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I hate Ashley, sometimes.

She is always right.

Especially when it comes to sex.

She has no problem discussing it.

She loves it, and lives for it.

You see, Ashley is a sassy certified diva who can just walk out of her house and meet a man with no problem. She will call me up after her sexual conquests and give me the complete rundown—where they did it, what they did, how long they did it for, and the size of his dick. I keep telling her I am going to pray for her.

She needs Jesus.

Ashley is good at seducing men. She is beautiful and very attractive. I always tell her that she reminds me of Kim Fields, less the dreads. But just like Kim Fields’s character, Regine, on Living Single, Ashley has a new hairstyle every time I turn around.

One week it’s in a short bob cut.

Three weeks later it’s bone-straight and down her back.

Two weeks later it’s feathered like Farrah Fawcett.

I just can’t keep up with Ashley and her coif.

However, one consistent thing about Ashley is that she barely wears any clothing. She doesn’t need to exploit her body, but everything she puts on is provocative and tight. She leaves very little to the imagination. Her life thrives around what’s hot and popular to wear, especially from video vixens.

That’s actually how we met.

Six years ago she came to one of the auditions we were holding for a new television reality show with our network. She blew us away. Ashley is a standout actress. She’s been in several Broadway shows. The girl can sing, dance, and act.

But it was her massive cleavage spilling out of her leopard silk blouse that got her through for a second audition. The director wanted to “see” more of her.

There was no denying Ashley was perfect and had the look. She is thick in all the right places. Standing five-feet-seven-inches, Ashley weighs one-hundred-forty-five pounds and has thirty-four double D breasts, with a huge ass. It’s curvaceously round, and as we men say, “You can sit a beer can on top of it.” She has a body to kill for.

Right before the call-backs for the project, I pulled Ashley to the side. “May I make a suggestion?” I asked. She raised her eyebrows. “It would be nice if you could cover your girls.” I pointed to the spillage from her top. “You can present yourself more demure and ladylike. You have some real talent and by far the best we have seen all day. Besides, I don’t want to see a sistah get played and then not get the job.”

Ashley sized me up as she looked me over and smiled politely. “Look, Mr. Men’s-Warehouse-business-suit-wearing-sweetness. I thank you for your concern about my appearance, and the like, however, I am not interviewing with you. I am here to see the director and to land this job. So if you will excuse me, I have an appointment to keep.” And like that, she turned on her red three-inch come-fuck-me stilettos and sashayed her way down the hall to meet with her fate.

I saw her again later that day as the audition process was narrowed down to three girls. She was one of them.

“I guess the director was impressed with your skills.” I smirked at her.

“I blew him away.” She smiled, tracing her fingers around her mouth smoothing out her lipstick. “I literally blew him away.”

I liked her fiery sassiness.

She was bold.

Snappy.

Quick.

Just like a gay man.

“I like your style,” I said, handing her my business card. “I’m Chase Kennedy, the Director of Production here. I have some other projects I would love to talk with you about.”

“Thank you, Mr. Kennedy,” she said, looking at the card. “I have a host of skills I am sure the network would love to see.”

“I’m sure they would,” I laughed.

She laughed along with me. I saw something in her, and she saw something hidden deep down inside of me.

I was trying to conceal it.

She unhinged me.

“Boy, I am a fag-hag. I know my gays,” she told me after we hung out, traversing through the city, a week after she landed the gig with our network.

Although I call Ashley a sex-fiend, I am the one who desires to be sexed like she is. It’s been six months and I haven’t been touched by a man. At least one of us was getting some good loving on the regular. I just wish it was me.