She nodded, “Yes, Sam, I will.”
“Shit! You still look like you wishin to be somewhere’s else. You got to look and act like you’re havin a good time.” Two young white men passed them and glared. She heard one of them say, “She’s gotta be a fuckin slut.” Sam ignored them. He put his hands on her ass, “You’re a party whore, a party whore for blacks.” He pulled her close, “Say it nice. Say what you is.”
She looked away, then clasped her hands behind his neck and ground her pelvis against him. She tilted her head up, “I’m a party whore, Sam, a party whore for blacks.”
“That’s right. That’s what you fuckin is, so act like it.” He put his arm around her waist and pulled open the door to the club.
It was dark, all black glass and chrome. Booths lined three of the walls. In the center was a polished dance floor. Along the length of the fourth wall was a long bar. Her heels clicked on the wood floor. Everyone in the place turned to look at them, the stunning young white woman with the meanest looking black man in town.
Sam led her to the bar. She sat on stool next to him. There were several young black men at the far end. Reflected in the mirror behind the bar were the booths. Since it was still early, most were empty. She counted three black couples and one white couple. She leaned forward to get a better view and gasped. The white couple were her neighbors. They lived on the next block. Mrs. Ramsey was president of the PTA. Her husband and Brian were in the same bowling league. It was obvious they’d recognized her. Quickly she half turned away from Sam.
“What you doin,” he growled.
She put her hand up to her face, “I’m sorry. There’s something in my eye,” she said.
“My fist be in your eye unless you fuckin warm up!”
Maureen hesitated, then placed her hand over his and tried to smile. In the mirror she saw that the Ramseys were making their way toward her. She felt her face grow hot as she turned toward them. Mrs. Ramsey forced a tight smile, “I thought it was you when you came in. I told George, ‘that can’t be Mrs. O’Donnel, can it?’” She glanced at Sam.
Maureen gestured toward Sam, “This…this is my friend, Sam.”
Sam glared at them and deliberately placed his arm around Maureen’s shoulder so that his hand rested on her breast. “What she say ain’t how it is. We more than fuckin friends.” His fingers squeezed her breast. “Tell them, baby. Tell these white folks,” he said
“He’s…he’s, ah, uh, we’re good friends, very good friends.”
“Lovers,” Sam said. He moved his hand to her bare thigh and stroked it as he stared at Mrs. Ramsey.
Maureen swallowed hard and nodded, “Yes lovers.” She looked toward the door. “Sam and me, we’re like he said…lovers,” she spoke just above a whisper.
George Ramsey frowned, “Where’s Brian?” he asked.
“At home,” Maureen said. “He’s at home with the children.”
“Yeah, and his wife’s here with me, and she’s hot ain’t you, babe?” His hand tightened on her leg.
Maureen nodded, “Yes, it’s like he said.”
Mrs. Ramsey stepped forward, her face just inches from Maureen’s, “You should be ashamed,” she hissed.
Sam pushed Maureen’s knees apart, spreading her legs so that the Ramseys could see she wasn’t wearing panties. Mr. Ramsey stared at her shaved crotch. Sam nodded at him, “You like that? You like lookin at my woman’s bald pussy?”
Mrs. Ramsey grabbed her husband’s arm and started toward the door. Sam called after them, “This here white pussy is only for the black man!” He poked Maureen, “Tell them,” he said. Before she could speak, they were out the door.
One of the black men down the bar yelled, “That right? This fine lookin white piece only for the brothers?”
Sam turned Maureen to face them. He lifted the letters on her necklace. The three men got off their stools and moved up to stand in front of Maureen. The couples in the booths stopped talking and looked toward the bar. The first of the young men introduced himself and his two friends, “This here’s Mufta, and that’s Rashid, and I’m Louis.”
Sam squeezed Maureen’s thigh, “These boys wants to know the meanin of your necklace.”
Maureen bowed her head, “The letters mean ‘White Woman For Blacks,’” she said softly.
Louis, the tallest of the men, looked at Sam’s hand on her bare thigh, then at the ankle bracelet. He squatted down and traced the letters, his fingers lightly trailing across her ankle. Looking up at her, he said, “You sure anxious for us to get the message, ain’t you?” He started to move his hand along the back of her calf.
Sam wagged a finger at him. “You can touch but you got to know she’s my woman.”
The oldest one called Mufta moved closer so that his face was only inches from Maureen’s. Without looking at Sam, he said, “What’s a good lookin bitch like you doin with an ugly old man like this?”
Sam reached around Maureen and grabbed him by the shirt, “I’ll tell you, motherfucker. She’s gonna suck my dick. She’s gonna fuck my dick. She’s gonna take my dick up her fine white ass!”
Mufta stepped back still staring at Maureen, “That right? You gonna do him like he say?”
Maureen looked directly at him, “Yes. I’m his woman. I give him what he wants. I do what he tells me.”
All three of the men laughed. Louis slapped Sam on the back, “You sure one lucky fucker,” he said. He sidled up next to Sam. “I don’t suppose you might consider a little rental deal?” He nodded in the direction of the rest rooms at the far end of the bar. Next to them was a third door with a blue light above it.
Sam chuckled, “Depends,” he said. “It’s possible.” All three of the men smiled knowingly. They moved back to where they’d been sitting.
A small band had assembled at the other end of the dance floor. More couples began to fill the booths. More single men arrived and sat at the bar. It was a mixed crowd but predominately black. Maureen saw that she was the only white woman with a black man. She noticed Sam was frowning. She had to find a way to persuade him to take her to a motel instead of back to her house. She edged closer to him, “Sam, honey, what’s wrong? What can I do to make you smile?” She rubbed her leg against his.
“I’m thinkin about what I done to get the money to pay for you and thinkin maybe I paid too fuckin much.”
She licked her lips and leaned forward so that her face was only inches from his, “I’ll
do what you want, Sam, just tell me.”
He turned away from her. “You see that blue light over that door by the men’s room?”
Maureen nodded, “Yes, I’ve been wondering if it’s an emergency exit.”
“Ain’t no exit. It’s a private little room what’s locked. Ten buck to the bartender gets the key but can’t stay more than fifteen minutes. Ain’t nothin inside but a big chair and another blue light.” He turned to face her. “Now you know what it’s for?”
She shook her head, “No, I don’t have any idea.”
“What a dumb white cunt you is! It’s like a glory hole room only there ain’t no wall between the guy whats gettin blowed and the woman blowin him. Most men gettin their cock sucked like to see the cocksucker, like her to be lookin up at him while she’s suckin.”
Maureen realized with a sickening dread where this was going. “Does everyone here know what the room is for?” she asked.
“Yeah, unless they here for the first time.” He glanced around the room. “Looks like nothin but regulars so far.”
“So when a woman goes into that room with a man everyone knows?”
“Yeah, everyone knows she’s gonna get on her knees and suck his dick.”
“And you want me to go there with you now?”
He shook his head in disgust, “You gonna be suckin my dick most of the night and in the morning too.” He grabbed her upper arms and turned her to face him. “I want you to put the make on each of them guys at the end of the bar. Tell them a hundred and fi
fty bucks for a blow job. I’ll pay the bartender for the key. You do them one at a time. Suck one, fix your make-up, come out lookin good, and get the next one.”
She bowed her head and whispered, “Please Sam, don’t make me do this. Not with
everyone watching and knowing.” She looked up at him. “Can’t we leave? I mean go to a motel, just you and me?” She placed her hand on top of his and squeezed it, “I’ll be
good, Sam. I mean I’ll make love to you. I’ll do whatever you want. Please, Sam!”
Instead of answering her, he spoke to the bartender. “Bring Mrs. O’Donnel a double martini and the key.” He gestured toward the door with the blue light and pushed a ten dollar bill across the bar. Maureen turned away from him and glanced at the front door. Sam grabbed her arm, “Don’t you get no fuckin funny ideas less you wants cut.”
When the bartender placed the drink in front of her, she tried to pick it up but her hand trembled so much she put it back down. After a few minutes she tried again and drank quickly. Sam watched her and nodded his head, “That’s right, get a little buzz goin. Think about how them black cocks is gonna taste.” She finished the drink. The bartender took a brass key out of the cash register and slid it toward Maureen. She stared down at it.
Sam leaned toward her, “Tell me what you is,” he said.
Not looking at him she said, “I’m a white woman for blacks.”
“That’s right. That’s what you is. Now tell me what you’re gonna do.”
She didn’t answer. Roughly Sam turned her toward him and held her face so that she had to look into his eyes, “Tell me, bitch,” he rasped angrily.
“I…I’m going to ask the three men at the end of the bar if they’ll let me…let me…suck them….suck their cocks.”
“But they gotta pay. A hundred and fifty each. You get the money up front.”
She felt light headed and dizzy. She nodded, “Yes, I’ll get the money first.”
“And what you gonna do with the money?”
“I’m going to give it to you.”
“That’s right.” He put the key in her hand.
As she walked toward the three men at the end of the bar, she tried not to notice most of the people in the place had stopped talking and were watching her. The only sound was the clicking of her heels on the floor. The three men had swung around on their bar stools to look at her as she approached. They knew what she was coming for and so did everyone else. Her face was flushed. She stood before them looking down at the floor. Her legs were shaking. She swallowed hard, holding back the tears.
The tall man named Louis was first to speak, “What you say your name was?” he asked.
“Mrs. O’Donnel, Maureen, Maureen O’Donnel,” she said still not looking up.
“What that you got in your hand?” Louis grinned at his two friends.
“It…it’s a key.”
“For what?”
“The room. The room with the blue light.”
Louis poked Rashid, “Why you bringin that key down here?”
Maureen hesitated. The place was absolutely silent. In a mumbled whisper she said, “It’s for you…for you to take me there.”
Louis pretended to be angry. In a loud voice he said, “Look up here and speak up! What the hell you gonna do for me in the blue room?”
She raised her eyes. All three men were grinning at her. “I…I’ll suck you.”
“Our cocks? You sayin you want to suck our cocks?”
“Yes.” She frowned hardly able to believe she was doing this. Her husband and children at home and she was standing here naked under her dress propositioning three black men in a bar, saying she would suck their cocks.
Louis winked at his companions, “For free?”
Flustered, Maureen quickly shook her head, “No…no. Sam said a hundred and fifty.”
“That’s for all three of us, right?”
“No. He said a hundred and fifty each.”
Mufta, the oldest of the three was short, crafty looking and wiry. He scowled at her, “That’s a lot of fuckin money for a goddamn blow job! How good is you?”
Maureen sensed that everyone was still listening. Her throat had gone dry. She bowed her head. “Good,” she said quietly, “I’m very good.”
Rashid nodded at his friends, “What exactly is it that you’re very good at, Mrs. O’Donnel?”
Maureen could feel her nipples stiffen and the tingling in her crotch, “Sucking,” she said. “I’m very good at sucking.”
Louis put his hands on her waist and drew her closer, “You suck your husband’s cock? You suck any white cock?” he asked.
“No. Not my husband’s. Just black. Just black men.”
“How come?”
Maureen looked up at them, “Please,” she said, her eyes tearing, “no more.”
“How come only black cock?” Louis repeated.
She knew what they wanted to hear. “Because black men make me hot. Because I love the…the taste and smell of black men…of…of their cocks.”
“Can’t get enough?” Mufta laughed.
“No, I can’t get enough, never enough.”
Louis pulled three fifty dollar bills out of his wallet and handed them to her. She gave him the key and followed him to the door with the blue light. It was a small room, not much bigger than a cubicle. There were blue lights behind the opaque ceiling. The room was dominated by a large leather chair. Behind it and across from it the walls were mirrored. On the floor was a thick carpet with a small pillow placed in front of the chair. Against the far wall were a sink and a toilet.
Louis locked the door behind him and sprawled out in the chair spreading his legs. Maureen was about to kneel before him but he held up his hand. “Not yet,” he said. “For a hundred and fifty I ought to get a little more than a blow job, don’t you think?”
Maureen nodded, “Yes, but I don’t…”
He cut her off, “You got a husband, right?”
The color rose to her cheeks. “Yes,” she said softly. “Yes a husband.”
“Where’s he now?”
“At home.”
He shook his head and looked up at her. She could see the disgust in his eyes. “And where’s that ugly old bastard you’re with takin you when you leave here?”
She was going to say ‘to a motel,’ but she told the truth instead, “We’re going back to my house.”
“Where your husband is? You takin that mean prick into your house? You takin him into your bed? You gonna fuck him right there?”
Maureen bowed her head and the tears spilled down her cheeks. “Yes,” she whispered. “I’m going to do all those things.”
“Why?”
She looked up at him and shook her head, “I don’t know why. I wish to God I did. It’s…it’s complicated, confusing. I don’t want to do it. I wish I could run out of here, but…but…there’s this other man, a black man named Travis and he...he.” She bowed her head again. “I’m his woman. I belong to him.”
“Well just walk the fuck away.”
“I can’t. I really can’t.”
“You mean you don’t want to?”
She nodded, “Yes, it’s both. I can’t and…and I don’t want to.”
He leaned forward, “I’m not a very good husband or the best fuckin father in the world, but I’m a hellava lot better than you.” He stood up and handed her the key. “I don’t want your mouth on my prick.” He turned at the door. “Keep the fuckin money. Them other two guys is single. They don’t give a shit what kind of slut sucks their cocks!” Maureen had fallen to her knees. She was holding her head between her hands and sobbing. Louis took a step back into the room. “Fix your face and get on out there,” he said.
After several minutes, Maureen gathered herself together. She forced herself to disregard Louis’s words. Instead, she remembered what she’d been thinking as he berated her. She’d imagined his cock, long and hard. How it would fill her mouth; the hot jets of his cum. She wanted him
and he’d refused her. This ordinary looking black man had refused a beautiful young white woman who wanted him to take her!
She wiped her face clean and carefully reapplied her make-up. When she opened the door everyone looked at her. She noticed Louis wasn’t at the bar with the other two men. When she joined them they appraised her for a few moments. Rashid handed her a martini. “Louis bought you a drink. Said you was real hot.” He smiled. “Said he had to get on home to the wife and kids.” He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close. “You got nice puffy lips, all red and wet.” He whispered in her ear. “You gonna kiss my balls?”
She sipped her drink before answering him. “Yes, if that’s what you want.”
“And suck my dick?” He moved his hand up from her waist to her breast.
Mufta had stepped closer. She felt his long fingernails trailing up the back of her thigh. She knew both men could see her stiff nipples under the thin cotton dress. She put her mouth next to Rashid’s ear and whispered, “Yes, I’ll suck your dick. I’ll suck it for a long time.” She handed him the key.
Less than ten minutes after they’d closed the door to the blue room, Rashid was back. Mufta laughed out loud pointing at his friend, “Goddamn man! I always knowed you was a quick cummer but never knowed you to be that quick!”
Rashid shrugged and smiled. “I ain’t never had a white woman before.”
“ I ain’t never had one either. Is she good?”
“She’s damn good.” Rashid ordered a drink. “Damn good,” he repeated. “She’s hot for it. I mean suckin black dick makes her fuckin hot.”
The door opened and Maureen crossed to them. She felt a bit unsteady. After she’d put on fresh lipstick and gloss, she’d wiped her pussy with a Kleenex. It had been dripping wet. Of the three men, Mufta was the least attractive; small and scrawny. She guessed he was in his forties and probably on drugs. He acted hyper; jumpy, excitable. His nose and lips were thin. His bright eyes were small and mean. He indicated she was to sit on the bar stool next to him.
“I guess you is mine now,” he said as he placed the money in her hand. Rashid asked if she wanted another drink, but she refused. She turned toward Mufta, “Yes, for a little while I’m yours.”
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