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02 Eylül 2023, 09:36
Hello all and thanks again for checking out this tale. If you found the last two installments interesting, im hoping that you will like this one just the same. As always, my stories take place in a land of make believe where STDs dont exist and its very possible that i may have a few facts wrong but im hoping you'll enjoy it anyway. if you like it, please let me know. if you hate it, i'd like to know that as well and why. Thanks again and happy reading.
Recap: When we last saw new lovers Tiffany and Calvin, they were attending a backyard BBQ at the home of FBI AIC Aaron Banks. While there, the two get the shock of their lives as Tiffany recognizes a former lover whom she knew as someone else, as well as his fiancé that both Tiffany and Calvin knew as a therapist that they had both been seeing unbeknownst to the other one.
Chapter 1 Six degrees of penetration
The emotions expressed facially on Calvin, Tiffany, Dr. Barnes, Agent Austin Sharp, and AIC Aaron Banks ranged from shock, anger, more shock, fear and confusion.
Shock that he and Tiffany are seeing the same psychiatrist and neither of them knew it.
Anger that the man that Tiffany knew as "Chet" whom she had been sleeping with prior to Calvin had actually been an undercover agent FBI with a fiancée and a black fiancée to boot, and not the single, wealthy white businessman vying for the reins of a company that he must control fully before he can wed a black wife.
More shock that somehow, two patients of hers who can't be more different; two patients who shouldn't have intersected with each other in a million years have somehow found themselves in a relationship.
Fear that at any moment, Tiffany will spill the beans on him in his guise of "Chet" and let the entire world, including his boss and his fiancée know that he'd been going the extra mile in his undercover duties and fucking one of his potential confidential informants.
And confusion on the part of Aaron Banks on why everyone is looking the way they are and on just what the fuck is going on?
But before any of them could speak further...
"Oh help me Jesus! Bobbie done fell in da pool!"
"Sigh, it wouldn't be a Banks backyard cookout if my sister in law, within five minutes after she gets here, didn't fall face first into the ten feet side.
Calvin would you help me get her out before she drowns?" Aaron said as he and Calvin rush toward the pool.
"Baby I'd better see if I can help as well." Carolyn says to Austin. "And Tiffany? We've definitely got to speak later."
The three rush off to help, leaving Tiffany and Austin alone. And since everyone else has turned their attention to the pool scene, Austin uses it as an opportunity to "explain".
"Thank you." He says to her.
Tiffany finds that she's more angry than hurt. Eventually, she would have had to tell him that her legs were now forever closed to him and every other man on the planet outside of the one that just dived into ten foot of water fully clothed in order to drag a drunken middle aged woman out of peril.
But for her to have led her on in the way that he had. Everything he had told her...his being single, his being a wealthy businessman, his desire to marry her, even his own fucking name! All lies! The lot of it.
"What the hell are you "thanking" me for "Chet?"
"Sigh, for not spilling the beans on me. It would have been difficult to explain why I..."
"Why what? Difficult to explain why you were having sex with an escort? Are you saying that your boss and fiancée won't understand that you were just "doing your job?"
"Tiffany..."
"Don't "Tiffany" me as if we know each other. I don't know a god damn thing about you; Austin or whatever the fuck your name is."
"Tiffany, I wanted to tell you the truth."
"Oh really?" She said in a tone dripping with sarcasm and contempt. "So What stopped you? Was it fucking me in my ass or cumming down my throat?"
"Tiffany..."
"I just realized something. You also fucked my best friend Lisa. She was the person who warned me about you and how you loooove anal sex!
Tell me "Austin" is this just some sick joke you play with the "sistahs?"
"Sick joke? What are you talking about Tiffany?"
"Oh come off of it Austin! I'm sure that you are your "G-man" buddies get a great laugh as you tell them about how easy it was to deceive a silly little colored girl who was dumb enough to see you as sincere.
Do you have any remorse at all over how disingenuous it was of you to deceive me in this manner?"
"I didn't deceive you Tiffany. You had deceived yourself long before I came on the scene."
"Is that a fact?" She said with her arms folded. "Please explain to me how I deceived myself?"
"Gladly. You see Tiffany, in this puffed up fantasyland that you created, you deceived yourself into thinking that the white man can do no wrong. That is why you'd step over a hundred eligible black men who would absolutely cherish you, all for the chance to be a Tony Lino side Çanakkale Escort (http://www.canakkaleescort.org) chick.
Did you vet anything that I told you? Did you google me to see if I was on the up and up? You took me at my word and the only thing you even had for me was a first name.
I tell you that I'm a wealthy businessman in line for a Fortune 500 CEO position and you swallow it hook line and sinker; on my word alone.
You could witness a black cardiologist in the middle of successful open heart surgery and you'd still demand to see his med school certificate in order to see if he's legit.
On top of that, we have literally hours of audio from Sassy Y Classy strip club with you sounding more like a KKK grand wizard than you do a misunderstood African American millennial female.
Racially charged jokes, disparaging remarks...yeah, I get it. Your all white male clientele loved that aspect of your personality, the part that despises half her race.
But here is the real tragedy of it all. When you aren't around, they all laugh at you. They call you a self hater...they have even given you a nickname..."Auntie Ruckus."
"Liar!" Tiffany shouts. "Tony would never have allowed..."
"Tony Lino allowed several of his mafia cohorts to run a train on you and to then plaster their loads on your face as if you were making a porno.
Lino doesn't give a fuck about you. Not today, nor ever.
You treat us like gods while we treat you like the whore you are."
Tiffany found that she really didn't have a comeback for the smug asshole.
What does one say in retort when someone has profiled them so effectively?
Why did it take Calvin risking his life to save hers; twice...for her to even consider that perhaps she had been in error in her condemnation of the entirety of the black male species?
But Why was it wrong for her to have a preference? No one gave the Kardashian women grief for primarily dating black athletes and entertainers so why was it wrong for her to like what she liked?
"Auntie Ruckus" though? That seemed like a bridge too far. I mean how does telling a racially insensitive "black man, white man, Chinese man", joke while sitting on the lap of wealthy oil baron in the VIP room with his colleagues suddenly morph her into the female version of Stephen from Django Unchained?
Being called a "whore" really didn't bother her. It was simply an "on the job side effect", if one chose to look at it that way.
Being treated like a whore? Different matter in its entirety though...
She's only felt that way once before. When Tony had his gang to treat her as if they were shooting a b-grade low budget fuck flick.
"I wonder Austin...I wonder what your fiancée will say when she finds out about you having fucked me multiple times? I can describe parts of your body that I should have no business knowing how they look.
I wonder how your black boss will feel about you sleeping with escorts while under cover?"
Austin laughed. "Oh this is rich. Blackmail? Not gonna happen."
"What's to stop me from going out there right now and telling everyone at the party about the birthmark under your ball sack?"
"Ten years in federal lockup will probably do it." He said to her as he noted the surprise on her face. "Got your attention didn't I?"
"What are you talking about man? I haven't did anything to get ten..."
"Federal prostitution, organized crime, being part of a continuing criminal enterprise, and RICO is his name."
"Rico?" I don't even know who that is."
"It's not a "who" Tiff, it's a law. Racketeering Influenced Corrupt Organizations act. The mafia's worst nightmare. I bring charges and you'll do a minimum of ten years.
I have a feeling that you have better reasons to stay out of prison than you do getting me into trouble with Carolyn or my supervisor.
Reasons like your new "love", as well as the son of yours that his Caucasian father won't allow you to see."
"My son? How the hell do you know that I have a son?"
"What the fuck do you think we do at the FBI? Write parking tickets?" He asked her with a look of incredulity on his face. "Jayden McRainey, age 7. Father, Howard McRainey age 26, married to Victoria Reynolds-McRainey, the daughter of real estate developer and millionaire Bentley Reynolds.
You've been trying for years to even be allowed to have visitation rights, but the family wants nothing to do with you, and their power, wealth, influence and dare I say...whiteness have kept you from even having a modicum of a relationship with your son.
I'm guessing that you're hoping that presenting a stable home life, by being in a relationship with a real life American hero like Mr. Jefferson out there will do for you what the mafia, nor some overpriced mob lawyer could do.
Which is to give you a fighting chance at winning a custody war by giving yourself an aura of respectability. How I'm doing so far?"
Tiffany fought with every vestige of her strength to restrain the tears Çanakkale Escort Bayan (http://www.canakkaleescort.org) that threatened to fall from her eyes. She would not, could not give this prick the satisfaction.
She had never hated anyone more at a single moment in her life. This asshole held all the cards. She couldn't expose him without going to jail herself; she was sure of it.
Howard...that fucking hypocrite! They had met in the club, she had started secretly seeing him behind the back of Tony. He had promised to take her away from the life she was living.
And this was the reason she allowed him to knock her up in the first place...
Only, instead of riding happily ever after off into the sunset with her "white knight in shining armor", he immediately sued her for custody and stripped her of her rights to even see the child, using high priced attorneys and Private Detectives to paint the picture of a whore of a mother who would be unfit to even change the baby's diaper.
If she had never realized before this moment as she confronted Austin Sharp, she knew now that she has always been a terrible judge of character.
"You win." She said quietly.
"I win? What does that mean exactly?"
"Your...I mean, our secret is safe." She said to him as she turned to exit the room.
"Wait. We aren't done." He said to her.
"We aren't done? What do you mean by that?"
"Well"...he said rather tenderly. "I'd like to continue seeing you."
She couldn't believe her ears. After all that he had just said, did he really think she'd want to ever share a bed with him again?
"Are you out of your mind? Why would I ever allow you to..."
"Remember Tiff. I hold all the cards here."
"Fine. Lock me up. I'd rather do ten years than allow your dick anywhere near a hole in my body."
"What if I told you I can help you get your son back?"
"Why the fuck should I believe you?"
"Because...you have something I need. Something I crave...something...that I can't live without." He told her as he rubbed her pussy lips through her tight and skimpy cutoff shorts.
She tried to look disinterested. But it was hard. His touch electrified her body. She tried in vain to think of Calvin, but the suddenness of his caress caught her completely unawares.
"Quickening pulse rate, heavy breathing...I'd say that you feel the same way."
"Austin please don't..." She said to him. "Your fiancée and my boyfriend are right outside."
"But...they aren't in here; with us. Now, I'd like to conduct a body cavity search. So Drop your shorts and allow me to search your body's... "cavity." He said as he attempted to pull her close to him.
She knew that if she didn't act fast, Austin would have her bent over a chair with her shorts on the other side of the room with her soaked panties around her ankles and his thick, pulsating white cock buried in her ebony cooch faster than one could say "police coercion"; and that she'd be a willing participant.
She needed to be somewhere else...ASAP.
"I...Calvin's waiting on me." She said as she gently pushed him away.
"He's not the only one."
"I've...I've got to go." She said as she exited the room with a heavy sigh of relief and went on a search for the man she came to the cookout with.
Chapter 2 Aint no mountain high enough.
"Listen...baby...ain't no mountain high,
Ain't no valley low....ain't no river wiiiide enough baby."
"If you need me call me, no matter where you are,
No matter how far...." "don't worry baby."
"Just call my name, I'll be there in a hurry,
You don't have to worry..."
"Because baby there ain't no mountain high enough,
Ain't no valley low enough, ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you baby."
Calvin sat under a large shaded oak tree and smoked a cigarette at a picnic table in swim trunks that he had borrowed from Aaron's 22 year old son, Aaron Jr. while his own soaked garments were attended to by Mary Banks, the matriarch of the Banks household.
Joining him was the still damp and hapless, but now very sober "Bobbie" who also puffed on a Newport that she had bummed off of him.
"I just loves me some Marvin and Tammy!" Bobbie declared as the blue tooth speaker filled the air with the festive Motown tune from two of its premier artists. "It reminds me of growing up in the 70s."
"Well, it was a bit before my time ma'am. But I'm an old school connoisseur of good music also." Calvin said to her.
"Really?" she said with genuine interest. "What's one of your favorite groups? A band that you can just put the tape in and let it play?" She asked.
"The tape?" He asked with genuine confusion.
"Ohhh, you young folk! Technology has truly deprived you of life's finer things. When you go to pandora or Spotify looking for music, what station are you likely to select?"
"The Hall and Oats channel."
"Boy! Hush yo mouth! Who turned you onto Hall and Oats?"
"My Aunt Annie did." He Escort Çanakkale (http://www.canakkaleescort.org) replied. (We met Aunt Annie and the role she played in Calvin's life in part two).
"Well, she has great taste. I LOVES me some blue...eyed...soul! Ambrosia, Michael Macdonald, The Doobie brothers, AWB..."
For some peculiar reason, Bobbie's mention of "blue eyed soul" made Calvin realize that he hadn't seen Tiffany since the near "drowning" incident thirty minutes ago.
He initially noticed that she seemed flustered about something but he couldn't recall what it was. The last he remembered was her dropping the plate of food she was carrying after they noticed Dr. Barnes and her fiancée being in attendance.
That's right! It was seeing that they both knew the same doctor that caused her the shock that she had suffered frontline which cause the plate of ribs and chicken to go airborne.
But didn't she also initially call Austin Sharp by another name? Chet?
Mistaken identity probably."
"I leave you alone for five minutes and here you are out here talking to a beautiful woman." Tiffany said with a smile in her voice as she walked up behind Calvin, wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a loud lip smack on the cheek.
It took her a second to notice what every woman in the backyard had already keyed in on. A shirtless Calvin and his completely ripped upper half.
"Baby? What happened to your clothing?" She asked casually.
"Mrs. Banks took my wet clothes inside to dry them."
Panic washed quickly over Tiffany's face. "Did you say, "dry them?"
"I think so. What's wrong baby?"
"You don't "dry" Versace!" She said frantically, as she next made a beeline to the house followed by a curiously confused Bobbie.
"I wondered if we'd have a chance to talk alone." A familiar voice said as Dr. Carolyn Barnes took a seat at the picnic table. Calvin surmised that her conservative attire of baggy shorts, a flowery blouse and sneakers was due in part to the fact that this was her Aunt's home, and not her office where she normally wore the most revealing of outfits including form fitting skirts, blouses with the first three buttons undone and the sexiest heels or leather boots one had ever laid eyes on.
Despite this, Calvin found himself holding onto a bit of resentment after the last "session" that the two of them had, so he wasn't sure that he even wanted to converse with the therapist at this moment.
But, being out of his element and not wanting to make waves, he acquiesced and initiated the conversation.
"It's a good thing that I wasn't suicidal the other day when you turned our therapy time into a phone sex escapade." He told her.(part two for details).
She looked slightly embarrassed over the incident. Calvin had indeed booked a remote phone session with her for a serious matter. He was trying to determine if his new relationship had a chance of blossoming into something real.
But the minute he mentioned "sex", Carolyn, couldn't keep her dildo out of her snatch as she made him relay every single detail.
Details ranging from when Tiffany first entered his room as he slept and "accidentally" touched his cock, to her bouncing atop him until she squirted all over his lap.
"Take a walk with me Calvin." She asked.
He agrees and the two make their way to the front of the house for a walk down the sidewalk.
"I can't go too far." He explained. "I have to make sure that..."
"Tiffany's ok?"
"Yes. How did you know?"
"A little deductive and inductive reasoning." She lied. "The truth was that Tiffany had called her right after he did(unbeknownst to him)to ask her advice as to how she should precede in their fledgling relationship.
She told her how Calvin had went from nemesis to savior to bodyguard to lover; so she knew that he had a protective eye on the 26 year old vixen.
She also confirmed that Calvin had a 12 inch plus cock.
"So. What did you want to discuss?"
"I want to apologize for my behavior. It was so...out of character and unprofessional of me."
"I see." Calvin said as the two continued up the quiet street.
"So. You and Tiffany."
"Yes. Me and Tiffany." He said as he lit a cigarette.
"Gotta admit. I didn't see that one coming."
"You're one to talk." Calvin replies with a sly smile.
"Meaning?"
"Everything about you gives off this "Afrocentric, pro black vibe. You have at least three Malcolm X portraits in your office with some of his famous sayings at the bottom. You even have one of Marcus Garvey and a "free, H. Rap Brown" poster on the wall.
So how is me getting with Tiffany anymore of a surprise than who you lay down with on a nightly basis?"
"Are you saying that a black woman cant be "woke" and have a white mate?"
"No. What I'm saying is this; people like who they like. You can't help who you're attracted to or who you attract."
"Amen to that." She aid as she lightly touched his arm. "But I have to ask; not as a therapist, but as a fellow attendee at a BBQ. "Tiffany's "anti black man" stance has to give you a bit of pause; doesn't it?"
"She's not anti black man anymore."
"You're kidding yourself Calvin. A lifetime of conditioning is not magically swept away by one incident that doesn't fit the norm."
Recap: When we last saw new lovers Tiffany and Calvin, they were attending a backyard BBQ at the home of FBI AIC Aaron Banks. While there, the two get the shock of their lives as Tiffany recognizes a former lover whom she knew as someone else, as well as his fiancé that both Tiffany and Calvin knew as a therapist that they had both been seeing unbeknownst to the other one.
Chapter 1 Six degrees of penetration
The emotions expressed facially on Calvin, Tiffany, Dr. Barnes, Agent Austin Sharp, and AIC Aaron Banks ranged from shock, anger, more shock, fear and confusion.
Shock that he and Tiffany are seeing the same psychiatrist and neither of them knew it.
Anger that the man that Tiffany knew as "Chet" whom she had been sleeping with prior to Calvin had actually been an undercover agent FBI with a fiancée and a black fiancée to boot, and not the single, wealthy white businessman vying for the reins of a company that he must control fully before he can wed a black wife.
More shock that somehow, two patients of hers who can't be more different; two patients who shouldn't have intersected with each other in a million years have somehow found themselves in a relationship.
Fear that at any moment, Tiffany will spill the beans on him in his guise of "Chet" and let the entire world, including his boss and his fiancée know that he'd been going the extra mile in his undercover duties and fucking one of his potential confidential informants.
And confusion on the part of Aaron Banks on why everyone is looking the way they are and on just what the fuck is going on?
But before any of them could speak further...
"Oh help me Jesus! Bobbie done fell in da pool!"
"Sigh, it wouldn't be a Banks backyard cookout if my sister in law, within five minutes after she gets here, didn't fall face first into the ten feet side.
Calvin would you help me get her out before she drowns?" Aaron said as he and Calvin rush toward the pool.
"Baby I'd better see if I can help as well." Carolyn says to Austin. "And Tiffany? We've definitely got to speak later."
The three rush off to help, leaving Tiffany and Austin alone. And since everyone else has turned their attention to the pool scene, Austin uses it as an opportunity to "explain".
"Thank you." He says to her.
Tiffany finds that she's more angry than hurt. Eventually, she would have had to tell him that her legs were now forever closed to him and every other man on the planet outside of the one that just dived into ten foot of water fully clothed in order to drag a drunken middle aged woman out of peril.
But for her to have led her on in the way that he had. Everything he had told her...his being single, his being a wealthy businessman, his desire to marry her, even his own fucking name! All lies! The lot of it.
"What the hell are you "thanking" me for "Chet?"
"Sigh, for not spilling the beans on me. It would have been difficult to explain why I..."
"Why what? Difficult to explain why you were having sex with an escort? Are you saying that your boss and fiancée won't understand that you were just "doing your job?"
"Tiffany..."
"Don't "Tiffany" me as if we know each other. I don't know a god damn thing about you; Austin or whatever the fuck your name is."
"Tiffany, I wanted to tell you the truth."
"Oh really?" She said in a tone dripping with sarcasm and contempt. "So What stopped you? Was it fucking me in my ass or cumming down my throat?"
"Tiffany..."
"I just realized something. You also fucked my best friend Lisa. She was the person who warned me about you and how you loooove anal sex!
Tell me "Austin" is this just some sick joke you play with the "sistahs?"
"Sick joke? What are you talking about Tiffany?"
"Oh come off of it Austin! I'm sure that you are your "G-man" buddies get a great laugh as you tell them about how easy it was to deceive a silly little colored girl who was dumb enough to see you as sincere.
Do you have any remorse at all over how disingenuous it was of you to deceive me in this manner?"
"I didn't deceive you Tiffany. You had deceived yourself long before I came on the scene."
"Is that a fact?" She said with her arms folded. "Please explain to me how I deceived myself?"
"Gladly. You see Tiffany, in this puffed up fantasyland that you created, you deceived yourself into thinking that the white man can do no wrong. That is why you'd step over a hundred eligible black men who would absolutely cherish you, all for the chance to be a Tony Lino side Çanakkale Escort (http://www.canakkaleescort.org) chick.
Did you vet anything that I told you? Did you google me to see if I was on the up and up? You took me at my word and the only thing you even had for me was a first name.
I tell you that I'm a wealthy businessman in line for a Fortune 500 CEO position and you swallow it hook line and sinker; on my word alone.
You could witness a black cardiologist in the middle of successful open heart surgery and you'd still demand to see his med school certificate in order to see if he's legit.
On top of that, we have literally hours of audio from Sassy Y Classy strip club with you sounding more like a KKK grand wizard than you do a misunderstood African American millennial female.
Racially charged jokes, disparaging remarks...yeah, I get it. Your all white male clientele loved that aspect of your personality, the part that despises half her race.
But here is the real tragedy of it all. When you aren't around, they all laugh at you. They call you a self hater...they have even given you a nickname..."Auntie Ruckus."
"Liar!" Tiffany shouts. "Tony would never have allowed..."
"Tony Lino allowed several of his mafia cohorts to run a train on you and to then plaster their loads on your face as if you were making a porno.
Lino doesn't give a fuck about you. Not today, nor ever.
You treat us like gods while we treat you like the whore you are."
Tiffany found that she really didn't have a comeback for the smug asshole.
What does one say in retort when someone has profiled them so effectively?
Why did it take Calvin risking his life to save hers; twice...for her to even consider that perhaps she had been in error in her condemnation of the entirety of the black male species?
But Why was it wrong for her to have a preference? No one gave the Kardashian women grief for primarily dating black athletes and entertainers so why was it wrong for her to like what she liked?
"Auntie Ruckus" though? That seemed like a bridge too far. I mean how does telling a racially insensitive "black man, white man, Chinese man", joke while sitting on the lap of wealthy oil baron in the VIP room with his colleagues suddenly morph her into the female version of Stephen from Django Unchained?
Being called a "whore" really didn't bother her. It was simply an "on the job side effect", if one chose to look at it that way.
Being treated like a whore? Different matter in its entirety though...
She's only felt that way once before. When Tony had his gang to treat her as if they were shooting a b-grade low budget fuck flick.
"I wonder Austin...I wonder what your fiancée will say when she finds out about you having fucked me multiple times? I can describe parts of your body that I should have no business knowing how they look.
I wonder how your black boss will feel about you sleeping with escorts while under cover?"
Austin laughed. "Oh this is rich. Blackmail? Not gonna happen."
"What's to stop me from going out there right now and telling everyone at the party about the birthmark under your ball sack?"
"Ten years in federal lockup will probably do it." He said to her as he noted the surprise on her face. "Got your attention didn't I?"
"What are you talking about man? I haven't did anything to get ten..."
"Federal prostitution, organized crime, being part of a continuing criminal enterprise, and RICO is his name."
"Rico?" I don't even know who that is."
"It's not a "who" Tiff, it's a law. Racketeering Influenced Corrupt Organizations act. The mafia's worst nightmare. I bring charges and you'll do a minimum of ten years.
I have a feeling that you have better reasons to stay out of prison than you do getting me into trouble with Carolyn or my supervisor.
Reasons like your new "love", as well as the son of yours that his Caucasian father won't allow you to see."
"My son? How the hell do you know that I have a son?"
"What the fuck do you think we do at the FBI? Write parking tickets?" He asked her with a look of incredulity on his face. "Jayden McRainey, age 7. Father, Howard McRainey age 26, married to Victoria Reynolds-McRainey, the daughter of real estate developer and millionaire Bentley Reynolds.
You've been trying for years to even be allowed to have visitation rights, but the family wants nothing to do with you, and their power, wealth, influence and dare I say...whiteness have kept you from even having a modicum of a relationship with your son.
I'm guessing that you're hoping that presenting a stable home life, by being in a relationship with a real life American hero like Mr. Jefferson out there will do for you what the mafia, nor some overpriced mob lawyer could do.
Which is to give you a fighting chance at winning a custody war by giving yourself an aura of respectability. How I'm doing so far?"
Tiffany fought with every vestige of her strength to restrain the tears Çanakkale Escort Bayan (http://www.canakkaleescort.org) that threatened to fall from her eyes. She would not, could not give this prick the satisfaction.
She had never hated anyone more at a single moment in her life. This asshole held all the cards. She couldn't expose him without going to jail herself; she was sure of it.
Howard...that fucking hypocrite! They had met in the club, she had started secretly seeing him behind the back of Tony. He had promised to take her away from the life she was living.
And this was the reason she allowed him to knock her up in the first place...
Only, instead of riding happily ever after off into the sunset with her "white knight in shining armor", he immediately sued her for custody and stripped her of her rights to even see the child, using high priced attorneys and Private Detectives to paint the picture of a whore of a mother who would be unfit to even change the baby's diaper.
If she had never realized before this moment as she confronted Austin Sharp, she knew now that she has always been a terrible judge of character.
"You win." She said quietly.
"I win? What does that mean exactly?"
"Your...I mean, our secret is safe." She said to him as she turned to exit the room.
"Wait. We aren't done." He said to her.
"We aren't done? What do you mean by that?"
"Well"...he said rather tenderly. "I'd like to continue seeing you."
She couldn't believe her ears. After all that he had just said, did he really think she'd want to ever share a bed with him again?
"Are you out of your mind? Why would I ever allow you to..."
"Remember Tiff. I hold all the cards here."
"Fine. Lock me up. I'd rather do ten years than allow your dick anywhere near a hole in my body."
"What if I told you I can help you get your son back?"
"Why the fuck should I believe you?"
"Because...you have something I need. Something I crave...something...that I can't live without." He told her as he rubbed her pussy lips through her tight and skimpy cutoff shorts.
She tried to look disinterested. But it was hard. His touch electrified her body. She tried in vain to think of Calvin, but the suddenness of his caress caught her completely unawares.
"Quickening pulse rate, heavy breathing...I'd say that you feel the same way."
"Austin please don't..." She said to him. "Your fiancée and my boyfriend are right outside."
"But...they aren't in here; with us. Now, I'd like to conduct a body cavity search. So Drop your shorts and allow me to search your body's... "cavity." He said as he attempted to pull her close to him.
She knew that if she didn't act fast, Austin would have her bent over a chair with her shorts on the other side of the room with her soaked panties around her ankles and his thick, pulsating white cock buried in her ebony cooch faster than one could say "police coercion"; and that she'd be a willing participant.
She needed to be somewhere else...ASAP.
"I...Calvin's waiting on me." She said as she gently pushed him away.
"He's not the only one."
"I've...I've got to go." She said as she exited the room with a heavy sigh of relief and went on a search for the man she came to the cookout with.
Chapter 2 Aint no mountain high enough.
"Listen...baby...ain't no mountain high,
Ain't no valley low....ain't no river wiiiide enough baby."
"If you need me call me, no matter where you are,
No matter how far...." "don't worry baby."
"Just call my name, I'll be there in a hurry,
You don't have to worry..."
"Because baby there ain't no mountain high enough,
Ain't no valley low enough, ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you baby."
Calvin sat under a large shaded oak tree and smoked a cigarette at a picnic table in swim trunks that he had borrowed from Aaron's 22 year old son, Aaron Jr. while his own soaked garments were attended to by Mary Banks, the matriarch of the Banks household.
Joining him was the still damp and hapless, but now very sober "Bobbie" who also puffed on a Newport that she had bummed off of him.
"I just loves me some Marvin and Tammy!" Bobbie declared as the blue tooth speaker filled the air with the festive Motown tune from two of its premier artists. "It reminds me of growing up in the 70s."
"Well, it was a bit before my time ma'am. But I'm an old school connoisseur of good music also." Calvin said to her.
"Really?" she said with genuine interest. "What's one of your favorite groups? A band that you can just put the tape in and let it play?" She asked.
"The tape?" He asked with genuine confusion.
"Ohhh, you young folk! Technology has truly deprived you of life's finer things. When you go to pandora or Spotify looking for music, what station are you likely to select?"
"The Hall and Oats channel."
"Boy! Hush yo mouth! Who turned you onto Hall and Oats?"
"My Aunt Annie did." He Escort Çanakkale (http://www.canakkaleescort.org) replied. (We met Aunt Annie and the role she played in Calvin's life in part two).
"Well, she has great taste. I LOVES me some blue...eyed...soul! Ambrosia, Michael Macdonald, The Doobie brothers, AWB..."
For some peculiar reason, Bobbie's mention of "blue eyed soul" made Calvin realize that he hadn't seen Tiffany since the near "drowning" incident thirty minutes ago.
He initially noticed that she seemed flustered about something but he couldn't recall what it was. The last he remembered was her dropping the plate of food she was carrying after they noticed Dr. Barnes and her fiancée being in attendance.
That's right! It was seeing that they both knew the same doctor that caused her the shock that she had suffered frontline which cause the plate of ribs and chicken to go airborne.
But didn't she also initially call Austin Sharp by another name? Chet?
Mistaken identity probably."
"I leave you alone for five minutes and here you are out here talking to a beautiful woman." Tiffany said with a smile in her voice as she walked up behind Calvin, wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a loud lip smack on the cheek.
It took her a second to notice what every woman in the backyard had already keyed in on. A shirtless Calvin and his completely ripped upper half.
"Baby? What happened to your clothing?" She asked casually.
"Mrs. Banks took my wet clothes inside to dry them."
Panic washed quickly over Tiffany's face. "Did you say, "dry them?"
"I think so. What's wrong baby?"
"You don't "dry" Versace!" She said frantically, as she next made a beeline to the house followed by a curiously confused Bobbie.
"I wondered if we'd have a chance to talk alone." A familiar voice said as Dr. Carolyn Barnes took a seat at the picnic table. Calvin surmised that her conservative attire of baggy shorts, a flowery blouse and sneakers was due in part to the fact that this was her Aunt's home, and not her office where she normally wore the most revealing of outfits including form fitting skirts, blouses with the first three buttons undone and the sexiest heels or leather boots one had ever laid eyes on.
Despite this, Calvin found himself holding onto a bit of resentment after the last "session" that the two of them had, so he wasn't sure that he even wanted to converse with the therapist at this moment.
But, being out of his element and not wanting to make waves, he acquiesced and initiated the conversation.
"It's a good thing that I wasn't suicidal the other day when you turned our therapy time into a phone sex escapade." He told her.(part two for details).
She looked slightly embarrassed over the incident. Calvin had indeed booked a remote phone session with her for a serious matter. He was trying to determine if his new relationship had a chance of blossoming into something real.
But the minute he mentioned "sex", Carolyn, couldn't keep her dildo out of her snatch as she made him relay every single detail.
Details ranging from when Tiffany first entered his room as he slept and "accidentally" touched his cock, to her bouncing atop him until she squirted all over his lap.
"Take a walk with me Calvin." She asked.
He agrees and the two make their way to the front of the house for a walk down the sidewalk.
"I can't go too far." He explained. "I have to make sure that..."
"Tiffany's ok?"
"Yes. How did you know?"
"A little deductive and inductive reasoning." She lied. "The truth was that Tiffany had called her right after he did(unbeknownst to him)to ask her advice as to how she should precede in their fledgling relationship.
She told her how Calvin had went from nemesis to savior to bodyguard to lover; so she knew that he had a protective eye on the 26 year old vixen.
She also confirmed that Calvin had a 12 inch plus cock.
"So. What did you want to discuss?"
"I want to apologize for my behavior. It was so...out of character and unprofessional of me."
"I see." Calvin said as the two continued up the quiet street.
"So. You and Tiffany."
"Yes. Me and Tiffany." He said as he lit a cigarette.
"Gotta admit. I didn't see that one coming."
"You're one to talk." Calvin replies with a sly smile.
"Meaning?"
"Everything about you gives off this "Afrocentric, pro black vibe. You have at least three Malcolm X portraits in your office with some of his famous sayings at the bottom. You even have one of Marcus Garvey and a "free, H. Rap Brown" poster on the wall.
So how is me getting with Tiffany anymore of a surprise than who you lay down with on a nightly basis?"
"Are you saying that a black woman cant be "woke" and have a white mate?"
"No. What I'm saying is this; people like who they like. You can't help who you're attracted to or who you attract."
"Amen to that." She aid as she lightly touched his arm. "But I have to ask; not as a therapist, but as a fellow attendee at a BBQ. "Tiffany's "anti black man" stance has to give you a bit of pause; doesn't it?"
"She's not anti black man anymore."
"You're kidding yourself Calvin. A lifetime of conditioning is not magically swept away by one incident that doesn't fit the norm."