I lie down on the bed and he gets in with me. He runs his hand down my arm.
"I'm sorry," I say trying to hold back the tears.
"For what," he asks.
"All this," I reply as I turn over to him, "I just don't know what the fuck was wrong with me. I mean this just turned out as an experiment but it ballooned out of control."
"It's okay," he says in a low tone, "so what do we do now?"
"This is going to sound stupid," I say.
"What," he asks.
"It's stupid."
"Just say it," he laughs.
"I want an," I pause, "this is really stupid, but, I want an all black gangbang."
"What," he says in amazement.
"I told you it was stupid," I say almost laughing.
"If you want it," he says.
"Can you arrange it," I ask while finally turning over to face him.
"I guess," he laughs.
"Well," I start, "can you? I'll take care of all the other arrangements, I want it done at a hotel."
"I know some people who'd want to do it," he says.
"If I do this I want them all to leave me alone after we have this thing," I say sternly, "can you make sure of that?"
"I think so," he says in an unsure tone.
"Should I write a contract," I ask.
"No, just tell them up front," he assures me.
"Good," I say in a stern voice, "I want to be fucking left alone after I do this."
"No problem," he says.
"I'll take care of the hotel and shit," I laugh.
"Do that then," he says.
"I want it done this Saturday," I say before kissing him.
We then fall asleep.
The next morning I reserved a hotel suite at one of the best places in town. I called it in and sounded completely white. I have a great plan for my entrance and I want to shock the hotel. I'm going to wear nothing but the hip-hop clothes that I own, and act real stupid for the hotel clerks. And yes I wrote a contract for Robert and the rest of the gang-bangers to sign. It states that they'll never contact me after we do this thing. I hope they can uphold their end of the bargain. I then tell Robert that all the gang-bangers must follow me into the hotel like a kind of entourage. I can't wait for it. It's going to be fucking great. I barely sleep the entire week, and then Saturday finally roles around.
I find all my hip-hop style clothes. I make sure I look ghetto as fuck; the hotel staff is going to love me. I look at myself in the mirror before Robert calls me and lets me know the guys are waiting for me. I do one last look over and I run out of the house. I drive as fast as I can to the hotel and see Robert with a group of like seven black guys. I park my car and they follow me as I enter the hotel lobby.
I can only imagine what the people think of us walking through the lobby of an expensive hotel, looking like something out of a rap video. A hot fucking white bitch and several black guys following behind me, the other guests must think I'm crazy. We finally make it to the front desk.
"May I help you," the female clerk says in a nervous tone.