Sydney was quiet. She hadn't made one sound throughout.
"Who's Vickie?"
"My girlfriend." I sat in the lazy boy with both hands on the arms of the chair looking at Sydney as she stood up and walked towards the bathroom with a pigeon toed gait, stopping to glance over her shoulder at my face.
"Girlfriend?"
"Yeah." She turned back around leaning against the room's dresser a foot away from the open adjoining door looking at me incredulous.
"You've got a girlfriend? Let me process; you have a girlfriend that you snuck out on in the middle of the night, probably that Thunda person; snuck out to come here and fuck me, but you're still thinking about her while you're knee deep in my fucking ass. Damn nigga, you really know how to make a girl feel wanted."
"Wrong."
"Oh, you don't have a girlfriend? You didn't just blow my back, and ASS out while calling me by her motherfucking name; is that what you're telling me goddammit?!"
"I do have a girlfriend, but I didn't sneak out tonight."
"WHAT, IS THIS SOME POLY BULLSHIT YOU'RE ON, HUH?!!"
"No."
Sydney's green eyes fluttered profusely as she rocked her head horizontally tucking her chin rolling her shoulders before having another stab at our back and forth.
"Nigga, where's your girlfriend?"
"Dead."
There was an extended dead silence in the hotel room as I sat there watching Sydney who seemed lost for words. If I could adequately describe it, she looked "put out" by the unexpected answer to her terse question. Me, I was quietly assessing her finding that our initial tryst seemed to jumpstart some sort of behavioral chain reaction. She was more mature and easygoing right up to our interview and eventual hookup, but now she was becoming something else. Her attitude was, dare I say thuggish to an uncomfortable degree. Sydney cocked her head to the side scratching her temple.
"Hey, I'm uh, not good with emotional stuff."
"Figured that out." I replied statically looking straight ahead focusing on the wall mounted control for the air conditioner instead of her nudity.
"Okay I admit it; I'm a major bitch, an asshole, fuck man I'm your textbook narcissist with shit to spare. I was caught off guard when you mentioned the girlfriend shit; sorry I had no idea. Guess, I just rub people the wrong way and that's how I ended up here tonight."
"I thought you wanted to fuck Sydney?"
"Yeah, I wanted some more of what you're peddling; hey I wasn't lying about that shit I said about my sex life earlier. I mean, like you care right? HEY!! For what it's worth, I apologize; even though I had no prior knowledge of your situation beforehand so that's really not on me, okay?"
"What?"
"I SAID I WAS SORRY!"
"Why, I didn't ask for an apology Sydney; the only thing I wanted from you was some fat ass and those fucking heels I mentioned. Am I mistaken, or did something just knock me out of my motherfucking booty call? We really, don't have to have a conversation about my shit. I just want your body; was that too much to ask bitch?" I looked the disgraced celebrity dead in the eye as I finished reacting to her crappy behavior.
Her eyes got really small as she bit into her lower lip looking away before answering.
"Back in the day I would've got you rolled for talking to me like that; but as it is I've got to admit that I wanted the same thing all the way up until a few seconds ago. A lot of people don't understand my world view and the fact that I'm always gonna be on top of things; it, just doesn't make it easy to deal with all the daily bullshit."
"Yeah I know Sydney." I replied noncommittally getting a doubletake.
"Oh yeah, did you know that I'm here on my company's dime? Did you know that three floors beneath us, a film crew is checked in for a taped interview I'm doing tomorrow with my husband? Yeah, going all Clinton except I'm scheduled to admit my affair in front of the cameras. Reconciliation talk notwithstanding, I'm booting that nigga Sly not that any of those pasty fucks have any idea. It's my time, that coming out party in front of the world."
"I don't care; just tell me why I'm here if it's not just to fuck you?"
"Always shoot from the hip?"
"Only when I talk to someone on my level Sydney." This reply made her put her hands on her hips still in her birthday suit like me lazily reclining studying her face. I could tell she didn't have a lot of genuine people around.
"You think you're on my level? You have no idea what I've done to reach this point in my life and get everything I have by the fingertips; some of the dirty, nasty shit that makes it hard to look at my reflection at times. Even back when I was trading skin for studio time on the low while that nigga acted clueless. Used to be a deejay, our guy playing the background while me and Finessa held down the front. He rode my coattails into that station."
"Everybody does that at some point."
"Are you fucking with me?"
"I'd like to fuck you; lord knows I can't shoot you for my site because of all the Hollywood bullshit I don't give a fuck about. Honestly speaking, I'd love to see that big marshmallow donk with those big ass tattoos in a thumbnail on my website." Sydney's arms dropped to her sides as she took a step forward.
"What kind of website?"
"What do you think Sydney? I wasn't trying to get involved with all this shit or go viral; and fucking Takisha was mad because she got her back blown out after she disrespected my family. Sydney, don't you do your homework; didn't Thunda give the link to my site on your husband's show? Tell me you didn't even bother to watch her interview and show me that you're too big to do your own fucking due diligence?"
"You're a porn star?"
"No more than any of the millions of women across the planet currently doing their own adult sites with the same lazy iPhone shit to offer the masses. It was a lark that some goofy female got me into before someone too much like yourself came along finessing me into a full blown career, on the low. You can appreciate that, right?"
"Fuck." Sydney mumbled sitting on the bed for a few seconds pondering what she'd learned. I just sat there staring at her face and parts of her body. She looked at me, then glanced away toward the room's door.
"You're welcome Sydney."
"For what?"
"Making you, feel that much cleaner as a person. Putting some shine back on your sob story of how you had to "Use What You Had To Get What You Wanted" rise to the top origin. My girlfriend thought I'd judge her like you're judging me, but I didn't care about anything but being with her. Then she was dead." I leaned over resting my chin on my fist staring statically at Sydney's face.
"No wonder you know how to fuck so good; you're a professional."
"No sorry; I was only with amateurs, even Rashida isn't a professional no matter what you, Takisha, or that greasy fat fuck Ken thinks. I was the second guy she'd ever been with and if you say different we're gonna have a problem. I got trained the old fashioned way by an insanely beautiful mulatta who was pimping my editing skills as well as my fucking cock. She stole my shit, that site Sydney; so, I built a new one you guys helped publicize, thanks. Now as a good little whore, I feel it's my duty to remind you of one thing."
"What's that?"
"Take a shower in my bathroom before you go back to your room and slam the door in my face. You see, doing that will leave all the evidence in here instead of yours Sydney. Remember you paid for my discretion, might as well get the whole prostitute-john experience, right?"
The dead silence that followed was deafening from my point of view as she got up removing the wedge sneakers on her feet tossing them into her room through our shared door. Sydney Syd took my advice showering quickly in my bathroom before walking pigeon toed back into her room with a towel covering her front half. She pulled the door up leaving me to my own devices.
My heart was thumping wildly in my chest from the moment she reappeared to the moment she pulled that adjacent door up leaving it partially cracked. I figured she was too embarrassed to completely close it as I listened to her milling about in her room. It sounded like she was packing her things up making me feel even dirtier. Rashida's advice about dialing it back haunted me as I drew my knees up wrapping my arms around them.
I wondered if this was how Vicky felt after turning tricks to survive and keep food on the table for her siblings.
"Hey." Sydney peered into my room through the partially open adjacent door separating our hotel rooms. She was visible from her head to her right shoulder at an angle, still nude.
"Yeah?" I replied barely stifling a sniffle.
"Heads up." Her iPhone came flying giving me barely enough time to catch it. I glanced over finding her disembodied arm putting a ring light tripod into my room. Sydney reappeared sticking her head into the room peering at me with a manufactured innocuous expression on her face.
"Hey uh, how do you feel about mint green?"
"Uhm, fine." She disappeared again piquing my curiosity enough to get up and walk to the open door peering into her hotel room.
Sydney was sitting on a towel on the edge of her bed oiling down her legs. She glanced up noticing me there with a smile standing up revealing a mint green scrunch style bikini bottom with barely enough material to cover her mound, strings riding decadently high on her hips. Sydney stepped into a pair of open-toed lace covered mint pumps that turned her into an amazon height wise. She walked towards me to the bathroom giving me a pinch on the cheek. I glanced down finding her big slappable donk jiggling wildly. Sydney went into the well-lit bathroom.
