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  “I’m gonna keep it real with you. I sell sex.”

  Izell and Lennox both raised a brow.

  “You wouldn’t be doing much more than you’re doing now.”

  “All I do is pose for the camera,” Lennox said smugly.

  “You’ll be posing, but my clients like to touch the merchandise. Just like Uncle Marshall does,” she said with a knowing wink.

  Lennox and Izell exchanged a meaningful glance.

  “The only difference,” she continued, “is that my clients pay to handle the goods. And they pay well.”

  “Your clients are females, right?” Lennox’s interest was piqued.

  “A few. Most are males. You won’t have to do much of anything. Just look luscious while my clients admire those muscles you’ve both worked so hard to build.”

  Izell stared at Misty, as though searching for the truth in her eyes. “It’s got to be more to it than letting somebody cop a feel.”

  She shrugged. “Not really.”

  “How much do we get paid?” Lennox asked.

  “Depends on what gets touched.” Misty sighed. “Let’s keep it real, okay? That old freak you live with sneaks a feel when he’s examining your muscles. He probably does more than that.” Misty looked at Izell and Lennox with suspicion.

  “Whatever,” Izell said snidely. His tone suggested that Misty had a vivid imagination.

  Trying to hide the embarrassment that colored his face, Lennox looked down, suddenly engrossed in his sneakers.

  “I realize what’s going on up in that crib. I heard Uncle Freaky likes to kiss the boys,” Misty said tauntingly.

  Izell’s gaze jerked to Sailor’s face. His dark eyes glistened with accusation.

  Guilty of telling secrets, Sailor looked away.

  “I don’t fuck with other men,” Izell asserted.

  Misty softened her tone. “I believe you. But you’d be a fool to turn down this good money I’m offering.”

  Izell relaxed. His body language became less confrontational. “How much did you say you’re paying?”

  “I can start you off at three hundred per client. As you build up your clientele, I’ll gradually raise you up to five hundred a pop.”

  “When can we start?” Izell’s voice was steady and controlled, but Misty could sense his enthusiasm.

  “I could get you some work tonight,” she said confidently, though she wasn’t really sure if she could wrangle up a client. Dr. Hardy, one of her most loyal clients, could usually be counted on for an impromptu sex session. Though he kept complaining that no one compared to Brick, the good doctor would not turn down an opportunity to get with new talent.

  “I don’t know about tonight. How about tomorrow?” Izell said.

  That sounded good to Misty. She needed the extra time to line something up. “Cool. But there’s a condition.”

  “What’s the condition?” Izell folded his arms. His biceps bulged like crazy.

  Looking at his bulging biceps, Misty was transfixed for a few seconds.

  “I need more manpower.”

  “Uh-huh…”

  “For every stack you make, you need to provide me with a new recruit.”

  “I can do that,” Izell said confidently.

  Lennox nodded. “We know a lot of dudes who could use some fast money.”

  Images of a stable filled with bulky, fine-ass men put a grin on her face. She’d keep Troy’s skinny, ashy ass around as a novelty act for extreme perverts, but it was now mandatory that everyone on payroll be beefed-up and beautiful.

  Thank you, Uncle Freaky!

  CHAPTER 14

  Misty sat on the side of the bed. “Take your shirt off.”

  Standing in front of her, Izell didn’t hesitate to pull his shirt over his head, and then tossed it on the floor.

  Her eyes glossed over his abs, which were laced tight with muscles. His body was so hot, it took all of her willpower not to drool. “You’re such an exhibitionist,” Misty teased, showing no sign that she was impressed.

  “Is that a crime?” Izell was full of himself, but Misty didn’t care. As long as he could put it down in the bedroom, she didn’t care how much he loved his body.

  “Not in my world.” She flung her hair out of her face, trying to shake away some of the lust that was overpowering her senses.

  She would have loved to take her time and fondle every muscle on his chiseled torso…to lick his body up and down. But she was in a time crunch. Sailor had to be picked up from his appointment in an hour.

  “Wanna see more?” he taunted, pulling at his belt.

  “Not yet. Your clients are going to adore you. Are you going to be able to deal with having a bunch of body worshippers?”

  “I won’t mind. I worked hard on my body so it can be admired.”

  “My clients will be doing a lot more than admiring.”

  “Oh, yeah?”

  “Uh-huh. They’ll be willing to spend a lot of paper to touch your dick.”

  “Mmm,” he moaned. “You got my joint hard.”

  Misty noticed the bulge in the front of his pants. Unable to resist, she rubbed the hardened lump. “If you let them kiss it, you can make a whole lot more.”

  He gripped his erection through his pants. “Stop, girl. Don’t get me all worked up if you’re not prepared for this.”

  “Are you holding?”

  “Find out for yourself.” His tobacco-brown eyes were bright with confidence.

  Eager to find out what he was working with, Misty pulled his belt loose and unzipped his pants.

  When his khakis dropped, Misty’s mouth watered. Izell’s body was tight, but his dick was a masterpiece. It was big, black, and heavily veined; a savagely beautiful dick. So stunning, Misty would have loved to claim it, frame it, and hang it on a wall.

  She didn’t know whether to suck or fuck the tantalizing dark spear that was pointed at her.

  When it came to oral sex, Misty preferred being on the receiving end, but with a dick as well-formed and delicious looking as Izell’s, how could she resist?

  Unable to restrain herself, she gripped his hips, and took in a mouthful of raw meat.

  Izell’s body vibrated with arousal. His fingers spiked through Misty’s hair, his breathing became raspy as he inserted more of his iron-hard dick between her suckling lips.

  Sexual agony knifed through her. One hand clenched his ass; the other was wrapped around his hard, heated flesh, as she pulled in as much of his dick as she could fit inside her hungry mouth.

  Clasping her head, Izell pulled out suddenly.

  Misty was shocked. Her eyes were wide and ablaze with anger. “What are you doing?” Izell was hot and everything, with a body that looked like a work of art, but Misty still called the shots.

  She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I didn’t say I was ready to fuck,” she snapped, though her restless coochie had a different opinion.

  “I had to stop. Felt like I was about to cum.”

  “Already?”

  “I’m pretty quick the first go-’round.”

  That admission took him down a notch in her opinion. “How quickly can you recharge?”

  “Immediately.”

  “That’ll work.” She made a fist around his slippery pole, sliding it up and down, putting friction on his manhood.

  Grimacing, he thrust inside her cupped hand, fucking her palm like he was deep inside a tight pussy. A growling sound in his throat and the dip in his knees were telltale signs that although Izell was fighting to hold back; he was about to shoot off his first load.

  Witnessing a brawny man at his weakest moment gave Misty a feeling of power. But her coochie, yearning for attention, clenched unmercifully, making her weak. She pressed her thighs together, attempting to ease the demanding throb.

  She tried to pacify her pussy by rocking back and forth on the edge of the bed. It didn’t work. Finally, she pushed four fingers past the swollen lips of her sex. One hand stroked Izell while the fi
ngers of the other hand dove in and out of her snatch, the slurping sounds inciting Izell to explode with a loud groan.

  Misty extracted glazed fingers and began stripping off her clothes. Naked, she lay on her back; her pussy was creamy with need. Erect nipples broadcasted her desire.

  True to his word, Izell was rigid within seconds. She could feel the heat of his passion as he began mounting her. Desperate to feel his naked flesh against hers, Misty’s hands went around Izell’s waist and pulled him on top of her.

  He lowered his head and covered her lips with his. His emboldened tongue explored her mouth while his hand sought the hot lust between her legs. He slid a thick finger inside her wet pussy, pushing in deeply. His lips traveled from her mouth and down to her neck, where he nipped at her delicate flesh while twisting his finger, making her gasp for breath and utter his name.

  Her senses overstimulated, Misty moved her hips and humped on his finger. The intensity of the sensation he was giving her was similar to getting a good fuck.

  When he withdrew it, she grabbed his ass and tried to force his dick inside to fill the emptiness. Her yearning had her whimpering as the head of his dick touched her hot flesh.

  She ran the tips of her fingers in a steady rhythm along his spine. Then her movement became erratic as she raked her fingernails against his back. Needing to feel his heat, she dug into his ebony skin, forcing him to press closer.

  The cries of pleasure that spilled from her lips rose in volume as the head of his dick opened up her slick folds. Inch by inch, he tunneled inside, filling her up with his shaft. In-and-out motions delivered sensations to her engorged clit.

  Sensing that her clit needed attention, Izell caressed it with his thumb; each stroke felt like a burning lash of unbearable pleasure.

  “Stop.” Misty writhed beneath his powerful frame.

  His hips circled at a slower pace. He looked down at her. “You’re talking shit. You don’t want me to stop.” he said, his voice rough.

  “I can’t take it. You’re driving me crazy,” she said hoarsely.

  Izell stilled his circling hips and began teasingly withdrawing small increments of his length.

  Possessively, Misty’s coochie tightened around his thickness. Mindless with lust, she had a sudden change of heart, and screamed, “Don’t stop! Fuck me! Hard!”

  Giving her what she wanted, Izell lifted her legs and held them open, plunging into her quivering sex with ferocious thrusts.

  She matched his tempo, stroke for stroke, until an orgasm jolted through her core, jerking her head from side to side, bucking her body uncontrollably.

  Her orgasm excited him. The speed of his thrusts increased. His breathing became harsh. The sounds he uttered were throaty and primal. He pulled out. Releasing her legs from his grasp, Izell clutched his dick and shot out streams of milk-white fluid over her small breasts.

  Misty looked down at the cum shots that slid down to her tummy. Her mouth fell open in shock. “Nigga, is you crazy? I’m not into this freak bullshit. I didn’t give you permission to be skeeting your seed all over me.”

  “My bad.”

  She looked down at the creamy glob that was pooling in the curls of hair that covered her mons. “Ew. This is so nasty.”

  “That’s protein,” Izell said nonchalantly. “A little bit of cum is good for your skin.”

  Furious, Misty glared at Izell. Her thoughts turned to her former lover, Dane. Seething, she remembered how dick-whipped she’d been. Dane stole her business, her luxury vehicle, and one of her good workers. The untimely death he met was too good for him. She hoped the bastard rotted in hell.

  She wasn’t about to let another good-fucking nigga take her under.

  Waving a finger through the air, she said, “Let me tell you something; your sex game is on point, but I’m not a sucka for a dick. Once I bust a nut, I’m back to business as usual.”

  Izell glanced at the white spatters on her breasts. The smirk on his face revealed pride in his handiwork.

  “Fun and games are over, mufucka.”

  Izell’s lips twisted bitterly. “Watch your mouth.”

  “I don’t have to watch a goddamn thing. If you want to work for me, you better treat me with some respect. Apologize!”

  “Apologize for what? It’s not that serious.”

  “Don’t tell me what’s serious. You don’t run shit. I do!”

  “You a trip.”

  “I want an apology,” she insisted. “Or you can forget about our business arrangement.”

  She waited, allowing her words to sink in. She watched his face tense as he ruminated on her threat.

  His features contorted as he engaged in a mental battle with himself. Coming to a decision, Izell’s expression became relaxed. “I didn’t mean no disrespect.”

  “Is that an apology?”

  He coughed and looked embarrassed as he said, “Yeah, my bad. It won’t happen again.”

  “Alright.” She sneered down at her pubis. “Go get a washcloth to wipe this nasty crap off of me.”

  Izell gave her a look of disbelief and turned around slowly. He stood for a few seconds, as if debating whether to follow her order.

  The back of Izell’s body—the defined slabs of muscle on his back, his firm ass, and his well-developed hamstrings—was a stunning piece of sculpture.

  He began moving toward the bedroom door. His naked body, a smooth flow of sepia-toned muscle, was poetry in motion.

  Misty’s anger was diminished by a twinge of arousal.

  She’d gladly put their little misunderstanding behind them if Izell proved to be the sexual beast that she needed him to be.

  With a smile on her face, Misty reclined. She decided that after Izell cleaned his gook off of her, she’d put him through the test… see if he could get it up one more time.

  Tomorrow, she’d find out if Lennox was on top of his sex game.

  CHAPTER 15

  With Izell and Lennox added to the roster, money was coming in more regularly. Misty bought a refurbished laptop, and once her website was up, she was expecting to really get her money right.

  Sailor was a computer guru. He was a former member of the Geek Squad at one of the big computer chain stores. Why he’d left that job to go peddling cleaning products was anyone’s guess. Misty really didn’t give a damn. She was glad he was using his computer skills to launch her new web site.

  Though she had basic computer knowledge, Misty was glad to allow Sailor to take over that task. Unlike that slimy Dane…may he never rest in peace…Sailor was trustworthy. Honest to a fault. Misty didn’t have a problem letting Sailor have access to such sensitive information.

  Standing behind him, she looked over Sailor’s shoulder as he swiftly set up a page that featured Izell and Troy.

  As she’d done in the past, Misty intended to post illicit photos on the site. Now that she had Sailor’s assistance, she was upgrading and adding options.

  It was Sailor’s idea to add the option of a still photo or a sex clip. It was a brilliant suggestion that would bring in some major paper.

  Convincing Izell to participate in a cum-shooting video had been easy. Misty realized firsthand that Izell had a thing about squirting out his load on human flesh.

  The difficult part of getting the video filmed was getting Troy to agree to participate.

  After cajoling, bargaining, and then finally threatening him, Misty persuaded Troy to play his part. Troy was furious and embarrassed when Misty instructed him to bend over and let Izell use his ashy ass as the bull’s eye for his far-reaching cum.

  She named the video Lotioning Up An Ashy Ass.

  “How much longer is this going to take?” she asked impatiently.

  “A few more minutes.” Sailor kept his eyes glued to the screen, his fingers rapidly clicking away on the keyboard.

  “Can’t you hurry up?”

  “I’m going as fast as I can, but it would be helpful if you stopped hovering.”

  Misty scowled
. “I know you’re not talking to me. You don’t run shit!” she spat, her lips twisted in indignation. “I can go to Best Buy and hire any geek I want.”

  Sailor sighed. “I’m not deliberately being a dick,” he said, sounding like a white boy. “But it’s hard to concentrate when you’re standing over me. I’m starting to feel rushed.”

  “Good. That’s how I want you to feel.”

  “Didn’t you tell me that I’m your right-hand man?”

  “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you can sit around bullshitting. I gotta get my money right.”

  “I want you to make money, Misty. I have a personal interest in your business.”

  She gave him the crooked eye. “Whatchu talkin’ ’bout, Willis?”

  There was a blank look on Sailor’s face. Apparently, they didn’t watch reruns of Different Strokes in his weird-ass hometown.

  “I’m still trying to raise the money for my tuition,” he explained.

  She turned up a corner of her top lip. “Tuition? Ew. That’s a waste of money.”

  “You can’t get anywhere in life without a proper education.”

  “Says who? Haven’t you heard that most filthy rich people are self-made entrepreneurs?” She waited while Sailor marinated on her words.

  He shook his head. “Never heard that.”

  “Well, it’s true. And the right-hand man usually gets a good come-up by holding on to the business man’s coattails.”

  Sailor chuckled.

  “Do you mean to tell me that you’d rather go to college than ride my coattails?” Her suggestive body language and the lilt in her voice made her question sound naughty.

  “Uh…I’ll take the ride,” Sailor said, blushing.

  “Smart choice. Look, I’m going out for a few hours. I need some retail therapy. Do you think you’ll be finished by the time I get back?”

  “Of course. I’ll have everything in place by then.”

  “To be a computer geek, you sure are taking a long time,” she complained.

  Sailor gave her a patient smile. His warm feelings for her were apparent in his gaze.

  “Don’t be staring at me like I’m a muthafuckin’ computer screen,” she hissed and rolled her eyes.