Hittin' the Bricks: An Urban Erotic Tale (11 page)

The guy spotted Fiyah scoping him.

“What the fuck you lookin’ at?”

Fiyah just stared. He hadn't been out twenty- four hours yet and this cat was fuckin’ with him. With music on his mind, he stared hard at the PO but kept his mouth closed.

“Yeah, that's what I thought. Got this place looking like a fuckin’ social club for the criminally insane.”

A few minutes later an overworked white parole officer in his mid- forties stepped into the waiting room and called out Fiyah's name.

“Fuego Perez!”

Fiyah came out of his slouch and faced the man. They grilled each other for a few seconds, then Fiyah followed the PO down a hall and into his small office.

Fiyah looked around as the PO skimmed his file. There were stacks of folders all over the place, and wanted posters covered the walls.

“It ain't your first time being locked up, but it's your first time on parole? Right. Just the first time you got caught by the right people. What kind of work did you do before your arrest?”

“I rapped. I'm a rapper.”

“Yeah.” He sounded bored. “You and every other wanna- be on a street corner. Here's the way it's gonna work, so listen up. I'm placing you on the intensive track. That means you get a job and report to me once a week.”

“Every fuckin’ week? What? I got caught with a toolie but I didn't shoot no fuckin’ body!”

The PO slammed the file down on the desk, then pushed a
form at Fiyah for him to sign. “That ain't all. I'm gonna drug-piss you every fuckin’ week too, and if you come back hot, I'll violate you on the spot. Your curfew is ten p.m., unless you ask for a work exception in advance.”

“Ten o'clock? You gotta be bullshittin’—”

“Nine on weeknights. Don't fuck with me, though. I've got insomnia and can't sleep worth a damn, so I make bed checks instead. If you ain't in yours when I come creeping, that's another on- the- spot violation. Get three of those and I'll handcuff you and send you back to The Rock to complete the rest of your sentence and that'll be one less ex- con weighing down my caseload. Now, moving on. You're not allowed to associate with known criminals, so kick all your felonious homies to the curb. Don't leave the state without my permission, and don't spend the night no place other than your residence of record. You got all that?”

Fiyah was too mad to talk. He grilled the dude hard, then snatched the form and scrawled his name across it. Pushing back his chair, he stormed out of the office.

The PO held up a pair of handcuffs and called out at his back. “Three strikes and you're out! Tuesday is report day! You miss it, I click it!”

Y
eah, baby,” the lead photographer moaned. “That's Y how you turn a muhfuckah on!”

They were in the West Chelsea Photo Studio and Eva was working the shit outta the cameras. Standing on her cue spot, she swirled her hips and arched her back, and there was so much heat in the room the walls seemed to sweat.

Eva was in her element and digging that shit. No matter how scared or nervous she got in her real life, put her in front of a camera and she went the fuck off. She felt hot and sexy just hearing the shutters click. She was confident and her body was vicious. She got turned on like a mug,
just from the sight of the lens, and her pussy would be slick and creamy by the time it was all over.

“I'm feeling you, baby,” another voice urged behind her. Eva tooted out her phat ass and dipped her shoulder to emphasize the V in her waist. “Yeah, give it up to me, Eva,” he laughed. “You got my shit so hard I can cut off one of my legs and stand up on this muhfuckah right
here!”

Everybody in the room bust out laughing and the set director called a cut. They killed the lights and Eva strutted off the spot and walked into Mello's strong brown arms.

“Crazy ass,” she said, laughing as he kissed her real quick. “You better stop playing like that on company time. You know the Birthday Cake campaign is way behind. They gone get mad and fire your ass.”

Mello shrugged. “It ain't my fault the last model, Saucy, fucked around and threw everything off schedule. She was too hotheaded to handle her own success, but that ain't gonna happen to you. Besides”—he placed her hand on his bulging dick—”You feel this shit? It's hard as hell, Eva. It's hard for you.”

Tingles zipped all over her body. Eva's nipples were already sticking out two inches through her red bikini top, and the juice that was collecting between her pussy lips felt hot and slippery.

Mello grinded up on her for a moment, then gently slapped her on the ass.

“Time to go, baby. The clock is running. But I got something I wanna slide up in them bottoms later, baby. Make sure you take those little red panties home so you can pose for me again tonight.”

The next set called for her to get sprayed down with whipped cream. Eva was a little bit nervous about these shots
because they'd hired a couple of male models who were supposed to lick her clean.

“You think the makeup is gonna come off?” she'd asked Mello earlier. Not all of Eva's scars had faded. The ones she had left still embarrassed the hell outta her and she was always scared that somebody was gonna find out the kinda life she'd lived and what she'd been through.

Mello had shaken his head. “The makeup is gonna work just fine, Eva. And nobody is gonna know anyway. But with or without the makeup, you're still beautiful, baby. Finer than any girl I've ever seen. A couple of old scratches on your body doesn't change that, baby.”

Eva smiled inside. It felt so damn good to have a man like Mello. In just a few short months he'd taken every bad thing that Rasheena and Jahden had done to her and turned it into a positively good thing.

Before getting with Mello, Eva had always fucked with the lights off. She wore makeup to cover the crisscrossed belt marks on her arms and legs, but that shit would rub off on the sheets during some good fucking and embarrass her to death.

One time she was with a dude that Alex had set her up with. He'd been sweating her for about five months when Eva decided to give him a try. It was summer and she had patted concealer on her worst spots before going to his crib. But when they dipped into his bedroom and he got to licking her and they were sweating all over his sheets, it looked like all the color was rubbing off her body.

That niggah clowned on Eva hard.

“Itch!
Uss all iss?” he said, sticking out his tongue. It was caked with makeup. Eva had never used that brand before and she must have spread way too much because his long pink tongue looked like he'd been licking mud. He wiped his tongue
off on the sheets, but then saw that there was makeup all over them as well. “Get the fuck outta my bed!”

Eva had been so embarrassed she wanted to cry. Not only did dude get stupid on her, he told all his friends too. Alex had cursed him out when she found out what happened, but still. The damage had been done. Eva was real careful about how she got down after that. His trifling ass had taught her a real good lesson.

But with Ramel “Ice Mello” Williams it had been different. He seemed to love her even with all her flaws.

“Eva, that dude is sprung on your ass,” Alex had told her late one night as they ate pizza and drank beer while Alex packed. Eva had been crying earlier in the day and she was still sad as fuck. Her girl was leaving Harlem for a while and Eva was gonna miss her. Alex had auditioned to sing in a play and had blown the part up. The producers had hired her on the spot, and she was heading to D.C. in two days to begin her pre-production training. Alex had been born to sing and Eva was truly happy for her friend, but she loved Alex like a sister and she didn't know what she was gonna do without her.

Alex grinned and swigged her brew. “Between Mello and Reem, I'm leaving you in good hands, chica. For real. You got Mello open, girl.” She laughed. “And not just because you got a big juicy ass, neither. Dude is into you. I mean really, really into you.”

And it seemed like Alex was right. Everything about Mello felt good. The way he looked at her and really paid attention when she spoke. The way he seriously considered what came outta his mouth when he was talking to her, instead of just blurting out the first thing on his mind. He was thoughtful like that. He was generous and kind and not afraid to share his feelings and his dreams. On top of being sexy as fuck, Mello was romantic too. He gave her lots of small presents too, just to surprise
her and make her happy. Once he was slow- fucking her with her legs spread open wide, and sucking her toes at the same time. Eva was shivering and trying to hold back on her nut, and didn't even realize that he'd had a diamond- crested toe ring in his mouth and had slipped it onto her second toe while he was sucking and fucking her. He'd brought it from Cartier and wanted to surprise her with it.

Eva dug that shit to the utmost. She dug everything that Mello put on her sexually and otherwise. She liked to lean back on him and tease his hard dick as he rubbed it between the crack of her soft, fluffy ass. He would breathe hard into her ear, his lips nibbling on her neck as he felt her up with both hands. Eva's soft moans would float into the air as her pussy leaked and warm cream slid from her crevices. The best would come next, when Mello would tease her nipples into hard peaks and send heat shooting through her body that felt like delicious firecrackers going off between her legs. By the time they were both naked sweat would be covering their bodies and their mouths would be exploring each other's hottest zones. Mello was a heavy hitter and he was working with a package that was a certified sexual apparatus. By the time he got through with his devastating foreplay Eva would be begging for him to lay it on her, and Mello would be about ready to shoot his sticky semen as far up in her as he could get it.

All of her man's sexual virtues were on Eva's mind as Mello snapped photo after photo after photo. He urged her on with his beautiful deep voice. He whispered all kinds of sexy shit that he knew would turn her on. By the time the session was finally over Eva was so horny that she'd had two silent orgasms for Mello, just from the sound of his voice.

“Check you out,” Mello said a few minutes later as he showed her some of the early stills.

Eva peered at the pictures with a keen eye. She was her own worst critic and she could be so hard on herself. Besides, these photos were for a major campaign and Eva wanted them to be perfect.

“Yeah, I sure hate what happened to Saucy,” Eva said as she studied her prints. She held out what she felt was the best picture, careful not to get whip cream anywhere near it, and sighed. Saucy Robinson had been the original Birthday Cake model, but that chick ended up being just as crazy as she was beautiful. Saucy had gone ballistic and dropped a dime on every cheating, scheming niggah she could think of in the entertainment industry, and in the end she'd messed around and lost her modeling contract
and her
life. Eva shook her head. “It was real sad how things ended up for her and all, but I'm damn sure glad they picked me to take her place.”

Mello just shrugged. “Saucy was fire in front of the camera, Eva, but she had mental issues. Ain't nobody never seen her body so I don't think the psycho chick is really dead, but whatever. You're finer than her anyway, Eva. Way finer. You got a better body and a calmer attitude too. That's why Noire chose you to model her gear. You's a winner, baby. A straight winner.”

Eva grinned, but she had to admit that he might have been right. Mello was just a part- time intern at the studio, but the shots he got of her looked better than what most professionals could do. Maybe it was because he was fucking her so good on and off the set, or maybe it was because Mello spoke the truth. Whatever it was, he was right. The photos were top- notch. Worthy of a high- end publication. They made Eva's ass look like it shoulda been plastered on billboards.

Back in her dressing room Eva wet a small towel and started wiping the whipped cream off her body. Mello came in behind
her and put his arms around her, scooping her body up from her ankles to her waist. She loved it when he did that shit. When he wrapped his arms around her whole body like that.

“What a fuckin’ day” he whispered, holding her and nibbling on her ear. “I'm done, baby.”

Eva led him over to the couch and straddled him. She couldn't resist. Her coochie was popping like a firecracker and it was still soaking wet. She pulled his shirt up and slid her lips around on his stomach. Mello's skin was the color of peanut butter and his muscles were round and hard.

“Don't get too tired yet, baby. You still got work to do.”

He responded by cupping her ass and squeezing her thick cheeks. “I ain't never too tired to get me some of this. He pulled the crotch of her little bikini aside and rubbed her clit. Eva moaned and he fumbled for his zipper.

“Hold up,” she said, pushing off from him.

Eva didn't want no quickie. She wanted the whole experience. From head to toe.

“Maybe I should take a shower first. I got Cool Whip in a few places where Cool Whip ain't supposed to go.”

“Don't worry,” Mello whispered. His eyes had that sexy- ass look in them as he licked his lips and pulled her closer. “I know all your spots, baby. Even the secret ones. Wherever Cool Whip has gone, Ice Mello's tongue will follow.”