“Lorelei, no offense but you’re white and female, you can’t understand, in this world, a Black man can be a thug, he can be a woman beater, he can even be a mass murderer, a serial killer or even a frigging rapist, but he can’t be Bisexual, Black women cannot accept that, Black men cannot tolerate that, and the Black community cannot support that,” Tyson said, with a profound sigh.
“Tyson, I’m right beside you, win or lose,” Lorelei said, and something about her tone of voice caused him to look up. Tyson looked at Lorelei and paused, unsure of what he was seeing in her eyes. Lorelei Winters was a native of Detroit, Michigan, just like him. She had an MBA from Harvard University and used to work at Tower Records before coming to The Citadel, the semi-renegade record label which supported Tyson’s career. The Citadel made the old-school Death Row Records look like choir boys…
“Alright, Lorelei, I am Bisexual, but never wanted it to come out like this,” Tyson said softly. He thought of the kinky, twisted fun that he and Sasha used to have with his driver at the time, a tall, handsome Creole brother named Louis Jean, originally from New Orleans, Louisiana. Louis was masculine, totally Bisexual, and discrete, exactly what Tyson and Sasha wanted in the sort of man they invited to their bedroom escapades…
“Yes, Ty, I remember the parties,” Lorelei said with a smile, and Tyson grinned, shaking his head. As a big-name Rapper, Tyson was expected to have some wild fun and he did. In his younger days, Tyson spent more money on dating supermodels and hiring big-booty strippers than anyone in the game except maybe Floyd Mayweather. That was before Tyson became a father, and got inspired to become more than he thought he could be…
“Nothing wrong with being Bisexual,” Lorelei wanted to say, but she sensed now wasn’t the time to have this talk with Tyson. He was too…raw and emotional right now. She remembered a time when, while reviewing the security camera footage of Tyson’s rented mansion in the City of Trenton, New Jersey, Lorelei found a tape of him getting freaky with his driver Louis and his ex-girlfriend Sasha, right in the living room…
Lorelei was no stranger to sexual adventurism, working as a business manager and problem solver for celebrities meant being exposed to their freaky side, but she had her limits. She’d been surprised by the footage of a macho man like Tyson sucking his driver Louis dick while his then-girlfriend Sasha fucked him with a strap-on dildo. It would seem that the tough-talking, manly and outgoing Rapper could be quite submissive in the bedroom.
Lorelei never told Tyson about that discovery, of course, but she found it intensely erotic. She watched the entire tape, and found herself masturbating, rubbing her nipples through her blouse and fingering her already wet pussy. On the tape, Tyson continued to get freaky with Louis and Sasha. Tyson put Sasha on all fours and spanked her big black ass before slamming his big dark dick into her pussy. At the same time that Tyson fucked her, Sasha sucked Louis dick, and didn’t let up until the hunky driver came…
For Lorelei, the best part of the tape came when, as Tyson fucked the big-bottomed ( and loud ) Sasha from behind, Louis the driver came up behind him and shoved his dick up Tyson’s ass. Talk about raunchy three-way fun. Tyson clearly loved a woman with a big round ass, but he also couldn’t get enough of a well-endowed man. Now, his penchant for enjoying both at the same time was coming back to haunt him…
“What do we do, my dear?” Tyson asked, and Lorelei paused, wondering how to express what she was feeling. She hated seeing Ty like this, and had never liked his ex-girlfriend Sasha. Lorelei saw Sasha as exactly what she was, a gold digger whom Tyson should have gotten rid of a long time ago. Just because he’d known her for about a decade didn’t make her trustworthy…
“Tyson, we have to hit the ball running on this, I think you should tell your side of the story,” Lorelei said pensively. Tyson thought about his life, not just his sex life but all of it. The world absolutely hates bisexual men, especially the ones of African descent. The LGBT community went out of its way to erase Bisexual men from the picture, socially speaking, and the Black community staunchly believed that a Black man could only be Straight or Gay, never Bisexual. Where does that leave him?
“Fuck it, book the interviews, Lorelei, I’ve never run from a fight in my life, let’s show them a Bisexual Black man who doesn’t hide,” Tyson said, his deep voice rumbling. The sound sent a pleasant frisson down Lorelei’s spine, and the blonde gal smiled. Gently she touched Tyson’s knee, and when his eyes met hers, she nodded firmly.
“I’m right there with you,” Lorelei said, and with that, she winked at Tyson, then pulled out her cell phone and laptop. Smart, pliable, and lethally efficient, Lorelei got on the phone with magazine editors, media moguls and Internet wizards, and booked interviews. Tyson sat there, his mind racing, as he wondered exactly what he was getting himself into.
Lorelei smiled at Tyson, who resumed watching TV. The old classic Save The Last Dance was playing, and she kind of liked that movie. Julia Stiles was awesome in it, especially in those scenes where she kissed a certain handsome chocolate hunk. Lorelei thought of her ex-boyfriend Trevor Jackson, a handsome Jamaican guy she met at Harvard University. When she got pregnant by him, her parents disowned her. Even among Detroiters, black male/white female relationships are frowned upon…
Lorelei decided to stay the course on the road she felt destiny had chosen for her. Estranged from her parents, abandoned by Jackson, who returned to Kingston, Jamaica, after graduating from Harvard, Lorelei ended up raising her son Joshua alone. When she began working for Tyson Rocher as his agent and business manager, the tough-talking Rapper proved friendly, decent and surprisingly supportive. Last year, Lorelei went on all-expenses paid trip to Paris with Joshua, thanks to Tyson’s generosity…
“Lorelei, give Joshua this for me,” Tyson said, and he handed her a Detroit Red Wings hat. Lorelei smiled and nodded, watching as Tyson exited the living room. Lorelei continued to book the calls, and then had some wine to calm her nerves. With diabetes running in her family, Lorelei was watching herself, so she only had a little bit of the wine. Nevertheless, she felt like she had to pee soon after…
“Oh I’m sorry,” Lorelei said, as she opened the washroom door, intent on taking a piss, only to find Tyson in there, taking a shower. He pulled back the shower curtain and apologized, even though she was the one who walked in on him. Lorelei’s eyes widened as she saw Tyson’s, ahem, manhood…
“It’s all good, Lorelei, we’re cool, you and I,” Tyson said, and he turned his back and continued to shower. Lorelei, feeling awkward about the whole thing but moments from pissing all over herself, decided to answer the call of mother nature. She pulled down her skirt, sat down on the toilet and let loose a powerful jet of urine.