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You go online, turns to be black ownedThe cursor blinked on the lap-top screen. Georgia took a deep breath and waited. She still wasn’t sure that she shouldn’t just close the lid of the machine or even simply break the connection. She wasn’t worried about anyone catching her doing this but she knew that it was massively out of character with her previous 35 years on the planet. On the other hand she could feel the impact that the flashing cursor was having on her. Her heart was beating almost out of her chest, her breathing was quick and her whole attention was focused on that tiny area of screen. She was excited and it seemed an age since that had been true.She forced herself to look away and up to the clock mounted on the wall. The minute hand eased around to indicate eight PM and almost at that moment the first text message appeared.M: “Here we are – talking. Just like you requested. So tell me what brings you here.”G: “I heard about what you do and it intrigued me,”M: “Where did you hear about us and what we do? We don’t exactly advertise.”G: “I got a referral to you on a website chat zone and when I followed it up the guys at a reddit sub-thread pointed me to your e-mail I mailed and here we are.”M: “You realise most on that thread are just white boys getting a cheap thrill don’t you.”G: “I guessed that from what some of them wrote. But how do you know which thread I mean?”M: “I don’t – it’s true of all of them.”G: “Well I don’t know who YOU are after all – you are just words appearing on my screen.”M: “That’s very true. We’ll be addressing it in due time. First, what do you know about what we do here?”G: “It’s called ‘the Game’ and isn’t it a challenge to spice up life? Is that right?”M: “So far as it goes. Does your life need spicing up?”G: “Oh God yes!”M: “Well then we may have some business to do together if tonight’s conversation goes well. You want to know about the game – well it can be a naughty little diversion or the most serious thing you’ve ever done in your life. You will decide that as you decide whether and how far to progress.”G: “OK. Tell me more.”M: “I am the Master of ‘the game’ and you will call me sir until you have earned the right to call me by name. Got that?”G: “Yes sir.”M: “Good. At each stage of the game I will issue a challenge which it will be for you to fulfil and to prove that you have fulfilled. Once you have asked for a challenge you WILL be expected to perform it.”G: “What if I don’t?”M: “There will be consequences. At first it just means expulsion from the game – with no second chances and no right of appeal. Later, as my investment of time and interest in you has grown, the consequences could be more serious.”G: “I’m not sure about that.”M: “They will not involve physical harm – I will pledge that. Remember you can always withdraw from ‘the game’ simply by not asking for another challenge after you have fulfilled one. When you ask for a new challenge you commit yourself to play. If you chose not to request a further challenge then no harm and no foul.”G: “I’m still not sure.”M: “There is no game if there is no risk, no consequences. You want to break the humdrum boredom you feel – something easy can’t achieve that.”G: “Perhaps.”M: “There is no compulsion. It is for you to decide whether to play.”G: “How do I play?”M: “You want your first challenge?”G: “I think so.”M: “Not good enough. You need to ask appropriately.”G: “May I please have a challenge sir.”M: “That’s more like it. So let’s get down to basics. I will send you specs to set up your system for ease of communication. You’ll need a private space to operate and a good quality webcam. I’ll send you a link to our preferred version of Skype. Then we’ll meet to talk properly next Thursday at 8 PM if you have fulfilled your challenge.”G: “Which is?”M: “Very easy but a very necessary proof of eligibility and commitment. I need two images. The first a full-length photo – clothed is fine. Then I need a close-up of your face with you holding your photo ID next to it. Send them to me by e-mail before next Thursday at 8 PM and you’ll have begun to play.”V: “I see – I don’t like the idea of sending you my ID. Is that really necessary?”M: “You are right to be cautious – though caution may have to be discarded if you progress far enough. For the moment all you need to know is that you must fulfil my instruction and complete my challenge if you are to proceed. You have until Thursday to check my bona fides at that website chat zone you mentioned. Ask one or two of the verified members over there about us. You’ll soon find out we don’t play games – except ‘The Game’ of course. Until Thursday…”V: “Hey, wait, what do I win if I beat the game?”M: “You can’t beat the game but the game will bring its own rewards. Until next week…”The connection closed.How It Came To BeGeorgia Johnson scrolled back up her screen and then quickly read through their whole conversation again. Her heart was beating, her skin was prickling and her mind was racing – she felt so ALIVE!Georgia shook her head. It was ridiculous – she felt like a love-sick teenager and she knew from experience how dangerous THAT particular feeling could be.She had grown up way down in the deep South of the country in a good Christian household and had gone to a decent school. She’d had no siblings but she had a cousin who was 8 years younger than her and who she’d helped raise almost from the start.Which turned out to have been useful experience. When the hormones had started to rage and young love had come a-calling then Georgia had found it irresistible. Which proved a rather large problem since the two of them had only received ‘abstinence-only’ sex education. Love, lust and desire in two teenage minds had no problem overwhelming one little prohibition and massive mutual ignorance of human reproduction led to Georgia getting a crash course in it of the most personal kind.She had been young, MUCH too young. In some states or European countries someone could have gone to prison. To be fair, though, her boyfriend had been just as young and just as stupid as her. In their state no-one got arrested but a prospective father-in-law could turn up on a doorstep with his pump-action and/or horse-whip as seemed appropriate.One thing was for sure the A-word was most definitely NOT an option. You made you bed and then you had to lay in it – as her Mom had said. Her parents had been disappointed for a time but heck hadn’t they raised her to be a good Christian wife and mother. She’d just got there a little earlier than they had expected.As it was, young Buchanan had manned up and married her without any coercion. He was a decent boy and he’d tried to be a good husband to her and a good father to little Charlotte when she came along. Her Mom had helped raise the girl while Georgia finished her schooling but of course College was off the board for her.The problem, in the long run, was that who you love at fifteen may not be the one you love at twenty, let alone at thirty. She and Buchanan had kept civil and kept friends and kept together long after any love or passion had burned out. They hadn’t really been man and wife instead they had been friends who lived together to fulfil their role as parents to Charlotte.Georgia glanced at the photo on the back-wall of her study. She couldn’t regret how her life had turned out – not when she looked at that image of her daughter. She had grown into a smart and beautiful young woman. She’d started pre-med at college and she was a young lady who could decide what she wanted from life and then reach out and take it. Georgia knew that she and Buchanan had done a great job in raising their only c***d – despite that unfortunate start.But that was just the problem. They had done their job and their reason to stay together ended when Charli went up to college. There was no acrimony or jealousy. They had been very civilised about it. Buchanan recognised that she had sacrificed many of her career opportunities while he had been able to pursue his. He had gone into his family timber business and fortunately they had been able to agree a respectable settlement for her and, much more importantly, a college fund for their daughter.No, she could not complain about her husband, her ex-husband she should say now. He had even waited until they had agreed to separate before beginning his new relationship. How long had he waited to do that? He was a good and decent man – he just hadn’t been her lover in any real sense for more than ten years.Once Charli had gone to school Georgia had been able to take up a part-time course at Community College and had got along well. It had been bitter-sweet as she realised how much she loved learning and the process of education. Sometimes she wondered if it would all have been wasted on her if she had gone to college at eighteen. Would she have really appreciated it?Now she was an administrator at their local school and since September she was alone. She didn’t have to look after anybody, she didn’t have to please anybody, except herself. She was amazed to suddenly have so much free time. What was that saying about the Devil finding work for idle hands?She had enrolled in dance classes and taken out a gym membership but there was only so much time you could spend on that. Being a teen mom was not the best route to a beautiful body but she had always tried her best to keep in shape. She took a little satisfaction in observing many of the women around her. They might have had the start on her but now she had a lot of them beat! It had still come as a shock to her, however, when she realised that, without a husband or daughter in tow, she could attract some male attention. It gave her a little thrill to be appreciated but there was a problem.To go further meant dating and dating was something she had never really done. It was also the case that the men she attracted seemed not to do much for HER. She didn’t need a life-partner; she needed desire, she needed passion, she needed to NEED a man and for him to NEED her. None of the men at the Gym or in town seemed likely to give her that. Well that wasn’t exactly true – there were men she felt desire for. But obviously they were out of the question…She had gone to the hair salon and idly picked up a magazine while she waited for the mysterious arts of her stylist to work their magic. Inside there had been a two-page spread on an actor who had performed the almost unknown feat of crossing over from the world of, well you know, ‘blue movies.’ He had a few years on her but he had a strong physique, handsome regular features and a winning smile. You could see how he looked good on a movie screen – he was magnificently tall, dark and handsome. Actually he was very dark, about as African as African-Americans got.Georgia suddenly realised that she was staring at the magazine and wasn’t sure how long she’d been doing it. She closed the publication quickly and had a subtle check around her. No – no-one seemed to have noticed. Taking too much interest in the wrong sort of man wouldn’t have gone down well where she grew up and, liberal college town or not, she’s wasn’t sure how it would go down round here. She sneaked another peak and began reading the article…”He’s a big old hunk of a man, ain’t he,” said Darcy her stylist, “shame he’s Black really. He was in that movie last summer. Pretty good actor considering where he came from.” She giggled.Georgia closed the magazine and laughed along with her. It seemed the safest option. However, she tucked the name of the actor and that website the article mentioned away in her memory.Apart from her one momentous early lapse Georgia had always been a ‘good girl’. However, it had been creeping into her mind recently that perhaps she had been TOO good, TOO safe. There was a danger that the years could just drift by and her life drift right along by with them. She was determined that wasn’t going to happen. She needed to step out of her safe zone and experience life.That evening she did what she’d never even thought of doing before. She looked up the actor on the internet and switched the ‘safe search’ off. The result was, it seemed, thousands of pictures of the star, most of them displaying the proof that he was indeed ‘a big old hunk of a man.’ It was also clear that, as you might expect in one of his original profession, he was extremely gifted in one certain department.’Oh my gosh’, thought Georgia. ‘How can he even get that thing hard?’ It didn’t take much research to find that the actor seemed to have no difficulty doing just that with a bewildering array of female co-stars of varying ages, races and nationalities. Georgia soon found a video clip – presumably advertising longer movies for purchase elsewhere. Jackson Hammer was fucking, she almost blushed at thinking such a word but it was the only possible one to use. He wasn’t ‘sleeping with’ or ‘making love to’ the young blonde woman. No, he was fucking her and he was fucking her with real intent.Georgia watched the five-minute clip with rapt attention but also a feeling of unease. She saw the big Black cock pull out of the girl and then shower her with six strong streams of semen. Georgia’s eyes widened as she saw just how much was shot over the girl’s face and breasts. What a mess! But it wasn’t the mess that made her uneasy. It suddenly came to her that the girl on screen had a similar hair style and body type to Charli and couldn’t be much older than eighteen. Thinking of her daughter being with a big virile Black stud wasn’t something that Georgia needed to contemplate.She soon found another clip – just a little longer. This time Jackson was romancing an older woman, one perhaps only a year or two younger that Georgia herself. Now that was more like it! Jackson kissed the woman’s hand and handed her a rose. Then he rose from their restaurant table and speechlessly invited her to follow him. The image dissolved in a cut and Georgia pressed the pause button.She had an idea what was coming next and she decided to enjoy it fully. She stood up and took off her slacks before easing down her panties. She had known that what she was watching was having an effect but she was still surprised by the state of her sex. It was wet and ready. Poor old Buchannan would have had to work on her for hours to get her half as ready for sex! But then Jackson Hammer had several advantages over her ex-husband!Georgia knew what she wanted to see when she clicked the play button and it just so happened that she wasn’t disappointed. A very large and very hard Black cock was lined up ready to enter a neatly trimmed pink pussy. Georgia’s hand found her own sex and pleasured it as she watched the Black man penetrate his co-star and then set a steady rhythmn.Georgia’s fingers worked in and out of her body as she watched Jackson take his partner in a number of different positions. She gave a little moan of, “Cum for me Jackson,” almost before she realised it. She wanted to see that big cock shoot its load again. This time, however, Jackson didn’t pull out. Instead he gave a few more powerful stokes and then collapsed onto his partner, his lips finding those of the white woman. After a long kiss Jackson disengaged and the camera moved in to capture his seed starting to flow from a well-used white pussy.”You gonna take that home to your husband,” Jackson asked his co-star.Georgia turned the video off with one hand and closed her eyes as she steadily brought herself to a nice little climax while contemplating sneaking out of her home to a sexual rendezvous with a man looking very like a certain cross-over African-American porn star!Almost as soon as she came Georgia began to analyse what had happened. She knew that she had most definitely got turned on and she also knew why. It didn’t come as a complete surprise to her – she’d known how attractive she found some Black men for a long time. Some African-American men just had ‘it’, sex appeal, raw presence, call it what you liked. She’d always known that.Coming from where she did, the Deepest of the Deep South, if a white girl was unfortunate enough to think that way then she had better keep it to herself. Which she did – helped in a funny way by being a mom and married so young. There’d been no time for idle musings on the sexual potency of a dark-skinned African-American. Just occasionally a picture of a sports star or movie actor or musician would trigger her interest but that had been as far as it went. She’d been too busy to do anything about it even if she’d dared.But she wasn’t in the Deep South any more. When she’d separated from Buchanan she’d found a job across the country. It just seemed best to make a clean break and it took her near to where her daughter had won a scholarship, but not so close as to cramp her daughter’s freedom. Her new home had still been on the losing side in the War between the States and it could still have its hairy moments but it seemed an awful lot more relaxed up here, especially in what was basically a big college town.And she wasn’t short of time any more. In fact she was exactly the opposite. Once the rush of moving and getting settled into her new job had passed she found she had quite a bit of spare time. She’d made a few friends but not so many as to keep her busy. Charli came back to stay a weekend every month but that only really impacted on those couple of days. You could only go to the gym or dance classes so much – especially once you’d got yourself looking pretty good for a Mom half way through her thirties.She needed a hobby, no not a hobby. Was it a distraction she needed – no, that wasn’t right either. She needed a ‘pursuit.’ Yes, that was it. Something to keep her interested and feeling alive. Or was it just a man she needed?Almost involuntarily Georgia thought of the magazine article. He’d do just fine as a bit of a distraction! Maybe not just him though – what about that website the article had mentioned.The website wasn’t particularly pornographic – at least not on the surface. It had pictures of what her parents would have called ‘mixed couples’ of all races and varieties and some of them were nude or semi-nude but that was as far as it went. The website seemed to basically be a place for people interested in the interracial side of erotica.There were articles, images, stories and forums. Over the next couple of weeks Georgia would come home from work, eat her meal and then immerse herself in the site. She’d gone to the forum at first but found it disappointing. Most of the threads were dead or pretty uninteresting. There were thread titles that intrigued her and posting stats suggested they were pretty active. However, they all had the same marker. ‘Entrance restricted to verified registered members only.’ That was frustrating but at least she could enter the stories section.She read voraciously and picked up on the various themes of interracial erotica. There were genuine romances – they were OK but if she wanted a Harlequin romance then she could go to Amazon! The biggest category seemed to be ‘cuckold’ stories. She found them a little surprising. Her husband, despite his background, had not been a prejudiced man. However, she somehow doubted he would ever have licked her black lover’s seed from her fertile pussy. In fact the very idea almost had her die laughing!A lot of the stories were pretty short and it didn’t take a genius to work out that they lasted only long enough for a man, she suspected a white man, to get off. But then there were the longer stories, the ones that she liked, the ones she spent almost two weeks worth of evenings reading late into the night. They were the stories with cheating wives or divorcees or widows who went in search of a Black lover or who found themselves seduced by the Black man. It wouldn’t be true to say that she masturbated furiously to every sentance but she found a good story could give her a pleasant glow and some ‘food for thought.’ Some of the things that she liked came as a bit of a surprise but the body doesn’t lie.Then one evening she came to the end of the story section. She thought about searching for more but already the desire to move forward had grasped her. She needed to talk to people in the lifestyle and that meant she needed to be verified.Getting registered seemed pretty simple. But to be verified you had to submit a photograph holding a sign with your user name, the website’s name and the day’s date. Georgia thought about it. What if someone recognised her? You heard some grim stories of people foolish enough to put their images out there. She’d have to think about it.Temptation is a powerful thing. Two evenings later Georgia was back on the site and looking closely at the rules. She’d join on her own terms and if they verified her that was great – if not then at least she’d got a nice little collection of reading matter out of it all!Georgia set up her phone and then carefully stuck a sheet of paper onto her face at her upper lip. She held a second sheet up just above her eye-line and then triggered the camera. It didn’t quite come out right but after another couple of efforts she got what she wanted.The top sheet had her user-name, ‘GinC4fun’ then you could see two delicate brown eye-brows above a pair of intelligent brown eyes. Then came a beautifully-proportioned nose which was just the right side of being sharp and below that the second sheet with the date and website name on it. Since she knew she was cheating a little and had to prove her gender Georgia had taken off her blouse and so below that second sheet was her bra – nothing too racy but still showing off her 32Cs to fine effect. It was the first time she’d ever done anything so daring but it felt right to give the guys a bit of a treat. Who knows maybe some female members would like it too!Georgia only paused momentarily before submitting the photo. She knew from the rules that it would be the avatar used in any post she made on the forum but she didn’t care. Anyone who could recognise her from that photo would have to be psychic but strangely she thought it really captured how she was feeling. Excited but a little scared too.***A day later she got an e-mail confirming her verification. She rushed onto the forum and spent a long time wading through a lot of crap but also finding some interesting stuff. There seemed to be about 5,000 messages from ‘Bulls’ or ‘BBCs’ advertising their services. That was all very well but she wasn’t going there at the moment.There was also a strong suggestion that she’d put MUCH too much effort into her verification photo. There were some pretty obvious faked ones on the forum and every one seemed to belong to a white male claiming to be a girl. Very curious! Very annoying!!Her favourite was the chat-room. Once she spotted the fakes – which took about 10 seconds on average – she identified a few genuine chatters and they invited her to a sub-chat. She gave out a little info – but only a little – and found people were very friendly. She tried a little ‘dirty private posting’ with a couple of the guys and that was fun. However, it was the next day when things really kicked up a notch.When she logged on at the site a message immediately flashed up.’GinC4fun. We liked your verification pic! So did our friends who run a little activity they call ‘the Game’. They’d like to invite you to participate. You can ask about it on a couple of forum threads or on this link. If you are interested then let us know.’The link turned out to be to a reddit sub-thread made up almost entirely of people applying to participate in ‘the Game’ and being told it was invitation-only. Then about every hundred posts there was one from a purported white woman that might have been genuine.’If you are lucky enough to be invited then go for it – it’s amazing.”It’s early days but it seems to be the genuine article. I can’t believe I was lucky enough to be invited.”OMG, that was intense. I’ve just had to quit because it was getting seriously addictive and I didn’t know how far I might go. It’s not something I regret but be careful girls.”I never knew what they meant about the game being its own reward but I do now.”It’s my 40th today and that means I’ll never be able to take up that invitation. I love my husband and k**s and couldn’t risk damaging our family but today I’m feeling real regret.’Back on the chat her virtual friend Soph was pretty open. ‘ I only joined the site in my 40s so I was never going to be invited but I’d have joined in a heart-beat. I know a couple of girls who played for a while and they said it was a rush. It might be just the thing for you.’So Georgia thought about it for a few days and then accepted her invitation to ‘the Game’.Getting Started.Which brings us back to that first requirement. Georgia was well aware that hiding behind pieces of paper wouldn’t be acceptable with her Master. No, she’d have to be out and in the open. But, on the other hand, this wasn’t for a public web-site. She’d done plenty of searching and found little or nothing on the internet about ‘the game’ except that one sub-reddit and a few threads on various forums which mainly consisted of rumours or speculation about what it all entailed and who might be behind it. That and numerous white men offering their wives as participants, of course. Georgia already knew enough to doubt that most even had a wife to offer!She went to her mirror and looked at herself. She was almost 36 years old and it was pretty clear that she wasn’t a teenager. However, her face which had always been a little angular as a youngster was growing into its years well. Her nose and the little point of her chin no longer dominated her look and instead just gave her face that bit of character. Buchanan had always reckoned her eyes were her best quality and she was minded to agree. They were expressive eyes, a deep brown which matched her hair and contrasted with her pale skin.Georgia contemplated make-up and decided to go with the minimum, a little lip-stick. They had invited her and sooner or later they’d see her when she wasn’t hiding behind the best artifices of the cosmetic industry. She was who she was and if they didn’t go for that then best they knew right soon!She took the photo – carefully placing a finger over her address on her Driving License ID. Then she took a photo of herself in her full-length mirror – all 5’4″ in her stocking feet and the outfit she’d work to work. Again they’d have to take her as she was eventually so they’d best get used to the fact that she wasn’t a big-breasted blonde teenager.Georgia really thought that once they saw her in full, so to speak, then they’d make their excuses and brush her off. But it didn’t work out that way…***The Master’s technical requirements had forced Georgia to invest in a new lap-top as well as a mic and a web-cam. Happily the young guy in the shop had copied all her old files onto the new machine. He’d even offered to take her old one in part-exchange but Georgia chose to keep it. It was still in working order, just a little old, and you never knew when it might come in handy.Georgia sent her two pictures to the Master’s e-mail and that evening got a link to a skype download which would be her connection to the game. Then she had only to wait for Thursday evening to come around. ‘Only to wait’ – easier said than done. At work it wasn’t so bad but in her free time she was consumed with curiosity and impatience.Finally, like a glacier flowing down a mountain side, the time crawled round to her appointment with the Master and 8 PM on Thursday found Georgia nervously waiting in front of her cam. Then the notification came and they were connected.”Thank you for the photos, Georgia. It’s good to see you on cam too – so much less easy to fake. I’d been trying to fill in the gaps in your verification pic and I have to say I’d under-estimated quite how suitable you are to participate.””Suitable?” asked Georgia, still reeling from hearing the voice of the Master. It was rich and warm and deep – even coming through her laptop speaker. She looked at the image on her screen and it took a few seconds to realise that she was looking at a hand, an unmistakably male hand with skin of that dark almost purple Black which was shared by some peoples of West Africa and their Diaspora.”Our participants require a considerable investment of time and energy both on their part and ours. We don’t have the time to waste on those who do not meet our requirements. We could have a thousand going through the program now if we lowered our standards but that is not what we are here for. We want to deal only with the best.””That’s very flattering of you…”The man’s voice cut her off. “I didn’t flatter you – and I won’t. If you perform well I will praise you and if you fuck up then I’ll tell you that too. Fuck up bad enough and I’ll kick your ass to the curb, no matter how fuckable your sweet little white ass is. Got that?”Georgia felt the warmth in her face and hoped the man couldn’t see that she was blushing.”I’ll explain it to you.” The man’s voice was sounding through her little study again. “I’m guessing you’ve made a careful study of the attractions of the Black man if you’ve ended up here. What sort of Black man do you prefer?””Er, well, how do you mean?””Ah, Georgia, I forgot how fresh you are to the lifestyle. Don’t worry – fresh is real good. Gonna send you ten sets of two pictures each. You’ll have two seconds on each to click one and express a preference. I don’t want you thinking about it because I want you choosing on instinct, understand?””Yes,” agreed Georgia and then remembered something he had typed the previous week and added, “Yes, sir.” There was a chuckle through her speakers. He seemed to like that.Then the pictures started to arrive and Georgia made a snap decision and clicked on each. She hadn’t really the time to examine them carefully, especially the last two or three, so she had to act on instantaneous impulse as she moved her cursor to click the best photo while always being aware of the timer bar racing across her screen. It seemed to move a little faster with each passing pair. Finally, the tenth pair of pictures vanished and Georgia waited for a response.”Interesting,” said the man. “Seems my little Dixie chick likes plain chocolate rather than milk. Chose the darker-skinned brotha ten out of ten times.””I do like a dark-skinned man but it’s not as simple as that,” protested Georgia.”Oh no?” said her Master, “Let’s go through them again but slower this time.” This time Georgia had time to really take in the images. The first seven were pairs of handsome African-Americans where one was always a good few shades darker. She couldn’t argue with her choices – she certainly did fancy the darker man in each case more. It was the last three sets of pictures where things got ‘interesting’.The first showed a handsome young man in a muscle shirt on the right, the muscles of his arms bulging his light brown skin. On the left was a man at least thirty years his senior with grey hair and a beer belly. However, his skin was wonderfully dark and his facial expression exuded confidence. Georgia knew she’d picked left and had to admit she didn’t regret it. The one on the left looked like an experienced man who knew how to please a woman – the other one was just a young lad.But then the next set almost had the roles reversed. On the right was a masterful young man looking at her with an expression of power. He also wore a shirt designed to show off his time in the gym. But what had seemed vainglorious before now just looked natural. This man looked real good and Georgia’s eyes drank in the hard muscles of his arms with their dark skin barely showing the patterns tattooed there. On the other side was a lighter-skinned man of about thirty. She barely even bothered to glance at him. Once again she had no problem re-affirming her previous choice.Then came the final pair. On the left was a man standing in front of a Ferrari. He wore an immaculate Italian silk suit and he was undoubtedly a man of power. This was a successful man, a man of prestige and confidence. He was attractive too – even though she guessed he probably only had one Black grand-parent. On the right was a man similar in age and in his air of confidence but in other ways so very different. He was stood outside a building marked heavily with gang tags and his own tattoos and clothing clearly identified him as a man of the street. This was a man who lived by his wits and who knew how to get what he wanted. There was a wonderful power radiating from him and he was coal-Black and Georgia knew she would pick him over the businessman in a New York minute. When it came down to it this wasn’t about a man’s social status or his age or any of that other crap – it was about the reaction they conjured up in her brain and in her body. She clicked the gangsta’s pic.”Like I said – my new girl likes her men as dark as she can get ’em.” He gestured his hand, with its own dark skin, at the camera. “Not that I’d be complaining you understand. But it proves my point. You desire your opposite. Not true of all our players of the game but true of most. You are White so you want Black and as Black as possible. You a real lady so you want your man to be a real man, confident and decisive and powerful. You from safe leafy suburbia so you got an attraction for the mean streets, or at least for the men that can operate there.””I’m not quite buying that but I understand what you’re trying to say.””Have it your way for the time being but you must understand the same can apply for Black guys. There’ are plenty of Black men who love that pale skin of yours, who cherish those European facial features. They live their whole lives dreaming of having a classy woman like you.”Georgia could feel herself blushing again and wondered if it came over on the video link.”Of course there’s also plenty of Black men with a White boss or landlord or parole officer who likes lording it over them. So you might represent that boss, or that boss’ wife, to them. They’d be real eager to fuck you hard and put you away wet.”Georgia still couldn’t really say anything. But she wondered if what he was saying was true. She was just a normal suburban housewife in ‘real life’. If she played ‘the game’ would she really have so many men desiring her, lusting for her, wanting to take her and make her their own? Could that really be true?A chuckle sounded over the speakers – it seemed the Master had liked the fact his words had sent her deep in thought. “Well, like I say, we’ll see how things progress with you. Tonight been what you expected?””No, I kind of thought I’d get to see…”.”Oh, well if that’s what you want then you gotta learn that you don’t get no freebies from the Black man. You will be expected to earn any attention you get. Me, I got a real thing for girls from the South. I’m seeing them legs that look like a dancer’s legs and I’m thinking how much I’d like to see you out of them clothes. You catching my drift?”She certainly was and she didn’t hesitate. To see what she wanted to see she would have to pay the price and it seemed a fair one. She had an idea it might even be a pleasant one to pay. She stood up and adjusted her web-cam to show herself properly. “Oh,” she remembered, “I need some music.”The Black hand on her computer screen moved and through her own speakers came a beat – a little distorted but easily recognisable. She couldn’t have told you who the artist was or what the song was called – she’d never been an expert in ‘urban music’ – but it had a heavy beat and would be easy to dance to.Georgia began to sway her body in time to the beat and closed her eyes. Somehow it seemed easier to do this if she was in her own world. Her fingers found the buttons of he blouse and undid them one by one. Then she shucked the garment off and moved her hands down to unfasten and then pull off her slacks. She was down to her bra, panties and socks now. She suddenly had a horrible thought – what if he’d been disappointed and had cut the connection?She turned around so that she faced away from her lap-top screen and only then did she open her eyes. She didn’t want to bend over with her eyes closed and fall on her ass! She bent over and raised each leg in turn to remove her socks.”Hhhhmmmmm,” came from the speaker. So he hadn’t disconnected and he seemed to be enjoying the show. Perhaps he had a sock fetish? She giggled at the idea and then realised in this position what he would be seeing on his screen. He probably couldn’t see her feet but he could most definitely, front and center, see her butt.Georgia gave her rear a little wiggle. “THASS what I’m talking about,” came from the speaker. Georgia grinned and decided to play with him a little. She hooked her fingers in the waist-band of her panties and eased them half way over her buttocks before pulling them back up. She was rewarded with another deep chuckle from the speakers. “Girl, you play with me like that and I’d spank that fine white ass for you.”Georgia took the hint and this time she eased her panties down before stepping out of them. She unhooked her bra and then paused. It couldn’t have taken a couple of minutes to get naked but her heart was racing with excitement. She took a deep breath and then turned round.Her eyes found the video-link window on her screen and she gasped. Where there had previously been a dark-skinned hand there was now a penis, no it wasn’t a penis it was a cock. Black and long and hard. She gasped and then steadied herself – this was what she’d done her little dance to see of course. It’s just that she hadn’t quite expected it to be so, how would you say it, ‘ready for action’. She’d heard about body language but she’d never recognised it so clearly as now. Men could be lying bastards and they’d flatter you all day to get what they wanted. Sometimes communication without words was much more to be trusted. Well, she could only see one part of his body but that part was very impressive and it was shouting, ‘I NEED TO FUCK YOU.’ It was raw lust for her body and it made Georgia feel good, REAL good.A Black hand wrapped itself round the solid shaft of meat and began slowly to ease up and down it. “Care to join me?” came out of the speakers.Georgia Johnson, after her difficult start, had always been a respectable wife and mother, a ‘good girl’. Now, though, she knew just what she wanted to do. She wanted to show this man, this stranger, just how turned on she felt. She went and sat in her big office chair and adjusted the webcam to show herself clearly again. She eased back in the chair and hooked one leg up and rested a foot on the seat before doing the same with the other. Now she was as exposed as she could be for him, this man whose name she didn’t know. Her fingers soon found her most private parts and she began to shamelessly masturbate for him, to show him how much she wanted him.But, for this man, it wasn’t enough. Her Master wanted more. “You all hot and bothered, baby. What’s up – you never seen a real man’s cock before? Tell me what you thinking about girl.”Georgia was happy to play along. “I’m looking at that beautiful dick – thinking how much better and more powerful it looks than my poor little white husband’s.”Her master chuckled again. “Nearly right – but remember little White boys have dicks or penises. This is a BBC – a Big Black Cock. What else you thinking?””Thinking how much I’d like to feel its weight and hardness in my hand, to taste it in my mouth, and to have it … you know…” she guessed she was doing well because the Black hand was moving steadily faster up and down the ebony shaft.””Where you want it – you gotta say, nice and clear.””In my vagina.””That’s for doctors – what you got there is a cute little white pussy. But by the time I’d finished with it it’d be a well-fucked cunt.”The brutality of the last word registered with Georgia. This was a man and a cock that she sensed could do just that – fuck her to a sated exhaustion. She gave a little groan at the thought. But she wouldn’t quite surrender to him so easily. “And when you were worn out could you introduce me to some cute friends?”This time the man laughed. “I like that – well my friends ain’t ‘cute’ necessarily but they all Black and with what you need.” He gestured his cock at the camera while he continued to wank it. “They all gonna want to meet you and tap that perfect white ass.”The two of them mutually masturbated until he finally spoke again.”I know what you wanna see next but you needs be up front about it.””I want to see you cum, Master,” said Georgia through gritted teeth as her fingers worked her pussy. “I want to see you cum for me.””If I was there where would you take it girl?””Wherever you like, sir, you could decide.”The chuckle came gain through the speakers. “Yeah, you got potential to be real good in this game. Guess I could come on those nice big MILF titties of yours … or I could come in your mouth so long as you promise not to spill a drop…””I won’t, Master, I promise,” wailed Georgia as her fingers worked her clit.”… or maybe I can think of something better? You on the pill girl?””No – so you’ll have to be careful,” she said warningly, though she had an idea what was coming next.”Yeah I’ll be careful – careful to plant my nigger seed just as deep in that fertile white pussy as I can. Get you raising a second, Black, family as soon as I can.”That was when it hit. The wave Georgia had felt swelling through her body for the last few minutes, fuelled by her hand and their dirty talk. At that moment it suddenly peaked, crested and broke. She wailed as the sensation coursed through every inch of her body. For a moment she forgot where she was but then she heard him.”Get ready, baby, its gonna all be for you.”That got her attention back to the screen just in time to see him cum. In turn, five ropes of thick white semen shot from the broad head of his cock and shot off camera. “Oh shit…” she heard him gasp.This time it was Georgia’s turn to giggle.”Shit, girl, you done stoked my fires a little bit too much. Gonna be all night cleaning up this mess. Maybe next time you better be here to help out?””Wouldn’t be no mess if I had been there – all that stuff would’ve been deep inside me.””If by ‘stuff’ you mean my potent black baby making juice then you’d be right – it’d all be coating your little white eggs as we speak.”Georgia felt the heat again – the heat of his lust for her, the primal need that he was expressing to fuck her. Not just to fuck her but to come in her and make her pregnant. It was crazy but she knew that if he was in her room right now he could have her and he could have her just as he wanted. Hot and heavy and ending with her cunt full of his seed. Just the thought send a second smaller wave of heat through her.She sensed he was watching her. “‘Bout half you girls stop when I talk about baby-making and tell me to try another line. Not you though. You got off on it. That’s real good. I think you gonna play ‘the game’ real well.”Georgia was getting herself back in hand now. She realised her hand was wet with her own cum and she tentatively sucked one finger clean.”Yeah, she looks all neat and demure but our Georgia’s got a liking for the nasty, ain’t she,” crowed her Master. “Gonna keep that in mind. For now lick the rest of them fingers while I give you some notes.””First, the pussy’s cute but it needs to be kept trimmed right back. Best thing is you shave it – maybe get some electrolysis. Niggas like their white pussy bare.””Second, dump those pants in the garbage. Like my bitches in skirts – don’t worry they don’t need to be short, at least not at first.””Last, while participating in ‘the game’ you don’t need them panties, cute and frilly as they may be. When a nigga puts his hand up your skirt he wants to feel skin not cloth. Makes for easier access if he needs to bust a nut and he’s short on time. Got all that?””Yes.”There was silence from the other end until she understood what he wanted.”Yes, sir.””You want to try your first real challenge in the game.””Yes sir,”So her Master told her what he expected her to do.The Other Side of Town”You want to go WHERE,” said Charli as she looked incredulously at her mother.He daughter had arrived that afternoon after driving two hours from her college in the capital. Georgia had been delighted to see her and rather less delighted to see the three big bags of dirty laundry stuffed into the back of her vehicle. Some things never changed!Charli had her college fund from her Dad, had won a couple of scholarships and was working part-time waiting tables which altogether meant she had a chance of getting out of college without being buried under a mountain of debt. However, that didn’t mean she had an excess of ready cash for living expenses and those little luxuries. So Georgia helped her out a little and when they took a shopping trip together Mom’s credit card helped with a few of those extras that made life sweet.”There must be ten other places nearer to us than Gainston and besides that mall is basically only used by…”Charli caught herself before she finished the sentance but Georgia still gave her a little frown. She and Buchannan hadn’t raised their c***d to be prejudiced and she hoped her daughter wasn’t going to buck the trend by becoming MORE narrow-minded and ignorant while going to college. She suddenly realised that her daughter was looking at her closely as though she expected her to say something.”That’s exactly it honey, I’ve been to all those other places tens of times and perhaps the fact Gainston caters to … er, a different demographic, might mean there’s something a little more interesting on offer there.”Her daughter looked at her again and then gave a little shrug and smile. “OK, Mom. Whatever you say.”***”Oh yeah that shade suits you real well,” said the beautiful young African-American girl as she finished work on Charli’s nails. This manicure was a very welcome break in the serious business of shopping – especially today given how Georgia was feeling.It had started almost as soon as they had arrived at the Gainston mall. You had to get used to male attention these days if you went anywhere with Charli. Georgia knew she might be a little biased but she was tremendously proud of her beautiful daughter. She was about three inches taller than her mother at 5’6″ and she had blonde hair like her father, which she wore long, as well as his deep blue-grey eyes. However, no-one would doubt seeing Georgia and Charli together that they were closely related. Charli had inherited her mother’s basic facial features and her naturally curvy figure.Her Master’s appreciation of her curvaceous rear end had come s a welcome surprise for Georgia – she’d always been a little self-concious about it. Well her daughter wasn’t far behind in that department and today that fact wasn’t being hidden by the fact Charli was wearing pants which were so tight they looked sprayed on. The daughter actually had her mother out-gunned in the cleavage department nowadays – a fact which her low-cut black top and strategically placed gold necklace made no attempt to hide. Add to that the long blonde hair flowing over the shoulders of her top and it wasn’t surprising that men took notice wherever Charli went.Except here they weren’t the same kind of men. Here, Georgia was immediately very well aware that the mall’s clientele were about 90% African-American with most of the rest made up of Hispanics and a few Asians. It struck her very fast and very hard that she and her daughter were very much the odd-ones-out here. Pretty soon she began to acclimatise but she felt sad at the knowledge that many people from minorities felt that way pretty much all the time.The next thing Georgia noticed was just how much male attention she and her daughter were getting. Because it wasn’t only Charli – pretty much every Black guy there that hadn’t got a woman with him to keep him in line seemed to be taking the opportunity to check HER out too. Which was pretty darned exciting – especially since she knew that she was naked under her long skirt. In fact, courtesy of some careful work with a razor the previous evening, only that skirt was hiding the fact that her pussy was bare in another way too.The Black girl was now getting to work on Georgia’s nails and Charli was getting impatient. “Maybe I should go try on those tops while you’re busy here Mom.”Georgia thought of her daughter alone and surrounded by hundreds of Black men. Her mommy instinct kicked in and she blurted out, “Are you sure that’s a good idea, honey?” She instantly regretted it when she saw her daughter’s look of disdain. Independence was very important for young women of her age.A Black woman, perhaps thirty years old, came across and offered some advice. “You got all the chain stores back in the mall proper. Just along here there are a couple of places that are independent. They get some good stock in – I know a lot of the girls round here prefer them ain’t that right Porsha.””Thass right,” said the younger black woman as she continued work on Georgia’s nails. “When I’m at college last thing I want is to be wearing the same as everyone else. Down there they get wild African prints and such, stuff from Asia, Eastern Europe, Japan, all over, something a little different you know.””Sounds good,” said Charli, “thanks, I’ll check them out. See you outside here at four, Mom.” Then she was off – having happily asserted her independence and even more happily secured possession of the maternal credit card!”Youngsters, eh,” chuckled the older African-American woman. “Don’t worry, Tish and Laraine who run those stores are good friends of mine and they will look after her. Besides I know this area ain’t too good but that’s why this mall has got REAL tight security. We might be a stone’s throw from the projects but the gangs and most other bad guys don’t get through the gates. Anyone who wants to start anything in here pretty soon gets an arm twisted behind their back and a police-issue boot kicking their raggedy ass out of here.”Georgia, relaxing, again thought of all the men that morning. She remembered how tongues had moistened lips, how eyes had peered over sun-glasses to catch a glimpse of them, how male heads had seemed to turn in their direction everywhere they had gone. That couldn’t have been all in her imagination could it? She was sure it hadn’t been and her body had begun reacting to all that perceived attention as the morning had rolled on.That was why she’d found this little feminine oasis and took refuge, She wasn’t getting a respite from the men, rather from the increasing evidence of her body’s reaction to them. Besides, this was where she needed to be if she was going to fulfil her challenge.The older Black woman was back now that her nails were done. “Can we help you any further?””I was thinking about having a change with my hair – perhaps some colour?”The woman thoughtfully looked at her. “I think your look suits you but I guess there’s always room for improvement. Any idea what shade you’d like?”Georgia flourished her bright red nails. “I’d like my hair to match these please.”The woman raised an eye-brow but then smiled and nodded. “Bit of a radical change but like the good book says, ‘We only young once so we best make it count.'”Georgia didn’t quite remember that from her Bible Studies classes but she appreciated that she still counted as ‘young’ and she followed the other woman into the hair salon.***A considerable time later and shortly before she was due to meet her daughter Georgia found herself in the small jewellery store next to the hair salon. “Hello, can I ask do you sell any hoop ear-rings?”The sales clerk stifled a smile as she waved at illegal bahis a display. “We carry a wide selection – in various materials, designs and sizes.Georgia pointed at a plain silver ring. “Those are nice – are they the largest that you do?”The corners of the clerk’s mouth twitched again but she was a true professional. “Simple and classic aren’t they? These are about an inch – we have up to 4 and three-quarter inch diameter rings in stock.”It turned out the largest rings had to be have been made for Grace Jones look-alikes. They sure didn’t look right on Georgia – but happily her instruction was to buy and wear ‘the largest hoop ear-rings she liked’ rather than ‘the largest hoop ear-rings in the store’. Georgia chose three and a half inch hoops but was nervous that they might not impress her Master. She asked the clerk’s opinion”Oh, these are statement hoops and they surely do make a statement…”***”Stop catching flies young lady,” ordered Georgia. Her daughter’s mouth was hanging open after Charli’s first sight of her mom’s new look.”You look amazing, Mom, so … different.””Thank you, I think! Maybe I felt that I needed a change – maybe I don’t want to always be a frumpy suburban house-wife.”Her daughter gave her a hug. “You never look frumpy, Mom, and you just startled me that’s all. I think you look great.”The two women shared a smile and then headed for the rest rooms. It would be a couple of hours drive home.Sending A MessageGeorgia tapped her foot a little as she checked the time on her phone. As soon as Charli finished her ‘comfort break’ then they could finally get started for home.”I’m liking the new look,” came a mellifluous voice behind her.”Pardon me,” Georgia said as she turned to see a young man smiling at her. He looked about her daughter’s age and was dressed in what seemed to be the uniform of the young African-American male.”We saw you earlier and I thought you looked hot then but now – damn now you’re like a firecracker.”Georgia took in the situation in an instant. The young man was good-looking and smiling. He certainly didn’t seem any sort of a threat. He was also being carefully watched by his four friends stood over by the next store-front. Maybe he’d been put up to it on a bet?”That new style really works for you and I never seen a woman look better suited to them hoops. Maybe we could meet up…””Hey, Mom,” said Charli as she walked up to her mother, “sorry to keep you waiting so long.””You shitting me, right,” said the young man his carefully smooth style deserting him, “I thought you was sisters!””Oh thanks very much,” laughed Charli.If the young man had been white then no doubt he’d have been glowing red like a traffic signal. This dark-complexioned young man just seemed to take it in his stride. “I knew you woz a fine PAWG I just never guessed you woz a premium MILF.” Then he seemed to realise what he had just said. “No offense meant.”Georgia was blushing now. “That’s OK. My daughter and I have to get to another appointment so…””Oh, right, well it was good meeting you. If you come back some time maybe I can show you round.”Georgia gave him a little smile and then watched him start to head back to his friends. He put on a little exaggerated strut but it didn’t look like his friends were fooled. He had clearly swung for the fences and struck out miserably.Charli was looking at her oddly and with the strangest expression. “What was he saying to you mom?””Oh, he just said that he liked my hair and that I suited my new ear-rings.”Charli almost cracked up right there and then. Young girls could be such a pain in the ass. Just because they thought they knew something you didn’t. What made it worse was that in this case Charli clearly did.”What is it – is it something about these ear-rings?””Um, well yes Mom, don’t take offense but the hoops on a white girl sort of indicate that she likes some variety in her love-life, you know. That she feels comfortable in an urban environment – if you know what I mean.””Oh,” said Georgia, just one word but her mind was racing now.”…and, I don’t know I should say this but the bigger the hoops the better a white girl likes, well, um…”The sentance was left unfinished but Georgia knew what her daughter meant. She was basically wearing a large sign in each ear that she liked Black man and their big hard…”Um, mom, if I leave you again for a couple of minutes will you promise not to get in any more trouble?”Georgia just gave at her daughter an exasperated look. Some things never changed – but now her cheeky young companion was just a little too big to put over her knee! Her daughter gave her a beautiful smile and then headed back down the mall.At that moment Georgia remembered that she had to prove that she had completed her task. A selfie in front of a mall sign would do the job or she could get Charli to take a pic. Georgia almost u*********sly looked back at the group of young Black men. No, she knew what she wanted to do.***”Javon, you got some game but there was NO WAY you was gonna get your nigga ass near getting anywhere with that fine-assed White bitch. Just coz she down for some Black D sometimes that don’t mean she’d settle for your pitiful ass. She probably with a brotha who’s a lawyer or a CEO or some shit.””Hey, Dre, quiet coz the bitch is coming over.”Georgia had heard enough to know that she was going to enjoy this. “Javon, honey, can you come and do me a favour?””Uh, sure thing, babe.””If he won’t I will sugar!” His friends hooted with laughter at Dre’s comment.Georgia hooked her arm in Javon’s and guided him away towards the entrance of the mall. She was careful to give her hips a little swing as she walked well aware that several pairs of young Black eyes would be watching her butt.”I want a photo of my new look, Javon, under the sign.””No problem – I’ll take it on my phone then send it across to you. That way you’ll have my number so next time you come down here I can look after you properly.”She playfully swatted his arm only to feel the firm muscle there. “You are a naughty boy, Javon.”His voice took on a little edge. “I ain’t nobody’s boy…” then he relented, “but I think us being naughty together could work out real well.””Sorry Javon, I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s just that I’m about old enough to be your mother! I thought young men like you would be after girls your own age!””Like your daughter.” He noticed her stiffen and chose to let that drop. “You think I don’t get my share of thots. But they be like Root Beer when sometimes I want to savour the finest of fine wines. Ain’t nuthin sexier than a woman who knows what she’s doing and knows what she likes.”The picture was taken and then Javon sent a copy to her phone. “I won’t ring this number – in case I cause you trouble. But next time you coming here you let me know and I’ll meet you.” His eyes were intense and Georgia knew that he might have said ‘meet you’ but the powerfully-built young Black man most definitely meant ‘fuck you.'”Now I best claim my wage for doing that little job for you – especially since your daughter is headed back our way.”‘Oh God,’ thought Georgia, ‘he’s going to kiss me right in front of my daughter and everyone.’ It would cause her immense trouble, she knew, but she also found that her whole body and soul wanted it, no – was desperate for it.”Persistant aren’t you,” Charli said to Javon. “You a stalker or something.””I was just helping this fine lady out by taking a picture and perhaps you could do the same for me. I want a picture of us together.”Charli just shook her head and got her phone out. She took a quick snap of her mother with the young Black stranger stood close beside her. All the time, out of her line of sight, Javon’s powerful young fingers were grasping Georgia’s right buttock. Nothing too outrageous – but a claim of ownership none the less. Georgia didn’t flinch or try to move away.Javon gave Charli his number and he soon had his own copy of the new photo. Then it was time for the women to return home. Javon strutted back to his friends.”How you do, brother, you get her digits?””Nah,” said Javon.”Ha!” said Dre but Javon cut him off there.”Nah, I got BOTH their digits.”His friends moved in to slap his back and exchange fist-bumps. Even Dre – who liked Javon despite, or maybe because of, all the BS they gave each other.***”I think you made a fan there, mom,” teased Charli. “Maybe I do need to keep an eye on you.””Don’t be silly, Charli,” said her mom, “I’m sure he was just playing games. Besides I couldn’t understand half of what he was saying. What the heck is a PAWG anyway?”Charli almost exploded in the passenger seat. “I forgot he called you that – I don’t think you want to know Mom.””I think I should know if he called me it,””Well, OK, but you did ask for it. It means ‘Phat Assed White Girl.””Oh,” said Georgia as she remembered the man’s warm, strong hand on her butt.”…but under no circumstances am I going to tell you what MILF means – let’s just let that drop right now.”Georgia reacted with frustration to her daughter. “Come on, I don’t live under a rock, of course I know what a MILF is.” Then she thought about it and began to giggle.Charli couldn’t quite work out how their little shopping trip had ended up here but she couldn’t help laughing too. Her Mom was far from being over the hill and she looked damn good. She’d had a hard time bringing her up and Charli was well aware of it. She deserved some fun now but this wasn’t quite how Charli would have imagined it coming about.After last night, however, it didn’t come as a total surprise – not after what Charli had found on the old lap-top. Not after some of those stories that her mom had apparently read and liked enough to save a copy of. Not after the internet bookmarks to some, shall we say, interesting sites. No, what she’d read had sort of placed some of the events of today in context. It was still somewhat surreal to imagine her Mom as a cougar hunting down fit young African-American men but she certainly wasn’t going to be a puritanical asshole about it. Hell, if they all looked like that young guy today, Javon was it, then she didn’t blame her Mom one little bit!”There is one other little thing,” said Georgia.Her daughter smiled at her. What was coming now?What’s a thot?”***It was lovely having Charli home for the weekend but Georgia was even happier when her daughter went out with some old friends that night. It meant Mom could have some ‘me time’ and contemplate the events of the day. She got up and looked at herself in the mirror – her face somehow looking different when framed by the big silver hoop ear-rings. She wouldn’t be wearing them to work anytime soon!Georgia remembered smiling what the young Black man had told her he’d ‘never seen a woman better suited to wearing hoops.’ But of course then she hadn’t known what the hoops apparently signified when worn by a White woman. He’d basically been saying that she was perfectly suited to dating Black guys. Except ‘dating’ was a serious euphemism there. She looked at her reflection again – was it true? She’d always found some African-American guys very attractive but she’d just never imagined that might be true in reverse. There hadn’t been much doubt about Javon though…Georgia chuckled to herself and then let her body relax. She would go to lie on her bed and think of Black men desiring her and see if she could think of an appropriate way to spend the late evening. She might be a (recently ex-)wife and a (now part-time) mother but tonight she felt horny like she hadn’t for an awfully long time. As she pushed her fingers into her panties and felt the wetness of her pussy she sighed. It wasn’t exactly what she needed but for tonight it would have to do…***Even at the club – being hit on by near enough every dweeb with a pulse – Charli’s mind was always half on the events of the day. She would never have believed her Mom getting involved in something like this. Did she really know what she was doing? Charli decided to see what she could find out about ‘the game’. It was her Mom’s life to live and Charli certainly didn’t need to have ‘that conversation’ but she also needed to know just what her Mom was getting herself intoIn Charli’s room her jacket and shopping bags lay on the floor beside her chair. In the old days her Mom would have come in and tidied up. Now, though, each woman knew they had to give the other enough space to live their own lives. Which is why Georgia never did see that last purchase her daughter had rushed off to make – a pair of three and a half inch hooped ear-rings in gold.A Life Full of ChallengesGeorgia sat in the coffee shop and watched the world go by. It struck her that a few weeks ago she would never have been here. A coffee shop, sure, but never one in this neighborhood. It would have seemed daring, maybe even dangerous. She shook her head at her own foolishness. All around her were families and normal decent middle-class people, it was just that perhaps 60% of them were African-American. It wasn’t that there weren’t any white folk it was just that they weren’t the overwhelming majority as they had been every place she’d frequented before the last few weeks.Her Master had quickly established quite how new Georgia was to all this. He said that he was arranging her program accordingly – to educate her and to ease her into ‘the game.’ She’d had a week of reading publications and web-sites aimed at the African-American community. That had been interesting – giving her a different viewpoint on a lot of things. She’d had a week of listening only to an ‘urban’ station on the radio and only watching BET on the TV. That had damn near killed her – but she had found one artist she liked and generally found herself listening to his music in her car on the daily commute. She’d had a week volunteering evenings at a food-bank in what was undoubtedly the worst part of her city. It hadn’t surprised her that the vast majority of the clients there weren’t white. She’d agreed to keep going and helping out there every Tuesday.None of which was that exciting – but her reward for completing the assignments was. In her study with her eyes locked onto the screen and her little pink sex toy working its magic on her pussy. (That toy had been another challenge – Georgia had never owned one before. It’d surprised her you could get one so easily.) It never got old for her – seeing that powerful Black cock on the screen and knowing that it was hard for her – but it was always just a prelude until her Master talked dirty to her. When he told her how much Black men would want her, want they would do to her given the opportunity and how she was made to give them pleasure. He’d flood her brain with images and pretty soon she would howl her climax. It didn’t help that she’d taken to finding interracial porn herself when ‘off duty’. She’d found she liked images rather than video clips and she could metaphorically work herself into a lather just looking at some of her favourites and imagining the possible story behind the picture. Even a picture of a Black man and a white woman dancing together could do the trick when she was in the mood – which seemed to be most of the time.She had asked her Master if she could see his face. “Why would you want that,” he had replied, “In your imagination I look just how you want me to look.”Now she was in the state capital – sent on another little shopping trip. Her Master had decided that her wardrobe wasn’t suitable. She’d momentarily thought of going back to Gainston before she’d decided that might not be a good idea. This time she would be going alone and if she met Javon again then things might get out of hand. It was all very well to fantasize but…As it worked out her Master had been much more precise. He’s given her the name and address of the shop he wanted her to visit and he’d also told her to relax with a coffee at the next-door store afterwards.It’d all been good fun – the African-American woman who owned the store had taken ‘personal charge’, as she put it, the moment that Georgia had arrived. She’d looked her new customer over and then begun selecting tops, skirts, dresses, accessories, pretty much every damn thing in the shop at one point.”Changing room’s over there, girl, let’s get started – we ain’t got all day,” she’d ordered. Not the usual customer-clerk relationship but Georgia remembered that she’d been sent specifically there and suspected this wasn’t the first time a white woman had been sent to this store. “You want to appeal to a certain group – well you got to dress to impress that group,” the owner, Trin, had advised. “Mostly men are just men but there are some little wrinkles, some little tricks of the trade. Looking like a Mom who’s late for the school run ain’t going to get the job done honey.”Georgia had decided to go with the flow and soon had pretty much a whole new wardrobe. There was nothing outrageous but everything was just a little different to before. The colours were a little more vibrant, the skirts were quite a bit shorter. “Honey, hiding them legs is a SIN,” Trin had scolded. Apparently other things weren’t meant to be hidden too. Her new skirts and pants were all seriously tight around her backside. The sort of tight where leaning over might be a problem. Her tops were all that little bit lower-cut than anything she’d have normally worn. “You got a figure, girl, you need to let them all know it,” instructed Trin. “Remember that just coz these blouses have got buttons don’t mean you have to have them all done up. They are adjustable for the occasion,” and she gave a wink and a cackle of laughter.What’s not to like about an afternoon trying on new clothes and deciding what worked and what didn’t? Well – the bill. But then, as Georgia reflected, it was a time when she could treat herself. Finally, Trin had emerged with a small box. It contained a small chain with an enamelled charm in the shape of a black playing-card spade with a Q design picked out on it in brilliants.Georgia knew what that design meant – you didn’t look through as many interracial-themed pictures on the internet as she had and not come across the ‘Queen of Spades’ design.”You know to be careful where to wear that, don’t you honey,” warned Trin.Georgia nodded. She couldn’t think of any way she could ever wear that in public – but she also knew that she wanted to own it. “How much is it?”Trin popped the box into one of Georgia’s bulging shopping bags. “No need to worry about that – a certain someone bought it for you.” Trin winked again and then stood back. “Now that IS a transformation – a job well done. Packed your old clothes up – might be a thrift store will take them.”***”Sorry – but is this seat taken?”Georgia came out of her reverie and realised the man was talking to her. He was about her own age and he was gorgeous. He was over six-foot and obviously looked after himself. His face was handsome, his eyes a deep bottomless brown and the smile he flashed her was brilliant. His outfit was casual, but a very expensive casual.Suddenly Georgia figured it out. She’d been sent specifically here – to this very shop on this very date. Now this man had come to sit with her. It had to be him, her Master? She took another covert look at him as he sipped his coffee and looked at the people walking past. Yes – it had to be him. He was just like she had imagined him. Handsome, well put together, confident and with that little twinkle of humour in his eyes. It was HIM – she was sure of it. That’s what all this was about. It was designed to get her here so he could claim his prize! Suddenly she felt her breathing quicken and her throat go dry. She moistened her lips with her tongue.”Err … thank you sir.”He turned to her with a little quizzical smile as if he hadn’t quite heard her.”Thank you for the gift Master – I loved it.”Now he looked genuinely confused and a little alarmed. “I’m sorry – I’m not sure what you are talking about?”As swiftly as Georgia had become convinced that this man was her Master she now became crushingly convinced that he was not. She glowed red and her hand flew to her mouth as if to catch back her words. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I was sure you were, er, someone else. I am so sorry.”She saw him relax a little. “Hey, no harm no foul. Whoever he might be he is a real lucky man.” His mouth developed a mischievous little smile. “Just don’t tell my wife and four k**s I said that, eh?”Georgia gave him a little smile back but you’d better believe she finished her coffee quickly and headed for her car. All the way home she thought about it. She’d hadn’t been embarrassed like that since God knows when. It was like being a darned teenager again. In the end she had to smile but the smile didn’t last long. She sensed her Master’s cunning in not showing her his face. He really could be any dark-skinned Black man that she met. Every time she met a man who might be him that knowledge would be in the back of her mind. It was a little frightening but also exhilarating.A couple of minutes later Georgia’s racing brain realised that she couldn’t even be sure that the man she’d met hadn’t been her Master. Maybe he’d just wanted to check her out in person – to see her in the flesh and to be sure that she was following his instructions. He was supposed to be married but was he wearing a ring? She struggled to try to remember. Had he claimed her back there would she have gone with him? She’d been excited but perhaps not that reckless. Perhaps, but she couldn’t be sure and neither could he. Her Master would be patient and wait his time…As soon as she got home Georgia piled her shopping bags inside the front door and then made straight for her study. She had an urgent appointment with her new little pink friend!In the Basement”So, Georgia, tell me about where you work? Nice suburban school I’m guessing – much ethnic minority representation on the staff?””Well, to be honest, no.””You are the school administrator and you don’t have a single minority member of staff?”Georgia felt the blood rush to her cheeks. “I’m not responsible for appointing teachers – just for the day-to-day admin.””I said staff – not just teachers.””There honestly isn’t anyone. Well except…” Georgia pulled herself up short”Now it’s getting interesting,” said her Master in a stern voice, “I think you’d better tell me some more.”***”Damn thing,” muttered Josh Hawkins as he pushed his mop bucket back into its cupboard. How was it those k**s got more food on the cafeteria floor than in their mouths? Still, unless he got buzzed, he now had a quiet hour. Couldn’t drink on this job but, on the upside, no-one ever bothered him down in his stores.Josh pulled out his phone and began searching. Soon he found what he needed and undid his pants before he took a seat at his desk, really just an ex-classroom table. His eyes fixed on the muted video as he began to wank.”Yeah,” he muttered, “you big-titty white ho, come down see old Josh and he’ll give you what you’se needing.” The pornstar stripped on the screen in front of him and then was joined by two men. “Yeah, you gonna settle for them little white boys. Get here and see a real man. After that you’d only work interracial.”Josh was jacking his cock hard, intent on getting himself off before some bastard buzzed him. He was almost there when he suddenly heard a noise just outside the door.”Mr Hawkins,” called Georgia.Josh jumped about three feet off his chair and then desperately tried to get his act in order. He scrambled to stuff his hard cock back into his pants and then to fasten them. What the fuck was Mrs Johnson doing here, no administrator had come down to his stores in ten years!The door opened and Georgia Johnson stepped into his tiny ‘office’, barely larger than a storage cupboard with a chair and table in it. At the very last moment Josh spotted that his phone was still playing the porn and he gave a gasp of relief as the screen turned itself off. Thank the Lord for energy-saving measures!Georgia smiled a sweet smile at the 50-year old African-American custodian. “Mr Hawkins, I feel that I’ve been neglecting you.”Josh’s mind was still racing. That had been way too close – getting caught wanking on the job wouldn’t help his employment prospects none! He just stared at his boss.”I mean that we in the administration haven’t been catering to your needs, Mr Hawkins. So I thought that I would pop down and pay you a visit.”Josh was still almost too stunned to speak. “Take a chair, Mrs Johnson.”Georgia waved off the suggestion and then just perched her butt onto the edge of his small desk. “You’ve been working hard – you deserve to take the weight of your feet.”Josh had finally managed to focus on the woman who had surprised him. Georgia was wearing a dark knee-length skirt and a dark jacket over a white blouse. He couldn’t help noticing that it seemed one or two of her blouse buttons had either come undone or broken off unnoticed. His eyes feasted on the fine white cleavage accidentally put on display for his examination. It was with extreme reluctance that he finally resumed his seat. However, his new angle gave him a great view of Georgia’s legs. Damn they were fine. Not skinny like a girl’s – but shapely and toned as a real woman’s should be.”First,” said his boss, “I don’t think we need all this formality, Mr Hawkins. You can call me Georgia. Second, I want you to have some serious thought about how we can move forward together. Do I have anything that could make your working life more enjoyable and productive? Can you think of anything that I could do for you?”She paused and gave him a sweet smile. Josh was just hoping that she wouldn’t notice the raging erection that was tenting the front of his work-pants. He didn’t know if he’d been watching too much porn but, fuck, it seemed like his boss was coming onto him! He stifled that thought and pushed it away into the back of his mind. He had to get a grip or he’d find himself facing one of them sexual harassment lawsuits.”Um, Mrs John-, I mean Georgia, I can’t quite think of anything just at this minute – you sort of took me by surprise here. Perhaps if I think of anything I’ll be able to let you know?”Georgia eased herself off the desk. “That’ll be fine but remember that I’m always ready and available. You will remember that won’t you Mr Hawkins?”Josh noted that she wasn’t using His first name – though she sure-as-shit knew it. He liked that – wasn’t so often the white teachers or administrators showed him some respect.”Oh,” his boss was almost pouting, “your desk must have been a bit dusty. Just look at this mess on my skirt.”Ironically the cleaning office was the place cleaned least in the whole school and, sure enough, a big patch of grey dust was visible on the back of Georgia’s dark skirt where her buttocks had rested on his desk.”Damn, let me help you see to that, Mrs John-, er, Georgia.” Josh swung into action and found a small soft brush that could do the job. He paused and then, almost reluctantly, handed it to her.Georgia began brushing off the dust. “Oh, it’s such a nuisance. I really can’t see what I’m doing. Could you just check and make sure that I’m alright back there, Mr Hawkins?”Josh didn’t need a second invitation despite the fact that he already knew that his boss was a damn sight better than alright back there. He’d noticed that beautiful round white ass the first day she’d come into the school. It was pretty much perfect to his way of thinking. His eyes drank in her curves before he reluctantly broke his stare and admitted that she had removed all the dust.”Thank you SO much, Mr Hawkins,” gushed Georgia, “and do think about what I said won’t you?” Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she gave him a sweet winning smile and then she was gone.Josh slumped back into his chair. “Damn,” he muttered to himself. He had to have read that all wrong. He tried to remember word-for-word what his boss had said to him. He finally shook his head. It beat him what that had all been about. However, he sure-as-shit was gonna ask for a lock on his office door so he wouldn’t be surprised again. With all this cleaning equipment that should be approved easily enough.Meanwhile, he checked his phone and found he still had 30 minutes of his break. The porn had continued soundlessly playing on the device but he shut it off. He wouldn’t be needing that – he could just imagine that Georgia Johnson really had been coming on to him. He leaned back in his chair and undid his pants…Feedback”I wanna cum on them big white titties” – MILFhunter20.”Love that body – but needs my cock in it to be perfect” – BBCAtlGa.”Post more – you made for the niggaz” – BlckBull4U2.”You perfect – except for that damn mask” – BigDen3.”Don’t listen to these men, sugar, you need to come see us!” – SistasforWhiteGirlsGeorgia finished reviewing her profile on the site. There were about a hundred more messages but they pretty much all followed the same lines. The site’s members wanted three things – they wanted more pics, they wanted to fuck her and they wanted her to ditch the mask.It still surprised her what a good reaction she got for her submissions. No doubt there was a lot of BS but she certainly seemed to have lots of fans and, while she wasn’t vain, she couldn’t deny that felt good. It gave her confidence Not that she would ever actually do anything about it of course. She wasn’t about to post identifiable pictures on the net and she certainly wasn’t about to meet any of the posters. That was so far out of the equation for someone like her that it was just ridiculous.Her postings were the results of three assignments spread between other challenges. First, she had been told to post pictures in lingerie, then images of herself nude and finally pics of herself masturbating. She would have absolutely refused but for her Master’s comment that she didn’t need to show her face.The morning after her first assignment was set she had gone out and bought the mask – a domino which covered most of her face courtesy of a lace fringe. Experimentation had soon shown that, with the mask and careful use of camera angles, she could produce pics that no-one could have identified as her. Well, maybe her ex-husband and her long gone mother, but nobody else!It had been fun taking the pictures and then sorting them to select which she wanted to post. She thought she looked pretty damn good for a woman with a daughter in college! It seemed ‘her fans’ on the site were in agreement with that – which made her feel even better. Being sexy and flirting with them was fun.It might have been fun but, of course, it was never going to be enough to satisfy her Master.***”I don’t think so…”Georgia paused at her Master’s comment. She’d reported back on her last assignment and now she was ready to masturbate and to watch him do the same. She looked forward to it all week. “You don’t want me to…””You can do that but I think we need to step up your game. That little pink toy isn’t doing it for me no more. I want to see you with something rather more appropriate. Sending you an image – I think you’ll agree it fits the bill.”‘The Dark Destroyer – our latest dildo capturing the dimensions of the awesome Jackson Hammer. With a more realistic weight and feel to give you the maximum pleasure.’ Georgia had to admit that it was VERY appropriate. Hammer had sort of started this whole thing off in her mind and now she could get to feel what it was like to be with him – well almost.”How you feelin’ about that girl?””It looks pretty big…””It is, but your next assignment is to buy yourself one – we’ll go into details later – then I won’t be wanting to hear from you until you prove you can take it.””What if I can’t…””Don’t give me that – you old enough to know better. You just going to have to put in some work and some practice. One thing – once you’ve taken that thing you’ll know you can take any brotha out there.”He was making quite an assumption there but Georgia let it ride. “OK, I’ll find it on the internet and I guess it’ll be fun trying…””No, I’ve got a better idea. I think you need to go out and buy this in a store.”Georgia’s heart sank. She had to buy it in person! Well, she certainly couldn’t go to her local lingerie store this time. Even if they stocked ‘The Dark Destroyer’ – which she really doubted – she wasn’t about to buy that from people who knew her!Her Master’s deep chuckle came over the speakers. “Don’t worry – I can give you a store where you can purchase one. I guess you’d like one well away from home?”Georgia felt relief, “Yes please, sir,””At some point you’ll have to stop being so bashful girl, it’s not like you haven’t been posting pics of that sweet pussy all over the internet.” There was that chuckle again. “Didn’t you tell me you had arranged to go see that daughter of yours in the capital? Well then you can take a little road trip from there. Once you’ve done that then you can get back in touch with me, not before you hear.”Georgia just stared at the store details he had sent her. She would NEVER have gone anywhere near such a place in the old days. That city had a really bad reputation and while it no doubt had some better areas this store didn’t seem likely to be in one of them. Would she even be safe?”When you get there park as close to the entrance as you can and don’t go for a wander in that neighborhood, you hear. Go straight in the store and ask for Tom – he’ll look after you.”Georgia just looked into at her screen with doubt written all over her face.”Yeah, it’s a step up isn’t it. Not quite so cute and safe and fluffy. Not prick-teasing some poor old Black janitor. Not posting unidentifiable pictures under a fake name. Not using that ‘white privilege’ of yours. Means going out into the real world – where plenty of people spend all their lives. But remember – ‘the game’ is like life. The more you put in the more you’ll get out. The more you invest the greater the rewards. But it’s always up to you…”Did Georgia ever take the concious decision or was she just being carried along by the whole process? Either way she was working out the logistics of her trip even before he had finished speaking.Another WorldGeorgia knew that she should feel tired but the closer she came to her objective the more her nerves and adrenaline were kicking in.She’d got out of work early but even so she’d had to drive another hour plus beyond the capital to the store her Master had indicated. She rejoiced that she’d decided to take a day off and come over on Thursday night rather than Friday, Traffic was better and she was hoping the store would be rather less busy – the fewer people she had to deal with the better.The transformation in her surroundings had come late. A freeway is a freeway is a freeway – it was when you took the junction off that you really got to see your surroundings. In this case those surroundings were not very attractive. Time and the economy had not treated this city well – it had become notorious as H-town as soon as one or even two recessions ago courtesy of the heroin epidemic there. She knew she was only on the edge of the city, in the low-rise sprawl that seemed to surround most urban areas, but you could see the decline everywhere you looked.Georgia thanked the Lord and her GPS when she soon found her target. It was a one-story building, rather larger than she’d been expecting, surrounded by a sizable parking lot. She knew that in her city this store would have been long gone and the location redeveloped. To judge by the derelict properties and vacant lots surrounding this particular site there was no such pressure here.She drove into the lot and parked as close to the entrance as she could, relieved to see that the place didn’t look too busy to judge by the contents of the lot. She locked her vehicle and walked quickly into the store trying to ignore the glaring neon signs advertising ‘XXX DVDs’, ‘GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS’ and ‘VIDEO BOOTHS HERE’. The quicker this was over the better.The store comprised a couple of huge rooms with white walls and pretty harsh lighting. Stock was displayed on the walls and there were racks of DVDs and Blu-rays in the center space while free-standing displays of lingerie, jewellery, lube and pretty much everything sex-related that you could imagine were s**ttered around the store. To her right as she entered was the sales point with a corridor just beyond it leading off the main room. Behind the counter was a large African-American man in his late fifties and a much younger white girl.As she paused and surveyed the rooms she suddenly noticed a couple of her fellow customers observing her. She remembered that she probably didn’t fit the description of the average customer.”Can we help?” said the man behind the counter. She took the hint and moved over to him.”I, um, that’s to say I’m looking for…”The man smiled. “No need to be shy, ma’am. Brittney here can show you what we have to offer.”The girl looked at the clock. It was approaching ten to nine.”I know,” the man said with quiet authority, “but this lady might be happier having you help her out rather than me or Mo. If you go a minute or two over I’ll make it right.””OK,” said the girl and hopped off her stool to join Georgia, “What can I do for you?””I’m after … ‘a Dark Destroyer,'” Georgia said quietly.”Oh yes,” beamed Brittney, “they are in the other room. Follow me.”Georgia did just that and soon found herself in a room where three walls were covered in a bewildering variety of sexual toys and fetish clothing. She paused before going in and Brittney giggled. “Not used to places like this? Believe me when you work here you get used to it all.” She idly waved a small white hand at a selection of ball-gags and nipple clamps in the BDSM section. “The ‘dark destroyers’ are over here…”The girl took an abject in transparent packaging and handed it to Georgia. Knowing the dimensions of the ‘dark destroyer’ was one thing but actually having one in your hand was another matter. “It’s … big,” was all she could say.”Well, quite big,” smiled Brittney, “but not much compared to the behemoth up there.”Georgia looked up where the girl was pointing and spotted a HUGE bright blue dildo suspended from the ceiling.Eyes wide she turned back to Brittney and the girl smiled and nodded. “It’s all relative you see! That one’s supposed to just be decor but we used to have a matching pair until a gay guy came in and bought one of them.”Georgia tried to stifle her laugh and failed hopelessly. Brittney just smiled and nodded to her. “We see all sorts in here and I just work the early shift…” She looked back at the display. “Check out the range. ‘Dark Destroyers’ are pretty popular but we have a very wide range. Hang on…”Georgia turned in the direction Brittney was looking and saw four male customers. They were all in their late forties or early fifties, they were all African-American and they were all avidly watching the two women.”Come on, guys,” snapped Brittney, “let the lady do her shopping in peace.” Georgia realised that she was still holding the ‘Dark Destroyer’ and felt herself start to blush with embarrassment.”No offense meant,” said one of the men, “we was just hoping she’d be joining us later.””Theo!” said Brittney in a stern tone, “does she look like she’ll be joining you! Give the lady some space!””Damn shame,” said the man to a chorus of grunted agreement from his friends. His eyes lit up with fresh hope, “Maybe another time?”Brittney just shook her head in exasperation and gestured imperiously with her hand. The four men shuffled out.”How do you put up with all that?” asked Georgia.”Oh, those guys are alright – just a bit lonely. We’ve only had real trouble once in the year I’ve worked here. A guy came in real high on something and it was Theo who laid him out with a right hook. The guy was out before he hit the tiling. No, THOSE guys are OK. They just need keeping in line now and then.”Georgia was struck by how this young girl could order the customers, all grown men, around. “What did they mean about joining them?”Brittney raised her eyebrows in exaggerated innocence. “That’s late shift business – I make sure I’m out of here long before any of that starts! Take a look round the store – Tom and Mo will keep an eye out for you – in about half an hour there might be some action. But, if its OK with you, I’m ready for my home.”Georgia smiled her consent and the girl headed back to the other room. There was a truly amazing range of products in the store and Georgia’s curiosity, not for the last time that night, got the best of her. She checked out the toys and then took a look at some PVC fetish outfits. Not for her, that was for sure, but they were amazing garments. Once she glanced up and saw the big Black clerk, presumably Tom, was now standing at the entrance of her room. He just smiled and nodded to her and then went back to making notes on a pad.She found the interracial Bu-ray section and lingered there. The front-cover pictures didn’t tend to be too explicit but they told a story. An interracial couple or, even better, a single white woman surrounded by five or six shirtless and muscular Black men. She was carefully examining ‘BBC Cougar Hunt III’ when she heard Tom give a little cough.”Ma’am, just to let you know that we generally get a lot busier after about half past nine. You’re welcome to stay but if you wanted to leave before the rush…”Georgia’s nerves had gone, washed away by a great wave of curiosity. She wanted to know what was going on here. She felt like she was in another world – where the usual rules did not apply. “Would it be OK if I stayed…”Tom’s big belly jiggled as he chuckled. “Lot of the guys here would just love that – but you stay with Mo and me and you’ll be OK.”Back in the main room of the store Georgia noticed that there were perhaps ten customers now. Very occassionally someone would enter the store and make a purchase but most of the men seemed to be waiting.”All ready back there, Mo?” asked Tom.”Yeah,” answered his colleague, a fat white guy headed for middle age with a chin-strap beard and a voice gravelly from too many cigarettes. “All clean and sparkling – for about 20 seconds!”Tom gave a wry smile and then flicked some switches by the corridor. “Gentlemen,” he intoned, “the booths are now cleaned and reopened for your use.”A few of the men lined up at the desk and Mo began issuing them forty-dollar tickets for the booths. The rest of the customers continued to wait.At twenty to ten a small whirlwind burst into the store. She was mocha-skinned and peroxide blonde. Her face was smooth but her eyes were weary and she gave a tired smile to Tom. Then she noticed Georgia and frowned. “Oh man, I ain’t gotta share have I!””Lady’s just a customer,” assured Tom, “you got this evening to yourself, Roni. Tish might be coming by – but not till about one.””Thank fuck for that,” gasped Roni. “No offense but my damn rent is due on Monday and I’m counting on tonight.”Tom reached for a key and handed it over – “Booth C OK for you.””Thanks, sugar, what we starting at?””Ticket five,” said Mo as he showed her the stubs.”OK, boys,” said Toni, “I’ll see you later.” She turned to the customers, “All you men best get in line cos the show is about to begin.” She gave a wild cackle of a laugh and then marched into the booths. Now the customers rushed into line to buy their tickets.Tom noticed Georgia watching him. “This place stays afloat courtesy of the booths. Some guys just like to hire a booth and go in there for a … well you know, ma’m. But they really get busy when there’s an added attraction, so to speak.””Like Roni,” said Georgia.”Roni’s got three k**s at home from three different fathers and none of them ever paid a dime in c***d support,” said Tom, “she’s also never been able to save a buck. So when she’s short she comes here. Damn sight safer than working the streets.””You don’t get busted?””Law is real clear – only one customer per booth. So Toni locks herself in for the duration. Of course if there just happened to be…” Tom reached behind him for a DVD and showed it to Georgia. ‘Gloryhole Crackas’ – a white girl kneeling beside a hole in a wall through which poked a big hard Black cock.”Wow,” said Georgia, “that’s wild”. There didn’t seem much else to say.”Twenty booths back there and three of them are fitted with these little extras. Some guys like to partake – almost as many just want to jack off in their own imagining what’s going on. Ain’t no accounting for taste!”The men found Georgia a stool and she joined them behind the counter. “Guess this is all a bit new to you?” smiled Mo. “You get used to it – at the end of the day we provide entertainment and a safe place for folks to make a little money or indulge themselves.”Every so often a customer would come into the shop or a man would wander out of the booth and leave.A group of young men wandered into the store. “Any action?” one asked.”Cards!” nodded Mo and the men showed their photo IDs before buying their tickets. “They are from the local college,” said Mo, “we mainly get our older local customers and students like them on quiet week nights like this.” He paused to sell a butt-plug with an attached tail to a small nervous white man.”Week-ends are different. They can get REALLY busy – sometimes I think we got every man this side of the city with a hard dick and nowhere to put it. No offense meant.”Georgia gave him a smile of reassurance. The ways of horny men didn’t come as a total surprise to her.”Of course if we get a special attraction then Tom puts the prices up.””A special attraction?”Mo gestured to the walls behind the counter which were covered in posters advertising personal appearances at the store and visiting feature dancers at the local strip clubs. “We’re on the circuit – get pornstars and webgirls down here signing pretty regular and if they want some genuine gloryhole footage for their websites…””They film?””Only in the booths – lots of our customers wouldn’t want the publicity!”Georgia looked at the posters.”The problem with them is that they’ll sometimes only do thirty minutes or an hour back there and that leaves a lot of disappointed customers unless you book two or three girls at a time. We get some guys turn up for just about every personal appearance though. Others wouldn’t bother – they’d rather come on nights like this. Roni is a true expert at giving a blow-job and getting a man off.””You sound like you speak from experience,” teased Georgia.”Well, yeah, once or twice – if it’s a bit quiet you know,” admitted Mo. “At least,” he added quickly, “before I met my girlfriend.”An image suddenly flashed into Georgia’s mind. A big Black cock emerging through that hole in the booth and waiting for it, ready to pleasure it, was … herself! She’d work to get him off and then there’d be another and another and another. She stirred on her stool. She was grimly aware that a part of her brain wanted to go back there and join Roni. It was being kept firmly under control by the cooler, logical, rational parts of her mind but it was still there. Georgia looked at the big figure of Tom talking to one of his customers. He was a powerful experienced man with the dark skin tone that she loved. She began to imagine it was him on the other side of that booth gloryhole and shifted again on her stool.She tried to stay self-possessed. “Does Tom ever go back there?”Mo gave a sly little grim. “I’m not about to tell tales on my boss. All I’ll say is he goes back sometimes ‘to make sure everything’s OK’ and doesn’t come back for a while. But that’s only on special occassions, you know.””When the porn stars come?””Shit, no! Tom is like a lot of our best customers. They all know what they like. They like a girl who’s out-of-town – so its a special occasion for her too. They don’t like the girl to be too professional but they do want her to be sexy enough to be.””Just like guys – shooting for the moon,” laughed Georgia.”Then, of course, with our location and demographic, a LOT of our guys get particularly excited if the girl is white. It just happens that if a girl fits all those categories then Tom likes to check they are alright back there,” Mo gave a lecherous wink.Georgia sat and thought again about what was going on behind that thin wall. She couldn’t help noting that she seemed to fit the bill for what most of Tom’s customers, and Tom himself, wanted. Of course the question of whether she was that sexy would have to be in the eye of the beholder. Then she remembered the old guys asking if she would be joining them tonight and suddenly she knew what they had meant. They had wanted her kneeling in that booth and working to make them cum. God, the very idea should repulse her – should send her running back to her vehicle and driving out of this city as fast as she could. But it didn’t and she knew why it didn’t. You could deny a lot of things but when your body reacted as hers was now reacting then it was abundantly clear that you were as horny as fuck!Then reality intervened. “Gimme ten minutes, guys, so’s I can have a smoke and a little freshen up.” Roni emerged from the corridor nodded to Tom and then disappeared out the back.She had been a fleeting vision as she passed but Georgia had seen enough. Roni’s face was plastered in what had to be cum and there were streaks of it up into her hair. She had been topless save for her bra and the light-bronze skin of her chest had been marked and streaked where semen had dripped from her face or trickled down her body.Tom came back to the counter and reached in his mini-fridge for a bottle of water. “Always keep one here,” he explained to Georgia, “for my girls. Otherwise it can get too much for them.” He then took the bottle out back to Roni in his little wash-room.Yes, that was the reality. A woman used for men’s pleasure, most would say defiled and degraded for men’s pleasure. And what did she get out of it? Well, in Roni’s case the rent – a roof over her c***dren’s heads and some food on the table. Georgia, herself, would have no such glib excuse. If she went back there it would be for deeper, perhaps darker, reasons. Maybe that was why the men preferred the girls not to need the money? Only a base slut, a whore in the abusive rather than the practical sense of the word, would go back there without a real pressing need. A woman who would travel here to do it – a white woman who would come here to make sure her ‘clients’ were mostly Black men. She knew what 99% of the world would call a woman like that – and she knew why the men would crowd to make use of her willingness to serve them.’Oh no, it can’t be happening,’ thought Georgia as that image of herself in the booth, but now covered in semen just as Roni had been, returned to her mind. She suddenly realised that Tom might think he ran a ‘safe space’ but that a place like this was incredibly dangerous for a woman like her.Roni emerged, clearly after a serious wash down, and stood in the door of the back-room taking a long drag from her cigarette. She finished her bottle of water and put it down, “Don’t suppose you’ve got anything stronger?”Mo gave her a knowing smile. “I suppose you’d like a lift home when you’ve done as well, eh, as usual.” He took a fifth from under the counter and handed it to Roni who took a long satisfied pull. “Ah – that take’s the edge off – how we doing?””Stub 22, Roni, say another three come in and that means a round twenty so your third…””Covers what I’m short for the rent with a little bit extra,” said Roni in a satisfied tone. “Just the matter of this five or six to look after and then I reckon I’ll call it a night.”At that moment the main door swung open and six or seven young black men, about college age, walked in.”Oh shit,” said Roni beneath her breath, “that’s all I need.” Then illegal bahis siteleri she seemed to realise Georgia was still there. “Guess you wouldn’t be inclined to lend a hand after all, would you? Go halves on the girl’s cut of those seven?”Georgia found herself looking at the new arrivals. Maybe only a couple of them had the really dark skin-tones that she loved but they all had the cock-sure arrogance of youth as they were showing their cards to Mo. No-one would know if she went back there tonight. Georgia’s rational self fought back and got a grip. “Sorry, Roni, not tonight.””Ah, well, at least they young ‘uns so I an probably get them off quick,” then with a wink and another cackle of smoker’s laughter she was gone back into the booths.Soon Georgia was gone too – only just remembering to buy the ‘Dark Destroyer’ which had been the whole reason for coming here in the first place! It seemed surreal that she would be driving back to her hotel and then would see her daughter tomorrow. They were two such separate worlds, no woman could operate in both of them.***Her pussy was wet and needy, a frustrated pussy, a pussy that was not getting anywhere near the attention it deserved. Well, tonight it was going to meet a new friend. Excited as she was Georgia realised that she would need the assistance of the lube that Tom had thoughtfully given her gratis at the same time as he invited her to, ‘Come back anytime…”Even with the lube that damn toy was a monster! But Georgia finally managed to ease the end of it into herself. It was a stretch at first but that soon gave way to much more pleasant sensations. She took it nice and easy, allowing her body to adjust. Soon any remaining slight discomfort was gone and she just felt full. She began to move the toy in and out of her pussy feeling it move against her. So this was what it felt like to be fucked like Jackson Hammer! She giggled, almost certainly not but at least it gave a rough approximation.She looked down at her body and at the big Black invader that was a few inches into her pussy. She shuddered. It looked so good, even if it was a fake. She closed her eyes and imagined that the toy was a real cock. A Black man’s cock, warm and hard and strong. Full of pulsing blood and potent semen. A cock hard and ready to take her and make her accept that she was it’s slave, that she belonged to the man who could give her such pleasure.”Yes,” she muttered to herself, “yes, that’s what I want. I want you to own me and use me.”The little movie playing in her mind changed. Now she was back at the porn store, in the booth. But there wasn’t one hole in the wall, there were five and each had a huge Black cock sticking through it. Coal-black skin demanding her attention, ready to take their due from her hand and her mouth and anything else on offer. She scrambled from cock to cock trying to suck one and wank two others at all times. It was no good – there were always two cocks left out – two beautiful Black men that she was neglecting. Slowly the cocks pulled out of the holes and left them vacant even as she tried to catch them.Then she heard the banging on the door of the booth. It was the men – they wanted her and they were going to take her. Just like in those DVDs with one White woman and lots of Black men. If they got in they would take her and fuck her hard. They’d use every part of her to satisfy their lusts – to punish her for not being a good slave earlier. Only that locked door was in the way – only it could save her from being gang-banged by those huge Black cocks. In her mind Georgia stood, walked to the door of the booth and flicked open the lock. The door burst open and…”AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”, wailed Georgia, “FFFUUUUCCCCCCLKKKK MMMEEEEEEEEEE.” The climax was powerful, fuelled to super-heat by that most powerful of all the human erogenous zones, a woman’s brain. Suddenly the wave broke and Georgia seemed to return back to the real world. She looked down and saw that the ‘Dark Destroyer’ was well over half way inside her. She knew that her Master would want more – he’d want her to take it all. She knew that in time she would – just not tonight. Now she needed to clean up and then sleep – she had to be ‘Mom’ again tomorrow.Two Worlds Collide”I dunno, Mom, maybe we should ring first?””Do you know how long it took me to get her address out of that security guy at her firm? I had to take old photos, letters, birth certificates – all just to prove that we were really cousins.””But we will be kind of intruding on her privacy.””Charli, me and Jess grew up together, we were more like sisters than cousins. We were very close until … well, you know, I had to get married.”Her daughter was quiet now. She knew what her Mom had left unspoken.”My folks and her folks both sort of used it against me, you know. I got pregnant and had to get married and raise you while she was making a good career and a good match. Jess never made a big thing of it but she knew I took a lot of grief and her husband didn’t ever want me, want us, around.””Is that the…””Yes, he had political ambitions even then. Which I’ve always thought is why he left Jess – after all look at who he’s with now, a US Senator’s daughter and all we hear is that he’s being groomed to succeed.”The guy sounds like an asshole.””Soon to be Senator Asshole, which sadly is all that ever mattered to Christian, I suspect,” said Georgia sadly.”I still think we should ring…””Look, when Christian left poor Jess she must have felt humiliated. Given all the grief I took because of her perfect example I’ve always thought she must have felt ashamed in a way. I suppose she assumed that I wouldn’t want to have anything to do with her. But it was never a problem between us – it was always our folks and her husband putting up the barriers. Now he’s left, her parents are gone and mine, your grand-parents, well you know.””Yeah,” said Charli, “you don’t think maybe they’d come round?””Never,” Georgia shook her head firmly, “when we left home and the Brethren that was it so far as they were concerned, we were dead to them.”The two women looked at each other – remembering past hurts.”Which is why, Charli, we can’t afford to let Jess drift out of our life. She’s about all the family we have left and I want us to be close again.”***The little suburban house on Hyacinthus Drive was nothing special, certainly not compared to the big house that Jessica had once shared with her husband. However, it looked neat and tidy enough. An old woman peeked through the next-door curtains at them as they pulled up in the drive-way. Charli flashed her a smile but the old woman just grimaced and let the lace curtain drop.Georgia rang the door bell and waited – excited to see her cousin for the first time in getting on for five years. What a surprise it would be for her!The door opened and revealed a Black man, who looked to be in his late-twenties, clad in a T-shirt and boxers. He looked like he’d just got out of bed.Georgia realised they must have gone to the wrong house and was about to retreat when she saw her cousin, Jessica, behind the man.”Jess – what on earth?”Her cousin’s eyes were wide with shock, it had most certainly come as a surprise to her, but she got a grip and responded using Georgia’s old c***dhood nick-name. “GiGi, Charli – oh my God, why didn’t you let me know you were coming. It’s been so long!”Georgia heard the words but she was still looking at the Black man who calmly smiled back at her. His T-shirt left bare muscled arms whose dark skin had patterns tattooed there. He wasn’t heavily built but he had that sense of power and confidence about him, that attitude that said that he belonged here. But who the hell was he? The obvious answer was that – but, no, that couldn’t be. Jessica had always been the ‘good girl’, the successful corporate lawyer, the beautiful wife of a successful man, the example for others, what Georgia herself could have been if only…”GiGi – this is Mr Charles – he’s working in the boiler down in the basement and it’s so hot, it’s stuck on full power.””Yes, thass right, I’m here, er, fixing the boiler.”Georgia breathed out a little. Yes, that would make sense. She cursed her own latent racism. She’d seen him and those tattoos and just assumed he was an ex-convict or something. It turned out he was just a hard-working tradesman.Charli raised an eyebrow. The house didn’t seem hot considering its boiler was supposed to be stuck on full power and ‘Mr Charles’ sounded like he’d only just learned his lines for a part in the college play. He also, most definitely, did NOT look like a plumber or boiler engineer or whatever he was supposed to be. Where had his truck been parked out front? Where were his tools? Why did he work in a T-shirt and boxer shorts instead of overalls? Her Mom might want to believe but she hadn’t raised her daughter to be a fool and Charli was not fooled one little bit. Not that it mattered to her – the guy looked real tasty and ‘congrats’ to Aunt Jess so far as Charli was concerned!Georgia took charge again – not noticing the little glances passing between her daughter and ‘Mr Charles’. “Jess, we’ve spent two days trying to track you down – your old number isn’t working any more. We knew about Christian and you splitting up but we could only get this address from your work.”Her cousin quickly wrote her new number down and gave it to Georgia, who tucked it away safely in her purse. Jess gestured to the door, “Perhaps we could…”Her cousin was probably going to suggest they went somewhere to eat – to leave ‘Mr Charles’ to do his work.Thump, thump, thump, thump.The crashing sound seemed to reverberate through the whole house. “Boiler still playing up,” said ‘Mr Charles’ but even Georgia knew that wasn’t the sound of a boiler.”TAKE MY NIGGA NUT YOU LITTLE WHITE FUCKIN HO,” bellowed a powerful voice followed by a long scream of unadulterated pleasure in a girlish voice.”What the fuck…” a second Black man, more powerfully-built but just as dark-skinned as ‘Mr Charles’ emerged. He also wore boxers but his chest was bare and showed his rippling muscles and tattoos to full effect.It all suddenly hit Georgia and she put back her head and screamed. A wail of pure frustration and anguish. She felt her daughter move across and take her shoulders.At that moment, a door burst open and yet a third dark-skinned African-American man emerged at the run. This one was HUGE, well over six-foot tall and very powerfully built. His face bore an expression of fierce determination – determination to protect his friends from any threat that scream had suggested.Not that his face was the first thing either Georgia or Charli noticed – because this third man was totally naked and with a still semi-hard cock proudly pointing his way, a cock that would give even the ‘Dark Destroyer’ a run for its money!The big man, seeing no immediate threat, stopped. His mighty cock, its shaft still slick with the juices of whoever that screaming girl was, gave a last defiant bounce and then a long drool of semen slid from its head.It was all too much for Georgia. “OH MY GOD,” she blurted out. Her daughter’s eyes were wide like saucers – transfixed on the huge naked African-American. Then Charli shivered and re-took control. “We have to go, Aunt Jess,” she said and quickly guided her Mom back to the car.The last thing Charli saw in the rear-view mirror that morning was her Aunt in the door-way of her home with a worried expression on her face and a huge naked Black man at her side.***”I just can’t believe it – do you think that’s why Christian left her? Was it because she’s got … um …””Jungle fever,” suggested her daughter sarcastically. “Since when did we suddenly get all prejudiced, Mom, didn’t you raise me to reject all that crap.””But there were three of them – what was going on?””I’d say Aunt Jess was having a whale of a time – until we burst in on her all unannounced! Besides, we know there was at the very least one more woman there. I expect it was a party.”This discussion had been going on for almost two hours in Georgia’s hotel room. Theoretically, Georgia was outraged by what they had discovered and her daughter was trying to get her to be reasonable. Theoretically. Georgia knew that was all bull-shit.In truth, ever since she had turned up pregnant way too young, Jessica had been held before her as a symbol of what might have been if she hadn’t been so foolish. Jessica got all the things that she, herself, couldn’t have. She had the life that Georgia could have had. Now…Now, Georgia was all too well aware, things might look different on the surface but in reality it was just the same old story. Jessica was still living the life that Georgia herself wanted – she was free to express her desires in a way Georgia never could.Except that wasn’t true, was it? No husband was holding her back, no family pressure, no personal bigotry. The only thing stopping her from going the same route her cousin had was – herself. Until she’d seen her cousin again and – those men – she hadn’t truly realised just how much she wanted it, how much she NEEDED it. That had been the reason for her wail of frustration and despair. She was discovering her true self and that true self was, to say the least, inconvenient. Her true self wasn’t going to settle for just living the same old life. Her true self wanted to live life to the full and her true self knew just how to do it. It wouldn’t be difficult – her Master would be delighted to ‘assist’ her.”You need to ring her,” Georgia heard Charli’s voice through the whirling maelstrom of her own ideas. “You two were so close – you can’t let this BS separate you.”Georgia took a deep breath and nodded. “I’ll give it a few days and then ring her. I need to know she’s alright after all.”Her daughter nodded. Mom would do what was required even if she had to put a spin on it. She thought back to that morning and had to suppress a strong desire to laugh. It seemed her Aunt was a bit of a dark horse! How on earth had things turned out this way and, more to the point, how did her Aunt find such gorgeous men! She’d been in the capital a year but you didn’t get too many like them in her social circles, in fact you didn’t get any. Which was why …”Uhhhhhhhh,” grunted Georgia as she tried to push herself down onto the ‘Dark Destroyer’. She had the big dildo upright on her chair and she was squatting over it. An awful lot of it had disappeared up into her body but, despite the extra lube, that last inch was not inclined to follow suit.”Easy, baby,” said her Master, “I know you want to take it all but there ain’t no hurry. You’ve been doing better each week you’ve tried it. Now take a breather.”Georgia moved forward so she could remove the Black toy from her pussy. It slid out and she felt the emptiness that always immediately followed its removal.”Look at that toy, look how much you taking now.” The deep voice boomed over her speakers. “You’ll soon have taken it all and then, I’ve decided, it’ll be time to kick on up to the next stage of ‘the Game’.”***The next stage! Georgia had virtually decided to quit ‘the Game’ on her way back from that disastrous visit to Charli and Jess in the Capital. In the end, though, she’d just decided to report on her trip to the porn store and show the proof to her Master but not to request another assignment and to leave it at that. Her Master had sounded disappointed but, true to his word, had accepted her decision.Then, straight afterwards, she had rung Jessica. From the very start it had been a strange phone call. Jessica had been quiet for seconds before she’d blurted out, “Hello?””Jessica, er Jess, I thought that I should call…””GiGi – uh – what’s up – uh.””Jess, we need to talk about… You know to talk about what happened when Charli and I came over to your new place.””Uh – Yes GiGi we – uh – should talk ab – uh – about that – uh.”What was going on? Her cousin was gasping for breath – as if she had just run a mile. “Jess – are you alright? You sound… funny.” What was going on?”Don’t be sil – uh – don’t be silly GiGi – uh – GiGi don’t be silly it’s – UH – everythin – UH – all OK – UH.”Suddenly Georgia knew just why her cousin sounded the way she did. “You’re not alone are you, Jess, is it him – that man, that Black man that was at your house?””UH – no it’s not him – UH – its Antwan who’s an even – UH – better – UH – UH – UH.””Oh…”Then a deep masculine voice came on the line, “Your friend is busy baby – taking my big Black cock. Ring her tomorrow and you can have a real nice talk.””Oh, er, yes, OK, I’ll ring tomorrow, er…”The connection had ended and Georgia had thought about her cousin trying to speak as that man, Antwan, had fucked her. He hadn’t been making love to her, he had been FUCKING her. Georgia reached out for the ‘Dark Destroyer’ where it stood on the desk after her call to her Master. Soon it was in her as she thought of her cousin and her Master and Antwan and her future…The next day she decided not to ring Jess again. Instead she e-mailed her Master and requested her next assignment. She was back in ”the Game.’***Georgia looked at the ‘Dark Destroyer.’ It was becoming a very personal challenge for her – that last inch. For four weeks she had tried to take it but somehow all her Master’s dirty talk and her own efforts had failed to seal the deal.”Evening, baby,” said the deep voice of her Master, “you know you ain’t my only participant in ‘the game’ don’t you?”Georgia had always assumed that was the case and she also knew that there were other Masters in different parts of the country and even some overseas.”Yeah, a couple of weeks after you joined I got contacted by a young woman who also wanted to play and she been making some real progress. Do you want to see how much progress?”Georgia nodded and then obeyed his instruction to turn down her lights and make herself comfortable and ready to enjoy the show.He sent her the video file and she clicked play. She half expected to see some amateur porn of a couple on a bed. Instead, the first few frames immediately had her attention. She knew just where this video had been taken.The camera seemed to be a body-cam worn on the front of a shirt at chest height. As the person wearing it swung round she got a fleeting image of the inside of the porn store and then a familiar face.”You OK here for a few minutes, Mo?” came the deep voice of Tom, the porn store owner, “Just need to check in the back.””No problem, Tom, but don’t be too long because the word’s got out.”It certainly seemed to have. The main room of the store had about twenty men waiting their turn for a ticket to the booths and there were more in the shop itself. “Gentlemen,” came Tom’s voice, “just so no-one feels cheated I need to tell you that this girl has a thing for the dark meat so I’m afraid you white and hispanic guys may have to settle for a hand job.””Aw, bullshit,” said a white man, “that’s fucking discrimination.””Tell me about it,” said Mo pointing to his own white face, “now do you want a ticket or not. It’s $100.””Fuck, $100 and I might only get a hand-job!””Our special guests set the prices. This one says $50 for Black guys – with a special offer today of $10 for Black guys on benefits or pensions – and $100 if she has to work with anyone else. Come back about midnight – one of our regulars will look after you for the flat $40.””Shit, I was wanting this girl – she’s pretty enough to make Anderson Cooper turn straight!””Up to you,” said Tom, “but last time she said she got too many white boys and not enough Black men. She’ll most probable be Black only next time she’s here.””Stop moaning, Ross, and get out the way. We all waiting back here!” came from a large African-American who was next in line.”Fuck it,” said Ross, handed over his money and moved off with his ticket.The Black man stepped up and the line shuffled forward.Now Georgia watched, idly playing with her ‘Dark Destroyer’, as Tom moved forward and into the corridor leading to the booths. The corridor was fairly narrow and it was pretty much full of Black men waiting their turn. The doors to Booths B and D were open. A man stood against the wall of Booth B with his pants round his ankles. In Booth D a man was leaning over to peek through the hole and see what was happening next door. His hand was already working his hard cock so he’d be ready when the time came.”Oh fuck yeah,” shouted the man in Booth B. “Take my fucking load you little white ho.” He beat his hand on the wall and then did up his pants. “Sorry, babe, got a bit over-excited,” he apologised.”That’s OK,” came a little muffled voice, “I’m your whore whenever you want me to be.”The man suddenly noticed Tom and shuffled out of the booth. He was immediately replaced by another who lent to look through the hole. The girl had clearly turned round to service the other glory-hole. “Damn just look at that little white ass – sure is inviting.””Talking of which,” said Tom to himself. His hand appeared flourishing a key. He knocked on the door of Booth C, “Hood on, baby, if you want to keep this a secret that is.” He waited a few seconds and then unlocked the door and went inside.It had been dark in the corridor and it was even darker in the booth, illuminated only by the glow from the big HD monitor displaying porn. Now Georgia realised why her master had told her to turn her lights way down. This wasn’t high production-value porn but it was raw and visceral, it was the real thing. Tom turned on a small light by his camera and that helped a little. Now you could see the girl, naked except for a leather hood that hid her face and hair. There was a pile of her clothing on a bench of the little booth. The camera focused on the floor which was shiny with pools of liquid and then up a wall marked by more runlets of fluid until they reached the hole where a Black cock was being energetically worked in and out of the mouth-hole of the mask. An eye glanced at them through another hole in the mask. It might have been blue or grey, it was hard to tell, but Georgia thought she could read the frantic excitement in that glance.The camera angle tilted down and a pair of fat fingers found the girl’s naked shaved pussy. Both eased their way between the exposed lips while a thumb worked the top of the slit. “Hmmmnn,” the girl moaned and pushed her buttocks up to give Tom easier access.Georgia eyes were almost boring a hole into her laptop screen. She had an idea where this was going. Almost u*********sly she was moving her ‘dark destroyer’ in and out of her own pussy as she watched the man’s fingers tease the girl in the movie.The girl suddenly pulled off the cock she was sucking and four powerful spurts of semen appeared in turn on her black leather mask.”How many’s that now, girl?” asked Tom.”Nuunne or tiinnn,” came the reply muffled by the mask.”Nine or ten, eh, well there’s twenty or thirty more waiting outside. Looks like you gonna have a long night of it. You like the fact I put the word round for ya?””Ees,””Yes, what?””Ees surr.””Good girl, you want your bonus now or later?””Buutthh, pliss, surr.”Tom chuckled, deep in his big frame, “Both, eh! I reckon I can manage that.” There was the sound of a zipper being lowered and a belt opened. Tom stopped playing with the girl’s pussy and instead pulled her up onto her feet before his hand pushing on the small of her back made her lean forward. Two small white hands reached for the wall to steady herself but only slid on the semen-slicked surface. Finally they found the edge of the bench and the girl stood still, her head bent forward.The girl had a tramp stamp tattoo – which Tom was now noticing too. “I see you got the ink like I asked you, looks real fine on that pale porcelain skin of yours.” His finger traced the design. It looked something akin to a yin and yang symbol but comprising two faces – a black man’s and a white woman’s. “Really beautiful – you do that other thing I told you?”The girl was silent and Tom casually brought a big hand down hard on her backside with a slap.”Uwww.””Tell me then – you do that other thing I told you?”There was silence again and this time Tom’s slap was harder and left red finger-marks on the pale skin of her butt.”UUUWWWW, pliss.””Well tell me, I’m not messing around here. You do what I tell you?”The hooded head drooped a little and shook from side to side.The sound of a belt being fastened again and a zipper being raised. Tom turned and his camera showed the booth’s open doorway full of watching faces.”Nuuu, Surrr, PLISSS.”Tom turned back. “If I still give you your bonus today then you FINALLY gonna do what needs to be done?”The hooded head hesitated and then nodded.”Tell me – tell me what you gonna do.””Durrmpp mi pulls.””Yeah, that’s right – you want to keep coming here and deserving my seed then you gotta dump those damn pills. Take your Blacking full strength with none of that birth control shit. That right, girl?””Eess surrr,” came the muffled voice.The zipper and belt noises sounded again and the girl eased her legs a little further apart for what she knew was coming. The camera pointed down to a big Black belly with a hard Black cock sticking out from under it and then Tom moved forward to claim her.”Uummpph,” grunted the girl as he pushed his cock home. His big hands grasped her pale shoulders and then he began to fuck her with strong powerful strokes.”Yeah, you a fine little bitch. Your master doing a good job training you.”Georgia kept watching – straining to make out more detail from the dark picture on her screen. The dialogue had dried up now and there was just the slap of skin against skin and the soft grunts of the girl as Tom took her and took her hard. Georgia’s own breathing was ragged and her hands were busy thrusting the ‘Dark Destroyer’ in time with each of Tom’s powerful thrusts into the body of the white girl.Finally, Tom’s breathing became louder on the soundtrack. He was having to work hard. He growled, “Whose pussy is diss?””Yorthh surr,” came a squeak from the hood.Tom rammed his cock home as if he was trying to break her in two and grunted, “Fuck yeah it is.”The girl squealed and almost collapsed with her legs shaking. She was held up only by the strong Black hands which moved from her shoulders to her sides. Georgia felt her own climax in time with the couple on the screen and felt her hand touch the lips of her pussy.”Fuck yeah, you took my nut real good. But you remember what I told you about them damn pills.” Now she had steadied herself he used a finger to tease open her pussy. He seemed satisfied by what he saw. “Yeah, girl, there’s your bonus – now you choc full’a nigga nut.” His hand gently slapped her butt. “Got you a bottle of water. Now get back to work – you got lots of customers waiting.”The camera swung back to the door where the crowding audience stood back to let Tom out. He turned and re-locked the door of the booth with the girl inside. As he passed the open door of Booth B the occupant was already pressing himself against the wall as he got his cock sucked. There was the sound of Tom’s deep chuckle and then the camera switched off.Georgia reached beside her and turned her light on. Her mind was racing with the intensity of her reaction to the video she had been watching. Was it because it’d happened at a store she knew? Was it because she’d sat and happily chatted to the man who ‘starred’ in it? Was it because she knew she could take the girl’s place any time she wanted?Had that girl been the one she had met in the store, Brittney? That made sense – but under the hood and with the dark quality of the video it was really impossible to say. The girl was perhaps twenty, had light-coloured eyes and, possibly, light-coloured hair. Georgia thought she’d seen a wisp escaping from the hood but she couldn’t be really sure even about that.”See you enjoyed that,” came from the speakers.”Yes, sir, who was she – who was the girl?””You like me to tell HER who YOU are?”That was a fair point.”Getting back to the job at hand, time you tried the ‘Destroyer’ again. Just think of that video and do what comes natural like.”Georgia positioned herself in her chair for ease of entry and then began to work the dildo. She knew it had gone very deep when she had been watching the girl being fucked. She closed her eyes and imagined herself in the booth. The noise of the crowd of men waiting outside – the seemingly never-ending succession of impatient Black cocks probing through the holes in the walls and demanding her attention. She was getting into it again now – her hands moving as they pushed the ‘Destroyer’ in and out of herself. Then, in her imagination, she hear the rattle on the door as it was unlocked from the outside. He was coming to claim her…That did it – she gasped as the Destroyer slid home to its base. She felt so full and so good and so god-damn horny!”Yeah,” came the deep voice of her Master, “I think you’re ready to move onto more challenging assignments. What do you say – you want a more challenging encounter?””Yes.””Yes, what?””Yes, sir.””Good girl – well here’s where we’ll start…”The screen was a mass of jumbled pixels – but then the camera pulled out to reveal an eye, a human eye. It was blue-grey and surrounded by a tiny border of pale skin before there was black. The camera eased back a little more and that mystery was explained. The person was wearing a black leather hood with holes cut for the eyes and mouth of the wearer.”You ready, baby, remember that this is an exercise in trust. Do you want to begin?”The hooded head nodded.The camera cut away and described an arc round a darkened room with bare walls and the vague shapes of equipment flashing past. Then the viewer could see, almost silhouetted against the main light source, the form of the person wearing the hood.It was clearly a woman and she was tied to a piece of apparatus. Her arms were held up by hand-cuffs which linked her to the metal pole a foot above her head. When the girl moved her arms there was the clatter of metal on metal as the cuffs moved a little between the metal fixtures which kept them in place on the pole.The camera ran from the cuffs round the pole and its uprights down to ground level and then along the bare cement floor to a white foot, bare except for the scarlet polish on its toe-nails. Around the ankle was a metal cuff with a bar connecting it to an identical cuff on the woman’s other ankle. The connecting bar was about two feet long and held the woman’s legs open.”You comfortable girl? I set the frame up for your height but sometimes we need adjustment. Pain can be part of what we do here – but not unnecessary pain. You OK?”The hooded head nodded again.”Good girl, remember that I don’t want you to speak until I give you permission. I need you to trust me going forward and this is how you can demonstrate your readiness to do so.”Apart from the hood the restrained figure seemed to be wearing some sort of a cloak, or perhaps it was just a thin dark material d****d over her body. A gloved hand appeared in the shot with a pair of scissors and cut a hole in the material behind her. The camera pushed up close and that allowed its small light to take effect.The screen was now filled by an image of the woman’s lower back. Tattooed into the skin was an intricate design of the head of a Black man and the head of a white woman. They were locked together in a kiss and their faces together formed the yin yang symbol. If there had been any doubt before there was none now. This was the same young woman that had ‘starred’ in the video from the porn shop.The man pulled off his glove only to reveal a hand with skin almost as black. His finger tips gently caressed the tattoo and the camera’s mic caught the slight rattle of her cuffs as she shivered under his touch.”Yeah, you’ve been looking after that real well. It’s healed just fine.” His finger tips danced across her back again. “I love your skin – it’s perfect for my ink. A beautiful canvass for my work. But today…”He re-applied his glove and the camera moved around to her front. It didn’t seem to be a body-cam this time. Instead it gave something like the man’s eye-line – perhaps from a tiny camera mounted on a pair of spectacles or the like?Again the picture was far from hi-definition. The lighting and camera settings had been carefully selected to let the viewer see what was going on but without the detail of high-definition. The mask wasn’t the only thing being used to protect the girl’s identity.The gloved hands grasped a waist-high trolley of equipment and brought it in front of the girl. Her hooded head looked down at it and her cuffs rattled again before they went silent. Now she knew what was in store for her.The scissors were at work again expertly cutting two holes through each of which soon poked an erect nipple and part of a firm young breast. Gloved fingers moved to caress the right nipple.”From the first moment I saw these I knew what needed to be done. I love a long sensitive nipple on a girl and that’s why we keep the temperature nice and low down here. To show these off to their best and make my job just a little bit easier.”His hands were back but with a small clamp that he attached to the erect nipple. His hand reached to his other glove and removed a small needle attached to it. The camera moved back up to the hooded face. Her eyes were large now – staring at the needle.”You going to trust me baby? You want me to do this?”The hooded head nodded a third time.”Yeah, that’s why I love having you play the game. You are as brave as you are beautiful.”There was a clatter of metal from the cuffs. As he pronounced the last word the man had thrust the needle through the clamped nipple. The girl had reacted and let out a small yelp, stifled both by herself and the mask.The man let her relax again and then the skilful fingers went to work swiftly and precisely replacing the needle with her new jewellery and then fixing the latter in place. A solid bar-bell passed through the nipple with a small ring hung from it.”Damn that looks good on you. Once things settle a little you gonna love the way they feel too. Ready for the next one?”The girl must have nodded because he swiftly repeated the operation on the left nipple.She reacted again to the initial piercing but perhaps a little less since she knew what was coming.A third agreement and the man finally cut a third hole in her covering to expose her navel. Again his movements were precise and accurate. A long hollow needle pierced her skin and then her charm was applied – the enamelled Queen of Spades symbol.”There you go – all complete. Just be careful who you show that charm to! Now I’ll let you down and Leez will come and help show you how to take care of them new piercings.”A Black woman came into shot and kissed the girl on the mouth as the man undid her restraints. “So brave, baby, you best believe the men are going to love your new style,” she cooed.”Some girls will too, eh, ” chuckled the man in his deep resonant voice. He stopped when he noticed the girl was looking at him and not moving away with Leez. “What’s the problem, girl?” He seemed to suddenly realise, “Ah – yes you can speak now.”The voice was slightly distorted, perhaps muffled by the hood or by some post-production on the video, but the words were clear enough, “Thank you Master.”The man chuckled again and the video cut off.***”Was that the same girl Master?””I think you already know that if you watched the video.””Was that the sort of punishment that you warned me about?””No – that wasn’t a punishment. That particular player was well aware that to meet her Master might require her to pay a price. I had sufficient interest in her to agree to meet.”Georgia felt jealousy surge through her. “You have a special interest in that girl?”The familiar deep chuckle came through her speakers. “I only play ‘the game’ with women that I have a special interest in…”She knew that he meant that, at some time, she too might get an invitation to meet him – but there would almost certainly be a price…Dancing QueenAnother Friday taken off work – another drive up to the Capital on a Thursday night. Her instruction had simply been to go to a certain GPS point, ‘dressed good and sexy’, and then to, ‘do what comes natural’. It intrigued her and she resisted the temptation to research the co-ordinates. The anticipation, as she was coming to realise, was all part of the reward.The location proved to be on the sprawling edge of the city where a street corner faced out over a big parking lot. The building on the corner was obviously her destination. It had probably once been a bar but now it and its neighbouring shops had been knocked together and converted to service a more permanent demand. What immediately attracted Georgia’s attention was the large banner d****d on the front of the building. ‘This Thursday – Amateur Night – First-Time Dancers Welcome – Cash Prizes and potential for employment.’Georgia felt something hard and jagged in her throat. She breathed out deeply and then carefully relaxed and swallowed down the fear. She remembered telling her Master that she doubted Black men would want her. It seemed he was going to put that to the test. Judging by the neighborhood there wasn’t much doubt who this establishment’s clientele would be.Feeling herself back under control Georgia locked up her vehicle and moved across to the entrance to the club. The big man on the door looked her up and down. “Dancing or a customer?””Dancing,” said Georgia.There was a flash of brilliant white teeth in his dark face. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He waved at a scantily-clad woman. “Aisha will look after you.”Aisha was a tall African-American woman with a friendly smile. “Would you be Georgia by any chance?”Georgia was almost dumb-struck. “Yes – but how…””We had a package delivered for you. It happens sometimes. Now the contest is still on for another hour so we’d best show you how it works.”***”Oh fuck – not another one.” The speaker was another African-American woman, very dark skinned and curvaceous. She was only a little taller than Georgia but she was truly built from the ground up – a powerhouse of toned muscle and feminine curves.”Play nice Shonna,” scolded Aisha in a tone that suggested she’d heard this MANY times before.”Well fuck – why they gotta come round here Ain’t they got their own fuckin’ clubs.””It ain’t about the Black and it ain’t about the White – it’s all about the Green. A bit of variety brings in extra custom and keeps this joint open so I gets to feed my three k**s and you gets to support that boyfriend of yours in whatever he’s supposed to be doing.” Aisha spoke politely but there was a bite in her last comment.”Mike’s a game developer – just waiting on his first big licensing deal.”Aisha rolled her eyes. “Girl, that Mike of yours is what we call a suitcase pimp. Anyone else and you’d have called them out for supporting his lazy ass a year ago. Sit down one day and think how much he’s taking off you. You kept that and soon YOU could be the one sitting at home all day playing video games. Maybe he could try working for once in his life.”Shonna pursed her lips with annoyance but she took it. Soon she was back on the attack, “What about that fucking Jewel? She got her foot in the door for the contest and two days later that snowbunny’s back here working and taking twice as much home as girls who been here years.”Aisha sighed. “You know why she ‘s here – she going through college.””If she’s just after the presidents why ain’t she at the Sapphire or Hustler’s – she could make way more over there. You know she working four clubs now – us, El Dorado, the Mile and that shitheap over in Barksdale. And what’s the same about all them four clubs?” Shonna was triumphant.Aisha wasn’t taking any of that. “Girl likes to dance for a Black crowd – and a lot of our crowd wants to see her dance – so get with real life girl. You know why Hoss always wants to know when she’s dancing because she fills fifty seats out there that otherwise would be going empty. Also – you know she puts twice her share in the pool for the other staff. Now you gonna stop bitching and fetch us that parcel?””Ah shit, she is another fuckin’ Jewel. She had a parcel too remember.”Georgia carefully cut in. “Shonna, I live two hours away and have a full-time job. I can guarantee I’m not going to be taking anyone’s place.”Shonna looked at her as if to dare her to even try it. Then she went and fetched a small parcel. “Guess this is your costume.”Georgia took the parcel – it was VERY small. But then, to be fair, the costume it contained also proved to be very small. Basically just a tiny spangled thong, an ornate garter and a flimsy piece of lingerie that covered her nipples but very little else.”Clothes off and we’ll get you ready,” ordered Aisha.Georgia began unbuttoning her blouse.***”Next girl up is another of our visitors competing in the contest tonight. Her first time anywhere dancing I understand, so give her a lot of encouragement. Here’s…” the man paused and turned to Georgia, “What’s your name baby?””Georgia,” said Georgia.”It’s our peach from the South – it’s GEORGIA!!”There was a polite but restrained response from the audience of maybe forty in the club. Aisha just looked at Shonna and raised her eyebrows as her friend chuckled and shook her head. She’d figured even a whitebread like that would have known to use a fake name. Shit, even Jewel had known to do that!Georgia remembered what the dancers had told her. There was a difference between stripping and show dancing. The tease had largely gone out of the business and the men wanted to see skin. So she just allowed herself thirty seconds to work her moves into sync with the music and then began to take off her clothes.She’d watched a couple of other contestants and had quickly worked out that undressing and dancing were both easy it was doing them both together in a way that looked natural and fluid that was the trick. She realised that nerves could cause her to seize up so she just imagined that she was back home and putting on a show for her Master. Then it was easy. Her body moved sinuously and gracefully as she removed all her outer clothing and was left with just the skimpy outfit left for her.Now it was just a matter of dancing and Georgia knew how to dance. She’d even done some work with a pole as part of a keep-fit class she’d done once. Nothing startling but enough to add something to her routine. Finally she felt confident enough to really take in her surroundings. She saw maybe half the audience were now up at the rail surrounding her stage and most were holding up money.The women had told her the rules. There was a yellow line around the stage that the guys were not allowed to cross. But if a girl went close enough to touch then that was fair game. Hence the cash being waved. If she wanted the tips then she had to go close. It was all part of the ritual. Well, Georgia was OK with that – on her terms. She moved around the edge of her stage – always just keeping out of reach. The dollars waved that little bit more – a few higher denominations appeared. She arched her eyebrows at them, smiled and then swung her hips as she continued on her way. She pointed at her little spangled bra and heard them shout at her to take it off. She seemed to consider a little and then the bra had joined her clothes on the floor of the stage.Now there was a roar from the crowd – of triumph and appreciation. Georgia was ready to play now. She moved right up to the edge of the stage and the men crowded forward to cram bills into her garter and, of course, to feel her legs and buttocks. A man said something and she leaned forward to hear him better. Instantly hands reached out to grab and cup her breasts. She understood – it was another lesson learned and she didn’t pull back straight away. She gave them a few seconds to enjoy their success.The music faded a little and then resumed to allow her to complete her circuit of the stage. Then she was off with the crowd cheering. Her head was reeling with imagery of what had just happened. The noise of the music, the crowded men at the rail and their eyes devouring her. Their hands reaching out for her. It had been an amazing experience.Aisha was waiting for her. “Enjoy that? Yeah it’s fun till it gets old. Then it’s time to stop. Well, some notes. Your timing was off – you get one cut so make sure you don’t leave any green at the rail. Hoss gave you another minute – but normally that’d be cutting into the next girl’s time. Definitely NOT cool. Second, we real proud of the fact we’re a full nude club. Next time you take it ALL off you hear?”Georgia looked down. She hadn’t even realised she was still wearing her thong. She was shocked and oddly felt a bit guilty. Had she cheated her audience? She took the big bundle of bills out of her garter and offered it to Aisha. “For the pool?” The Black woman took the money with a nod.”You can fucking dance tho, I’ll give you that.” The compliment, surprisingly enough, came from Shonna. “With a bit of practice you could be real good. I got thirty minutes till I’m on so you wanna see the club?”Georgia was pleased that her gesture seemed to have won over Shonna. The woman showed her around back-stage and then took her past the stage and the bar to the rear of the club. “Used to be twenty clubs like this between the Capital and H-Town. Twelve over in the next County – I used to work most of them. A lot got closed down a couple of years ago. Now you wanna real club you gotta shift your butt over to H-Town or over by the big Army base or come here to good old Franklin County. Otherwise its topless only or BYOB or no-touch or whatever shit the local Pastors can think up to fuck with the business.””But this County’s OK?””This County’s poor and it only got three clubs. As the others tighten up or close down it sends the business over here to Sapphire and Hustler’s. Tourists and conventions coming in. Means jobs and trade for the County. In return there’s a strict ban on new clubs. Just three licenses – two for the tourist trade and one for the locals who mostly can’t afford the fancy prices over there. Which is where we come in. County gets the business, locals got us and the puritans can go fuck themselves in their lily-white asses.”She looked around her with a degree of pride. “We should have a Preservation Order on us – we still do things like they should be done. I gotta drive out here to dance but it’s worth it. Good money on weekends. Not so much tonight but I’m only covering. Thursdays ain’t a regular slot for me.”She moved to a door and opened it to show big comfortable couches and another bar. “The champagne room – where men can pay to get a little more up close and personal. Lap dancing. This gets busy after about ten – especially Fridays and Saturdays. But the real money is in the private rooms – that’s where they’ll really lay down the green.” She gestured at a back wall with five doors set into it.”What goes on there?” asked Georgia.Shonna was instantly suspicious. “You don’t need to know that unless you planning on working there. You planning on that?””Er, no. Don’t worry about it. I reckon I can guess – but is that safe?”Shonna nodded to a huge African-American with an ear-piece sat at the end of the bar nearest to the private rooms. “That’s Blake. We got a button in each room but we don’t really need them. Just holla and Blake will come in and break a bone or two. Ain’t that right Blake?””No doubt. Give me some fuckin’ exercise.” He looked at Georgia. “Enjoyed your dance. You gonna be working…” and he glanced over at the private rooms.Shonna laughed. “You looking for a freebie Blake?”Blake was looking at Georgia again. “I ain’t gonna lie. I wouldn’t need asking twice.”Georgia felt the blood in her cheeks. It still didn’t come naturally to be desired so brazenly and openly. However, the whole evening was proving her Master’s point. Black men, at least some Black men, very definitely found her sexy and wanted her. If she wanted to go that route then the ONLY thing stopping her was her.”This one ain’t like that slut Jewel,” said Shonna.”Hey, Jewel’s alright,” protested Blake.”You just saying that cos she sucked your cock back there. Comes in all nervous for the contest and two days later she’s dancing three sets and working the private rooms like a five-dollar ho.””Every time she comes in I’m on crowd control keeping the men orderly while they’s waiting their turn,” said Blake with a grin. Georgia realised he knew that he was winding up Shonna. The Black woman was obviously jealous – perhaps of Jewel’s looks and certainly of her earning potential.”Little bitch has got jungle fever – she’ll be taking them out the back to fuck next,” spat Shonna.”Wouldn’t be the first would she?” replied Blake with a sweet smile.Shonna gave him a look of fury but the big man just smiled at her. These two had obviously known each other a long time. “You on to dance soon aren’t ya Shon babe, I always look forward to seeing that.”The Black woman mellowed a little. “Not sure you fucking deserve to see it Blake, but yeah we best go get ready. See you around.”As she turned a big paw gave her round ass a gentle tap. “You know I love you Shon.””Know you love that ass,” muttered Shonna and then the two women left Blake chuckling to himself as he watched the patrons for any trouble.***”Since lil Miss Whitebread here short-changed the customers I’m thinking she should join me for my next set,” said Shonna.”Why not,” said Aisha. “Alright with you hun?”Georgia couldn’t really refuse could she. So she soon found herself preparing to dance again – but this time only in her heels, thong, garter and bra. Shonna was changed in a very short time and made Georgia feel positively over-dressed! She wore a little black leather thong connected to a harness of the same material that formed a collar as well as a bondage harness surrounding but not covering her large breasts. Aside from that she wore only fishnet leggings and high heels.The MC announced them and Shonna sent Georgia out into the middle of the stage. While Georgia danced Shonna also entered the stage – but she seemed almost to have been transformed. The powerful dancer was now an Amazon warrior stalking her prey. Her movements were stealthy but focused on the white woman at the centre of the stage.Georgia had remembered the advice about timings and this time was much quicker to reach up and remove her bra but unknown to her Shonna had been waiting close behind her and as the garment hit the floor strong Black hands found Georgia’s breasts and fingers began to tease her nipples. Georgia gasped and then felt the strong female body behind her.Shonna dropped a hand to Georgia’s hip and then used the other to direct her to turn. As she did she saw Shonna staring at her. Her almond-shaped eyes were like those of a big cat, an apex predator, and there was no doubt who she was minded to have for dinner. A Black hand found the front of Georgia ‘s thong and exerted a little pressure. Georgia gasped again and the other woman’s mouth was suddenly on hers. Shonna’s tongue found Georgia’s and they began their own dance within a dance.Blood seemed to be rushing through Georgia’s brain and she was barely able to keep up the pretence of movement to the music. It was her first experience with another woman and it was happening on stage before a crowd of strangers. She hardly heard the roar as Shonna moved in on her.Strong fingers found her thong and deftly undid it. The flimsy item fell to the floor and Georgia was left naked but not yet exposed. Shonna had clamped a hand over Georgia’s shaven pussy. What the crowd couldn’t see was that one finger had made its way inside. Shonna crooked her finger tip and expertly canlı bahis siteleri found Georgia’s most sensitive area. The white woman gasped again and was staring now into those confident, mocking, feline brown eyes of Shonna.Dancing could be a dull business – going through the motions for an audience you didn’t respect. Shonna didn’t feel that way and it was because of nights like tonight. She had this little whitebread right where she wanted her and she was going to give her just a taste of how good that could be. She saw in the white woman’s eyes that Georgia knew she was in way over her head, feeling things that she had never experienced before, shocked by the sensory overload. Shonna smiled, crooked her finger a little more and savoured the little frisson she saw go through Georgia’s frame.Then the Black dancer really took charge. She swept the lighter woman down and arched her back to expose her sex. The crowd roared as Shonna buried her face between Georgia’s legs. Her movements were obvious for the crowd but Shonna’s tongue was expert and laser-focused on causing sensation in Georgia’s over-wrought brain. The white woman gave a little yelp and then Shonna spun her again before working her hand vigorously over Georgia’s pussy lips. The pale white buttocks were exposed and Shonna gave one a slap before leaning down to kiss it.Well, fun was fun but business was business. Shonna hauled Georgia onto all fours and then directed her to the edge of the stage and beyond the yellow line. Rough Black hands reached out to feel her tits, slap her ass and try to find her pussy as she slowly made her way round. She was Shonna’s pet – tamed and submissive – paraded for the pleasure of the Black woman’s customers. More importantly paraded so those all important bills could be pushed into the garter. There were singles – there were always fucking singles – but most were higher denomination. The show had apparently captured the audience’s imagination.Finally Georgia reached the end of the stage and Shonna let her rise before once again taking charge and laying a deep soul kiss on her. At that moment the music ended – Shonna was nothing if not the consummate professional.The next dancer was hopping up on stage and gave Shonna a rueful look. How the fuck was she supposed to follow that! Shonna smiled back as if to say, ‘hey, watch and learn sista, watch and learn!'”She’s good ain’t she,” said Aisha as she amusedly observed the white woman. Georgia was red in the face and breathing hard. Her eyes were still wide as she tried to process all that had happened.”Fuck right, I’m good. I’m the fucking best,” crowed Shonna, “and I don’t give out lessons like that for free.” She reached out and took the huge bundle of bills from Georgia’s garter. She happily thumbed through as she made her count. “Thass a coincidence – just exactly my fee. If I hadn’t got three more sets tonight I’d take you home whitebread and play with you some mo’.” She laughed to herself and set off in search of private room clientele.Georgia looked after the big swaying buttocks of the powerfully-built dancer. She could only imagine how she would feel if Shonna had her for a whole night. It wasn’t something she’d ever desired before but… In the meantime Shonna had used her and profited from her. That was what life could be like down here – Georgia wasn’t so naive that she didn’t know that.Aisha was watching her. “The boss was asking to see you. I think you could have a regular spot here if you want one. Just a little warning – Hoss is a fair boss but he likes to road-test his merchandise if he gets the idea it’s available to him. So don’t get took by surprise and don’t do nothing you might regret tomorrow, OK.”Georgia found her clothes and then waited for Hoss to come out of his office before she approached him. He was maybe fifty, very dark and with the shaven head of a man concealing male-pattern baldness. Their meeting was polite and Georgia agreed to come back sometime though she couldn’t be a regular. Again, though, it was the eyes. Hoss never said a word on the subject but his eyes spoke volumes to Georgia. He wanted her pussy and he wanted it bad.The drive to her hotel in the capital went by in a blur. In fact, looking back, she was amazed she hadn’t got into an accident. The night had given her an awful lot of food for thought.***”You don’t want to be like Jewel then,” the voice as ever seemed resonant despite the fact it came through her computer speakers.”How do you know about Jewel?””I know that club very well – that’s why I sent you there and arranged your little outfit. I sent Jewel there for her first time too.””Is she playing ‘the game’.””Not only playing the game – she’s one of my star participants.”There it was again – her unreasoning jealousy, her almost despair that her Master might be more satisfied with the performance of another of his stable.Through the webcams her Master could read her like a book and she heard his chuckle of satisfaction. She was a fish tempted by his bait and there was nothing that she wanted or craved more – even if, down the line, she might find there was a hook.”I can’t dance there regularly Master, it’s too far away.””…and you’re scared of how a certain dancer made you feel.”How did he know about that? It didn’t matter, he did know. “Yes, Master,” she lowered her head at having possibly disappointed him.That chuckle again. “Don’t sweat it girl, the same path is not for every player of ‘the game.’ We will find your way and you will follow it wherever it leads. That is what will please your Master. You do want to please me, don’t you.””Yes, Master, more than anything.””Then if I send you back to the club next week and ask Shonna to take care of you for the weekend…”Georgia paled a little and gasped. It was what she most feared – or was it what she most desired? Was her desire what she really feared? She looked at the Black hand on her monitor. It tapped its desk once. She knew she had to make a decision. “Yes, Master, I’ll go.””Very satisfactory – but I don’t think we’ll do that just for the moment. First there are some loose ends I’d like to see you tie up. Take Gainston for example…”Return to GainstonThe mall hadn’t changed much since her last visit but the circumstances had. Now Georgia was alone and instead of being accompanied by her daughter she was meeting someone else. She’d felt brave last time – going bare under a long skirt. This time her skirt was above the knee. Her top was clinging and showed off her breasts to their best.Male eyes locked onto her within seconds of her entering the mall but she had spotted her own quarry almost immediately. It was hard not to because Javon quickly moved to meet her. It seemed he was well aware of the danger of another man cutting him out if he didn’t move to secure his prize as soon as possible.”Hey Georgia, you are looking the bomb.” He moved in and kissed her. She tasted a Black man’s lips for the first time, his muscular young body pressed against hers and she felt his strong arms holding her. Sensations surged through her mind and her body. She suddenly realised what she had been missing for so long and she knew, at that moment, what she wanted more than anything.”You wanna go shopping or you wanna do something else?” Javon seemed to have read the mood properly.She kissed him again. “I want you,” she simply answered.His eyes blazed with his desire for her and triumph at her assent. She expected him to take her out of the mall but instead she felt his hand in the small of her back as he guided her forward.’Oh my God,’ she thought as she realised their destination – the mens’ rest-room. Could she do this? With her minor hesitation Javon moved in close behind her and she felt the bulge in his pants. Suddenly the risk just seemed to add to the intensity of the occasion. Almost before she knew it Javon was hustling her into the disabled cubicle and locking the door behind them.”We best not waste time.” Javon dropped the lid of the toilet. “Sit there Georgia and show me what you can do.”She obeyed him automatically sitting on the seat and watching as he pulled down his jogging pants. Finally, she saw it. Nearly seven inches of beautiful Black cock, hard and pointed demandingly at her. She gently reached out and touched him feeling the warmth of his skin and his slight movement as he felt her hand close around his shaft. He was still a young man – that was why he had been so impatient and that was why this was so intense for him. She would try hard to ensure it was memorable for him. She wanted him still to be thinking about her when he was old and grey.She gave two gentle strokes with her hand and then bent forward to take his hard cock in her mouth.”Fuck yeah,” said Javon and Georgia felt his hands gently come to rest on the sides of her head. It’d been a while but she soon got back into the flow of pleasing a man. She used her lips and tongue to excite him and altered her technique and rhythmn to keep those different sensations coursing through his brain. Her hand cupped his big balls and felt the weight there. Javon was most definitely a fine strapping young man and she relished the prospect of getting him to cum.It seemed she might not have to wait much longer. Javon’s fingers suddenly tightened in her hair and he moved to take control. She let him dictate the pace. Javon wanted to use her mouth to get off and she wanted Javon to get off to prove his desire for her. It was an unspoken mutual agreement. Javon grunted a little as he urged her to suck him faster. She looked up and knew he was close…THUD, THUD, THUD.The couple froze – their eyes wide with horror. The banging had come on the outside of their cubicle door and it was followed by a bellow of authoritative command.”Get outta there you fags – ain’t haven’t no perverts in my mall.”Javon desperately pulled back and hooked his sweat pants up.THUD, THUD, THUD.”Five seconds or I bust this door and then you’ll be charged with that as well. Now get the fuck outta there.”Georgia’s mind was in turmoil. Javon just looked at her and gave a little shrug. He undid the door.Outside was a big African-American man in a mall security uniform.”What the fuck, Javon, never had you posted for a…” His eyes widened as he saw who was with Javon. “I see – well I’m not going to blame a young man for wanting to get his dick sucked. But NEVER in my mall, you hear. Don’t want to see you around for two weeks, you understand me. Now fuck off.”Javon gave a last glance at Georgia and then got out as fast as he could. Georgia couldn’t really blame him. She herself would rather have been pretty much anywhere else at that moment.The big guard looked her up and down. “Turn round and get against the wall with your hands in sight,” he ordered. She obeyed. Her frustration at being cheated of her reward with Javon was only now finally being overwhelmed by the potential gravity of the situation.”Lewdness in a pubic area is an offence and so I am going to search and then detain you until I can hand you over to the regular authorities. Do you accept that situation?”Georgia nodded rather forlornly. She felt his hands expertly move up and down her body checking for weapons or God knows what and then her hands were secured behind her with a plastic tie. She was marched out of the restroom and across the mall to the security office. Georgia’s face burned red when she saw the curious shoppers watching her go.Finally they reached the refuge of his office. He closed the door behind them and then removed her restraint. He took a seat behind his desk but did not offer her one. Again she felt his penetrating gaze taking her in. “I thought I knew most of the whores trying to work my mall – you must be new.””I’m not a whore.””Caught you fellating a man in a public rest-room. That generally is the behaviour of a prostitute wouldn’t you agree?”Again Georgia felt the burn of the blood in her cheeks. She didn’t particularly feel ashamed – but she did feel horribly embarrassed. It wasn’t helped by the fact that looking at the guard she was pretty sure that he was seriously enjoying this.”That’s a short skirt you are wearing there – what if I got a female colleague in to see what you are wearing under there?””That’s not necessary … I’m not wearing anything … under there.”The guard smirked and nodded. “You aren’t the first we’ve caught here and I will accept that maybe one in every ten times its just a horny couple rather than a hooker turning a trick. You do look a little different to the average working girl round here.” He reached for her purse, “Let’s look at this ID.”Georgia had a strong suspicion that not all of this was strictly legal but by now she just wanted out of there. She’d take the path of least resistance and hope it was all over quickly.The guard let out a long whistle. “Well, well, well. Mrs Georgia Johnson – a school administrator no less! What will they be thinking when they find out you been arrested for public lewdness? I’m also assuming Javon isn’t Mr Johnson.” He laughed harshly and then his pudgy Black fingers found a photograph. “Very pretty girl – must be your daughter or a much younger sister?” He considered a moment. “No, I think its a daughter. How will she feel when she finds out Mom has been giving a BJ to a boy her own age in a public restroom?”Now Georgia did feel shame. Charli would be horrified if she ever found out about this. Her employers were no prudes but this publicity would probably force them to act against her. Her head dropped with shame and her eye-line suddenly met a large bulge in the officer’s pants. It seemed he was REALLY enjoying this.She swallowed and then hesitantly said, “Is there anything that I can do?”The officer let out a sigh and turned a picture on his desk so that Georgia could see it. A woman and four c***dren. The message was clear – five very good reasons against what she had desperately offered.The man steepled his fingers and carefully observed Georgia for twenty seconds until he finally seemed to come to a decision.”I can see that you are not a ‘professional’ and so on this occasion I’m going to give you a break…””Thank you officer…” Georgia was cut short as he raised a hand.”My position is that a disabled person might have needed that facility or a young family might have seen or heard what was going on. That isn’t acceptable. I’m no puritan but it just isn’t fair to force people to be part of your fun and games. Am I being unreasonable?”Georgia shook her head.”I assume it was Javon suggested the rest-room?”Georgia remembered the young man’s hand in her back – pushing her forward. But she also remembered that Javon had to live here – she didn’t. “No, I felt so impatient and I just wasn’t thinking.”The man nodded. “OK. You get a life-time ban from this mall and some free advice. There are places you can go if you want to do this sort of thing. Don’t do it where there’s security or young families because not everyone is as kind and understanding as me.” He flashed her a brief cold smile. “Now fuck off before I change my mind.”Georgia stammered her thanks and then got out as quick as she could.The officer glanced at the clock on his office wall. Well, that had helped pass thirty minutes. He chuckled to himself. Some of these white women were just plain crazy!***Georgia was headed for the nearest exit when she heard a shout.”Georgia – you OK? What did he say?” It was Javon – his face a picture of concern.”Outside the mall,” hissed Georgia not slackening her pace, “in case he changes his mind.” She’d just planned to get home as soon as possible and had assumed the young man would have done the same. She wasn’t sure how to think about him. He had sort of got her into this trouble but, on the other hand, he had waited to find out what had happened to her. The young man took long strides beside her as they both exited the mall as rapidly as possibleFinally, by Georgia’s vehicle, she raised the issue. “Why the rest-room Javon when you knew the security was so tight?”He hung his head. “Because I was a fucking idiot – I’m really sorry Georgia. But when I saw you and knew you’d come all this way just to see me again I knew that I had to have you and I had to have you right then. I was a damn fool and I let my dick do my brain’s job. I really am sorry and I hope I haven’t fucked things up for you.”His contrition was clearly genuine. “That guard,” said Georgia, “you know he really got off on laying the law down to me. I think he enjoyed the fact he’d ruined our”The fucker…” muttered Javon.”So I’m not minded to let him ruin our day. I did come all this way and I didn’t quite get what I came for,” she smiled at him.His face brightened and he smiled back. “I was anxious about asking you back to my crib…”She shook a disbelieving head at him. “So you took me to the rest-room! You, young man, have some lessons to learn.” She moved close to him. “And I’m going to enjoy teaching you some of them.” She felt his hard cock pushing against her through their clothes and her smile widened as she looked up at him.***The advantage of a vehicle like Georgia’s was that you could move the front seat back and get a nice lot of room. The advantage of an area like Gainston was that there were plenty of quite private locations within easy reach of the mall. The vehicle was now packed up in one and Javon was lying back and feeling like the Emperor of the World as Georgia resumed the blow job that had been so rudely interrupted. “Damn, that’s good,” he muttered as she ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft.Georgia felt just as good. She’d come for her first real-life and in-person experience with a Black cock and she was not going to be denied by anything. She savoured the warm hard flesh of his cock in her hand and her mouth. She devoted her full attention to his pleasure and to getting what she wanted. She needed to feel how hard he was for her, how much he desired her and how much he wanted to possess her. Javon was a very handsome young man and she’d had years as a wife and mom the wrong side of 30. It felt so good to be desired by a man like him – who she was sure could have his pick of the local girls. It gave her back her confidence. Hard male flesh did not lie and soon she would make him cum and that didn’t lie either.She’d been waiting to feel his fingers on her head and when she felt them she knew he was close. He grunted again and then she felt his cum spurt into her mouth. It’d been a long time and Georgia had almost forgotten that salty taste on her tongue. She concentrated on relaxing and letting him spend himself in her. Then she carefully pulled her head off his cock with her mouth tightly shut and a mischievous look in her eyes.Javon panted a couple of times and re-focused after his orgasm. He watched her as she carefully opened her mouth to show him the semen pooled in there. Then she closed her mouth and very obviously swallowed. Her mouth opened again this time to reveal it was empty.Javon loved it! His little joyful laugh was soon echoed by Georgia and the couple hugged. “A good woman cannot be denied her prize,” she said.”Don’t know if you a good woman but you sure are as fucking hot as hell baby,” responded Javon. “Time I did my bit,” he pulled the lever that moved her seat back and gave him room to move in front of her.”Ooohhhh,” cooed Georgia, “that’s a nice surprise.” His hands pushed her short skirt up and revealed her naked pink pussy.”You think I’d miss out on this,” scolded Javon playfully, “you need to know there are some things I don’t need to learn.” She felt his breath on her pussy lips and then his tongue began to explore her, gently at first but with a steadily increasing intensity. It seemed someone had taught him well – his attentions increased in intensity but not in speed. He acted like a man who was in no rush, who would spend all day to get her off if necessary. A man who would savour the task. Georgia basked in the feeling and the sensations. It had been so long, ridiculously long.Her orgasm didn’t feel like an earthquake, she didn’t scream with passion or kick a hole in the car roof. No, none of that but she did feel really, really, good and let Javon know it. He nodded his own satisfaction and then let himself up. His cock was hard again and she knew what the next act of this little drama was going to be. It was a close thing but her rational brain just managed to kick in.”Javon, a condom?””I’m clean, baby, don’t need one.”Which was an attitude that meant Georgia definitely wanted him wearing one – at least her logical brain did, her a****l passionate side wanted nothing more that to feel that warmth within her as he took her bare.”It’s not that Javon, it’s just that it’s been a while and I came off the pill…””Shit, you mean you might get knocked up.”Georgia nodded even as she saw the flash in his eyes. Not surprise or concern – it read more like desire. Her young bull seemed to relish the idea of ploughing a fertile field. She felt she could almost read his mind as he considered before finally reaching for the back pocket of his sweats.”So you DO come prepared,” she mock-scolded him.”If I’ve gotta act like a fuckin’ boy scout,” he muttered.”Just be careful and don’t be poking a hole in that thing. It’s a tricky time of the month and just one of those potent swimmers of yours could do the job.” A little white lie but she was feeling in a playful mood.His look at her was again one of burning desire. She knew what he wanted – to throw the condom out of the car window and fuck her hard till he coated her lily-white eggs with potent African seed. She also knew that her a****l brain wanted to take the condom from him herself and urge him to give her a baby. Fortunately, her logical mind was in charge. A coffee-coloured half-sibling for Charli would be difficult to explain!Javon broke the moment as he looked down to apply his condom and then moved up to her as she lay exposed and vulnerable to him. As his latex-covered cock reached her she put out a hand. “Javon, I want you to know, your my first.”He looked at her in confusion – after all he’d met her daughter.She read his mind. “No, I mean my first real man – my first Black man.”Now he understood and smiled. “Watch me go in, baby, watch my big Black cock racially integrate that pretty pink pussy of yours. Might be the first but I’m betting there ain’t no way I’ll be the last.” Then as she watched he pushed home against warm, wet, yielding white flesh.”Oh God,” said Georgia. Again it was the intensity. Feeling him enter her – seeing him enter her. It was a point of no return. Now she’d always be a white woman who fucked Blacks, a race traitor according to half the people she’d grown up around. She didn’t care – it felt fucking amazing. It felt like sex should feel and like sex hadn’t felt for way too long.Javon was young and enthusiastic – working up a sweat as he fucked her but soon Georgia felt that there was still something missing. She needed to take charge. She signalled to Javon who soon understood what she wanted. He sank down into the seat and she moved on top of him. She held his latex-sheathed cock upright and then pushed herself down onto it. That felt better – it had always been her best position to come. She could control the action and direct him where her pussy needed him to be. She worked up and down a few times savouring the feeling – but then she knew again that it wasn’t enough. She wanted the real deal and wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less.”You weren’t lying were you Javon?””What about baby?””About being clean.””Shit no, just had my medical for the Army. Passed with flying colours.”Georgia stopped and lowered herself so he was fully in her. It was decision time. He might be just spinning her a line but she doubted it. She made her decision and leaned forward to share a deep kiss with him. Finally, she smiled at him and eased herself off him just long enough to remove the condom. Then she sank herself back onto the now bare Black cock.”Oh fuck,” beamed Javon not really believing what he had just seen happen.”Oh fuck indeed,” replied Georgia her eyes sparkling. She knew instantly that this was what she needed. No half measures, no second thoughts and no regrets. She wanted this to be raw and primal and to end as it should end – with them both satisfied and his seed deep inside her. She began to move her body up and down making sure that his hard cock exerted just the right pressure where she needed it most. It was an act of pure concentration, of consummate skill. Javon gasped and relished the way she was making him feel. This was why if you only fucked young girls you were a damn fool. Only a woman who knew what she needed and knew how to get it could give you an experience like this.Soon Georgia was panting too with her exertions and the effect they were having on her body. Just at the moment she felt herself start to tire Javon’s arms caught her hips and he began to power his cock in and out of her fast. She wailed her release and was still shuddering when she heard him warn her, “I’m gonna shoot Georgia, get off quick.”Georgia had already ‘got off’ in a sexual sense and the way she was feeling there was no way she was robbing herself of the fitting end to this. She pushed herself back onto his cock as far as she could go and heard him moan as he filled her with his cum.”Shit, Georgia, I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it – you were too good.”Georgia smiled. “Don’t worry – it should be OK. I’m outside my most fertile time. I just wanted to see what you would do if I told you otherwise.” She looked down at her pussy and opened her lips to show his seed inside. “Seems you liked the idea of filling me up,” she giggled.”At that minute I didn’t want anything else in the whole world,” admitted Javon, “but the thought of paying c***d support sort of takes the shine off the idea I guess.””You don’t need to tell me,” admitted Georgia, “but it was fucking good wasn’t it?” Her last question seemed to crave reassurance.Javon was happy to provide it as he hugged her. “It was pure dope, baby, thass the best pussy I’ve ever had,” he murmured into her pink ear and then rang his tongue around it making her giggle again.”You make me feel like a school-girl Javon, what am I doing here making out in a car? Am I crazy?””Crazy fucking hot, baby, crazy fucking hot.”Georgia clung to him – to his youth, to his strength, to his masculinity. “Thank you for your service Javon,” she murmured.OwnedGeorgia had got used to the files now. This one, like all the others, arrived with no prior warning. Again there was the dim lighting and the grainy quality which forced her to watch in a darkened room with her attention fully on the screen. She saw a pair of men’s shoes striding over carpeted floor and then through a door. He paused, “Are you ready for me in there?””She’s ready hun,” came a response from a cheerful female voice.”Good.” Now the camera proceeded forward to find an African-American woman beside a kneeling figure. The girl wore the black leather hood and the cloak of thin dark fabric cut by her Master in the previous video. She was easily identifiable from her tattoo and her piercings as the young woman who had featured in the other videos but her actual identity remained protected.”So, I asked you if you wished to return here as part of the game – is that correct?”The black leather hood nodded assent.”I told you what would be expected of you – have you agreed to fulfil that expectation.”The hooded figure nodded again.”Then get them and show me.”The girl got up and walked to a bag resting on a chair. She took a small box out of the bag and presented them to her master. The Black woman came and examined the box. “Yeah that’s them. Mircette.”The male voice grunted his approval.”Girl – you know what to do,” said Leez.The camera followed the girl as she walked down a passageway and through a door into a bathroom. A hand lifted the toilet lid as the girl removed a couple of blister packs from the box.”These your only birth control?”The hooded head nodded.”You sure about that.”The nodding was more insistent.”Well go ahead then.”The girl bent over the toilet bowl and carefully, almost ceremonially, popped each of the pills out of the blister packs and into the toilet bowl. The camera never moved as it recorded every moment of the process.When she finished the girl looked at her master.”You know what to do.”The girl reached out and flushed the toilet. The camera watched as the pills were swept away forever.”That monthly blood test – you remember that you signed for me to receive a copy of the results too?”The girl nodded.”Well, I will know if you ever take birth control pills again – and that will see you expelled from the game. Understood.” His tone was firm and authoritative.The girl nodded.”You’re still going to be fucking Black guys – in fact your going to be fucking Black only from now on. Understood.”The girl nodded.”You also going to be fucking more different Black guys and fucking Black guys more often. We’re going to be raising your game. Understood.”Again the girl nodded.”All while off the pill – and we’ll be telling the men that so expect nearly all their seed to be put as deep in you as they can from now on. Lots of them gonna be real eager to knock up a pretty little white girl like you. Understood and agree to all that?”The hesitation was infinitesimal and then the head nodded twice.The camera went very close to the girl as her Master apparently kissed and hugged her. “Proud of you baby – you’ve proved worthy of my gifts if you wish to accept them. First…”Leez came forward and placed a necklace on the girl. It was tight around her exposed neck forming a black leather choker with the letters ‘B – O – S’ spelled out in brilliants on the front.”For ‘Black Owned Slut’,” explained her Master. “I will expect you to wear it at all times when playing the game – and at other times when instructed. You wish to accept it? You may speak”The girl nodded. “Thank you Master – its beautiful.” Again her voice seemed to have been processed to avoid recognition.”Like you honey,” said the Black woman. “Now for your second gift. Do you know how to use one of these?” She held out a box.The girl took and opened the box.”If you don’t you’d best find out real quick,” said her Master. “From now on the rules are simple. Outside the game you don’t fuck without this and a condom for the man. Within the game you will fuck bare and will only wear the diaphragm if specifically instructed to in advance. As for white guys…””I’m Black only,” the girl interrupted him.The Black woman embraced her. “That’s right, baby. But not just for Black MEN and your master has agreed to lend you to me for tonight.”The camera picked up the widening of the girl’s eyes.”Don’t worry, sweetness, you are REALLY going to enjoy this. Leez will give you a true education,” the man laughed.”If you’ll let me,” said the Black woman. It was supposedly a request but it wasn’t spoken as a question but rather with total confidence as to the answer.”Yes please, er, Mistress.””Only your Mistress for tonight – that’s more my husband’s bag. In the meantime though you’d best get into that bedroom and get yourself naked…”The clip faded out into blackness as the girl moved forward into an adjoining room followed by the African-American woman.***”How do you know what I’m feeling Master?””Do I know what you are feeling?””Sometimes you seem to – with what you ask me and those videos you send me.””You enjoy the videos I send you?””Yes, yes I do. But I need to know who the girl is.””One day you may meet her. As for me knowing what you need – this isn’t my first time round the track you know.””I know, Master.””But each of you is special and each of you is individual. My satisfaction is in deciding exactly how to bring you to your fullest potential as a player of ‘the game’. My pleasure is in taking you as I found you and bringing you forward to where you need to be.””Where is that, Master?””You know that already. To where you can wear a choker like the girl in the video and it seem right to every Black man or woman who sees you and, most important of all, to you yourself.””I have to wear a necklace like her’s.””Not necessarily. There are other ways. We will explore some as we proceed. Do you understand? Do you agree?””Yes Master.”Status Symbols and Obligations”I thought we might go to the beach. It’s so hot for early May.” Georgia was looking at her daughter.Charli looked like she was going to agree but then was momentarily flustered. “Er, no thanks Mom, we’ve been studying dermatology and I’m sort of paranoid about getting sunburnt at the moment.”‘No k**ding,’ thought Georgia. Charli had always been like most young women in that in hot weather she generally liked to show as much skin as would pass for decent. However, on this visit and, come to think of it, on the last as well she had been careful to keep herself covered up. Short sleeves maybe, but nothing more.”That’s what high-factor lotion is for Charli – so you can feel the sun on your back but be protected. Come on – you know that! Besides, I know how you love to swim! I can’t believe you’ve not got a tan,” she playfully reached out to pull up the back of her daughter’s shirt.”Hey, no Mom,” Charli jumped away from her and seemed suddenly panicked. “I kind of like to keep my skin its natural colour nowadays.”Georgia let the subject lie. It seemed important for some reason she couldn’t guess. Well, she probably could guess. When girls got flustered like that for no reason it was pretty certain that men were at the back of it. Funny, though, because Charli had never liked being so pale.”Well young lady, if not the beach what DO you want to do? Let me guess – shopping?””At Gainston?”Georgia laughed to herself. No, she was highly unlikely ever to go there again. “I have an errand I have to run if you can keep yourself amused.””Oh I’ll come too – anything to get away from my books for a while. Do you know where you have to go?””Neiman Marcus. Do you know where they are in the city?”Charli’s eyes opened in surprise. Her mother dressed pretty well and wasn’t on poverty row but Neiman Marcus certainly wasn’t her usual port of call. It was a long cry from Gainston mall! Charli’s budget until recently had been more thrift store than luxury boutique but she answered without considering that fact. “Yes, they aren’t so far away. I was there a while ago.”Now it was her mother who was surprised. “Either waiting tables pays a LOT better than I remembered or your father has raised your allowance!”Her daughter again looked a little flustered and her explanation, “They don’t charge to look, Mom,” didn’t come across entirely naturally. Georgia was a little disappointed. She and her daughter had always been close and, outside of a couple of fraught teenage years, her daughter had never really felt the need to be so defensive with her. Perhaps living apart meant that they were also growing apart. The thought saddened her though she knew that perhaps that was how it had to be.Georgia made a concious effort to smile and to put her daughter as much at ease as possible. “I guess I’ll probably just be looking too, honey.” She was relieved to see her daughter return her smile.***Her Master’s voice had come silky smooth and deep through Georgia’s newly purchased head-phones. So much better and more intimate than her tinny old speakers.”I was impressed by your return to the mall with Javon. You took several steps there that I thought we would have to negotiate separately. It suggests that you are ready to enter a new stage of our relationship – to advance a level in ‘the game’.”Georgia felt a warm burst of pleasure at the knowledge that she had pleased him. “Do you think I am ready Master?” She sub-consciously sought for more of his praise.”Well, we will see won’t we. The time has come for me to make an investment in you and for you to make a real commitment to ‘the game.’ Do YOU feel ready for that?””Yes, I think so Master.”There was silence for a long, long, thirty seconds and then Georgia knew what had to be done.”Yes, I’m certain Master.””Good, I’ll send you details of what I expect you to secure before we proceed onwards.”The document arrived a few seconds later and he watched his monitor as she opened it and her eyes widened.”You see that I like my participants to have the best and to look the best. We changed your wardrobe when we entered this process and now as we level up you will be changing it again. These items are at the more high-end of the spectrum, an excellent means of proving your commitment as a participant. I hope you agree?””But these shoes and this coat. They are wonderful but the prices are ridiculous. $1,500 dollars for a pair of boots, $1,000 for a pair of shoes and $750 for this other pair that I’d just break my ankle in. I’m not being funny – I just can’t afford $5,000 for a coat!””Those boots and shoes are not just any boots or shoes. You know the value of branding. These are Christian Louboutin – particular favourites of myself and many men. I want to see you wearing them and I know that they will grace you as one of my best projects.””But they are so expensive.””That coat is not just a coat. It’s a belted Italian leather coat by Bottega Veneta. Can’t you imagine how good it will look on you and what potential it has for our future activities?””But I can’t afford them.” Her voice was defeated.”Can’t you Georgia? Perhaps you don’t have that sort of money to spare but you are much better off than many who play ‘the game’ under my tutelage. They have moved forward without risking a single dollar that they already held.””How, Master?”He noticed the return of the ‘Master’ and knew that he had her. She was desperate to find a way to remain in ‘the game’ and he was going to provide one. One she would never normally have taken but which in the circumstances…”You need additional income and in navigating stage One you have already encountered several means of earning money. I will purchase the boots for you as a gift. I expect you to invest the remaining $6,750 that is required.”He saw she was mentally doing the arithmetic. Working out how much spare income she had. Whether she could cover the expense without taking his suggestion. It was time to put her to the test.”Georgia – these items will not only be purchases they will also be symbolic of your progress. That is why not one penny of their purchase price can come from your old life. You will have to earn every dollar while participating in ‘the Game.’ After each session you will request someone known to me to count your earnings on camera and you will then send the video to me. Then I will know that you have earned every one of those 6,750 dollars according to the rules. You understand?”Georgia was silent – pondering the enormity of what he asked. Yes, she’d seen ways of making money as she had progressed. Dancing in the Club and the Champagne Lounge, taking men to the Private Rooms and, of course, working a shift in the booths at the porn store with a queue of customers waiting their turn to use her mouth. She shivered at the prospect – a shiver of fear and of desire. Hadn’t she been fantasising about doing all of those things? But there was such a gulf, a yawning chasm, between the fantasy and the reality.”You want me to be a whore for you,” she finally whispered.”As I read it I’m ending up $1,500 down on the deal. No, you won’t be working to make money for me. Every minute that you work will be taking you closer to your goals: to securing these symbols of your new self; to looking ever more desirable for the Black man; to moving forward in ‘the Game’; and, to pleasing your Master.”If you’d asked him he could have told you what a huge percentage of his participants came from very religious backgrounds. He knew that Georgia was from a Brethren family and they weren’t just religious they were ‘zip fasteners are Satan’s play-things’ crazy folks. She’d long broken with that but the upbringing was still taking effect even if it was rebounding in a way that had most certainly never been planned by those stern old puritans. The tendency to accept authority if it was authoritative enough. The tendency to respect rules and to want to follow them to the best of her ability. The tendency to pursue a path to its ultimate conclusion even if that left you on the ragged edge instead of in the safe middle of the herd. All of that was wired into Georgia’s psyche. Yes, it really was no coincidence just how many of the Master’s best participants had come from similar backgrounds.”There’s still been no commitment, Georgia. You CAN leave now. As I said before – no harm and no foul.” The words were fair but did she detect a slight mocking tone – as if he knew that she would not be leaving. Or maybe she only thought that because she was so aware of how impossible the idea of leaving ‘the game’ had subtly become. It was like any addiction, it seemed, you only knew the point of no return when you were already well beyond it.She saw his hand tap his desk on her monitor. It was the only sign her Master ever gave of slight impatience. It was enough.”Where can I get my shoes, Master?””Good girl,” he said and then he told her.***Charli had made a pretence of browsing the amazing selection of clothing and accessories on offer but she had been on edge ever since her mother had suggested coming here. It was so out of character for her. Charli had a strong feeling in the pit of her stomach that she knew what was behind this. She was shocked – this was her Mom after all – but she knew that she really had very little right to be offended. Her reaction to her own initial upbringing by her strict grand-parents left her distinctly uncomfortable about taking up such an attitude even if she had been minded to. She’d seen an awful lot of premium-grade hypocrisy in her young life and had always been quite determined never to travel that road if she could help it.However, what she really did need to know was whether her suspicions were right. She almost u*********sly found herself drifting back to the footwear section of the boutique. She looked around her and quickly spotted her mother with an attendant. She wanted to hide behind the store fittings and observe from afar but realised just how bad that would look if her mom spotted her. So she took a deep breath and then approached them.Did she imagine that little glance of panic from her mother. Perhaps because the attendant flustered Charli herself with his breezy, “Oh, hello again madam. What a joy to see you here with us again.”She remembered him too – a rather camp, fussy little white man in an impeccably tailored suit. It was very inconvenient that he remembered her so well. “Lovely to come shopping with friends – especially when we are spoiling ourselves.” He gave Georgia a little wink as he said the last phrase.”This is my daughter,” said Georgia. She had been looking at Charli but now her attention returned to the job at hand.”Your daughter – now I know you are telling me fibs. No, well I hope she recommended us to you. I know she has very good taste.””Yes, yes,” murmured Georgia. She seemed not even to have heard him. Her attention was focused on the amazing creations that he had just placed on her newly measured feet.”Pigalle Follies – really a classic of the Christian Louboutin range but here in Loubi Metalgloss. A simple 4 inch heel supporting a shoe of liquid-sleek red and black snakeskin. With the right lipstick and nail-polish the effect is amazing – but of course wasted on me.” He tittered at his own joke. Then he turned the shoe over, “Observe the trademark flash of red from the underside of the shoe. Signalling excitement and possibly danger.” The last line was delivered with all the panache of an Edwardian actor-manager’s stage whisper. Charli remembered him using the same line on her!”You are so right not to try to skimp on heels,” the attendant continued. “These are wonderfully generous to both the feet and your posture. If necessary we can recommend a calzolaio to adjust your own pair to measure before we send them out. However, these are fitting beautifully – try them.”Georgia had been a ‘practical shoes’ person forever. However, she had owned plenty of pairs of heels before and the rhythmn of successfully walking in them soon came back to her. It seemed the basic technique was the same even when the shoes cost 50 times as much!”Oh yes – I think they look marvellous, simply stunning. Don’t you agree?”Charli did have to agree. They were statement shoes and her mother was most definitely going to be noticed in them!The attendant pulled over the next box. “It’s like Christmas isn’t it,” he tittered as he produced the most amazing pair of boots that Georgia had ever seen.”Eloise Botta in Black veau velours – the PERFECT thigh-high boots for a woman like yourself who has wonderful legs. Again a 4-inch heel – enough to be adult but not too difficult to manage. Try them on.”They felt wonderful – and they looked amazing too. Georgia had always been proud of the shape of her legs but these took them to a whole new level. There was no two ways around it. As soon as she put them on she felt … sexy. She wasn’t a housewife any more – she felt like a goddess. It wasn’t just the extra height – it was knowing what signals the boots sent. They could be practical but that most definitely was not their primary purpose. They were there to send a message and to attract attention. She wanted them and she knew that her Master had already bought them for her.”I know,” the attendant said, “they are amazing aren’t they. But just wait until you see these!”If you drew a caricature of a pair of vicious heels then it would look like this third pair. The heel seemed impossibly tall and thin. The arch in the foot was brutally steep and the contrast between the black patent leather and the scarlet under-sole was shockingly stark “Lady Peep,” announced the attendant with his eyes sparkling, “six inch heels supporting pure elegance. Try them.”Georgia cautiously got to her feet and tottered a little before she, with infinite care, took a few steps.”Practice, practice, practice,” said the attendant, “but it will be so worth it. He got to his knees beside her and traced a finger-tip up from the heels to her thigh always remaining perhaps a quarter of an inch from her leg. “Just look at that line – it’s perfection. You are cheating legs as fine as this if you are not wearing the absolute best.”Charli had to admit that her Mom did look amazing. But the best was yet to come.The attendant had an almost religious reverence as he produced the final item put aside for Georgia. “Bottega Veneta,” he said in terms of reverence. “The finest of Italian leather in Black reaching to below knee-length. A simple classic design but cut to the female form. A belt to produce a tight fitting and a placket to conceal buttons. Don’t take the Lady Peeps off – see the effect together.”Georgia looked at herself in the full-length mirror. She knew who she was – she was a housewife and School Administrator in her mid-thirties. However, the woman looking back at her from the mirror didn’t look like that. She looked elegant and sophisticated and … sexy – yes she looked damned hot!”All to your satisfaction? If you could just sign and give the delivery address.” Georgia was on cloud nine and signed with a flourish. That was that. The commitment was made.***The next afternoon. as Georgia was on the freeway back home ready to prepare for another week at school, her daughter was deep in thought. Finally, she went to her smaller wardrobe, the one always kept carefully locked, and removed the artfully-arranged objects that masked some of her most precious possessions hidden away at the back of the dark space.Three boxes – each with that familiar Louboutin logo. Each containing a pair of the designer’s statement footwear, each sporting his trade-mark flash of scarlet on the under-side. They really were her most precious possessions – she had worked so hard for them and they represented a very important side of herself. One that had to remain secret for the time being but which she knew might demand to be heard at some time in the future. Next to the three boxes were others sporting various well-known labels. When she had paid for the Louboutins she had found it impossible to even contemplate ending her new career in the clubs.Besides, she was in serious demand. It wasn’t about the money – it was the excitement and the raw sexuality of it. She knew she could make three times the money at some of the up-scale clubs but she had tried it and it just hadn’t had the same buzz to it. She loved working her four clubs – the four clubs in the area with an almost 100% African-American clientele. It helped that she wouldn’t bump into any fellow students on her course but she couldn’t pretend that was the real reason. No, she wanted to dance and be desired by men that she also desired – and that meant Black men. They paid her their tribute and she used it to pay her expenses, build her bank account and just sometimes get herself a treat or two. It was working out well for everyone.Her name was getting around though. A man had approached her just the previous week when she’d been dancing in Barksdale. He wanted her to go up to H-Town and work the clubs there. H-Town in general had a pretty terrible reputation but the clubs were absolutely something else. A few high-roller venues and then a rapid slide down to the cluster of clubs known as the ‘Meat Market.’ She’d heard stories about the ‘Meat Market’. They scared her but she also knew that they sent a frisson through her whole being. She danced to feel the raw energy of desire and to navigate that sharp edge of sexuality and lust. If she went to H-Town she knew she would inevitably gravitate to the place where she would find that in it’s most undiluted form. She wasn’t ready for that.She looked around her little room. She was going to have to move soon – she needed more space and if she took the lease on a place she could pick her own house-mates. No puritans, racists or white boys need apply! Of course, she’d been worrying about how to explain that to Mom. That seemed a very small issue now.She accepted that she’d only learned about ‘the Game’ courtesy of borrowing her Mom’s old laptop but she’d always assumed Georgia’s investigations had been out of mere curiosity. She’d never have dreamt that her Mom would ever do something like this!It was obvious, however, that that was exactly what she was doing. The previous afternoon’s events just weren’t explainable in any other way. Which raised the question of what, if anything, Charli was going to do about it. Should she try to stop her Mom? That seemed the height of hypocrisy. Should she tell her Mom about her own activities? The very idea made her courage shrivel like a salted slug. Should she just leave things as they were? But what if something happened – she had seen enough to know there were risks and dangers out in the world of the night. It was a sort of a crazy part of the attraction for her – but for her Mom?Charli prided herself in her independence and her self-reliance but she recognised that she was out of her depth here. She needed advice. But who from? Her Master was the obvious candidate but wasn’t it also very possible that he was Mom’s Master. (Just the thought seemed to send her head reeling.) She didn’t know how that side of ‘the Game’ was organised. Did they all go the Louboutin route or was that just her own Master’s particular penchant?Then she thought of perhaps the person best qualified to give her advice. She hunted in her little desk’s drawers for the piece of paper she knew was there. She placed the call to the number.It rang a couple of times and then a familiar voice responded.”Hello.””Hello, um, Aunt Jess – it’s Charli.””Charli – I’m so happy to hear from you! How are you – how’s your mom?””That’s kinda why I’m ringing. I think I need to ask your advice about Mom … and about me too …”

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