Tay Jay circled the room. Plasma TV, view of the park, Mardi Gras tiles on the kitchen floor, custom made cabinets, large walk in closets in the bedrooms. "This has everything," he said trying not to emphasis his astonishment. "I like it." The penthouse had a large open living room that felt like being inside a menagerie. The private pool reflected blue shards of white light into the east side windows. The motion was close to the rippling of a man's back in the way of passion. But the place wasn't about passion. It was about working to get a nut. At least, that's what crossed Tay Jay's mind.
Dinner yachts could be seen from a telescope. The night visor kicked in at the flip of a button. High tech shit as some called it. Dwight nervously surveyed the man in the room with a poker face and calculated precision, too afraid to show that he was uncomfortable. Tay Jay had worn his hair in true thug fashion, plaits hung from all sides weighed down by bullet barrettes that made little metallic clinks when he moved. He looked like a comic book vigilant that would reload his pistols by drawing ammo from his head.
Dwight was a frat boy could have been, only his slight off center kept him from fitting the mold. He liked it that way most of the time. It was how he stayed comfortable in his own skin. He'd never considered that it might have had something to do with his sexuality until that night high above midtown where he let another man's cock inside his ass as part of the obscure bargain.
"So we go'n do this or what?" Tay Jay seemed to be on edge. The state prosecutor had told him he was looking at five to ten. What choice did he have? Freedom came at a cost he might have paid a hundred times over behind bars. So when the attorney came to him talking about an alternative, he listened. All he had to do was spend the night with a client. Five to ten defending his ass or a single night giving it up to some rich white dude and walking out of the penthouse a free man the next day.
"You'll be back with your girl as soon as tomorrow maybe, simple as that, no one will be the wiser. Just do this one thing for my client." The words were sardonic. The representation was needed. Sleep with the man and freedom was just six inches and ten minutes into an uncharted future. Do whatever he says. Sell out. Sell it, or go to prison and have it taken from you. That was the counter point. A second arrest for possession, more than 15 grams, the choice was simple, sign up for the alternative. Sleep with the faggot.
He kept wishing he was high, "of all the nights to be fucking level" he thought. He wanted to go into the bathroom and take a hit from his stash, but remembered he left it in the car. Too much confusion. Tay Jay looked from Dwight to the attorney sitting at the bar stirring a cocktail pretending that nothing was going down.
They were waved away "you can fuck in the bedroom." The words tore at the poker-faced man calling himself Dwight. Still he walked toward Tay Jay with an extended hand. Thoughts went through Tay's mind while looking at that hand, the palm turned slightly upward, the ease in which Dwight willed himself to accept another mans touch, his eyes were nonchalant about the nature of Tay's sex, there was something familiar in them. The two men hesitated.
The attorney sat down his glass and motioned toward the front door. "Either of you are free to go. As I said, you would not be forced to keep your end of the deal. I can not reverse the judge's decision Tay. But, there are other things in your file that could become known. Your call."
Tay saw himself already across the large room back to the Vestibule, home to his girl's sofa bed and supple warm breast. Only he stood still and took Dwight's hand. "Good" the attorney continued. The distance between the men closed like miles. "You both have secrets to keep. If you want them kept you will indulge us with a little entertainment."
Dwight stood looking at Tay Jay with a closed mouth stare, then at the attorney who had connections in places high enough to put justice on hold. The tension in the room was insurmountable. The attorney came from behind the bar drink in hand. "Please gentlemen I am just the messenger - my employer can be a very tactful man."
Tay moved in close to Dwight with a stare that saturated the man's eyes demanding to know what kind of game was at hand. Tay stepped forward and tagged Dwight hard on the shoulder but he didn't flinch.
Dwight was actually hoping not to go through with the tryst, but there he was and there Tay was. "He is no better off than you," he told himself. Tay Jay looked back and forth at the attorney, then Dwight. It was twisted. A fucking rich man's game of real TV.
"We know what will happen to you Mr. Harrison so I wonder if Mr. Barrington would also like to force our hand?" The attorney's question went unanswered at first but the scowl on Tay Jay's face demanded some type of response.
Dwight spoke. "Could we please just get this over with?"
The answer was a silence that said the game would continue. The bullets dangled heavy, how many women had he paid for sex, called whores out of disrespect? Dwight looked from Tay back to the attorney and reluctantly removed his belt, pulled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes. The action was repeated and both men stood before the other like meat. "Showers at the gym, football practice, it was no different, just pretend dude was a bitch. Six inches between myself and getting out of this mess," was the thought.
Dwight dropped his shorts revealing a girthy cock. "Oh my" the attorney responded giddy. "This is going to be interesting."
"Shit," Tay Jay gasped "you fucking like dick." He removed his underwear with the cockiness of a guy who had the biggest, fattest cock in the locker room. The attorney bore back a lascivious grin. "Might as well enjoy this" Tay said and grabbed at Dwight's "tender ass." The violence that resulted was unexpected and Tay went toppling over a small table.
"I'm not your bitch motherfucker!" The little bullets barely had time to settle from the fall before they were back in motion and both men were at each other's throats. It took some effort to release the man pinned at the end of his arm, but Tay did so instantly. The mention of his dealer's address stopped him cold, followed by a simple look that solicited the same from Dwight. The attorney didn't have to make his threat any clearer.
"Get the fuck off me" Dwight ordered.
"Get the fuck of me what?"
"Pretty, fuckin, PLEASE." At that point the men were not only face to face, but dick to cock.
"Good" the attorney chimed. "Now that things are settled, gentleman you are both here for the amusement of my employer, and those that have mutual interest." He moved to face them, his tall slim frame seemed impenetrable in his unwavering authority. If nothing else, he was professional.
"Why are you doing this" Dwight asked revealing a slight southern accent.
