It’s Friday night and the only music store in the mall, Da Hot Spot, is the place to be. Crammed with a young, rowdy crowd, the Spot pounds with a steady hip-hop beat that draws in the customers and keeps them milling in the aisles. When an employee sees two guys casing the store, she advises manager Bill Jackson to call security. But the last thing Bill wants is to cause a scene, particularly one that might incite racial tension. In the hopes of settling things quietly, he asks the alleged shoplifters to empty their pockets. Jamal Bey and his cousin Tyrece have long been regular customers at the Spot. Jamal knows Bill, but neither Tyrece nor Bill’s employees know just how well. When he’s asked, Jamal agrees to show Bill what’s in his pants ... but only in private. So the two head for the back room, where Bill discovers just how hot Jamal’s merchandise is.

Hot Merchandise

Above him, Jamal fists his hands in Bill’s short hair and bucks his hips to fuck into the willing mouth around his cock. “Yes,” he sighs, his words slurring together. “Jeez, yes, God, yeah, fuckyeah. Take it, take it all.”


Bill obeys, opening wider to accommodate Jamal’s length. He feels the cock harden between his cheeks, feels the skin tighten as he swirls down along the length, tastes the first dribble of pre-cum in the back of his throat. He wants this, yes, but not onlythis. He wants so much more.


Pulling back, Bill lets Jamal’s wet dick slip free from his lips. He stands, already unzipping his slacks before Jamal realizes what he’s doing. “Man, right here?”


“I need you,” Bill says simply. Nothing else matters at the moment.


Chapter 5