Hooker to Housewife (17 page)

“Me? Why me?”

“You're a female and you could get a better read on them. You know, to see if they would be down for something like that. Just in case they're not, I don't believe they would be as offended by the suggestion coming from you as they would if it came from me.” If T-Roc only knew that the same girls he was nervous to approach would suck him off right here in the middle of the restaurant for a few dollars. “Offended” was nowhere in their vocabulary.

“Okay, I'll go over there. But if I convince them to come back to the hotel with us then you better fuck the shit out of them and make it worth my time.”

“If you can make this pop off, I promise it will be worth all of our time.” Chantal smiled and walked over to the girls' table. They already had a couple of drinks so they were ready to put on the show of their life. Chantal pretended to be having an intense conversation
with the women, when in all actuality she was complimenting them on how good they looked. They had rehearsed everything so many times it made no sense to go over it again. After fifteen minutes Chantal came back to the table with an overwhelmed look on her face like she had just brokered the deal of a lifetime.

“What did they say?” he asked anxiously. During the fifteen minutes Chantal was at their table, T-Roc had imagined twisting out the beauties in every position and watching Chantal finger herself as she watched. Chantal had put the idea in his head and now he couldn't get it out.

“They live in Spain and have been in New York for a few days visiting family, but they leave tomorrow.”

“Damn, so they not interested,” T-Roc said as he slumped over.

“Let me finish. They've never been with a black man before and find you extremely attractive.” T-Roc straightened back up and his eyes started sparkling.

“Does this mean it's a go?”

“Damn sure is. With a little convincing on my part they bit the bullet. I told them we are married and celebrating our wedding anniversary. I explained that we needed a boost in our boring marriage and it has always been my fantasy to watch my husband make love to a set of gorgeous twins. So they think they're doing me a favor and helping save my crumbling marriage.”

“You're a genius, Chantal.” T-Roc lifted Chantal's chin and placed a wet kiss on her lips, as if she had given him the best news he ever heard.

“They actually have a car service waiting out front for them so they're going to follow us back to the hotel.”

“That's cool. So are you ready to bounce?”

“Let's go.”

T-Roc and Chantal left the restaurant and the twins followed discreetly behind them. On the drive back to the hotel, T-Roc had his hands all over Chantal. The thought of her watching him twist
out two women was turning him on more than he ever thought possible. He had never had a woman make such a request of him and he was looking forward to obliging.

“Should we wait for the women to get out the car so we can go up together?”

“No, I already gave them the room number. I'm trying to keep this as hush-hush as possible. We definitely don't want this hitting page six.” During their elevator ride up Chantal kept going over every detail in her mind, wanting no hiccups. When they entered the room, T-Roc immediately started kissing Chantal passionately and exploring her body with his hands. “Wait,” Chantal hissed.

“What's wrong? The ladies will be up here any minute now and I thought we could have a little fun before they arrived.”

“That's cute but I want to save all my energy for when I'm viewing the show you're about to put on for me.” Chantal reached over and gave T-Roc a teasing kiss. “Now, why don't you go take a quick shower so when the women get here you can get right to it?”

“I'll be back in a few but I want you sitting right over there in your birthday suit when I come back.” Chantal nodded her head, letting T-Roc know she would do as he wished.

About five minutes later Chantal heard a light knock at the door. “Hi ladies, are you ready?”

“You know it, mami, we got you.”

“Remember don't say too much. Just take off your clothes and start going at him right off the jump.” Chantal wanted the girls to be mute because if they said more than a few words, it would be easy for T-Roc to catch on to their ignorance and juvenile age.

“I can't believe we about to fuck T-Roc. Ain't nobody on the block gon' believe this shit,” Rosalyn said to her sister as they undressed.

“Oh, make sure you leave on your heels.” Chantal knew if you wanted to instantly get a man ready to knock boots, just dangle a naked chick with a banging body in some stiletto heels in his face.
Chantal used the extra few minutes she had to check the teddy bear sitting on top of the dresser directly facing the bed.

By the time T-Roc emerged from the bathroom with water still dripping from his chiseled body, his rock hard tool led him straight toward the scrumptious eye candies. He was so caught up in the rapture that he totally forgot that Chantal was supposed to be sitting butt naked in the chair he had assigned her to only ten minutes ago. Once T-Roc hit the bed the twins began their award-winning performance and had his full attention. Chantal was able to fall back and let the teddy bear she purchased from the spy shop in the Village record T-Roc's sex escapade with the underage delinquents.

After two hours of watching the twins perform sex acts that she hadn't even mastered, Chantal was ready to call it a night. T-Roc wasn't even a match for the well-experienced duo. They licked and sucked every hole on his entire body and some that she didn't even think T-Roc knew existed. He took turns fucking each girl as the other pleasured herself. The sisters were so in tune with one another that they would actually cum at the same time. They more than earned the fifteen hundred apiece Chantal was giving them. She was so satisfied with their performance she decided to throw in an extra thousand as a bonus.

All three had come multiple times and eventually passed out. Chantal let T-Roc sleep but soon woke the twins, thanked them, paid them, and sent them on their way. Now that she had her own version of an R. Kelly tape on T-Roc, she no longer had any use for the hot boxes and wanted them out of her face. She sat down on the bed, beside a peaceful, sleeping T-Roc and couldn't help but smile. He was probably dreaming about the fuck fest he just had, unaware that his moments of satisfaction cost him what he cherished most—power. T-Roc's fate now rested in the hands of Chantal.

Working so closely
with Andre for the past month, Tyler was able to see a side of him that the music videos and commercials never captured—a warm, loving, and gentle man. On the occasions when they were on long breaks between takes he would talk about his daughter and his whole face would light up. Tyler would speak about how painful it was to be away from her son, Christian, and Andre genuinely seemed to care and understand. Soon, Tyler realized, she had fallen deeper in love with Andre. Being near him and unable to express her feelings of desire was the cause of sleepless nights. Initially she was hoping that maybe it was all a schoolgirl crush that would pass, but after the jealous rage her mind went into when she saw Chantal going into his trailer, she realized it was much more than that. Tyler desperately wanted to share her thoughts with someone, hoping that maybe a voice of reason would put her back on the straight and narrow. As she drove to
West Hollywood to meet her friend Chrissie for dinner at Dan Tana's, Tyler prayed she could finally divulge her secrets to someone she considered a true confidant. Tired of keeping all her emotions bottled up, Tyler felt Chrissie was the only person trustworthy enough to share such privileged information with. When Tyler entered the celeb-favored restaurant, Chrissie was already seated at a private table in the back.

“Tyler, you really look fabulous. I just saw you a few weeks ago, but it seems you keep looking better and better,” Chrissie squealed as she hugged Tyler.

“Sweetheart, it's Hollywood. I don't know if it's something they put in the water or just the magnificent way they pamper you, but they do things a lot different out here.”

“Well, whatever it is, keep it up,” Chrissie encouraged while giving Tyler a high five. “So how's the movie coming along? I can't believe my best friend is like this movie star. Not only that, but you were able to get me the job as the publicist for the whole project. You obviously have major clout.”

“Well, it helps to be sleeping with the director,” she laughed. “But of course, who else would I want for the job,” Tyler said with a sly smile. “I have to admit not only did I want you because you're the best damn publicist in the business, but also for my own selfish reasons.”

“Reasons like what?” Chrissie asked curiously.

“Just in case a scandal breaks, you'll try extra hard to clean it up.”

“What type of scandal are you referring to? Because if you're speaking of you and William, no one is going to dare touch that story; everyone knows that it is off limits.”

“Actually, I'm speaking of something else. Nothing has happened yet, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to control my feelings much longer.”

“I'm confused. Explain to me exactly what you are talking about.”

“You have to first promise that this stays between the two of us.”

“That goes without saying,” Chrissie said, sounding offended.

“Promise, Chrissie.”

“Fine, I promise. Now what is this top secret information?”

“It's been building up for a while, but I'm starting to develop strong feelings for Andre,” Tyler admitted, feeling like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

“What! You can't be serious. I thought you were head over heels for William.”

“I thought so, too, and now I feel awful for causing all that unnecessary strain on his marriage. But I can no longer deny the feelings I have for Andre. Every time I'm around him all I want to do is reach out and embrace him with a long, lingering kiss.”

“Tyler, dear, that sounds like lust to me. Maybe you should jump his bones and get him out of your system, but do it discreetly, of course. No, I take that back, don't have sex with him.”

“This is more than about sex, Chrissie. I want to be with him.”

“Like a relationship?” she asked, surprised.

“Exactly, if he'll have me. I think he's incredible and I would love to see what could happen between us.”

“Besides William setting you both on fire.”

“Chrissie, that's sick. William doesn't have a violent bone in his body.”

“Everyone has a violent streak when pushed, and having a torrid affair with your costar right under William's nose might be the one thing that completely sets him off. All I'm saying is that you need to really think about this before you just jump in head first.”

“I know you're right, and honestly I wish I didn't have all these feelings for Andre, but I can't seem to fight them. The harder I try to forget about him the worse it becomes.”

“Well, working so closely with him every day isn't exactly making it any easier.”

“Tell me about it. But I might be fantasizing over nothing. I believe he is in a relationship with his baby mother. I can't quite get a read on the two of them. When I first met him he casually told
me he was single, but the other day I saw her going into his trailer.”

“Tyler, let it go. You don't need to be bothered with no baby mama drama. You're a movie star now. You're so beyond such petty relationships.”

“You don't call being involved with the director of my movie, who just so happens to be married, petty?”

“First of all, William is crazy about you and I know he will leave his wife; it's just a matter of time. Second of all, being in a relationship with him is a lot more respectable than the sloppy mess you will have with Andre Jackson and his baby mama. Trust me on that.”

“I hear everything you're saying, but once again I've fucked up. Even if William did leave his wife, which I doubt, you go out how you came in. I should've never got involved with a married man. So if William did leave his wife he would probably eventually leave me, too, for somebody else. It's called karma—you can't escape it.”

“I don't know what to tell you. All I can say is that whatever you decide to do, be careful. William will be out for blood if you leave him for another man, especially the actor he hired.” Tyler knew that Chrissie was right but she wasn't thinking with her head right now. She was too focused on the tingles you get in your stomach when you first fall in love.

After Tyler finished her dinner with Chrissie, she checked her voice messages on her way home. To her surprise she had a message marked “urgent” from what sounded like William's assistant. She said there was an emergency meeting on the studio lot at eight o'clock. Tyler thought that was odd and wondered why William didn't call her himself. She figured he was probably hectic and when William got in business mode he had no time for anyone. It was pouring outside and Tyler did a quick U-turn in the middle of the street to head back toward the studio. When she arrived, the lot
seemed damn near deserted. Tyler dreaded getting out of the car since it had been pouring rain for the last hour and she had no umbrella. Plus, she wore a negligee-style dress to dinner with Chrissie and knew she would get drenched in the almost-nothing fabric. As Tyler dashed across the parking lot in her five-inch Giuseppe Zanotti heels, her chiffon dress clung to her body as the rain saturated her. When Tyler reached the entry, it was locked and she banged for what seemed forever. Finally the door opened and Andre was standing in front of her.