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figure out a way to get this nigga off her. It had been a long day. Monroe had worked her over; her pussy was sore and Brick’s rough, hungry tongue was adding more aggravation to the situation.
    Misty searched her brain for more sex talk. She needed to come up with some really freaky dialogue that would finish him off.
    “The next time me and the youngin’ get together, I’m gonna let you watch.” Misty waited for Brick’s reaction. The sound of his rapid hand movement up and down the length of his shaft indicated he dug the change of script. “You can hide in the closet,” she continued, in a husky tone. “Keep the door cracked a little bit, so you can peep what’s going on. I know your dick’s gonna be rock-hard. You gon’ leak like a mufucka when you watch another nigga sliding his thickness up my slit.”
    Painfully aroused, Brick couldn’t concentrate on eating Misty’s pussy. Irregular tongue strokes were her cue to dismount his face. She sat beside him and whispered seductively in his ear. “After the young buck shoots his load, you can burst out of the closet and kick his ass for fucking your girl and disrespecting your home. I want you to stomp that nigga—knock him out,” she hissed.
    Brick groaned in ecstasy.
    “While he’s out cold, you can wrap your lips around my coochie and suck out his salty nut—get it while it’s nice and fresh. Wouldn’t you enjoy that, Brick?”
    “Aw, yeah. Fucking, yes. Stop teasing me, Misty. Bring that mufucka home.” Brick’s breathing was harsh; his eyes were glazed over. Too worked up to continue speaking, he could only emit garbled sounds.
    Misty smiled with satisfaction; her freaky murmurings were driving him over the edge. Brick was seconds away from spurting.
    “Ahhh!” he bellowed as a fountain of hot, white lust shot into the palm of his hand.
    Misty smiled proudly. She deserved a pat on the back for being such a creative bitch. She knew exactly what to do and say to dissolve Brick’s anger. Keeping him dependent on her to indulge his fantasies was one of the many ploys she used to get him to peddle his flesh several nights a week.
    Brick allowed himself to be pimped out, but he made it clear that he wasn’t pleased with the situation. He griped and complained endlessly about having to sling dick for a living. All his bitching irked Misty to no end. They were living good—so he needed to save his breath—accept his fate and live his life as a happy ho.
    Brick made a guttural cry; he rose into a half-hunch as he squirted out the last drops of semen. A pool of cum overflowed from his cupped hand. Misty shot Brick a reproachful glance. The abundance of the load was proof that he wasn’t turning enough tricks. He wasn’t working to his full potential.
    Misty sucked her teeth and glared at Brick. The tables had turned. Brick no longer had an attitude, but she was one angry-ass bitch.
    Wearing an apologetic smile, Brick rushed to the bathroom to wash up.

CHAPTER 7
    A s warm water washed away the glob of incriminating evidence from his hand, Brick stared intently in the mirror. He caught a glimpse of Misty’s picture hanging on the wall behind him. The image was beautiful and erotic. Her long hair was trailing down her back. There was another picture beside it; Misty cupping her small breasts. There were pictures of Misty in every room of the apartment. Her beauty was captured and blown up to poster size. She’d mounted her image on every available space, every wall.
    He gazed into the mirror, shifted and zoomed in on his awful image. He cringed at the jagged, face-deforming scar. Suddenly, a fast-moving collage of elementary school photographs traveled across his mind, taking him back to times when he looked normal. He nodded and smiled broadly, warmed by the remembrances of his youthful, undamaged face. He’d been a handsome little guy.
    Then, a sneaky, invisible finger hit the fast-forward button on the tape of his life. He heard the sounds,