WILDFIRE
By Aysia Anderson (a.k.a. Nikki)

Chapter Twenty-Six: Clubs & Radio DJ’s

“Are you ever bothered by your husband going out to nightclubs and dancing with other women?” The DJ asked Camille over the phone as they held a radio interview for all of the fans that were anticipating her third album release. It had been a while since she had done a studio record with getting married and becoming a mother. The excitement for her album was possibly higher than it had ever been before.

“Why would I be bothered by that?” Camille asked, not liking the way that the interview seemed to be headed, adjusting her cellular phone as she sat in the passenger’s seat of Nastassia’s Hummer. “I go out to nightclubs and dance with other men all of the time.”

****

Justin leaned back against the wall of the club as the vivacious brunette in front of him grinded her ass into his crotch. She was dressed to seduce in a red and black plaid mini-skirt, black tube top, and knee-high leather boots. Every time she switched her hips he caught a glimpse of skin and he couldn’t deny that she was turning him on like crazy. He didn’t even have to do the work. He could stay leaned against the wall while she basically raped him for the rest of the night.

The brunette spun her body around, flipping her long hair over her shoulders, and placed her fingertips on his shoulders lightly. He watched, completely amused, as she worked her body like a snake and moved down to the floor. When she stood back up he smirked at her and licked his bottom lip while she tugged his shirt out of the waistband of his jeans. When he felt the pads of her fingers tracing the outlines of his toned abs all he could do was raise an eyebrow.

“Are you having fun?” He asked cockily as she smiled at him.

“I’m about to.” She moved to capture his lips with her own when he turned his head quickly, denying her the chance that she had been hoping for. He was drunk but he wasn’t that damn drunk. “It’s been nice dancing with you.” He slid away from her and made his way off of the dance floor. He was not going down that easily.

****

“How do you deal with the rumors of Justin sleeping around on you?”

“Honestly, all of the rumors come with the territory in this industry. If you believe everything that you hear in the media he’s cheated on me with Jessica Alba, Lucy Lui, and Tatiyana Ali.”

Nastassia glanced over in the direction of her best friend as the light turned green and she pressed the gas. She wasn’t even sure why she had agreed to talk to this specific DJ. He never stuck to what was important. He always sought out controversy.

“As far as reports go, the press has said that I was caught with Usher and that I’m messing around with Bow Wow since he’s legal now. Let’s be serious here.” Camille rolled her eyes in an agitated manner. “Justin and I have a really beautiful relationship that is completely open and honest. If he wanted to see someone else he would just tell me and I’d have to deal with it and vice versa.”

****

“Who was the brunette?” Joey asked as Justin wandered back into the VIP room in pursuit of another glass of Cristal that had been provided to him and his friends for the night. The boys hadn’t gone out together in what seemed like forever. It was unfortunate that the group partying had dwindled down to just him, Justin, and Lance.

“Damned if I know and damned if I care.” He replied, dropping down onto the couch between Joey and Lance. “You want the hook up or something?”

“Nah, I’m straight. I don’t want your seconds. She was a little too hot in the pants for you anyway. I’m shocked you didn’t let her jump your bone down there.”

“Now that is the difference between you and I, Joseph. Every girl that wants my dick is not going to get it.”

Lance shook his head with a light chuckle. “The only girl that should be getting your dick is Camille, right?”

Justin opened his mouth slightly to pop his jaw before answering. “That’s what I meant.”

“Just making sure now. Don’t get all hostile.”

“When was the last time y’all talked to Josh?”

“Last night.” Joey reported. “Is he still not talking to you?”

“Appears that way, doesn’t it?”

“I can’t blame him, J. If you approached me like that I would have cut you off too. What were you thinking?”

Justin shrugged his shoulders and poured himself another glass of the over expensive liquor. “It’s in the past now. He’ll get over it.”

****

“Do you ever worry about Justin’s exes coming into play?” The DJ continued his intrusive questioning causing Camille serious discomfort.

“No, I don’t. Isn’t this interview supposed to be about my new album? You haven’t asked me one question that has to do with it.” she pointed out.

Nastassia made a face as she drove. “Hang up the phone, Cam. He’s an asshole.”

The DJ clicked his tongue after hearing Nastassia’s voice in the background. “I’m only asking what the people really want to know.”

****

One, here comes the two to the three to the four
Everybody drunk out on the dance floor
Baby girl ass jiggle like she want more
Like she a groupie and I ain’t even on tour…

“Hold up. Is that my song playing?” Justin stood up fifteen minute later, now completely inebriated with all of the liquor that he had put down. Joey shrugged his shoulders and polished off his drink while Lance chatted up one of the young vixens that he had met earlier on in the night and had invited back to the VIP room.

“Where are you going, man?” Joey asked as his friend strolled passed him, stumbling, and made his way to the door.

“They haven’t played ‘Tipsy’ in a grip.”

“The ladies do get buck on that song.” He agreed.

“I gotta go back on the dance floor for this.” Justin explained and disappeared out of the door. It wasn’t even a minute later when he ran into the one woman that he had hoped to never see again. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Alyssa prodded her long dark brown hair behind her ears nervously. She was looking like an angel in a short and dark floral dress and heels. It was just too bad that nothing could be acted upon between them. Justin had made his decision the night of his first mistake. “How have you been?”

“Fine.”

She exhaled loudly and gazed up into his eyes. “I’m really sorry for what happened, okay? You didn’t have to run out the way that you did, though.”

“That’s a matter of personal opinion.” He countered and waved to her few friends that were in the area.

“How is Camille?”

“Why is everyone always fucking asking me that question? She’s great!”

“Did you tell her what happened?”

Justin rolled his eyes, “No, of course not.”

Everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy
(Everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy)
Now everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy
(Everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy)

Alyssa nodded her head and turned to walk away when she felt his hand lightly grab her arm to stop her from leaving. “What is it?”

“I’m sorry I left you like that, okay? I should have been a man about it and faced what had happened.” He explained himself. “Why don’t you come out and dance with me to this song? We’ll forget it ever happened.”

“Okay.”

****

“So when he finally does cheat on you and ultimately leave you what do you plan on doing with the rest of your life and career?”

Camille’s mouth dropped at the words that had just freefell from the lips of the DJ that was sure to lose his job after what he had just pulled with her. “This interview is over.”

“Oh, don’t be sore!” Were the last words that could be hear as Camille flipped down the top of her cell phone.

“What an asshole!”

****

He didn’t know what he was doing anymore as he danced seductively with his ex-girlfriend to the un-edited version of ‘Tipsy’. He wasn’t sure if it was the liquor, the music, or the way that their bodies moved so easily together but he was gone. It was as if all of those things coming together skewed his ability to know right from wrong.

Alyssa tilted her head back and to the side as Justin’s hand cupped her jaw line and his lips trailed sloppy kisses over the side of her neck. She said nothing as his free hand slid over her breast and down around to take a firm grip on her ass. She wanted this to happen so bad that it hurt. She hadn’t been able to get the last time that they had been together out of her mind and this time there were no stipulations about it. He was initiating this. There was no third-party calling the shots.

When he tilted her chin up to snake his tongue between her lips she moaned slightly and braced her hands on his chest to stop things from going any further. If she let this charade go on any longer she would be stripping him naked on the dance floor in front of the world. Neither had even noticed that they were already being watched.

“I’m sorry about that. I don’t know where that came from or…” Justin started to explain when Joey and Lance appeared out of nowhere.

“J, what the fuck are you doing?” Joey pulled him aside as Lance tended to the stunning older woman.

“I don’t know. I don’t know. I think I drank too much so I’m…”

“Cut the shit and tone it down.” Joey ordered, swatting him on the chest before calling Lance to head back to the VIP room. “Watch your ass, boy. There are eyes everywhere.”

Justin turned back to Alyssa prepared to apologize for his actions. “Like I was saying, I’m really sorry about that.”

“I need to go to the bathroom.” Alyssa whispered and ignored his apology. “Come with me.”

****….////

“Wait, wait.” Gary put a hand up to stop Trace’s story before he got too far ahead. “All of the reports that appeared in the newspapers said that he merely kissed her at Suede. There were no indications that anything else transpired.”

“You all actually believe that Camille would leave him over a kiss?” Trace almost laughed at the thought. “I’m not saying that it is no thing but let’s be realistic. The cameras caught the kiss and that was bad enough but that wasn’t what forced them into separation. Would you just let me finish what I have to say?”

“When Camille had her interview on The View she only mentioned the kiss!” Gary was still disputing what his guest was telling him and the crew. “I can’t believe that!”

“That was because he fucking lied to her! Gary, are you going to listen or are you going to keep butting in?”

////…****

Alyssa’s arms were locked around Justin’s shoulders and her legs around his waist as he moved within her. He kept his hands gripped onto the top of the stall for support, tasting the alcohol on her lips, feeling his body going to heights it hadn’t been to in a long time. He hadn’t had sex with his wife in what seemed forever and it wasn’t because she wasn’t a willing participant. He had still been overwhelmed by his own guilt.

It wasn’t until he saw her face inside of his mind that he began to come back to his senses. It wasn’t until Alyssa had screamed out his name like old times that it really hit him. He stopped moving, blowing his own personal high, and swallowed back the vomit that had all at once threatened to erupt from his stomach.

As if he had been burned by a fire Justin tore himself away from Alyssa inside of the bathroom stall and yanked his pants back up to his hips. He was beginning to sober up but it was already too late to change the game plan. He had already fucked up for the second time and as the realization overtook him he began to feel nauseated. His head was spinning. He had not just fucked this girl, for the second time, in a bathroom stall inside of a nightclub!

Alyssa leaned back against the side of the stall with her eyes closed trying to catch her breath and not fall over. Blindly she reached down her body to adjust the bottom of her dress back into its normal condition. She should have felt guilty about assisting him on cheating on his wife but at that moment she couldn’t think pass how good she felt. There were still explosions going off inside of her body.

“I’m fucking going to hell.” Justin zipped and buttoned his jeans and reached for the lock on the door to make his escape.

“Where are you going?!”

“I’m getting the hell out of here!” He threw open the door and stepped out of the small stall to come face to face with Lance, Joey, and Lonnie. He breathed heavily as he stared back at their questioning eyes and swallowed. He didn’t even notice Alyssa rush out of the stall and disappear from the bathroom.

“Do you even comprehend what the hell you just did?” Lance shouted at him irately. “Camille does not deserve what you just did to her!”

“This is so fucked! I am so fucked!” Justin’s heart was beating so harshly against his chest that he thought that it would explode as he followed his friends out of the restroom and back into the VIP room to gather up their things to leave. “There is no way in hell she’s going to understand this! There’s no way…Oh, God!”

“Quiet down, Justin! Shut the fuck up!” Lonnie ordered as his friend and employer started to lose his mind before him. “Somebody tell the owner to pull the car around back!”

“Man, tell me that you did not go raw dog with that bitch?!” Joey shouted out.

The color seemed to literally drain from Justin’s face once the question had been posed to him. He had never done anything that stupid before. The only person he had ever not wrapped it up with had been his wife. It was a perk of being married and wanting kids. How could he have forgotten to use protection?

Joey’s nostrils were flaring as his blood pressure began to rise higher than it already was. He may not have been in the picture all that much but he knew Camille enough to know that this was one of the dirtiest things that his friend could ever do to her. All she ever did was try to love him and make him happy.

“I swear to God, Timberlake, if you don’t tell her I will. I’ll tell her everything.”

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“I want to believe that he was going to tell her the truth whether Joey had threatened him or not but that’s something that I can’t honestly answer. I know that he was scared and that he didn’t know what to do.” Trace shook his head at the situation. “I know that if I would have been there that night that I would have caught some of the blame. I just wish I could have been there for him, be a better friend, but I wouldn’t have known how to react to that myself. I still don’t know how to react to it.”

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As soon as the car sped into the driveway and screeched to a stop in front of the doors Camille found herself standing in the open doorway. Lance had called her on his cell phone and told her to be ready when they got there. He had said that something serious had occurred, Justin was drunk, and that it needed to be dealt with immediately.

She didn’t have time to drop Nicole off at her mother’s house, nor did she want to wake her up that late a night to do so. Still, she had been able to change out of her gown and into a pair of jeans and a baby tee. She didn’t know if his friends would be staying or not.

There was no question that Joey was pissed off as he threw open the car door and stomped over to her. No one else got out but Justin and he took his sweet time making his way over. She could tell that he was stalling from the way he shoved his hands into his pockets and nervously chewed his bottom lip. Her heart was telling her that pain was on the way.

“That man is one of my closest friends.” Joey pointed back at him as he spoke to Camille. “I would do anything for him and say anything to cover his ass but I’m not doing that with you. I’ve got too much respect for who you are, Camille.”

She nodded her head though she didn’t quite understand what he was getting at. There was no time to ask questions because as Justin’s foot met with the front step Joey’s was stepping off of it. She watched silently as he jumped back into the car and sped off with whomever else was inside.

Justin pulled one of his hands out of his pocket, handing her his keys, and gestured for her to follow him. Swallowing, Camille stepped outside and closed the door behind herself. She felt shaky as she followed him to the guest house, unlocked the door, and walked ahead of him inside.

“What’s going on?”

“I ran into Alyssa at the club.” He leaned back against the door with his hands still shoved deep into his pockets.

“Okay?”

“I was really wasted when I saw her.”

Camille crossed her arms over her chest and sat down on the arm of the couch looking away from him. She did not want to hear what he was about to say. She didn’t want to have to go through it.

“We were just dancing at first.” Justin swallowed. “We were dancing and then….then we were kissing and…” He heard his wife choke down a whimper. “I didn’t realize at the time that there were paparazzi everywhere in that fucking club so there are going to be pictures everywhere.”

“You think I care about some fucking pictures?! Why would you…” she took a deep breath while her leg bounced up and down as her frustration grew. She had to convince herself that it wasn’t the appropriate time to ask questions. She had to just listen.

“I didn’t leave out of this house intending to go out there and cheat on you, Camille!”

“Fine, alright? It’s whatever.” She stood up. “Is that all you did, Justin? You just kissed her, right?”

“I just kissed her.” He lied.

Camille stood up from the arm of the sofa. Without another word she walked over to him, avoiding his eyes, and waited for him to step out of her way so she could leave the guest house. After she had departed on her way back to the main house he closed the door and slid down to the floor. He knew that she was going to cry alone in their room. He knew that she was cursing his name inside of her head. He also knew that he was going to have to tell her the truth and when he did it would mark the end of their relationship…for good.

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