Free Envy by Noire Page B

up my ass.” She shrugged. “I would come in the room with you, but he’s not into the group thing, so it’s gonna be a private party with just you and him tonight.”
    Nooni looked scared.
    “Don’t worry. I’ll be listening out right down the hall,” Monique assured her, “so if any shit jumps off I’ll be standing by to squash it.”
    She eyed Nooni’s shape as the girl stepped into a short white dress. Her lightly oiled body was deliciously firm and curved, and swollen in all the right places. “You think you can handle it?” Monique asked. She added a dab of mascara to Nooni’s eyelids and studied her fake lashes with approval.
    Nooni sounded stressed. “I’ll try. You got a belt or something? What am I supposed to beat him with?”
    “Oh, you ain’t gotta worry about that,” Monique told her with a wave of the hand. “These kind of guys always bring their own whips and chains and all that other crazy shit. They know what they like. You just make sure you hit him real hard wherever that fool wants you to make it hurt.”
     
     
     
     
    Nooni knocked on the hotel room door, and waited until her customer told her to come in. She slid the key-card through the slot, then twisted the doorknob and went inside.
    The room was semi-dark, with the light from the bathroom shining into the hall.
    “Um, where you at, Mister?” she called out. She was so nervous her voice trembled and her knees were knocking together too.
    “I’m over here,” he said, and Nooni’s blood froze in her veins.
    The voice was coming from the area by the desk, and he sounded like a ten-year-old white boy.
    “I can’t see you,” Nooni said, peering into the darkness.
    “You gotta come closer,” he said like a child. “I’ve done a lot of bad things. I need you to punish me.”
    Nooni remembered what Monique had told her.
    “I’m supposed to get the money first.”
    “It’s on the bed,” he said. “Near the wall. Take it.”
    Nooni walked cautiously over to the bed that was closest to her, and in the darkness she made out the neat stack of bills. She picked them up and saw that they were all hundreds. She spread them out in her hand and counted over a grand, then stuffed them inside her small white purse.
    “Now, come on,” the trick whined. “You promised to punish me.”
    Nooni stepped further into the room, and then stopped suddenly when the butt-naked white man rose to his feet.
    He was tall and heavy-set, with a baldhead and a belly that covered his dick and sagged halfway down to his knees. His skin was real pale, and the wiry hairs on his chest looked like gray Brillo. 
    He picked up something from the bed and held it out to her.
    It was an extra large pair of tweezers, and Nooni took them with a puzzled look on her face.
    “Mister, what in the world do you want me to do with these?”
    The trick turned his back on her, and spread his legs wide. Balancing his knees on the edge of the bed, he tooted his big asshole up in the air as his fat hairy balls dangled between his thighs.
    If Nooni hadn’t been so scared she would have laughed. This fool had a bunch of shiny silver stickpins embedded in his nut sack. He looked like a hairy-assed porcupine, and a shiver of disgust ran down her spine.
    “The hairs on my balls,” the old man gave his order in the voice of a child. “Pluck ’em.”
     

 
    CHAPTER 16
     
     
    Chiney Jackson had gotten sprung from Rikers Island a couple of weeks ahead of schedule, and she hit the wonderful streets of Harlem rolling hard. She’d taken her little jail bid in stride, and now that she’d hit the bricks she was determined to make up for lost time.
    She had promised her brother Trey she was gonna spend the morning looking for a drug treatment program to enroll in, but instead she rode her ten-speed bike up on the avenue, and looked around to see who was handling some bizz. Young Maleek was posted up on the corner grind, and he spotted her as she was peddling toward