I exhaled and relaxed. I asked her, “Is it a good exhaustion?”

Tan smacked my thigh and said, “Hell yeah, it was good. Why would I want to do it every day if it wasn’t good?”

“Okay,” I told her. I was glad we were still safe.

Then TaShay said, “Terrance?” and she waited for me to respond to her.

“Yeah,” I answered.

“Are you glad you did this with us now? Because at first, you acted like you didn’t want to.”

“Yeah, he was gonna get us separate rooms and shit,” Tan commented. She laughed and added, “But we were still gonna have our fun. He just wouldn’t have had any.”

I grinned, but I still didn’t know what to say about it. It was definitely a new experience for me. I didn’t know if I was supposed to feel good about having sex with them. I still wanted to know if I was the first. Somehow, that would have made a world of difference to me.

I said, “And you say you two have never done this before?”

Tan answered, “We’ve been with ourselves before, but we never included a man in it.”

“It was my idea to include you,” TaShay told me.

I asked, “But why me?”

“Duuhhh, because she likes your ass, that’s why?” Tan teased me. “And now I see why. You got it going on.”

I was flattered, but I still was confused about how I felt about it.

“So, you haven’t answered the question,” TaShay pressed me.

I figured, What the hell? I don’t want to disappoint the girl. What’s done is done.

So I told her, “Yeah…I’m glad we did it.”

“Now was that so hard to say?” Tan asked me. “Shit, you act like you don’t like pretty pussy. You know how many guys would pay us to do this shit? And you got us for free.”

“Well, we’re not any damn whores, either,” TaShay informed her friend. “I keep telling you to stop thinking like that.”

“Okay, well, we’re just pretty freaks then, but not whores,” Tan commented.

TaShay paused and said, “Yeah.” Then she laughed like a schoolgirl.

I laid there with them and asked myself, Is this what they wanted?…I guess it was.

I WAS TOTALLY out of it by the time I made my ride for the photo shoot in Santa Monica that morning. Billy came to pick me up in a red Ferrari Spider.

He smiled and said, “How do you like this one?”

I was too tired to get too excited about it. I guess Mr. Vissel was using all of his toys in an attempt to impress me.

I nodded. “It’s nice.”

“That’s all? The girls lose their minds for this car,” Billy told me.

I hopped into the saddle brown leather interior and leaned back in the passenger seat.

Billy asked me, “So, what did you do last night? Those two girls were looking for you, man.”

“What two girls?” I asked him.