by Day, Desiree
“And you know that I always have your best interest at heart, don’t you?”
He did, Marcella had been his publicist when he first signed to the NFL, he trusted her totally. “I do.”
“And you know that I don’t give a fuck about your lifestyle don’t you?”
“I do.”
She turned away from the window. “But everybody isn’t as understanding as I am.”
“I know, but—”
She threw up her hand. “The video was pulled from boobtube.com and all the celebrity gossip websites, but naturally we can’t retrieve the video from the people who have it in their private mailboxes. I called Barry—”
“Oh shit!” Barry Nevins was the owner of the Atlanta Jaguars.
“I needed to go on the offense and not the defense, that’s one thing that I learned while representing athletes. I told him that it wasn’t you in the video,” Marcella reported in clipped tones.
“And he believed you?” J.T. asked, his voice hopeful.
Marcella shrugged. “He didn’t fire you,” she said dismissingly. “I think he was suspicious, but that’s all it is. And I don’t think that he wants to wrap his head around the fact that his one hundred million dollar quarterback might be gay.”
“Did he see the video?” J.T. tentatively asked. Barry controlled his future in football, one word from him and his career would be over. J.T. didn’t want to do anything that would piss him off.
A short thirty second video clip had leaked on the Internet showing him giving head to another man. Fortunately the amateur video wasn’t that great, so he wasn’t outed…this time. The lighting and sound quality was horrible; a college freshman film major could’ve done a better job.
He had been feeling extra horny that night and had a friend of his arrange for a couple of men to get together. They had gotten a cheap motel room on Moreland Avenue, the type of place where occupants were quickly forgotten as soon as they paid the fifty dollars for their room. The group had spent the night drinking, smoking and popping pills and doing things to each other that left even him, an award winning quarterback, sore the next morning.
At the time he didn’t know that he was being videotaped, after all the weed and alcohol he had consumed that night, they could’ve taken him to Piedmont Park, a popular gay hangout in Atlanta, and had him run around naked and he wouldn’t have protested.
If it came out that J.T., the quarterback for the Atlanta Jaguars, was gay, it would ruin him.
“What am I going to do?” he groaned. “It’s a sad thing that America won’t accept a gay quarterback. I’m a man who happens to love men, that doesn’t make me any less of a human being does it?” Every day he got the urge to run outside or go on TV and tell everybody that he was gay but he squashed the urge, knowing that the backlash would be horrible.
Instead of answering his question, Marcella strolled over to her wine cabinet and pulled out a bottle. She handed it over to J.T. for him to uncork it. Marcella pulled out two wine glasses from her mini china cabinet and set them on her desk. As soon as J.T. filled them, she lifted hers. She brought the glass up to her nose and inhaled deeply, the aroma instantly calmed her. She sipped while J.T. nervously tapped his glass. “I’ve given this a lot of thought.”
There was hope in Marcella’s voice and J.T. desperately reached for it. “Yeah?”
“Find a wife,” she said.
“What?” So shocked by her response, he nearly fell off the chair.
“If you want to continue your lifestyle, you’ll get a wife, some young lady, not a celebrity, and she must not have any aspirations of being a celebrity. But a good hometown girl, who would be willing to sign a pre-nup and have a whirlwind romance. You two get married, you get her pregnant and you all live happily ever happy. Let her know what’s going on so that way she won’t be taken by surprise. You can continue dating men, but keep it quiet…very quiet.”
J.T.’s head was swimming. “So we orchestrate this whole relationship? My marriage? A baby? Who would go along with this charade?”
Marcella snapped her fingers. “I can instantly come up with twenty women who would gladly step into this situation and exploit it for the goldmine that it is. But you don’t want a gold digger, you don’t want a manipulator, you want someone sweet, someone pliable, and someone who needs you just as much as you need her.”
He looked helplessly at her. “But I don’t know anybody like that.”
“Sure you do. You just don’t know it. I’m sure once you start paying attention to the women around you, one will stand out.”
“But what happens if I don’t find anybody?”
She pointed a finger at him. “Then, I’ll find one for you,” she threatened.
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Barrett McKenzie laughed loudly; it started in her heart and erupted into a blast of playfulness. Sierra, her best friend of fifteen years, grinned at her. “You’re too crazy girl, keep pulling stunts like that and those people are going to fire you. That’s for real.” Barrett sat back in her chair and crossed her legs. She and Sierra were sharing their weekly lunch at their favorite restaurant.
Sierra grinned. “I know. I’ll try to behave myself. So what are you getting Tavis for his birthday?” she asked.
Barrett shrugged while taking a bite from her orange glazed salmon. “I don’t know. I’ve been going crazy trying to think of something.” And she had been, for the last three months, as soon as the reminder popped up on her BlackBerry. Her husband had every gadget created and was a bigger clothes whore than she. So those gifts were out. She had a gift in mind, but it was so unusual, so different, and so unlike anything she had given him, that she had skirted away from it…until now.
“What about a spa day?”
“Nope, did that for the last two years in a row.”
“Okay. What about a trip?”
“I’ve already sent him to Vegas, Miami and the Dominican Republic.” As a successful lawyer, she was able to be generous with her husband.
“Well, ain’t he the lucky man,” Sierra drawled.
“I kinda have an idea,” Barrett sheepishly admitted.
Sierra ran her finger through a dollop of butter. “What?” she asked before licking the butter off and she nearly choked when she heard her friend’s response.
Barrett glanced around to ensure that no one was listening, fortunately everyone within hearing distance was engrossed in conversation or focused on their food. “I was thinking,” Barrett repeated softly, “about Tavis and me having a threesome.”
“What the—” Sierra vigorously shook her head. “No Barrett, don’t do that. Why would you do something so stupid?”
“He’s been hinting around.”
Sierra placed her hands, palms down, on the table and glared at her long-time friend. “So! Let him hint all he wants, hell let him take an ad out in the newspaper, don’t do it!”
Barrett took a deep breath, while Sierra wasn’t entirely straitlaced and proper, she did at one time carry on a three-year affair with a married man, she could be quite prissy when the mood hit her. “But I kinda want to,” she whispered.
“Oh lawd!” Sienna yelled and Barrett covered her face with her hands and slumped in her seat. She hadn’t planned on telling Sierra her plans, it just slipped out and now that it did, she regretted it.
“Can you not shout? I don’t need everybody knowing my business,” Barrett hissed, as she straightened up and removed her hands from her face.
“Why do you want to invite a woman—it is a woman isn’t it?” she asked and Barrett confirmed that it was. “Why would you invite an outsider into your marriage?”
“We’ve been married for ten years. Things are getting stale.”
“Shit! Don’t be talking about your marriage as though it was a loaf of bread. Have a baby! That should freshen up things.”
Barrett sighed. “I don’t want a baby. We’re happy just the way we are.” A baby took a lot of energy, something sh
e didn’t want to exert right now. Although for the past few years, Tavis had been begging her to start a family. “We’re just bored in the bedroom, everything else is fine.”
“And you really think that an extra pussy will magically make all your problems go away?”
“No, not at all,” Barrett lied. She did hope that it would make Tavis appreciate her more and see her as adventurous once he got the threesome out of his system. And she was a little curious about it as well. “It’ll all be for fun, once it’s over, it’s over, we won’t see her again.”
“You’re crazy you know that? Just crazy!”
“I’m just trying to keep everything fresh, can’t you understand?”
“Nope,” Sierra said with a finality that let Barrett know that no matter what she said, Sierra wasn’t going to change her mind.
Barrett tightened her lips. “So it’s pretty hot out today, huh?”
Hours later Barrett was sitting at her desk with her laptop open, surfing the net. She didn’t have a clue on how to find a third person for her planned threesome. Time was running out, Tavis’ birthday was next week.
She glanced out through her glass door, everyone was busy. They had a big case coming up and it was going to trial on Monday and most of the staff was assigned to it, and so was she, she was the lead attorney, but she had more pressing matters to worry about, like finding a lover.
“How the hell am I going to find a lady for our threesome? It’s not like I can ask any of my friends,” she muttered, thinking back to her conversation with Sierra. “That had been a mistake.” Sierra had sent her an e-mail expounding the evils of a ménage a trois. After skimming it, she had chuckled to herself then erased it, she and Tavis weren’t going to have any of those problems.
Moments later she sighed and focused on her work and didn’t pull away until her shoulders were burning. Normally she’d shrug it off and work right through it, but today she needed a break. She grabbed her Coach bag from her desk drawer and made her way to the cafeteria. After getting a cup of coffee and a cupcake, the snack of champions, she was back at her desk, eating and working.
Barrett was bent over her desk, poring over law books, when there was a knock on her door. She looked up to find LaTonya, the mail clerk, holding a certified letter.
“Hey Ms. McKenzie can you sign this? The receptionist isn’t at her desk.”
“Sure.” Barrett took the pen and signed the form. “Just leave it on her desk,” she instructed.
“Sure will. Thanks.”
Barrett watched LaTonya as she sauntered to the office door, her work uniform of a navy blue polo and khakis, did little to contain her curves. LaTonya had a reputation around the firm as a partyer and a slut, not necessarily in that order. Barrett heard that she had slept with most of the male lawyers and a few of the females. I bet she would know where I could find a willing partner. Barrett called to her.
LaTonya turned around, a frown furrowing her brow as she braced herself to be reprimanded, she wasn’t sure for what, but LaTonya learned that people always found something to complain about. “Yes Ms. McKenzie?”
Barrett suddenly froze, unsure of how to phrase her question without LaTonya figuring out that it was for her. “Um, I hate to bother you…but I have an unusual question.”
The frown eased from LaTonya’s face and she relaxed, she wasn’t in trouble; at least not with Ms. McKenzie.
Barrett continued, carefully picking her words, “I have a friend who wants to spice up her marriage and she would like a special gift for her husband.”
LaTonya patiently listened, sensing that a solution wasn’t needed just yet, there was more to come, she was correct.
Barrett’s gaze slid sideways then returned to LaTonya before resuming, “She would like to give him a lady.”
LaTonya’s eyes widened. “You mean like a prostitute?”
“No! At least I don’t think so,” Barrett said a little flustered. “She wants a lady who would be willing to have a threesome with them. They don’t need a prostitute for that do they?”
LaTonya grinned brightly. “Okay, I see what you’re saying. Cool, I didn’t know you had freaks for friends Ms. McKenzie.”
Barrett bristled. “They aren’t freaks, they’re just looking for something different. A little fun,” she said defensively.
“Oh, okay sorry,” LaTonya said confused by Barrett’s tone. She was only making an observation on how she saw the situation.
“You’re fine,” Barrett said, embarrassed by her attitude. “I’m sorry, they’re good people. Anyway,” she resumed, while smiling tightly, “do you have any suggestions?”
“Sure, that’s easy. They can try girlsliketohavefun.com, or 3scompany.com or post an ad on brandislist.com. I kinda like brandislist, because it’s free. You have to pay for the other two.” Barrett raised her eyebrows at LaTonya’s knowledge. She shrugged in response. “Hey, don’t judge, I ain’t a saint. I like to have fun.”
“I’m not judging, really I’m not. Hey thanks for the information I really appreciate it.”
“No problem. I hope your friends find what they are looking for,” LaTonya said then sauntered out the door.
Barrett sipped her wine and set it aside. Since Tavis was working late she was taking advantage of her free time and was looking for their threesome partner. Instead of creating an ad, she decided to review existing postings and she began second guessing her decision. “These people sure are bold and some are just plain old nasty,” she decided. After clicking on a dozen links at brandislist.com she had seen so many close-ups of women crotches and breasts that she was nauseated.
Twenty minutes later a profile caught her eye. It was the picture that made her pause. The lady had her wavy hair blowing behind her, like a blanket of black silk, with a white sheet covering her breasts, the shot was demure and sexy at the same time. It was the eyes that drew her in, they were staring boldly at the camera, but Barrett could easily imagine her casting them shyly away.
Her eyes lingered on the picture for a moment before moving to the profile. Barrett skimmed her bio, she was twenty-five, with a bachelor’s degree, five eight and bi-lingual, with her being fluent in Spanish.
“She’s it,” Barrett breathed, unable to take her eyes off the picture.
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Barrett McKenzie pushed the shopping cart through the grocery store, it was eight o’clock on a Friday evening, the worst time of the week for her to shop. The grocery store was filled with single people hoping to find something to squeeze in the produce department that didn’t spoil in fourteen days, people running in to get last minute items for dinner and families like herself who always forgot about the Friday evening crowd and think that they could run in and out in ten minutes. Three years ago, she would’ve been in and out so fast that she would’ve left skid marks. But no more, her two-year-old, daughter, Kelsey, and six-month-old, son, Tavis Junior, T.J., changed all that.
Barrett had made the mistake of going down the aisle with the miniscule toy section, however; no matter how small, her daughter found it and picked up a Hot Wheels car.
“Put it down,” Barrett said softly. But instead of returning it to the shelf, Kelsey got down on her hands and knees and began pushing the car on the dirty floor. Barrett’s grip tightened on the nylon strap wrapped around her hand. “Come on Kelsey. We need to finish shopping.”
Kelsey looked over her shoulder at her mom. “No!”
“Put it down Kelsey,” Barrett murmured. Her daughter ignored her and continued playing. Barrett tugged discreetly on the leash that was attached to a harness buckled around her daughter’s torso. She didn’t want to draw too much attention to them; she had already gotten the usual looks from other shoppers. People pointed and giggled at her, some scowled and made her feel like she was treating her daughter like a disobedient puppy. She had seen it all.
You don’t know how hard it is, she wanted to yell. Over the last two years she had gone through fifteen di
fferent nannies. She caught one yelling at Kelsey and one hitting her daughter. The beating was so bad that it left bruises. There were the ones who never showed up on time, some who showed up for a couple of days then stop coming and some who never showed up at all. A couple of them even tried to hit on her husband.
“Put it down,” she repeated.
“No!”
Barrett sighed, rounded the cart, pulled Kelsey up and wrestled the car out of her hand. You either have supernatural strength or I’m tired. Kelsey wailed loudly as soon as the car was returned to the counter. Kelsey’s screech cut through every nerve ending in Barrett’s body. Damn you Tavis. He had to work late again at the hospital. She debated whether to stick her daughter in the buggy, but the two twenty-four mega roll packs of toilet tissue took up the majority of the room and she still had more shopping to do. She imagined wedging her daughter between the toilet tissue, but decided against it when she imagined the hateful looks she’d get from strangers.
Barrett knelt in front of her daughter, cupped her chin and forced her to look her in her eyes. “You’re going to stop that crying and behave yourself.” Kelsey paused and looked her mother in the eyes, they had a stand-off. They locked eyes, both stubbornly eyeing each other, neither backed down, until T.J. burst out crying.
Barrett pointed her finger at her daughter before she stood up. “You didn’t win this, and you’d better behave yourself.” Kelsey laughed and stood still. T.J. was sitting in his carrier, in the seat of the buggy, exactly where the stores discouraged parents from putting the carrier. But Barrett ignored it. “Try shopping with a toddler and a baby without using this, then come talk to me,” she’d mutter every time she’d put the carrier in the buggy.
Barrett stroked T.J.’s cheek, normally he was a quiet baby. “Are you okay, sweetie. What’s wrong, you just ate.” T.J. wailed. “It’s okay, Mommy got you.” She unbuckled T.J. from his carrier and pulled him into her arms. His screams grew louder and Barrett gently bounced him while patting his back. She heard a loud burp. “You had to burp.” She pulled him away along with a string of spit up. “Oh crap!” He’d destroyed her suit jacket.