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 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 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?"
