Jaquanetta Johnson

"What's great about this," Gary goes on, "is that she has relatives right here in town, so she comes here regularly in secret anyway. But you'll know who she is -- even though she was at her biggest back in the Nineties, you worshipped her during your puberty, and you attended her last concert here."

"Concert?" That worries you all the more. An actual celebrity? Plus, your fickle libido has picked out a few starlets in its time.

You follow Gary to the door. He opens it and makes small talk with someone with a soft weet voice, and at last you see your visitor.

Jaquanetta Johnson!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Gary is right about your knowing her. You even know that she got her name in part from some old B-movie actress known as Aquanetta. You've also dutifully collected video of her in performance from before you were even born. You've been spellbound by her looks, her choreography, and her sexuality -- and you've even hummed some of her music at embarrassing moments.

Lately, all you've heard is about her appearing in a couple of those Schuyler Terry movies ground out factory-style for black audiences, and she sort of fell off your radar -- but she has your full attention now. You've read about her weight fluctuations, but her immediate fluctuation is working beautifully for her. She stands before you in a tied-up shirt showing off some sleek but strong abdominals, and there's a very nice generous outward curve to her hips and ass. As for her breasts, they're very high and full and proud, damn near leaping right up through her shirt to greet you.

"Hey there," she teases you quietly, mischief in her eyes and grin.

"Uh ... hey there, Miss Johnson," your brain somehow manages.

"Oh, I'm only Miss Johnson if you're nasty. You don't seem so nasty to me at all."

You don't want to talk yourself out of this -- and yet, what remains of your rational mind wants to check.

"Jaquanetta ... are you sure you want to do something like this? I mean, you're very high profile, with a great career."

She gives a cute devilish laugh. "The truth is, Gary didn't even have to offer that much money. See, the thing is, there's been all kinds of silly speculation about who I should be marrying, and I think if I show that I'm a 44-year-old woman still keeping her options wide open, that might settle a lot of that."

"Okay -- but it still seems ****."

"It's sweet that you care. But the whole world knows that I love a man with a nice package. I've said it before -- and I'll probably be saying it again!"