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  “Their money is green like everybody else’s, so I don’t discriminate. The husband likes to see his wife getting freaked by black dudes.”

  “Gross!”

  “Matter of opinion. They got bank and that’s all that matters. I can’t pass you off as black, but they might be able to work with that Eskimo twist.”

  Sailor nodded, but he didn’t look happy. He silently mulled over Misty’s words.

  “I never ran into so many freaky people until I got stranded in Philly…” He paused as if waiting for Misty to show some interest in his situation.

  “Oh yeah,” Misty said absently. She had no intention of listening to his life story or his trials and tribulations with Uncle Marshall. She didn’t care how Sailor got stranded and she didn’t give two shits about his opinion of Philadelphians. Her mind was on money. Horny Hubby and his wife will pay my full price if I build up this half-Eskimo’s fuck game.

  She had no intention of telling Sailor the whole truth about the appointment she intended to make with the horny couple. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. He’d find out soon enough that Horny Hubby could only handle the voyeur role for only so long. As soon as wifey started moaning, Horny Hubby took that as his cue to get in on the action.

  “Where’d you say you’re staying?” Misty asked Sailor.

  Sailor shrugged. “Nowhere, really. Past few days, I’ve been sort of…you know…bumming around.”

  “Stick with me and I’ll make sure you get the money for your clothes, ID, and shit. In the meantime, you can stay with me.”

  He studied her face. “Really?”

  “Uh-huh,” she said nonchalantly.

  “Hey, that’s real cool. Thanks.”

  “Welcome. My place is small, but I’ll make room for you. Do you have a cell?”

  “No, I have to get it turned on.”

  “Hmm. Good thing you’ll be staying with me. Having you close by is more convenient than having to chase you down every time I get you some work.”

  “Yeah.”

  “I want to sample the goods anyway,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone.

  “Sample the goods?” He stared at Misty like he didn’t understand.

  “Do you think I would send you out to one of my loyal customers without knowing how you holding? Besides, you should feel honored that I’m going to let you smash.”

  “I am. I’m more than honored. I’m in shock that a hot-looking chick like you wants to go to bed with me.”

  “Don’t get it twisted. It’s not that I want to. It makes good business sense for me to find out your strengths and weaknesses in the sex department. I need to find out how long you can last.”

  “Oh.” He nodded, eyes drifting away in thought. “I’m good in bed. At least that’s what I’ve been told.” He laughed nervously, his face reddening in embarrassment.

  “How good you are remains to be seen. By the way, how are your oral skills?”

  “Uh…” He looked mortified. “My oral skills are pretty good.”

  “I’ll be the judge of that.”

  “Cool,” he said with uncertainty in his voice.

  “When we get to the crib, we’re going to practice. I’ll have someone playing the role of voyeur, so you can get used to an audience when you’re sexing a chick.”

  Sailor looked ill, but managed to crack a smile.

  Pleased with herself, Misty honked the horn, startling Sailor. Like a faithful puppy, Troy came rushing out of Burger King, wiping his lips with a napkin.

  “Who’s that?”

  “That’s Troy. He’s on my payroll, too. You’re going to be spending a lot of time together.”

  “You ready, Misty?” Troy asked, cutting a hopeful eye at Sailor, obviously hoping that Misty had sealed the deal.

  “Yeah, I want you to meet your partner-in-crime,” Misty said with joyful laughter.

  Counting money in her mind, she absently muttered introductions. Troy shook Sailor’s hand. He was so grateful for some help with the work load, he didn’t stop shaking Sailor’s hand until he noticed Misty’s eyes shooting him daggers.

  “My bad,” Troy said, and released Sailor’s hand.

  “You hungry, Sailor?” Misty asked.

  “Starving.”

  “I can’t have my new worker skipping meals.” Misty dug into her purse and slid Sailor a ten. “Get yourself a platter. Go with him, Troy. I need some privacy while I make an important call.”

  CHAPTER 7

  Though Sailor had an exotic look, his head covered in a fluff of dark curls, he acted like a white boy. Misty had no idea how Eskimos got down, but it was obvious that Sailor’s father had never given him any Eskimo tips. Sailor walked, talked, and acted like a white boy. Straight up. Having him around felt foreign and was going to take some getting used to.

  What she liked was how quickly he had come to idolize her. During the drive back to the apartment, Troy sat in the back and Sailor sat beside Misty, gazing at her like she was a goddess. That shit turned her on.

  “You’re so beautiful. Seems like just a few minutes ago, I was feeling down and out. Then you came along. Like an angel.”

  Though she was more like a sexy devil than an angel, Misty smiled because she loved being called beautiful. There was no doubt that she was one of the most gorgeous people on earth, but she could never hear it enough. Sailor didn’t realize it, but he was already starting to get her coochie wet.

  In the backseat, Troy was oblivious to the conversation up front. He pushed buttons on his cell, smiling as he sent and received text messages.

  “Yo, Misty. Can you drop me off ’round the way? I need to holla at some of my homies.”

  “Fuck your homies. You got work to do.”

  “I thought ya boy up there was gon’ take care of that job.”

  “He is. But I gotta try him out when we get back to the crib. I need you to play the part of Horny Hubby. You know…watch us while we fucking. If he’s laying pipe the way he’s supposed to, then you should be in the background making noises. You know… breathing hard and beating your meat. Sailor gotta get used to all types of freak shit.”

  “Oh. Aiight. I gotchu.” Not wanting to rile Misty, Troy kept the disappointment out of his voice.

  Smiling, Sailor shook his head. “I can’t believe I’m agreeing to do this. But you make something bizarre and unnatural seem so normal.”

  “Sex is the most normal thing in the world. You must have lived a sheltered life in that crazy-sounding place in Wisconsin.”

  “No. My mom was liberal. I wasn’t overly sheltered.”

  “Seems like it to me. I mean…you never been in a threesome before, have you?”

  “No.”

  “You ever had your dick sucked while somebody else was licking your balls?”

  He shook his head and then, frowning, he looked over his shoulder, scrutinizing Troy.

  “I’m not gay,” Sailor said, cutting another look at Troy.

  “Me either,” Troy defended.

  Sailor looked relieved.

  “I don’t hire gay men.” Though Misty had no intention discriminating against gay men or anyone of legal age, for the moment she said whatever she thought Sailor wanted to hear.

  She smiled at Sailor. “You and Troy are gonna be like brothers. Your only responsibilities are to keep your customers happy and to make sure that I’m sexually satisfied.”

  “Gosh. You’re hot. And so beautiful. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you satisfied.”

  Loving to hear about her beauty, Misty gave him a big smile.

  Sailor felt self-conscious about Troy being in the bedroom, but he managed to block Troy out of his mind while he burrowed his tongue into Misty’s coochie.

  Not interested in the least, Troy sat in a chair looking down at his cellular… fingers moving…still texting.

  Misty sat up suddenly, but placed her palm on top of Sailor’s head, keeping it in place.

  “Troy! I know you don’t think you go
n’ sit over there and play with that damn phone while me and Sailor are over here getting busy!”

  “I ain’t hear you moaning or nothing. I didn’t think it was time for me to make no sound effects.”

  “Sound effects! Is that all you think I want you to do?”

  “That’s what you said. You told me to act like that married guy.”

  “Whatchu tryna say, Troy? You don’t wanna eat my coochie?”

  “Yeah, man. I stay with my face between your legs, but I thought Scooter was handling that.”

  Sailor lifted his head from Misty’s crotch. “My name is Sailor.”

  “My bad,” Troy said.

  The sound of Sailor’s voice vibrated against Misty’s sensitive area. His warm breath sent hot sensations straight to her clit. A moan escaped her lips. She wanted to wrap her thighs around Sailor’s neck, but controlled the urge while she got shit straight with Troy.

  “What’s your problem, Troy?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Well, act like you’re interested.”

  “I am,” he said, still fiddling with his phone.

  “Put that shit down. Take your clothes off and get in the bed with us. If you could see how good Sailor’s lapping up my juices, your ashy dick would be getting as hard as a rock and then you’d be making the moaning sounds he’s gotta get used to hearing.”

  “Oh, aiight,” Troy said, annoyed. Reluctantly, he put his cell down and started peeling off clothes.

  Sailor’s body tensed and Troy’s footsteps approached the bed.

  Misty stroked the top of Sailor’s curly head. “Troy’s not going to touch you.”

  “Man, ain’t nobody tryna get with you. I ain’t no fruit.” Agitated at being forced to join in a boring sex session that didn’t pay, Troy flopped down on the side of the bed. Half-heartedly, he caressed Misty’s stomach, while his eyes kept roaming over to his cell.

  “You too attached to that phone, Troy. Don’t make me do an intervention and cut that damn thing off,” Misty threatened.

  “Stop playing, man.”

  “Then get focused.” She closed her eyes, dismissing Troy, and resumed enjoying Sailor’s thrilling tongue.

  Reacting to Misty’s moans and the wet sounds emanating from the bottom of the bed, Troy finally took interest. Observing the white-looking dude’s tongue slipping in and out of Misty’s coochie had the effect of watching porn. This live performance he was viewing sent an unexpected wave of heat traveling swiftly through his shaft.

  He watched Sailor’s tongue swiping between Misty’s folds.

  “Mmm,” Troy grunted.

  “Go get the baby oil,” Misty told Troy in a voice barely above a whisper.

  Expecting Misty to use the baby oil to give him a badly needed hand job, Troy rushed to get it. When he returned to the bed, Misty was wriggling wildly as Sailor filled her with the full length of his tongue.

  CHAPTER 8

  Without a word, Misty stretched her arm out over the side of the bed, palm open. Troy squirted a generous amount of lubrication into Misty’s palm and thrust his lengthened dick inside her hand.

  She put a stranglehold on Troy’s long pole, preventing him from freely gliding in and out of her oiled palm.

  “You want me to jerk you off, Troy?”

  “Yeah, Misty,” he said hoarsely. “I need that. Watching y’all got me fired up.”

  “Nah, you gotta earn a hand job.”

  “What I gotta do?” Troy asked, sounding desperate and no longer distracted by his cell or anything else except his primal urges.

  Aroused by the taste of Misty’s pussy, Sailor groped his manhood, soothing himself while waiting for Misty to tell him she was ready for penetration.

  “You like the way he’s eating my box out?”

  “Yeah, you know I do,” Troy said in a voice barely above a whisper.

  “Then show me.”

  “Whatchu want me to do?”

  “After all this time we’ve been together, how you gon’ let Sailor take over your position? You need to man-up, Troy!”

  “Getcha face outta her box, man. That shit ain’t cool.” Troy’s face was frowned up, muscles tense. And though he was much leaner than Sailor, he had enough thug in him to sound intimidating to someone from Oconomowoc, Wisconsin.

  Alarmed, Sailor lifted his head. “Easy, dude. What’s happening here?” He looked at Misty for an explanation.

  Though she was clearly the instigator, Misty shrugged. “Troy be buggin’ all the time,” she said, blaming the turmoil on Troy. “He’s acting like a big baby, so let him suck on my clit for a while.” She twisted away from Sailor’s warm mouth.

  Sailor stood up. And Troy immediately took his place, swishing his tongue around swiftly, rushing through the task, trying to quickly earn some sexual relief.

  “Slow down, Troy. Don’t be tryna punish my coochie because you got some competition.”

  Troy stopped licking. “That white boy ain’t no competition for me!”

  “You ain’t gotta be calling him names. Act nice, Troy. Y’all gotta keep your tempers in check and try to get along together,” she said, now blaming both Troy and Sailor for the chaos she’d caused.

  Looking confused, Sailor scratched his head while Troy worked on Misty’s clit.

  Misty crooked her finger, beckoning Sailor. Led by his stiff dick, Sailor rushed to Misty’s side.

  “Take your clothes off.”

  Too worked up to be bashful, he pulled off his skateboard T-shirt.

  Wow! His torso was the truth. Broad-ass chest, contoured waist, and a fucking eight-pack! Those two strips of muscles that ran parallel to each other had individual blocks of four muscles on each side. Amazing!

  By the time he came out of his jeans, Misty was more than impressed. Sailor’s body was cut so nice, he reminded her of a Greek muscle god of the Olympus.

  He slipped his average-length, but extremely chunky width of a dick into the palm of her oiled hand.

  While Troy ate her pussy, Misty gave Sailor hand relief.

  Hearing Sailor’s low moans along with the sloshing sound of his flesh slipping in and out of Misty’s tiny hand was more than Troy could stand, but he knew better than to stop flicking the tip of his tongue against her firm clit. Misty was trembling. Close to cumming. She’d go ballistic if Troy quit while she was so close to the edge.

  But Sailor reached the finish line before Misty. “Ahhh,” Sailor gasped as he ejaculated, sending a splatter of sperm onto the sheets.

  “Damn. You were really backed up,” Misty commented. “Go get a paper towel…a washcloth, or something. Clean this mess up.”

  His eyes squeezed shut, holding his dick and breathing hard, Sailor didn’t move. He was too caught up in the euphoria of busting a nut to make sense of Misty’s order.

  “Yo! Snap out of it!” Misty hollered.

  He opened his eyes. “Huh? What?”

  “Handle this shit.” She frowned at the milky puddle on the bed.

  “Oh, sure.” Sailor took off toward the bathroom.

  Turning her attention to Troy, she patted the top of his head. “Stop. That’s enough. It’s time to fuck.”

  Troy looked at the load Sailor had left behind and wrinkled his nose. “Damn, my man got his seed splattered all over the bed and shit.”

  Misty moved to the other side of the bed.

  “Umph,” Troy grunted, his primal urges taking priority over his squeamishness. He lay on top of Misty and started slowly, easing in increments of hardness.

  When Sailor returned with a wad of tissue paper, Troy was putting in work, giving up long strokes.

  “Your oral skills are on point,” she said as Troy pounded into her.

  “Thanks,” Sailor replied, appreciative of the compliment, but uneasy about talking to a girl while she was being fucked.

  “But there is room for improvement,” she continued, her voice coming out in gasps as Troy tried his best to knock her back out.

  “On t
he bright side, it’s a good thing that you shot off that load before you got with the clients. Feel me? It would have been a disaster if you came too quick.”

  “I can usually go much longer than that,” Sailor said in his defense. Having a conversation with Misty while she was being sexually penetrated was darn uncomfortable. It seemed perverted as all hell, but Misty acted like it was the most normal thing in the world, so Sailor did his best to hold up his end of the conversation. As long as he kept his eyes latched on Misty’s face, his gaze never straying in the direction of Troy’s gyrating lower body, he could pretend that he was having an ordinary discussion.

  “It’s just that…well, it’s been a while,” he explained. “And you had me so excited. I never met a woman like you before. So in control and so gosh darn beautiful. You’re like a heavy dose of E.”

  Misty giggled, and then patted the side of the bed.

  Obediently, he sat down. She slid her finger in his mouth.

  Blocking out Troy, Sailor closed his eyes and adoringly sucked Misty’s finger.

  With her free hand, Misty squeezed Troy’s buttock, digging her fingernails into his flesh, demanding deeper penetration.

  While one man sucked, the other fucked. It was what Misty had always wanted. Two men. On call to take care of all of her wants, needs, and every freaky desire.

  CHAPTER 9

  Misty was trying to luxuriate in the bathtub but it was hard to relax when she was surrounded by cracked tiles and had to listen to the sound of a toilet that constantly ran. I need to move out of this shit hole. No, not yet. I need to upgrade my whip first.

  Sailor’s sexual stamina and earning power put Troy to shame. With Sailor bringing home the bacon, she had been hitting up the malls again. Shopping like there was no tomorrow…making up for lost time.

  But it was time to get her priorities in order, time to put the shopping sprees on freeze. She needed a luxury apartment and a fly set of wheels. But there wasn’t enough money to do both. In addition, her credit was fucked up. Misty let out a sigh of frustration. Where there’s a will, there’s a muthafuckin’ way. It’s time for me to come up.

  If Troy’s whining bitch-ass worked half as hard as Sailor, there’d be money to blow. But Troy was immature, always hanging out with his friends, which was what he was doing at that very moment. Dressed in the new clothes and sneakers she’d bought for him, he had hopped on public transportation…going back to his old ’hood to stunt for his homies. Shit, if any of his friends were worth a fuck, they’d be on her payroll, slinging dick instead of hugging a dead-ass block.