Musings in the Dark: "Precession," part 4


"Precession," part 4

Part 1                                  

Phaedra and I worked out the days of the week I would get to visit Orion Jr.; Mondays, Wednesdays & Fridays.  I was no fool; I knew if I missed one visit, she would revoke my privileges and I would never see my son again.  As a result, I made sure that any business I had to conduct did not take place anywhere around the time I was scheduled to visit.  It was easy to arrange.  My place of business was Jade’s, an Ishiguro-owned bar & grill on the corner of First Street and Prince Avenue.  I was the manager of the restaurant, which was a legitimate front for other things.  Sadao was willing and able to run things for me, especially when he learned that I had a chance to get to know my son.
          Nysha was another matter.   One evening, about four weeks after I started visiting Orion Jr., she was parading around our bedroom in a slinky black lace ensemble, made up to the nines even though it was almost midnight.  I hadn’t had the desire to have sex with her in about a week, ever since I overheard an argument between CJ and Phaedra about my frequent visits.  Nysha alternated between needing to get laid and not wanting me to muss her hair and clothes.  This was a week in which she wanted me to fuck her brains out and I just wasn’t in the mood.  I was watching television, my thoughts on the tension between CJ and Phaedra, and my role in it, and ignoring my current girlfriend.
          She got on the bed and draped her torso over my lap.  As I’ve said before, Nysha was a bombshell; voluptuous, curvy, flawless, gorgeous.  Under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t have been a problem for me to take her up on her offer.  Not now.  Not after learning that there could be the slightest inclination of a possibility that I could get Phaedra back.
          I tried to look around her head.  There was a Lakers/Celtics basketball game on.  “What is it?”
          “What’s going on?”
          “I’m trying to watch Kobe lead the Lakers to a win.”
          “Turn off the TV.”
          She slid her hand over my groin and gave me a gentle tug.  My dick barely twitched.  I was clearly not in the mood, and said so.
          “This is unlike you.  Normally, I have to beat you off with a stick.  But lately, you haven’t wanted to touch me.  I know you haven’t started batting for the other team, so what gives?  You never leave me hanging like this.”
          She smelled fruity, like strawberries, or some other equally potent fragrance.  I wasn’t the least bit turned on by her, in spite of her looks.  “Sorry, Ny.  I’m just not in the mood for sex.”
          She groaned and got off the bed, fiddling with her hair.  “Do we have any D-cell batteries?”
          I smirked.  I’d sent her to her toy box more than once this week; likely, she’d worn out the batteries on her favorite vibrator.  It didn’t bother me.  She would do better getting an orgasm from one of her toys.  The last time I saw Phaedra, she was in a fly green dress that screamed ‘fuck me.’  Unfortunately, I know CJ got to do the honors, and I can’t reiterate how much that bothered me.  Any hard-on I might have was for Phaedra and Phaedra alone.  “I wouldn’t know, Ny.”
          “Orion, what is going on?”
          I took a short breath and looked at her.  She was twirling a long lock of hair around a finger.  “I have a child.”
          “What?  Since when?  Have you been fucking around on me, Orion?”
          “No,” I said.  “My son is six years old.”
          She stared at me as if she didn’t understand.  “Did you get hit with child support papers or something?  Why am I just now learning about your kid?  You know I fucking hate children, Orion.”
          I was aware.  That was one of the reasons I knew that I’d have to get rid of Nysha.  Once Phaedra was comfortable enough to allow Orion Jr. to visit me, I intended for it to stay that way.   “I know, Ny.  And no, I haven’t been served with papers.  I’ve been taking care of my son from the beginning.”
          “Why am I just now learning about this, O?”
          “Because I’m now in a position for him to be able to stay with me.  And rest assured, he will be staying with me.  I’m already making plans to have the guest bedroom turned into a room for him.”
          “Oh no, oh no no…I’m not about to have a kid up in my apartment, Orion!”
          “Last I checked, I paid the rent and bills, Ny.  You’re no more than entertaining decoration.”
          She was too distracted to be insulted.  “What?”
          “Don’t think for a second that I’m going to choose you over my son.  I’ve been out of his life, but that’s changed.  His mother and I have come to an agreement, and I can now be an active part of his life…which I intend to be.”
          “Are you breaking up with me?”
          “I don’t recall saying those words.  You’re the one who doesn’t want my kid around.  So you’re leaving me.”
          “No I’m not!  You’re my man!  MY man!  I’m not about to let you go!”
          “But you expect me to ignore my son?”
          “No, Orion…it’s just—”
          “Just what?”
          “What about the mother?”
“What about her?”
“You’re trying to get back with her?”
I wasn’t trying to get back in with Phaedra; our interactions had been strictly restricted to Orion Jr.  But if I thought there was a chance—and I’m now of the opinion that there is—I would be with her in a heartbeat.  “No, Nysha.  She’s involved with another man.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Is she married to him?”
“She got a kid with him?”
“Then there’s nothing keeping her from getting back with you if she wants to.”
I was intrigued, but I wasn’t about to let on.  “Ny, we haven’t been together in over six years.  She’s moved on.”  I hesitated and decided to toss in a lie.  “So have I.” 
Can Nysha compete with Phaedra?
“You’re her baby’s daddy, and I know you.  You’re a one-woman man, Orion, and it’s one of the things I love about you.  You have a child with her.  You have a connection to her that I don’t have with you, and I won’t be able to compete with that.” 
“By your choice, Nysha. I haven’t said a thing about breaking up with you.  But like I said, I’m not choosing you over my child.  If you can get over the fact that I have a son, and that he will be staying with me from time to time, then you can continue to remain my girlfriend.”  Yeah.  Right.  The moment I knew that I had a real shot at Phaedra, Nysha would be gone.
She shifted her weight a few times and then sighed dramatically.  “Do I have to play stepmom or something; take him shopping, make him breakfast, watch cartoons with him, shit like that?”
“To be perfectly honest, I’d rather not have you within ten feet of my son.  Your dislike rolls off you in waves.  I don’t need Orion picking up that vibe and thinking he’s unwelcome in his father’s home.  So no, you don’t have to worry about any of that stuff.  Leave him alone.”
She rolled her eyes and turned to go into the bathroom.  “You can be such a fucking asshole, Orion!”
I turned my attention back to the game, just in time to see Kobe dunk on Paul Pierce.  “Whatever.”

Really, long could you deny this man?


  1. I love this story so much. I think I will go and watch The Fast and The Furious again. It may be for the 1001th time but I am not ashamed.

  2. Who is that hoochie portraying "Nysha"? Do I even want to know where you found her?

  3. Ankh, you stupid. Her name's Vanessa Veasley, and she's a model. Men love her, of course.

    Kinda makes Orion's choice a non-issue, don't it?


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