"How long you been up?" Renee found me sitting in front of my laptop, yawning and lazily scratching her head.
"Bout forty minutes; couldn't get back to sleep." Part of the reason was fear that my crazed cousin would return packing heat to avenge himself on both of us despite Renee's assurances to the contrary.
"What're you doing?"
"Messing around with that footage I got from Mintzy; just started editing it."
I'd managed to cobble together a few teasers as Renee pushed in beside me sitting down to see my progress. I had a brief scene up of a tightly cropped scene of my latest hookup's massive oil glistened breasts. Renee didn't react to it one way or the other as I noticed how her luscious thighs bulged out of her pajama styled gym shorts.
"It's just some fucking titties."
"It's a teaser; I made two with the other being this."
I opened up a second which revealed the same shot abruptly cutting to a wide point of view shot of Mintzy ankles up, legs spread in a human wishbone taking a complete rutting. My cock could be plainly seen slamming powerfully into her backdoor before cutting back to the initial shot of Mintzy's oiled breasts being massaged. Renee leaned in pushing me to the side replaying the clip a few times before commenting.
"That's fucking crazy man; you gonna post this?"
"I usually post teasers on the site and let it sit to see how much interest it generates. If it gets any substantial traction, I'll post."
"What kind of money you make posting this stuff?"
"Varies, but I been real lucky the few times I did." I pulled up the site on my phone showing her the activity on a few clips. Renee perused the site silently, intermittently replaying the clips I'd edited a few more times.
"Don't post this shit with Mintzy."
"Why, because she's your friend?" She put my phone down on the coffee table draping an arm about my shoulders.
"No, because I don't wanna find your head in a box on my doorstep downstairs."
"WHAT?!!" Renee chuckled at my reaction.
"Man, Shirley Lozano is how you say, connected; her old man doing a stretch upstate but he still kind of runs things, if you know what I mean? Yeah, she got the building in the divorce and a little convenience store but she still paying her tithes, if you get my drift?" Renee raised an eyebrow as I leaned back facepalming making her laugh.
"I would've never fucked with her if I knew that shit."
"Then she would've been coming around here trying to make some drama and I don't need that nonsense. She's kind of sequestered from the dick by hubby's boys although I used to see this one wise guy sneaking outta her store for a minute. I guess somebody snitched on his ass because he ain't around no more."
"Why you fix me up with her, Renee?"
"I already told you that shit; don't get excited because that's why I let you two roll around in my fucking laundry room. Besides, you wasn't doing nothing with that upgrade I gave you."
"Oh, are we talking about that stuff you put all over my junk, huh?"
"Relax, don't get out of pocket." Renee cautioned.
"Sorry, but now I gotta delete all this shit off my computer and cameras. Man, I know that footage was worth a lot of money." I went to my laptop, but she snatched my fingers away.
"Keep it."
"Why?"
"Ah, it might come in handy sooner or later; I want a copy of that shit. Besides, you ain't making no real money anyway nigga. That fucking website taking most of your profit. You need to make your own shit."
"Easy for you to say."
"Oh you own a successful business too; you financially independent, too nigga?" Renee was wearing a homemade wifebeater baby tee made from a white and blue baseball shirt. The undersides of her bare breasts were visible.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that."
"It's cool; at least you got a little hustle going on and that puts you miles ahead of fucking Jaquan."
"Yeah, well he gonna put me six feet under when he see me."
"He ain't gonna do shit; just talk to him and keep it one hundred. You know, I do feel a little shitty about letting you fuck Mintzy because you can't use that footage. Tell you what; I'll get you some more footage if you do me a favor."
"Sure, what is it?" My hand found itself on her thigh, lightly kneading it.
"I got a little thing where do charity haircuts for kids for forty minutes downstairs in my shop; I gotta get down there in about forty minutes. You sweep up the hair."
Renee roughly grabbed my thumb yanking my hand away. I favored my thumb as she got up intentionally giving me a view of her decadent cheeks.
"Okay, no problem Renee." She snapped her fingers walking over to the living room entrance before looking over her shoulder at me. I watched as she slid those gym short styled pajama bottoms off.
"Come on, we got a few minutes."
I almost ran behind Renee stupidly elated burying my face in her snatch as she sat on the edge of her bed. She reclined supporting her weight on one hand while palming my head. I made a thorough meal out of her cunt paying exquisite detail to her clit in tandem with her slit, sinking my tongue inside her working her to feverish extremes. Renee slid off the bed turning her huge, heart shaped butt towards my face. I peppered her left cheek with kisses before outright licking a slimy trail up it making her whimper.
I didn't waste any time parting her cheeks with both hands quickly burying my cock inside her snatch and pounding away at it making her butt jiggle. The sound of us bumping uglies filled her bedroom for all of five minutes before Renee straightened her back forcing me out of her honeypot. Before I could protest she turned around wrapping her arms around my neck with a knowing chuckle.
"Damn you gonna run up in me raw like that; trying to give my daughter a little sister, huh?"
"I'll get a condom."
"Fuck that noise; come take a shower with me cause we gotta hurry up and get downstairs."
I knew there was no use arguing with her following her to the shower where we cleaned up which degenerated into a sloppy mess of soapy lather and frenzied groping until Renee was obliged to get two loads out of me with the hands and rear cleavage forgoing a third with a playful slap to my cheek.
"I wanna film that someday." I mentioned casually, musing to myself as we dried off.
"Film what?"
"That thing we did in the shower; ass cheek fucking."
"Funny you should say that." Renee said quizzically leaving me alone in the bathroom to finish dressing.
There was a line waiting inside her salon with patrons that represented a wide spectrum of her business. Her business was a storefront affair but everything inside was modeled in a decidedly Art Deco esthetic with three stations on either side and two wall mounted flat screens for customer's enjoyment while getting serviced. The floor proper had a checkered black and white design to the tile that was a bit hypnotic if you looked at it long enough.
Renee had a narrow table with three chairs right outside her window that looked purchased from an antique shop or flea market. This bit of furniture added to the boho atmosphere. There were two sisters sitting outside at the table waiting for their kids to get serviced. Renee even opened up the side fence leading to the back of her building so that errant kids could hang out back their until they were ready to be serviced.
Two of her employees had been pressed into service, this skinny sister name Yoli who had a weird face that reminded me of this stoned cat from a Calvin and Hobbes type comic drawn by Aaron McGruder back in the day. The chick just looked weird with that face over a slender, slightly athletic body. The other I'd already met, rather seen the night before when I was hooking up with Mintzy. Her name was Rashida Sikes and she scoffed when Renee introduced me as we walked inside the salon.
There was no way I could forget the sight of her overly large thighs as she sat on the couch in the living room. I remembered that Rashida was watching the homemade porn on my laptop. She probably thought I was a pervert and from the look of things in her eyes, that would be the correct assumption. I hate to admit it, but I felt some shame at my own assessment of her probable thoughts of me. She'd lingered outside Renee's laundry room door as I engaged in casual sex with Mintzy.
Rashida was an anomaly in and of herself with a strange looking, bottom heavy figure. From the top of her head to her waist, Rashida was somewhat of a chunky, medium built black woman. Her face was narrow, moderately attractive and angry looking framed with wet looking, shoulder length hair similar to a Jheri curl. I couldn't tell much about her chest because she was wearing a large, multi-colored dashiki with strong sections of red, orange, yellow and green that fit her upper half like a smock.
Her lower half, however, was covered in some tiny looking jean shorts that clung to her like a second skin. That lower half told the tale of her unique allure in that her legs were urban thick, shapely and abnormally huge. It was hard to keep my eyes off them as I swept the floor clean of hair while the women worked and gossiped.
"DON'T YOU COME OVER HERE!!" Rashida blurted out when I got too close to her workspace.
"I was just sweeping up the hair."
"You can sweep it up over there away from me, boy!" Rashida snarled earning my silent ire. Some of the women gathered side eyed me because of her response making me doubly resentful.
"Why you tripping, girl?" Renee was braiding a little girl's hair taking stock of our interaction. The girl's short squat mother was sitting on a bench near Renee's area also giving me the stink eye.
