The Sweetest Taboo (23 page)

When the hostess made the announcement of Britt’s imprint, he walked up to the podium and said a few words. Afterward, he returned to the table where Yuri waited for him.

“How’d I do?” he asked.

“You were cool.” She took her napkin and wiped the sweat off his brow. “I’m the one nervous.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I just have this horrible feeling.”

“You pregnant?”

“No, Britt.” She gave him a quick peck. “No.”

“Mr. Brittmond L’Overture Lake, the Third” poured from behind them as a soft caramel hand with French-manicured nails rested on Britt’s shoulder.

“Troi.” Yuri faked a smile. “Wow, look at you.” Troi was standing there in three-inch pencil-heel stilettos and a hunter green Mychael Knight minidress, which crossed over her breasts, exposing her extremely flat stomach. “You see Troi, Britt?”

Britt shot Yuri a sly look to let her know he wasn’t feeling her sarcasm. He nodded his head. “How are you, Troi?”

“No, the question is how are you two?” She smiled. “Am I seeing correctly? Is this a little couple situation going on?”

“It’s cool,” Britt responded. “This my man. We straight.”

His motherfuckin’ man?
Yuri hoped Troi didn’t hear her heart crack.
His fuckin’ man? Is he serious?

“Wow, look at you two!” Troi’s smile was extremely wide. “Yuri, you look absolutely wonderful!”

“Thank you.” Yuri wished she would hurry and leave.

Britt turned to Yuri. “Excuse me, baby. My manager is calling me.” He turned to Troi. “Nice seeing you.”

Troi sat next to Yuri and lit a cigarette. “Mind if I smoke?” She took a puff, not allowing Yuri enough time to answer, and went on, “What an affectionate term: his man. Must be nice for your position not to have changed much.”

“Fuck you, bitch,” Yuri said with conviction. “Everyone can’t master going from hooker to housewife. Last I heard, you had that sewed up.”

“How cute,” Troi smiled at some people passing by. “But I always told you your feet were too wide to follow in my footsteps. Now tell me, how are Nae-Nae and Andrea?”

“Not as fine as you….” Yuri joked, tilting her head toward Britt. “Now if you’ll excuse, I believe,
my man
is calling me.”

“But wait, Yuri. Before you step away I have to tell you: You look fantastic in that dress! I was going to buy me one, but the designer didn’t make it in my size. I was so pissed—for a split second, I wished I could’ve gained fifty pounds so I could have it.”

Did that bitch just call me fat?
“I thought something was different about you. You lost weight? I didn’t want to pry, but since the floodgate fell open, I have to ask, are you sick? If so, accept my condolences. I can tell you don’t have much time to live—it looks as if your diagnosis ends with positive.”

“It’s been real, Yuri.”

“Uhmm, it certainly has.”

For the rest of the evening Yuri did her best to fake smiles as she and Britt took pictures, ate and drank. He could tell something was wrong with her, but he chalked it up to her being pissed about seeing Troi.

“Don’t say shit to me” was the only thing Yuri said during the entire ride home.

“Yo, my man,” Britt said as he and Yuri walked in the door of his loft. “What the fuck is yo’ problem? Why you sweatin’ that shit?!”

Silence. She began to undress.

“You hear me talking to you?” He placed his suit jacket on the piano and it fell to the floor.

“You allergic to a fuckin’ hamper or somethin’?” She picked his jacket up. “What the fuck is your problem?! I just cleaned up in this motherfucker and I’m sick of picking up behind you. I ain’t your damn mother and especially not your fuckin’ wife. I’m just ya fuckin’
man,
remember? We cool.” Yuri rolled her eyes so hard they looked as if they would pop out.

“Yo, ma’.” He twisted his neck. “You can roll ’em, but you can’t control him.”

“Do I look like I’m fuckin’ laughin’? This shit is not funny. Everything between me and you is a joke! This fuckin’ relationship is a joke. But hold it, I just remembered we don’t have a relationship—we motherfuckin’ boys! But the strange thing is I don’t remember your manz and dem sucking yo’ dick. Next time, go tell Beanie Sigel to give you some head.”

“But, mami,” he said jokingly, “don’t nobody suck my dick like you.” Expecting a laugh, Britt was in shock when he saw tears come to Yuri’s eyes. He stood still for a minute. “Yo’ my man, baby. I’m sorry.” He walked over and grabbed her, pulling her into his chest. “I shouldn’t have said that. My fault.”

Yuri pushed him off her. “Get off me!” She fought, pounding her fists into his chest to get away. Tears were streaming down her face.

In order to make her stop hitting him and have her stand still, he grabbed her tightly by the forearms and pulled her against his chest again. “Yo, I swear to God on everything I love, including you, that I was just playing. It’s all about you. Troi don’t mean shit. It’s nothing, just business.” He kissed her on the forehead and held her tight. “You know you my heart, and ain’t nothing coming between us. You know it didn’t mean anything when I called you my man.”

“Exactly.” She pushed away. “It didn’t mean a fuckin’ thing.”

Drae

         Leaving Naz alone wasn’t the easiest thing to do. Drae thought staying in a hotel for a while would do the trick, but all it did was help her spend a small fortune of Hassan’s money, which she started to stack a few years back.

Once Naz dropped Sydney off to school, Drae stopped by, and as soon as she stepped in they began making love on the floor.

“Ma’, I don’t even know what the fuck I’m doing with you,” Naz said as if he were dreaming. He held Drae’s breasts together and licked her deep chocolate nipples, as if they were melting. “Word is bond, you got me fuckin’ going.”

“I got you going, or this hot, pink pussy is sending you on a trip?”

“I’m not sure.” Naz placed a trail of soft bites down the middle of Drae’s body. “Get on top of me.”

“Baby,” she whined, “I wanted you to eat my pussy. My clit”—she started rubbing it—“is aching.”

“I got you, ma’. Naz always do.” He kissed her pussy lips. “Now,” he said as he lay beside her, “come ’ere.”

Drae kissed her way on top of Naz, running her hands all over his chiseled chest. Sucking his nipples and rubbing her clit against his hard dick, she said, “Now I want some of this.”

“I want you to sit on my face first.”

“Really.” Drae smiled, more than happy to comply.

“Uhmm hmmm.”

“That’s where you want me to nut at, in your mouth?”

“Exactly.”

Drae eased her way up to Naz’s mouth and sat on his face. She worked her pussy over his lips as if she were riding his dick. Naz’s tongue licked every inch of her pussy as if it were racing against itself. Her feeling heightened with each stroke of his tongue, all she could do was arch her back, place her hands behind her and on his knees. Tears ran down her face as her nut began to ease its way between his lips. She could feel him envelope her vulva. He held it so tight in his mouth that, when he released it, a popping sound came out.

“Now ride it.” He smacked her ass.

“I’ma ride the hell out of it.” Drae kissed her cum off his lips. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and kissed him as if she were fighting for dear life. He bit her top and bottom lips and then he sucked her chin.

“Ride this dick like you own it.”

“I don’t own it?” She stroked.

He cupped her ass. “Naw, I don’t think so.”

“You don’t think so?”

“Naw, you ain’t done shit to make me think you deserve it.”

Drae began riding his dick and throwing her hips with every inch she had to offer. She could feel her clit slapping against the front of his dick, climbing up and down his rigid wall as her G-spot rained sticky pallid cum all over his rock-solid member. Instead of screaming his name, she said, “I see you still don’t know whose dick this is.”

He opened his eyes and gave her a half grin.

Drae eased off his dick, turned around, stood over his body, pressed on all fours and slowly eased back down on his dick, leaving her creamy cum mark all over it. It was feeling so good, all Naz could do was close his eyes. “Uh-uh, open your eyes and watch this pussy work this dick,” Drae insisted.

Naz placed his hands around the base of his dick and every time Drae’s pussy slid down on it, he slipped two fingers inside her. “Goddamn, this shit is bananas. Oh…my…God…” His toes began to curl.

“You better not nut up in this pussy until you tell me who it belong to.”

He ran his hands all over her ass. “Sunshine…” he moaned. “Oh, goddamn, work it, baby.” She popped her inner walls. “I see why you a star,” he carried on.

“Whose dick is this?” She held her ass in the air.

“It’s yours.” She slid back down.

“Whose dick is this?” She held it the air again, teasing him.

“Oh my God, baby, it’s yours!” he screamed. “Sunshine, it’s yours.” His nut raced to the tip as she sat on his dick and took him on a trip he would never forget.

After Naz came, he fell out exhausted on the floor. Drae lay to the side of him, propped up on one arm and running her index finger up and down the center of his chest. “Naz?”

“What ma’?” He wiped the sweat off her nose.

“I have to ask you this.”

“Anything.”

“What did you mean when you said you see why I’ma star?”

“’Cause, Sunshine, that’s what you are.” Naz looked at Drae, confused. “Right?”

“It depends on what kinda star you’re talking about. And why do you and the rest of America,” she said, agitated, “keep calling me Sunshine?”

Naz turned on his side, facing Drae. “Drae…for real, it’s me. You don’t have to front for me, it’s cool. I know what you do for a living. That’s how I met you.”

“Know what I do for a living?” she questioned. “I’m a high-school guidance counselor. At least I was until recently.”

Naz tried not to laugh in her face, but it started to ease out the side of his mouth. He began to laugh so hard that he fell onto his back and bellowed out.

Drae squinted her eyes at him and curled her upper lip. “What the fuck are you laughing at?” She sat up. “Did I just crack a fuckin’ joke?”

“Naw,” he said, laughter still seething through his teeth. “Fall back. It’s good ma’. I’m saying though, if you wanna role play, just let me know. You can be teacher and I’ll be the naughty student. Just don’t spank me on my ass, ’cause I ain’t beat for all that.”

“You know what, niggah,” she said, tempted to mush him in the head, “fuck you. Here I am, laying up with you, and you laughin’ at me? Oh, you done pissed me off.”

“Ma’,” he said as he grabbed her forearm, “calm down. What’s the attitude about? We both know you do movies.”

“Movies? Pornos?”

“Yes.”

“Are you serious? All I’ve ever done were the auditions, and I hate I did that shit.”

Naz looked intently at Drae, as if trying to figure something out. “Drae, when we got down”—he pointed from his chest to hers and back again—“that wasn’t no audition…that was a movie.”

“What?” she said in complete disbelief. “Niggah, please. Now, if you wanna role play, that’s all you gotta say.”

“Are you serious?” His eyes revealed a deep level of confusion. “Did I miss something?”

“You missed a whole lotta shit if you think I been out here doing movies!” Drae wasn’t sure why, but her heart started racing and she started to get a sinking feeling in her stomach. “You scaring the hell outta me, Nasir, and I don’t think this shit is funny.”

“Drae, baby.” He held both her hands between his. “You been doing pornos.”

“What…?” Tears filled her eyes. “Stop saying that. It’s not true.”

“Baby.” He wiped her tears with the back of his index finger. “I wish I was fuckin’ lying, but you are a porn star.”

“No, I don’t believe this.”

Naz rose from the floor, his tight ass swaying in the wind as he wrapped a towel around himself, then left the room and came back with a DVD. “Look at the jacket.” He tossed it to her.

Drae looked down and began to read, “Ain’t No Sunshine ’Til She Cums, from the chronicles of Hassan Shaw…from the chronicles of Hassan Shaw…” Drae flipped the DVD over and she saw a picture of Naz’s dick entering the back door of her pussy. She tossed the DVD across the bed, as if someone had just handed her poison. “No, this is not so. This is not happening to me. There were no cameras in my house.”

“Sweetie—” he wiped the stream of silent tears pouring from her eyes—“there are cameras all over your house.”

“What?” She was still in disbelief.

“In the recessed lighting. All over your house are recessed lights and inside all of them are cameras.”

“How do you know that?”

“Everyone in the industry knows that. Hassan has the fliest studio around.”

“Studio?” she cried. “That’s my house.”

“No, baby, that’s a stage.”

Drae sat still for a moment that felt like forever. Suddenly every audition that she’d ever done ran through her mind. She thought about the times the actors seemed so scripted, almost remote controlled when they spoke, how she chalked it up to their being nervous and inexperienced. And then it was Lee-Lee Lickme, Naz and the white girl eating her pussy. She remembered Freeda, who’d called her Sunshine. Sunshine, a ho with da bomb pussy from
Harlem Nights.
Sunshine, a bitch selling pussy. “Nasir, who is Sunshine?”

“You. That’s your porn name.”

Drae’s entire body ached. “I don’t believe it! You’re lying.” She got up and started getting dressed. “You’re fuckin’ lying. Hassan is a lotta things, but he would never do this.”

“Drae—”

“Fuck you!” She picked up her purse and headed toward the door.

Naz blocked her path. “You can’t run from this.” He grabbed Drae and pulled her close.

Her voice trembled as she tried to speak. “Get off me. This some bullshit and I’m not dealing with it! I’m done with you, do you understand? We’re over!” She pushed him in the center of his chest. “Move, dammit!”

“This is not about me.”

“So,” she said, the snot running from her nose, and trying to state with confidence, “it was only one?”

“My baby.” He ran his hands through her hair. “You need to come with me.”

Naz threw on a pair of jeans, a white tee and a pair of Jordans. Drae was quiet as they drove down the West Side Highway. Once they were in the Village he was able to find a parking spot not too far from where the store was. Drae noticed that the store’s windows were all painted black and the entrance was concealed by a steel door. When they walked in, the young woman behind the counter looked shocked. Her eyes were beaming as she stared at Naz and Drae.

“Why is she looking at me like that?” Drae whispered to Naz, her tears still stinging the edges of her eyes. For the first time since she did the initial audition, she felt dirty. She felt as if she were in a brothel selling a fine piece of ass. “I think I’m ready to go.”

“No, I need you to see this.” He led her to a back wall where there was a collection of Hassan’s movies, from his early works to all of the movies he’d ever done with Drae. There were DVDs of her taking a shower, playing with herself, fucking him with a loaded dildo and shooting off on his ass, Lee-Lee Lickme sucking her pussy, and one marked bestseller—the one she did with Naz.

As Drae felt herself about to faint, she heard someone yelling. “Sunshine! Sunshine! Oh my God!” a young woman with a sleeve of tattoos panted. “I can’t believe this. I’m like your biggest fan. You’re the reason I tried other chicks. The way Lee-Lee licked your pussy, I couldn’t resist. You don’t,” the girl said with a blush, “do private parties, do you?”

“What?”

“I mean, I noticed you never give, you only receive; and it’s cool, I love the taste of pussy.”

As Drae thought this was the part where she needed to smack the girl, someone else approached her. “I heard that you lived in New York. Someone said you did something at a school. But I didn’t believe it!” the young man screamed. “I swear to you, the way you fucked him with a loaded dildo made me wish I could turn my chick out like that. Damn, if I get a tattoo needle, will you tattoo my dick? All I want is
Sunshine
on it.”

Drae knew it was time to leave, she’d gotten the point and needed to go home so she could break down in peace. But before she could walk away a small crowd surrounded her. “I am such a big fan!” Someone shouted.

“You got the prettiest titties I’ve ever seen!”

“Can I kiss your pussy?!”

“You still fuck him with a dildo?”

“I promise, you won’t have to eat me back, I just wanna taste your cum!”

“How come you never show at the award shows?”

“Let me call my cousin and tell him you’re down here. He always jerks off to you.”

And on it went.

Drae felt like her head was spinning and her body was giving way. Something was wrong, something had to be wrong. All she could see were lines waving in front of her eyes, and she could no longer breathe. She needed to leave, she just didn’t know where she would go, but she had to get outta here. Drae took a deep breath and bolted out of the store. Naz hurried behind her, but by the time he reached the door, he couldn’t see her anymore.