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Phoenix Arrow
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Carefully I tuck my children into bed, pulling the blankets over their shoulders and kissing their foreheads goodnight. Gosh they look like such angels laying there falling asleep. I stand above them for a moment watching their peaceful faces and begin to envy them. Their lives are so simply at this point, not like mine. Oh did I envy them.
Turning off the lamp I slowly close the door behind me, careful not to make a sound. Moving down the hall I come upon my bedroom, where my wonderful husband lays fast asleep. I sigh contently at the sight, so glad I have a man like him. I truly am fortunate to have the family I have. To have a home like this, a wonderful car, and a good job. Yet... There has always been something missing. Something that I've secretly craved for a long, long time. Something that I can no longer go on without trying at least one time.
With the most guilty of feelings I take my purse off the nightstand and carefully close the bedroom door. I make as little noise as possible as I move towards the front of the house. It takes a lot of courage to turn that knob, but I do.
For twenty minutes I drive through the city. Even though I know where I'm going, I still feel lost. This is a big step I'm taking. Until now it had all been in my mind. My dreams, my fantasies. All safely tucked away in the back of my twisted brain since high school. Back when 'She' first stuck it in there.
I was leaving my family behind, if only briefly, to finally realize the desires of that day so long ago.
Turning the corner I instantly see them. Young hardly dressed women of the night walking up and down the street. White, Asian, Black, or Hispanic. All competing for the attention of the various dark tinted cars passing along their sides. I remain at the corner, my car running idle as I stare at the women, looking for the one I'm here to see.
"Last chance", I whisper to myself. I still didn't have to do this. As much as my cunt was begging to push the car forward my brain was pleading for me to turn the wheel around. To go back to my kids, my husband, my home. To be a normal woman who didn't need to act out her panty drenching fantasies.
I might have actually listened to my brain if I had not seen her a moment later. The dark complexion of the girl I had come to see was unmistakable. The girl who I had been watching walk up and down these streets for almost a month. The black girl I had chosen to abuse my body tonight like the black girl in high school never did.
Turning off my brain, my foot presses on the gas. Rounding the corner I move the car closer and closer. I could clearly see she was wearing her typical street outfit. Micro skirt hugging her ass, tight pink tube top revealing every curve and bump of her breasts, and of course those shiny red high heels.
I'm almost upon her when she finally turns my way and notices the green SUV rolling along side her. Pressing fully on the breaks, the car comes to a stop just as she taps on the passenger window. With one last deep breath I press it down.
I can see the look of surprise when she sees who the driver is, clearly not expecting a woman. She takes a moment to look into the back seat to see if there is anyone else, then looks back at me.
"Looking for a good time tonight Mrs?"
I shyly nod my head, too nervous to know what else to do.
She casually opens the unlocked door and gets in. I'm amazed that I've actually gotten this far, having a prostitute inside my car. The only question left to know is if she'd actually do what I ask once I tell her. If she can look past the odd nature of my request and satisfy what I crave from her.
"In here or someplace else?"
I look at her dumbly, mentally too buzzed to react to her question.
"You want to get your freak on in the car or someplace else?"
"Someplace else." I whisper, gaining slightly my senses.
"Ok, but your paying for the room as well."
I nod, then allow her to direct me a couple blocks until we arrive at a modest looking motel complex. The whole time that I'm driving I can see her looking at me out of the corner of my eye. I can tell she's trying to figure me out and discover what game I might be playing. Why would this normal looking white woman in an SUV be requesting services from a girl like her?
While she waited outside, I went into the lobby to get a room. The guy must have seen how nervous I was as my shaking hand signed for the room and took the key from him. Thankfully he didn't bother to ask of my troubles.
Room #4 was what he had given to me. The girl was waiting right there beside me as I fumbled to unlock the door. By now she had lost her earlier curiosity about me and was impatiently waiting for me to get it all over with. For a brief moment I consider backing out, questioning the craziness of my actions. What was I doing here? Did I really need this black woman to satisfy my deepest, oldest, most perverse fantasy? Wasn't masturbation good enough anymore?
Before pushing the door open, I look back one last time and see her pretty black face. No, masturbation just wouldn't do it for me any more.
I was ever so nervous as she sat there on the bed in silence, studying me, trying to figure out if I was legit or just as crazy as I sounded. I couldn't stop from fidgeting as she stared at me from the corner of the bed, making me feel like such a fool. Who asks such things? This was wrong.
"You want me to do what?"
I knew she wouldn't immediately understand. It's so complicated, yet so childish.
"I....want you to... (I took another watery swallow) ...Dominate Me!"
Again she stared at me, probably trying to form a picture of my absurdity in her mind. It wasn't forming quickly enough.
"Well, like how?"
Gosh I was hoping she wouldn't ask too many questions. I just pay her and she'd dominate me. What's so hard to understand?
"I want you to treat me....like....(I held my breath)...dirt!"
A smile crept across her pretty young face. A smile that told me she liked what she was hearing, even if so strange. Then the smile turned to one of greater curiosity.
"Why"
"Oh please, must we discuss this? I'm willing to pay...."
"Lady, its not every day that a fancy looking white woman with an SUV asks me to treat her like dirt. What's the catch?"
Catch? This girl wants to know if there's a catch? Can't she just say yes? Can't she just agree to punish me like that black bitch in high school should have?
"Either you tell me what you really are here for, or I'm out of here!"
With that she got to her feet and made for the door.
"WAIT!" I cried after her. I didn't get this close only to get denied. "Please don't go."
She turned around and looked directly at me.
"I....have this....fantasy..."
"Yes?....."
"Its about this girl I knew back in high school. A black girl."
"Go on!" She raised an eyebrow of perked curiosity as I lowered my gaze to the floor shamefully.
"Well, she and I...well...never really got along. You see she was one of the few black girls at the school at the time and well, my girl friends and I would made fun of her incessantly."
"That doesn't sound very nice of you." She now looked a little perturbed.
"Yes well....that's what young girls do to others who don't exactly 'fit in'."
"You don't have to tell me lady. I've grown up hearing the shit you white women say behind our backs."
A tingle went up my spine at those words. I was getting slightly worried that I might offend her. Yet the look in her eyes told me I better continue explaining myself.
"I...I think I may have been the worst to her. I was always one of the first girls to start something up, making fun of her hair, her cloths, her face, her background..."
"And she just took it? She never tried to get back at you?" I could definitely sense the anger in her voice.
"No, never. Until one day that is."
The young prostitute slowly made her way back to the bed where she sat on its edge, now apparently ready to here the real reason why we were both here. She looked at me with renewed interest.
"It happened on a day that I was particularly nasty to her. My friends and I just couldn't leave her alone in one of our classes and I could tell she was both miserable and angry at us for doing so. Yet as naive as I was, I thought nothing of how enraged we were actually making her. I should have seen it coming, but I simply wasn't prepared for what she had planed after school."
I could see that she was now very much interested in my story.
"Usually my two best friends and I headed home through the fields at the back of the school. We lived not too far from there and it was usually a rather quick walk. I guess she knew we'd be going through there again that day."
"And? Did she finally teach you bitch's a lesson?"
Another shiver went through my body. I knew what the answer to her question was. I've thought about it for all of my adult life.
"No, she didn't!"
The whore just sat there looking at me, waiting for more explanation.
"Later that day, as we rounded the corner of the school, she surprised the three of us from behind. All I heard was my name being shouted, and by the time I finished turning around, a black hand had hit me HARD across my face. I saw stares as I stumbled back. The next thing I knew I was being pushed hard against a wall, her face inches away from mine. Both my friends were cowering on their knees, their cheeks red as well."
A defiant smile went from ear to ear on the black prostitute, obviously approving of the actions taken thus far by the black heroin in my story.
"I tried to fight her off, to push her away from me. But after several more slaps, I had tears in my eyes and was totally powerless. When I felt her fingers around my neck, my attention was completely hers."
"What else did she do?"
"Not much else physically. She simply held my neck tightly in her hand as she berated me. Cursing my friends and I, calling us horrible horrible names."
"Tell me what she called you girls."
"She...called us.....Stupid White Racist Cunts!
The whore nodded approvingly. I just knew my checks were red with shame.
"By the time she was done yelling, she had thoroughly assured that I would NEVER bother her again. Releasing my neck from her grasp I fell to my knees where she spat on me before storming off past my friends.
