The bra catalogue

He got a magazine in his other hand, a bra catalogue for ladies. Or maybe it was a gentleman’s interest magazine disguised as a bra catalogue. Lem be looking at one page, but Steel could see the opposite page, and there was a bootyful blonde there showing off her brand-new bra by holding it up for the camera. Her actual tits was bouncing free as a bitch on a spree. Steel got eyes only for that Pueto Rican babe, who prolly got a cooey voice like a pigeon. She prolly mean as hell till a nigga get her clothes off, then she be hot and soft as rice pudding. Spanish girls was like that.
On the other nigga hand, he ain’t have that magazine in prison. The Puerto Rican lady bragging about the high quality of the gussets of her bra got his motor going good, revving like a Hyundai.
Lem picked up his bra catalogue, petting his long meat with one hand — still no hardon though, he be straight-up petting!– and he found a page with a hot chick on it but with no chicks at all on the other page. That way he could aim the hot chick at his own old-nigga eyeballs and the other page at Steel, so Steel got his own nigga-meat in hand and all he be looking at was a page advertising additional bra catalogues. Ain’t no pictures though.
He flipped to a new page, which did got a female on the opposite page, but she was fully clothed, holding up a bra splattered in paint or some shit — showing off the easy-clean nature of whatever bra this catalogue was advertising.

From Steel the Roughneck