Epilogue

After the first video, Tyrone got you on a contract with a production company that specialized in interracial scenes within a week. You no longer had to wait tables, and you got to get laid as much as you wanted! For a girl who like you, this was a dream come true.

You worked in the industry for a couple of years, (making sure to go on birth control after Tyrone. Thank goodness you didn't catch the first time!) making hundreds of movies and scenes. After a couple of months, you started to see more money coming in than you knew how to spend, so you made sure to see a financial consultant. I mean, you might be an airheaded blonde who was now addicted to fucking black men, but you knew one thing: you would NEVER wait another table again. That was a promise you made to yourself, and it was a promise Tyrone had made you.

After two years, you were out at a club when a very successful football player saw you dancing with your friends. You two started talking and dancing, and one thing led to another, and you woke up the next day in his bed. He confessed that he was a fan of yours, but he wanted you all to himself. You had to admit, he was very handsome and nice to you, so you told him that you were still on a contract for another two weeks. Somehow, by the end of the day, his lawyer got you out of it. That told you that he was serious, so you did something to show you were serious: you took him to see your financial consultant, so he wouldn't be broke when his career ended.

Now, a year later, you're wearing his wedding ring and nursing your first baby. You're 'working' on making a brother or sister for your son, and life is good. Look at that. Another exception to the rule.