Marcus Allen :
y sister hung out with some of the O.J. Simpson crowd, and one time when I was out with her I met Marcus Allen. He frequented the Daisy on Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills, the same establishment where O.J. Simpson met Nicole Brown, who was working as a waitress there. O.J., Marcus Allen, and Al Cowlings were all regulars at the Daisy whenever they were in town. When Marcus Allen was signed to the L.A. Raiders, he began to pursue me hotly.
Marcus and O.J. have always been competitive with each other, and I think Marcus wanted a tall, long-legged, beautiful blonde just like the one O.J. was courting. For whatever reason, Marcus was so hot for me, he simply wouldn't leave me alone. He'd make passes when he saw me, ask me out, and call me at home. I wasn't interested. But the worst part was that when I'd turn him down, he'd accuse me of being prejudiced.
"Liza, what's wrong with you? You don't like black men?" No, Marcus. I'm just not interested."
"You can be straight with me. What do you have against black men?" "Nothing, Marcus. I'm just not interested in you."
The truth was, I didn't care what color his skin was, he simply didn't appeal to me. And I resented him bringing race into it. For me, there just wasn't any kind of chemistry.
But when I said no, it only seemed to make Marcus try twice as hard. He was relentless. So I did something I often do to get a guy off my back: I fixed Marcus up with a girlfriend. My friend, Nicolette, liked the idea of dating a football star. And besides, she was beautiful. It worked. Nikki and Marcus dated for some time. She liked him, and I thought he really liked her.
From time to time, the three of us would go out. On one of those occasions, after a night of music and dancing, Marcus invited Nikki and me to come to his condo in Brentwood. Marcus directed me to the guest bedroom. He and Nikki disappeared into the master bedroom next door.
As my head hit the pillow, I couldn't help overhearing Nikki and Marcus having sex. It was loud and passionate, and just as I was beginning to wonder how I was going to get any sleep that night, the sounds stopped— they'd only lasted a few minutes. Relieved, I fell asleep.
The next morning, when my bedroom door opened, I expected to see Nikki. Instead I saw this great big, tall figure looming over me. It was Marcus, and he was stark naked! I started to scream, but he held his finger in front of his lips in a shushing gesture. I stopped.
"I'm not here to hurt you," he whispered. I just thought you'd like to take a look at my—"
My eyes moved down to where he was pointing. I was in awe. There before me was the largest appendage I'd ever laid eyes on. It hung down to his knees, and I swear it looked like a redwood tree.
As Marcus stood there smiling and pointing, presenting himself, I took a deep breath. "What do you think you're doing?" He continued to smile. He was accustomed to rejection, at least from me. "Hey, I'm just making an offer." He touched it.
"I'm sorry, Marcus, but number one, you're with my girlfriend. Number two, if I wanted to be with you, I would have done it by now. Number three—" He cut me off. because I'm black, isn't it?"
I was taken aback, "Marcus, I'm not interested. Now get out of here." We heard Nikki stir in the next room. Marcus slowly turned toward the door, his penis waiving in the breeze as he left.
Minutes later I could hear them having sex in the other room. Again, it only lasted a couple of minutes.
It wasn't until Marcus dumped Nikki that she and I had a heart-to-heart talk. I told her what had happened. She wasn't very surprised. She went on to tell me that Marcus had a little problem staying erect, at least with her. Apparently the extent of their intimate moments was exactly that—mere moments. She was disappointed in his infidelity, but she didn't really miss him. She'd had better.