Brick (Double Dippin') (35 page)

When the text came through with the address to the secret location, Brick tipped the limo driver and sent him on his way. He and Anya switched to an inconspicuous rental car, and drove to Malibu.

They parked in front of a mansion, and were met at the gate by a brawny, security dude. “Name?” he asked, stone-faced.

“Kenya and Stone,” Anya replied. Brick noticed the slight tremor in Anya’s voice. He put his arm around her waist, reassuringly.

The guard looked at the screen of his phone. “Okay, you’re on the list. Go ahead,” he said, stepping aside.

Nothing could have prepared Brick or Anya for the bizarre world they walked into.

“What the fuck!” Anya whispered.

“Damn!” Brick muttered.

They both gawked at the two nude men that held trays. Both men were dark complexioned, with close-cut, platinum-colored hair. One wore green contact lenses and the other wore blue. Most startling, however, were their full, jiggling feminine breasts—a
stark contrast to their humongous dicks that swung pendulously as they moved about.

“Champagne, Patrón, or Grey Goose?” the green-eyed blonde asked Anya. “My name is Malaysia and I’m your server tonight.”

Uh…uh.” Staring at the man’s enviable breasts, Anya was stuck as her eyes roved from the tray to the curious, male/female fusion named Malaysia.

Dick and hips swaying, the “fusion” with the blue eyes sidled up to Brick. In his hand was a tray filled with dildos, condoms, dick rings, nipple pincers, and an assortment of sex-themed party favors. “Help yourself,” he said, giving Brick a flirtatious wink. “Call me Trixie.” He switched the tray to his other hand, prompting his long and thick dick to gently sway.

Brick’s expression didn’t change. He grabbed a handful of condoms. “Thanks,” he said.

Still stammering, Anya had not yet selected a drink. “We’re both drinking vodka,” Brick told Malaysia.

Trixie batted his lashes at Brick. “The showcase is in the ballroom. You two can follow me,” he said, and strutted ahead. Prancing like a long-legged stallion in seven-inch platforms, his perfect, hard mound of an ass made figure eights as he moved.

Anya looked at Brick and raised a brow quizzically. “Showcase?” she mouthed. Brick shrugged as they trailed behind the naked pre-op, transsexual man.

“Excuse me, Ms. Thang,” Anya blurted. “Is Smash Hitz gon’ perform at the showcase?”

Trixie whirled around while delicately placing a large hand on a narrow hip. “Honey, this is not the kind of venue where Mr. Hitz performs. But I’ll let you in on a lil’ secret,” he said, leaning forward conspiratorially. “After the guests loosen up and interact with the performers….a special couple will be selected and then sent by limo to Mr. Hitz’ home in Beverly Hills. Honey, if you
think this place is something, you should see his sprawling mansion in Beverly Hills. This ain’t nothing but a playhouse compared to the big crib. Now, follow me.”

“Hold up. Who picks the couple?” Brick asked.

“We do. All of the staff observes closely and then we select the most adventurous pair, and the lucky couple gets to spend the night with Mr. Hitz.”

Brick gave Anya a significant look. She nodded in understanding. They both were thinking the same thing:
After all this trouble, Smash Hitz ain’t even here!

Anya returned her attention to Trixie. “Could you put in a good word for us? We’re big fans; it would mean a lot,” she said in a tiny voice.

Trixie adjusted his stance, deftly balancing the tray as he shifted to the other foot. “It don’t work like that, sugah. You gotta earn ya spot with Mr. Hitz.”

En route to the main room, where the party was already in progress, Brick and Anya exchanged looks as they passed corridors and other areas that were blocked off with signs that firmly stated, “Forbidden.”

Trixie waved his arm in an extravagant gesture. “Here we are. Feel free to shed those clothes after you get nice and comfortable.” Eyes latched on Brick, Trixie pinched his nipples. They hardened almost instantly. “We’re completely uninhibited here at The Playhouse. And sometimes the staff joins in the fun.” He blew Brick a kiss and sashayed off.

“Someone has the hots for you,” Anya murmured. “I’m the jealous type, so I hope I don’t have to whip Miss Thang’s ass and use that anaconda dick he’s rocking as a punching bag.”

“Nah, babe. He ain’t no competition. This is all you,” Brick said and ran a hand over his thickening groin.

A
nya and Brick stood dumbfounded at the entrance to the ballroom. They looked in the room and then back at each other, sharing embarrassed smiles.

In the center of the room, a light-skinned woman with long, butterscotch-colored, spiral-curled hair, was oddly positioned in a sex swing. In front of her, a man slid his dick in and out of her pussy, while another man fucked her from the rear.

Perpendicular to the sex-swing act was a man lying on his back on top of a pallet. He was apparently a contortionist with both legs pulled behind his head, his ankles bound to his wrists. Fully exposed, his anus was wide open and ready for penetration. His erect penis pointed outward, visibly pulsating.

“Oh, my God!” Anya whispered.

In another area, a woman stood against a wall with her legs spread while she stroked her oversized, erect clit. With her eyes locked on a couple sitting on a nearby sofa, the big-clit chick smiled, silently inviting the couple to come join her.

“What the hell is all this? A sex circus?” Brick mumbled.

“I don’t know, but I’m mesmerized. Don’t hold it against me, but I’m kind of turned on…in a real weird way. This is disturbing,” Anya said with a soft giggle. “It’s a damn shame we’re here for business instead of pleasure.”

“Stay focused, babe. Let’s go on in…sit down and watch this freak show. Smash isn’t here, but we still might stumble on to a
lead to put me in touch with Juicy.” Brick reached for Anya’s hand as they crossed the room together.

Couples were snuggled together on settees, chairs, and sofas, watching the various sex acts in a kind of wide-eyed rapture.

“I recognize some of these couples in here. Most of them were at the club earlier tonight,” Brick mused.

Anya looked around at the spectators. “Yeah, I see a few familiar faces, too. I wonder why Smash only invites couples.”

“I heard he’s into watching live porn. This so-called ‘Playhouse’ is proof that the man is the biggest freak on the planet.”

“I know, right? I’m glad we didn’t try to track him down in Miami. This dude has mansions all over the globe.”

The gender-bending serving boys pranced gaily around the ballroom, plying the guests with more liquor and offering condoms.

Pleasant-sounding murmurs from the guests signaled that everyone was having a naughty good time.

“Ooo, look at that shit over there!” Anya pointed to the woman that was openly playing with her pussy. “The more she rubs on it, the bigger her clit is getting. It’s swelled up to the size of a baby dick,” Anya whispered, enthralled by the unusual sight.

Apparently aroused, an attractive couple seated near Anya and Brick began to murmur excitedly. Deciding to get involved in the action, the female, a voluptuous dark-haired beauty, set her drink down and rose from her chair. “You coming?” she said to her man, her eyes sparkling with sexual mischief.

“No, not yet. I just wanna watch. Go on over there, Tiffany. Do you!” he encouraged.

“I will. I’m not shy about my sexuality,” the woman stated. Dressed in a body-hugging short dress, she took off across the floor, swinging her long weave and her hips.

Moments later, Brick, Anya, and the encouraging bashful husband
were all leaning forward, watching Tiffany, on her knees, sucking the baby-dick clit.

“Damn, Brick. This
is
a freak show, and it’s getting to me. We gotta hurry up and get outta here. With all this going on…” She looked around at the debauchery and gazed at Brick. “Babe, this freak shit has me craving one of your special punishments,” Anya said, squeezing her thighs together.

“I gotchu,” Brick assured her. “After I handle this business.”

“I want Smash to hurry up! After you finish interrogating him, and you know, whatever else you have to do…are you gonna take care of my pussy?”

“I promise,” he whispered. “You gotta chill, though.”

“Okay. Just know that I want you to pound my pussy until I start speaking in tongues.”

Brick chuckled. “Stop making me laugh. This is serious business.”

As they both laughed softly, a big, beefed-up bald dude came in the room. Wearing a stern expression, he rushed past the guests, heading toward the servers. He was dressed in jeans and a wife beater that showed off arms with muscles like boulders. Oddly, he had a silk scarf flung around his neck, and was wearing heels. Expensive heels with red soles.

With great authority, he marched over to Malaysia. “Redbone’s getting sloppy! Tell her I said to get off that swing and take a break.”

“What the fuck!” Brick’s head swiveled back and forth from the girl on the swing to the beefy drag queen.

“I know, right?” Anya said. “That’s a big-ass drag queen. This place is a zoo. But who’s he supposed to be? The supervisor?”

Brick went silent as he watched the girl disengage from her sex partners and climb out of the swing. “That’s Redbone!” Brick murmured.

“Redbone? Who’s she?” Anya asked. She was momentarily distracted as the girl in the swing was replaced by another naked female with oversized implants.

“It’s about to get ugly in here,” Brick said, looking serious.

“What happened? Did Smash Hitz come through?”

“Nah, I’m about to have a word with Redbone.”

Anya looked surprised. “Why?”

With a determined look in his eyes, Brick pushed out of his seat and followed Redbone, the chick that Cash Money had told him about.

Barefoot and naked, Redbone lifted a tarp and trotted down one of the “forbidden” corridors.

Looking from side to side and over his shoulder, Brick stealthily followed her. He didn’t see the supervisor dude or either of the servers. No one was around.
Good!
He peeked in an opening of the tarp and watched until Redbone and her buttery-colored curls had disappeared from view.

He scanned the area again; there was Trixie, carrying a tray. The server did a double take when he noticed Brick.

Smiling sheepishly, Brick said, “I wanna get into something private with Redbone. How much to keep you quiet?”

“For you, handsome?” Trixie looked up in thought. “Three hundred dollars and a taste of your personal goodies when the showcase is over.” Trixie gazed at Brick’s crotch.

Those days are over, mufucka,
Brick thought, but said, “You got it, boo.” Brick peeled off three bills.

Trixie took the money and walked away.

Brick lifted the tarp and stepped behind it.

The hallway led to a room with an arched entryway. Sliding along the walls of the corridor, Brick crept toward the dimly lit room.

Eyes squinted, he scanned the room, making note of a ladder, piles of sheetrock, and cans of paint on top of the thick protective plastic that covered the hardwood floor. He quietly edged his way into the room, noticing that furniture was pushed into corners and covered with drop cloth. The room was obviously in the process of being renovated. Another fetish room, Brick surmised. Smash Hitz would probably transform the entire residence into a sex-themed showpiece.

In a dark corner in the rear, he spotted the red spark of Redbone’s cigarette as she took a leisurely drag, and then sipped her drink. Reclining on a tarp-covered chaise lounge, she was giving her aching pussy and sore ass a well-deserved break from all that nonstop fucking.

Moving quickly, Brick’s boots crunched noisily on the plastic floor covering.

Startled, Redbone leaned forward. Eyes wide with alarm, she snuffed out her cigarette, dropping it into her drink.