“Cut! That’s a wrap for today. We’re losing sun. See everyone bright and early in the morning.”

Tyrone grabbed his bottle of Evian and headed for his trailer. It had been a long day, and he didn’t need to be told twice to get out of dodge. Though this was his third film, he still wasn’t used to the grueling hours.

“Tyrone!”

Damn! He’d almost made it to the trailer. He didn’t really want to talk to anyone. Visions of a hot shower and sleep were dancing before him, but when he turned around and saw his pretty costar, Vicki Taylor, it was a different story.

Vicki was straight up fine. Her complexion was completely smooth and the color of sticky caramel. She had dark brown eyes that seemed to bore a hole right through a person. He’d been slightly intimidated when they first met, but when she flashed her dazzling pearly whites, he’d been put back at ease.

Her thick auburn hair usually fell in swirling curls around her shoulders, but had been put up in a ponytail for the last few scenes, revealing her high cheekbones and tiny earlobes.

He stopped and waited for her to catch up. “Hey, Vicki, what’s going on?”

As she jogged easily toward him, Tyrone admired her long shapely legs. Cellulite wouldn’t dare show up on her muscular thighs. That familiar lusty feeling began to come over Tyrone and immediately he felt ashamed. Since he’d married Claire last year, he’d vowed that he was done being the dog that he once was. Besides that, this was business. But after four months away from home, it was getting damn hard. Literally.

His growing success didn’t make things any easier. He’d gone from an unknown on the “Icy Hot” commercial to up-and-coming hunk. At times, he felt like marrying the girl next door had been a huge mistake.

“Boy, you didn’t waste anytime getting out of there, huh, Ty?” Vicki chuckled. “I looked around, and all I saw was a cloud of dust! What’s up, you got a hot date tonight?”

“Aww, Vick, you know I don’t have a date.”

“Want one?”

Tyrone was stunned. Not only was Vicki beautiful, but she was also an up-and-coming star that brothas would give their right arms to go out with. He wondered what kind of date she was talking about.

She seemed to read his thoughts. “Look, Ty, we’re both grown here, so I’m not gonna beat around the bush about it. I want to come to your trailer later. So, is it cool, or not?”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll see you when you get there.”

He turned and walked away. He knew if he stayed any longer, he’d change his mind.

Standing under the shower, he contemplated calling her back and telling her never mind. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to get down with Vicki, but he kept thinking about Claire. She was an angel. His sweetheart since ninth grade, Claire was that down to earth pretty that most brothas didn’t recognize. On her five foot five inch frame, she carried some very nice thirty-eight D’s, that were accented by her very small waist and wide ass. A Coke bottle didn’t have anything on Claire. Her dark skin was soft, and velvety smooth, unblemished except for a small raspberry-shaped birthmark on the right side of her chin. Her eyes were surprisingly light, considering her dark complexion, but they were so flirtatious that a man found himself lost in them. Also, Claire could throw down in the kitchen. Her fried chicken and mashed potatoes with southern gravy and homemade biscuits had sold Tyrone on buying a ring and getting down on his knees. He’d known her all his life and it just seemed right for them to get married. Very few women had those housewife “take care of her man” qualities that Tyrone was looking for. A new age woman was not for him. When he thought of it that way, he knew he simply couldn’t cheat on her. He’d had plenty of time to play.

He stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around him, and then padded into the living room and plopped down on the sofa, grabbing his cordless phone. He dialed Vicki’s trailer. After about six rings, he hung up, and decided to try again in half an hour.

Lying back on the sofa, he flicked on the TV and undid the towel. Tyrone loved being naked. As he flipped the channels, his eyes began to get heavy and, before he knew it, he slipped off to sleep.

A warm wet sensation suddenly awakened him. Opening his eyes, Tyrone was startled to see Vicki in front of him on her knees, sucking deeply on his very hard dick. The sight of her head bobbing up and down turned him on, and he began to move his hips slowly, groaning softly.

She looked up at him briefly and smiled. He hadn’t wanted to be with her, but it wasn’t like he could tell her to stop now. When she began to make slurping and moaning sounds, he was done in. He lay back and grabbed the back of her head. Damn, this girl is good! He began to thrust a little harder and she opened her mouth wider to accommodate him. Was that a tongue ring that he felt near the back of her throat?

“Aww, shiiiiiiiiiit.” He released a long few months’ worth of tension with a final thrust, accompanied by a loud moan.

When he finished, he looked down at her. He’d expected her to jump up and head to the bathroom, but Vicki hadn’t moved. She was still gently sucking and licking at him like a faithful puppy. As she alternated between flicking him gently with her tongue and then taking him in deep, allowing the tongue ring to flirt with the head of him, the sensations drove him crazy. He squirmed, but kept his hands firmly in place, holding her head down. At the rate she was going, he’d be hard again in a few minutes.

When she began licking him up and down like a lollipop, it was just the stimulation he needed. Satisfied with her results, she pounced on him again, seemingly swallowing him whole. His breath left him momentarily. Claire never did it back to back. Never! Claire.

For half a second he felt a wave of guilt, but, as Vicki continued working him over, the wave passed by. As long as he didn’t actually fuck her, he wasn’t really cheating, right? The phone rang and he excitedly reached for it. He wanted to see if he could maintain his composure in conversation while Vicki did her thing.

Big mistake.

“Tyrone?” It was Claire.

“Hey, babe.” His voice caught as he felt the tongue ring brush against him again.

Luckily, Claire didn’t seem to notice, because she immediately began running off at the mouth. “Oh, Tyrone, guess what? You’ll never guess,” she said, not giving him a chance to speak. “I just got home from the doctor. Remember how I was telling you that I’d been feeling really tired and sick to my stomach? I thought it was the flu. But this ain’t no flu, Daddy!”

He was barely listening. He’d desperately been trying to push Vicki away from him, but she took it as if it were some sort of game and attacked him that much more vigorously.

“Get off of me,” he muttered, giving her one final push.

“What? Tyrone, did you hear what I said?”

“Huh? Oh, no, baby, I’m sorry. I was asleep when you called and I’m still trying to shake the cobwebs out. Plus you were talking way too fast! Slow it down, girl!”

“I called you Daddy!”

It took several seconds before the words sank in. “You’re pregnant? Oh, damn! Baby, that’s great!” Tyrone jumped up off the sofa and walked into the kitchen.

“When is the baby due? Aww, man, I’m gonna be a daddy!”

“Well, I’m not due until April. You’ll be home by then, right?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, baby!”

“Ok. I just wanted to call and tell you that. I’m on my way to Momma’s house now, to tell her. I’ll call you later on, ok? I love you, Tyrone!”

“I love you, too, baby.”

As he ended his call, he realized that Vicki was staring at him. He’d forgotten she was there and now he wanted her gone.

“Ya know, I don’t take too kindly to being pushed like that,” she said. “The rough stuff is usually extra, but I’ll let you get away with that this time. So, you wanna finish this or what? I generally guarantee to get you off at least twice, but if you’re cool with just the one, that’s fine by me. It’s still gonna cost you the same, though.”

“Cost?” What the hell was this crazy bitch talking about? She couldn’t possibly be serious.

“Yeah, cost,” she said matter-of-factly. “Don’t tell me you thought this was a freebie! I mean, you’re cute and all, but business is business. So, you through with me or not?”

Ordinarily, Tyrone was smooth with the women. He didn’t like to raise his voice or curse at them. His mother’s upbringing had taught him better than that. When he finally spoke to her, he managed to remain cool, though by that time he was pretty pissed. “Look, Vicki, I don’t know what’s going on here, but you never said anything to me about having to pay for this. You asked if you could come by, and then you let yourself in. I didn’t know anything about this mess you’re talking here.”

“Oh, come on, Ty. Please spare me the ‘new kid on the block’ speech. Why the hell do you think I asked you if you wanted a date? Don’t tell me, you thought it was because I was interested or something? You better lose that wet-behind-the-ears thing real quick. It doesn’t suit you at all.” He was still having trouble believing his ears. This gorgeous woman, his costar at that, was tricking! What was wrong with that picture? Nevertheless, he had no intention of paying her for it. That was ridiculous! Tyrone Jefferson didn’t have to pay a woman to get him off.

“Well, Vick, it seems like we’ve got us a little problem, because I don’t pay women for sex. So, I guess you just wound up giving a freebie.” He folded his arms and leaned up against the refrigerator, chuckling to himself. He knew that he’d thrown her for a loop. Most likely, she’d never had a man tell her he wasn’t going to pay. He was sure that she wouldn’t know what to do next. He was wrong.

“Well, Tyrone, it’s unfortunate that we have a problem. But I think we’re going to have another problem if you don’t give me my money. See, I don’t think that your cute little wifey poo will take too kindly to knowing that her husband was getting his dick sucked while she was springing the news that she was carrying the spawn of his loins. Whaddya think?” Tyrone’s mouth dropped open. There was no way this was happening! Was she blackmailing him over some head?

“How much?” He was defeated, at least for the moment. He couldn’t have Claire find out, but he certainly wasn’t done with Miss Vicki Taylor. He stalked past her into his bedroom for some money. He’d pay her for now. Vicki smiled as she called out after him. “That’s two hundred dollars, cute stuff.” He threw the money at her as he came back in the room.

“You know, it’s a hundred dollars a blow, so you still got one coming. You want it?”

“Get the fuck out of here!” Tyrone hissed.