“We are here outside of Stacia Martin’s beach house in Miami, Florida. At a press conference early this morning, Stacia told her modeling agency that she was indeed gay and she would come out to the public as such. We have yet to speak to Mrs. Martin, who’s reality show ‘Modeling Mode’ has been the number one watched show on reality television for the past six weeks.” The news broad caster whisked around the front door of Stacia’s house swung open and the beautifully exotic woman stepped out, her over sized sunglasses in tact.

“Oh God, turn it,” Claire Declore groaned as she pushed her long dark hair over her shoulder, “Another publicity stunt.”

“I don’t think so,” Koree Johnson smiled slyly as she picked up her martini and put it in the air.

“You didn’t,” Their friend Sophie Teller chimed in with a grim expression.

“She had no choice but to come out, I’ve been on her ass since September,” Koree chuckled. She sat back in her chair and look a sip of her drink, her brown eyes wild with satisfaction.

“You outed the poor girl?” Sophie shook her head and ran her fingers through her long blonde hair. “She’s just a child.”

“She’s almost 20,” Koree rolled her eyes, “And besides, I had to do it. Every since that comment she made in September she has been on my hit list. It’s one thing to be in the closet but quite another to be in the closet and talking shit about gays”

“True,” Claire grinned, “Plus she’s hot. Get me her number will you?” She winked her green eyes at her close friend before sliding out of her chair and grabbing her scarf. “I’ve gotta run, I have to be on air in less than a hour and I still haven’t stopped by Starbucks.”

“Don’t you have an assistant for that?” Sophie asked. sarcastically.

“I fired the dumb bitch when she lost my Louboutin’s,” Claire shook her head, “I pray that the studio won’t give me someone so simple next time. . . I mean really.”

Koree’s nodded her head, her eyes glued on the television while the camera panned in on Stacia’s face. Her smooth chocolate skin barely visible between the scarf and sunglasses.

“You hear me, Koree?” Sophie called, pulling her away from the television.

“Huh?” Koree asked, turning her attention to her two friends who were staring at her, waiting.

“How did you know she was a lesbian?” Sophie repeated.

Koree smiled and shook her head, “My gaydar is never wrong, baby, I could tell by the way she walked into your movie premier last month. . . .that woman loves her some women.”

“It’s the eye contact thing again,” Claire simplified Koree’s answer with a wink and then stalked away laughing, retrieving her black berry from her purse and sliding out the door to the small Hollywood diner.

“Did I tell you about the woman I met last night at that television pod cast last week?” Sophie asked me with a thin smirk on her face, “Tall, slender beauty with these long legs and the prettiest crystal blue eyes I have ever seen. . .” She smiled. “She was with on of the publishers. . .a photographer.”

Koree smiled and shook her head. “Did you take her home with you?”

“What do you take me for? A slut?” Sophie asked.

Koree nodded teasingly and took another sip of her drink. “I just thought. . .you know. . .”

“When are you going to meet a nice girl anyways? I was trying to introduce you to a friend of mine. Gorgeous girl who works for Elite. She’s an editor there. . .great body and exceptional personality,” Sophie nodded. “You’d love her, Kor, I’m telling yah.”

“No thanks. . .there are no more nice girls out there, Soph,” Koree smiled meekly. “I should know.”

“Oh, no, they just aren’t nice to you. Every time I turn around you are doing another story on some poor girl,” Sophie said. “I bet your inbox is bustin with hate mail,” She chuckled softly.

“It’s my job,” Koree reminded her with a giggle.

“Yeah yeah,” Sophie said, sliding out her chair and placing a 50 dollar bill on the table. “I have to run, apparently I have a photo shoot in the morning for a promotion,” She shook her head. “Call me later.”
She blew Koree a kiss before pushing down her sunglasses and grabbing her long coat. “Adios my dear.”

Koree finished off her drink, her eyes still on the television where they were wrapping up the coming out story for Stacia Martin. She remembered the first time she laid eyes on the southern Florida beauty at Hollywood party. She could still feel the pang in her stomach when their eyes met, the way she smiled as she drifted past her in in the crowded room.

“Are you done, Miss Johnson?” The waiter passed by her table with another drink in tow.

“Yes,”: She cleared her throat as she slapped down a 50 along side Sophie’s and grabbed her purse. It was only 9’o clock and Koree was left with nothing to do but walk around downtown and enjoy the cool California air. She put on her trusty Dior sunglasses that she would wear in the dead of winter if they would keep the paparazzi off of her ass. She wrapped her black scarf carefully around her neck before walking out of the dimly lit restaurants and out onto the streets.

She tried to enjoy the fresh air, listen to the music and the life of the city but even the televisions in the store and bar windows reminded her of the woman that she had developed a love and hate relationship with. The media was eating up her confession like animals biting into the flesh for a taste of human blood. Still, Stacia smiled, walked her famous model cat walk ,and did not stir as the media chased her down with insanely personal questions. “That woman. . .” Koree sighed when she found herself pausing in front of a bar, peering into the window at the television.

The familiar hum of her personal phone vibrated against Koree’s waist in her Monogram Denim Louis Vuitton hang bag. Koree fished it out slowly, peering at the name on the screen before answering, “Yes, my love?