you,” she cooed. “But, look…being that I’m in a financial bind…”

“You ain’t gotta sweat nothing; I gotchu.” He dug inside his pocket and extracted three bills that he’d gotten from Troy earlier that night. “Here you go. Got more for you tomorrow, if you act right.”

“I’m always sweet to you.”

“I need you to be extra sweet tonight. Is that cool?”

Felice nodded and smiled enthusiastically, knowing she’d have Dane exploding in less than ten minutes.

“You’re in demand with the customers. Did you know that?”

She shook her head.

“Misty didn’t like that. She made me lose money behind being jealous of you,” he lied easily. “So, being that I always put business before pleasure, I had to fire Misty’s lil’ ass for making bad decisions.” He softly stroked Felice’s chin. “If you play your part right, you might end up with Misty’s position. Yeah, I had my baby girl living a lavish lifestyle…”

Aw, yeah. This shit is on!
Felice was ready to suck, fuck and even give up some butt—whatever. Top bitch status and all its trapings was swiftly moving in her direction. She lifted her fluttery fake lashes, her hot gaze connected with his. Lust shone in his eyes…along with something else.

“That young buck, Monroe was bragging…”

“I didn’t know you and Monroe were friends.”

“Closer. He’s my little cousin. Well, we’re not related by blood, but we call ourselves cousins. Anyway, the young buck been bragging that he banged out your pussy, said he made you cum two…three times—”

“That’s a lie…”

“Whatever. I need you to prove a point for me.”

“Okay.” Felice got an instant image of a new, laid-out apartment and new wheels. It was time to raise up out of the ghetto.

“I want you to do me and my boy…together. But you gotta make sure you cum for me; even if you have to fake it. You feel me, shawty? I can’t have that youngin’ thinking he can fuck my woman better than I can.”

“You want me to fuck both of y’all?”

“It’s up to you.” He held his palms up nonchalantly. “He’s outside waiting to hear from me. Should I invite him up?” Dane pulled out his cell phone.

Felice fidgeted, folded her arms across her big breasts and then forced calm into her voice. “Yeah, you can invite him.” She felt suddenly exposed in her barely-there teddy. She wasn’t emotionally prepared to have two pairs of male eyes appraise her, two sets of hands touching her, or two dicks alternately prodding and plunging inside her. On second thought,
Mmm
. Her sex walls tightened in anticipation. She drew in a breath of air to compose herself, but couldn’t stop the tingling sensation or the shivering goose bumps that accompanied the idea of getting dick from two pretty mufuckas. Felice was proud to take Misty’s spot—top bitch in charge.

A Dutch was passed around, shots of straight Hennessy guzzled down. Felice couldn’t recall how the sexual aspect of the party had gotten started, but somehow they’d all ended up naked and in her bed. She lay on her back, Monroe beside her, lying on his side, his head resting on the pillow next to her. He squeezed one of her breasts, hungry lips pulled on her protruding nipple.

At the foot of the bed, Dane spread her legs wide. “Your puffy pussy looks good, baby. Big juicy lips—red and wet,” he groaned, trailing a finger up her slit, separating her swelling inner lips.

Curious, Monroe twisted around, maneuvering downward, positioning his long body in a way that tangled the three bodies, but enabled him to view the blossoming vulva. Aroused by her rose-colored petals, Monroe groaned and raised his hips, offering Felice his lengthened shaft to nurture with her warm mouth. Felice obliged. Grasping his length, she dragged her tongue across the smooth head of his dick, arousing him to harsh shuddering and heavy breathing. Slowly, she licked her way down to his balls. She recalled how Misty had worked on Monroe’s nuts at Hades. Misty’s thumb, along with Monroe’s dick, was inserted inside Felice’s hot pussy. Misty’s other four fingers curled around his nuts, bringing both Felice and Monroe to a powerful, screaming orgasm.

Stroking his dick, Felice licked Monroe’s scrotum, figuring she might as well knock him off quickly so she could really throw herself into the thrilling tongue job Dane was giving. Sucking up pussy juice, while racking his tongue across her clit, was wonderfully torturous. Clit licks made her bud harden, had it sticking out like a mini-dick. She let go of Monroe’s dick, reached down groping for Dane’s head, yearning to guide his lips to her clit, but Monroe’s body was a barrier between her hand and Dane’s head.

Frantic, she tore her mouth away from Monroe’s taut scrotum. “Suck it,” she cried out in desperation. Her fists clenched around Monroe’s dick, her hips writhed pleadingly. Dane ignored her clit, but continued licking her velvety slit. His fervent tongue sloshed quickly, probing deeply. Giving in to a more acute and carnal urge, he reached upward, stilling her moving hand by covering it with his own, and brushing her hand away from the throbbing appendage. Dane ceased eating pussy and put a tight grip around Monroe’s dick. “You like fish better than dick?” Dane barked, hand swiftly stroking Monroe’s long, hard rod.

Monroe flinched. “Hell, no, man. You know what I like.”

What the fuck!
Felice gasped in shock. She looked downward. Proving his words truthful, Monroe buried his face in Dane’s crotch, drew Dane’s thickness into in his mouth, sucking dick just like a bitch. Meanwhile, Dane gave Monroe a hand job with a palm that was lubricated with juice from Felice’s wet pussy.

Suddenly, Felice was given a shove so hard, she landed on the floor. Hurt and confused, her coochie unattended, she crouched by the side of the bed. With her chin resting on the top of her hands, she watched in horny horror while the two men curled in the sixty-nine position, gave each other head. Her vagina, callously abandoned, throbbed with need.

W
here the hell is he?
Groggy and sore after lying in bed, sleeping off and on for the past four days, Misty stumbled around the bedroom. The stench of urine filled the room. Judging by the hardened, dull, yellowish stain on the sheets, she’d fucked around and peed the damn bed. Now, what kind of shit was that? And where the fuck was Brick? His ass should have been looking out for her. What happened? Had she gotten drunk? How could Brick be so trifling? The linen needed to be stripped and the pissy mattress needed to be scrubbed. Why would he let her lie around in pee-stained sheets? And why did her head hurt so badly?

Bumping into walls and furniture, she staggered around the apartment, searching for Brick. She stumbled into the bathroom, splashed cold water on her face, trying to clear her head, trying to make sense of things.

She had to find Brick. Now, where did Brick and Shane hang out? Wait a minute, something didn’t feel right. S
hane is dead!
She dropped her head; sorry she’d recalled the death of the love of her life.
But, hold up!
She’d found a new Shane, hadn’t she?
Yeah!
Shit was starting to come back. Her new man’s name was Dane. She remembered him teasing and pleasing her coochie with his finger…Misty shook her head. Shit wasn’t adding up. Where was Brick while she and Dane were freaking?
Oh!
She suddenly, remembered.
I took him over my mom’s
. Flooded with relief, Misty reached for the phone and called her mother.

The call went to voicemail. “Mom!” Her voice sounded scratchy, she cleared her throat. “Tell Brick to call me as soon as you get this message. It’s real important.”

She hung up and attempted to piece together a plan. She would hook up with Brick. She was too drowsy to drive. Brick could drive her to Monroe’s crib so she could find out what was up with Dane. Hmm. She scratched her head. Dane had taken the keys to her ride before. She peeked through the blinds in the kitchen, looked down to where her whip should have been parked. It was gone.

The sneaky bastard was driving around in her whip. What the fuck was wrong with him? She wondered how long she’d been asleep. She squinted at the phone, watched the date scroll across, and was shocked to discover that four days had gone by.

He must have drugged me!
That realization infuriated Misty. She picked up the phone and stabbed a button with her finger. She got his voicemail. “Bring my fucking truck back before I call the police!” she snarled into the handset. Fuming, she walked in circles, paced, sat down, jumped back up.

Where the hell were her mother and Brick? Her mother probably had the TV volume up so loud, she couldn’t hear the phone. She called her mother’s house again. She picked up.

“I shouldn’t have picked up. I should do you the way you do me and only talk to you when I’m good and damn ready. Do you know how many messages I’ve left on your phone?” Thomasina said, agitated.

“What’s wrong? Why are you screaming in my ear? Dang!”

“Oh, cut the innocent crap, you little criminal. You stole my identity and now I’m in all kinds of hellish trouble. I’ll tell you one thing, Misty, if you call my house again, I’m going to turn your ass in. Career criminals shouldn’t be mingling with the public. If you weren’t my flesh and blood, I’d have you arrested and locked up for the rest of your natural life,” Thomasina fumed, her voice trembling with rage.

“Mommy, stop screaming at me. My head hurts. I think Dane drugged me.” Her mind raced as she tried to figure out a way to placate her mother. “I didn’t steal anything from you. What’s going on?”

“What’s going on?” Thomasina shouted, ignoring Misty’s pleas for a lower tone of voice. “I received a statement from some internet bank. I can’t believe my own child stole my identity.”

“No, I did…”

“Misty, stop lying. You opened a bank account in my name and then turned around and transferred all the money in someone else’s name.”

Misty’s heart leaped in her chest and began banging in terror. “I didn’t transfer anything.”

“You deposited over two hundred thousand dollars in a bank account…”—Thomasina drew in a deep breath—“in
my
goddamn name,” she shouted. “How could you do something like that to me?” Thomasina’s voice cracked.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d be mad. But don’t worry. I didn’t transfer any funds. The money should still be there.” Her eyes darted about anxiously.

“Do you realize the kind of trouble you’ve caused? What the hell am I supposed to do? The bank reports large deposits to the IRS. And another thing…where’s your truck? The expensive truck that’s also in my name?”

“I’m not sure,” Misty mumbled, feeling dumb.

“Well, let me break the news…The insurance company called and said they found the truck stripped and abandoned. They said it’s no good to anybody. I tried to get in touch with you, but I couldn’t, so I told those insurance people to go ahead and sell the remnant of the truck. I told them to go ahead and sell it at auction; they ain’t gon get much money for a remnant of a truck.”

My truck! Sold at auction!
Her mother’s news report grew more horrific with each word she spoke. She knew how things worked in the streets. Dane had taken her truck to a chop shop and bought it back at auction—all legal and shit. Her good life had swiftly turned into a grim nightmare. Misty felt the room spinning. She was hungry, dehydrated, but she had shit to do.

“You better clean up your act,” her mother yelled into the phone. “I’m not about to do any time for you. I don’t have the money for the IRS. When they come knocking, you better believe that I’m gonna sing!”

Misty felt awful; she would have never knowingly brought this kind of trouble down on her mother. She didn’t know that internet banks reported to the feds. She thought her sex scam was tax-free. Hell, she couldn’t keep up with every damn rule in life. How the fuck was she supposed to know?

She had to get to the bottom of this mess. With the phone tucked between her shoulder and her head, her eyes shifted around, trying to locate her laptop. It was nowhere in sight. “Tell Brick to pack his shit. I’ll be there shortly. Don’t worry, Mom. I’m gonna get all this shit straight. I’ll call you right back.”

“Don’t call me back and don’t bring your ass over here until you come up with every dollar of the tax money that’s owed to the IRS,” Thomasina yelled before hanging up.

The laptop was gone. She’d given Dane too much information about her business. More than likely, that slimy mufucker had stolen her bank account. But she had some extra stash in a cashbox. She rushed to the closet in her home office. Her heart dropped. There was an empty space where the cashbox should have been.

Dane was the scum of the earth, and had no decency, no scruples whatsoever. Sure, Shane had scammed plenty of female suckers—but he’d never tried to con Misty. Misty and Shane had been partners in crime, with mutual respect for the game and for each other. No matter how close the resemblance, Dane and nobody else could ever replace Shane.

An idea hit her, pulling her thoughts away from Shane. She could get online with her Blackberry! She hurried to her bedroom closet, swung open the louvered doors. Her eyes gleamed joyously at her Louis Vuitton shoulder bag hanging on a hook. She scrounged around inside. No Blackberry, no money, no nothing! Desperate, she pulled handbags and purses from shelves, yanked others off hooks, looking inside and tossing the beautiful, useless objects in scattered piles on the floor. The bedroom became a sea of designer leather. Prestigious logos, dangling haughtily and declaring their value, mocked her. She rushed to her marble-topped, cherry hardwood, Asian-style dresser, flipped open drawers, rooted around. Her jewelry—all her bling—gone!

Dane was a ruthless nigga. Tears of betrayal welled, but there was no time for tears. Wiping her eyes, her mind searched for a way to get her hands on her next buck. Fretful, she brushed fallen hair from her face and anxiously gnawed on her fingernails.

As soon as she got access to a computer, she’d get Felice back to work—Brick, too. In no time, she’d rebuild her empire. Lesson learned—pretty niggas with big dicks are bad for business.

She’d rebuild bigger and better. She’d get her mother out of IRS debt in no time. Misty frowned at the audacity of Dane. That scheming mufucka had placed her in a world of trouble. Angry, she kicked a pile of designer bags. She scooped up a cute Juicy Couture bag and sent it crashing into a lamp.

Calm down, Misty,
she told herself. Her heart rate slowed down and when her thoughts became clearer, sharper, she decided to take a badly needed shower, put some clothes on, get a cab and go get Brick. Damn, she didn’t have money for a cab. She’d have to call the hack man, Mr. Johnnie. She shook her head. She hated riding in his dirty-ass hooptie.

Brick probably had a nice-sized stash. He never went anywhere or spent much of his pocket money. Brick would help her work through this mess. Together, they’d track Dane down. Once they located the scamming bastard, she’d sic Brick on his ass. Brick would love fucking up Dane’s pretty face. He’d stomp that nigga in the head until his brains oozed out.
Fuck with me, mufucka!

It had only taken a few days for the chop shop to strip the X5 and abandon the carcass on the street. In cahoots with the insurance company, Dane bought the truck back at auction, registered it legally in Monroe’s name. Later, the truck was reassembled with its original parts.

Grinning, Monroe sat behind the wheel of Misty’s former truck. “Thanks, man.” Lips puckered, he leaned over and gave Dane a quick kiss. He moved closer, threw both arms around his lover’s neck. The two gorgeous men held each other in a tight embrace, lips locked, tongues dueling during an impassioned kiss.

Dane pulled back. “Yo, sexy, stop that. Always trying to work a mufucka up.”

Monroe smiled and licked his lips.

Dane’s expression turned serious. “Aiight, so dig, the first thing we gon’ do when we hit Detroit is find you a spot. Something tight. Expensive furniture. Y’ah mean?

“And a pool,” Monroe added.

Dane nodded. “Ain’t no thing. I’ll find you a spot with a pool. But money don’t last forever, man. As soon as we get settled, we gon’ have to send for Troy and Edison and get the business rolling in Detroit. But, we gotta keep our shit on the low.”

“I know.” Monroe frowned, agitated at the reminder.

“We gotta handle shit right. You gon’ have to find yourself a shawty, move her in and shit. Y’ah mean?”

Monroe looked down, eyes saddened. “I feel you.”

“You know how it is. What my wife don’t know won’t hurt her. I got my lil’ daughter to worry about. If it wasn’t for her, I’d be out and wouldn’t look back. I hate that niggas can’t keep their mouths shut. Running they mouths and writing books and shit, got females stressing, looking at niggas sideways—suspecting every mufucka with a good friend is on the down low.” Dane rolled his eyes.

“It’s the truth, ain’t it? I mean…it seems that way to me. Most niggas I know like getting it on with another brotha. Most do it for recreation. They don’t even take it seriously. And even though you and me took it to the next level don’t mean we’re punks or nothing.”

“I know that. But how we do is supposed to stay behind closed doors. Some shit is best kept in the dark. Y’ah mean? Niggas get loose lips when they get caught with their pants down. Once their bitch gets hip, then they start giving up all the tapes, trying to drag everybody down. Punk asses need to speak for they own damn selves—need to leave innocent mufuckas out of the mess. It’s stressful trying to keep a bitch out of your business. Nigga don’t need a spotlight shining down on him while he’s trying to juggle two lifestyles.”

Monroe nodded. “Yeah, mufuckas talk too fuckin’ much. Yo, did you peep Felice’s face when she saw how shit really was?”

“Man, I wasn’t sweating that stank ho.”

Monroe laughed heartily. “At first I thought she was heated, but she wasn’t mad; that freak wanted to join in.”

“I was just using shawty—trying to conquer the pussy so I could steal her from Misty—put her to work for me. But I realize, bitches be too much trouble—falling in love, trying to ride the dick to death. Fuck them hoes,” Dane stated with contempt.

“Yo, dawg. Can’t no skanks come between us. Not my wife or no other bitches, ya heard? I’m one step ahead of suspicious mufuckas. Throw ’em off track by saying we cousins.”

“Yeah, that shit be working. Edison and Troy don’t even know about us.”

“Like I said, I got this, man. As long you play your part…me and you…man, we can go on like this forever.”

“Sounds good. Sounds real good.” Monroe stroked his crotch and looked at Dane with lust in his eyes. “Keep talkin’ sexy, nigga. You gon’ make me pull over and let you handle some of this.”

“Ain’t no thing. Take your jawn out then. I’ll suck it for you. Can you handle that while you’re driving?” Dane challenged.

“Who you think you dealing with?” Monroe asked with much bravado. “Damn right, I can handle it. I ain’t no chump.”

“Aiight, then, whip your shit out.”

Monroe quickly unzipped his pants, carefully pulled his hardening penis out of his pants. Dane took one look at Monroe’s long, sturdy member and quickly buried his face in Monroe’s lap.