My name is Christina Campion, Chrissie to my friends and Champion to everyone else. My family moved to the States from Brazil when I was thirteen, and I was thrust into sports immediately. My Mom thought it would help me make friends, my father knew better though. Sports didn't make me any friends, but they made me a winner. I've dominated at everything I've ever tried. I was all state in Soccer, and my team took top in our division Volleyball in High School. I got a free ride to college on sports scholarships, but even college-level athletes posed no challenge. I learned a lot my freshmen year though, mostly about the differences between boys and men. I was as good at sex as I was at everything else, word got around and I became pretty popular. This didn't win me any more friends than sports did though, well, except for June.
Juniper Maki was my dorm-mate in my second semester, and she was the first person to ever understand me. She saw men how I did, as conquests, challenges to be surmounted by "real women". She kept a comically large dildo on her desk, and would cut notches in it after each victory. She was working her way up for what she called "the ultimate challenge". It was called "The Queen of Spades Gauntlet" a no-breaks marathon of pleasure through some house in Atlanta. Apparently a friend of hers organized it a few years back and no one had completed it since. That was all I needed to hear, I knew I would beat it. There were a few obstacles though. First of all, I had never been with a black man, let alone eight of them. Secondly, I had never been in a gangbang before. The last hurdle that had to be jumped, was my lack of any red dresses, which apparently was required for this event. Everyone has a weakness, even me, and mine is shopping. I'm just not great at it. So, with a little goading, I took June with me to pick out what she called a "Fuck'em Dress", but it just wasn't me. I convinced June that if I was going to do this, I'd do it my way.
The week before the event, June and I were going over my strategy.
"Alright J, be real with me, that thing they say about black guys-" I started but she cut me off.
"Oh yeah," she said, grinning ear to ear, "so huge."
I gulped, I usually got a little nervous before competitions, but this was ridiculous. I was anxious, excited and terrified all at once, not to mention very wet.
"What else do I need to know?" I asked.
"I've tried twice before, and I really don't know what to tell you..." She said with a chuckle, "I've never made it past the first room."
I could hardly believe that, I had never met anyone as insatiable as June.
"How did your friend do it?" I asked, grasping at straws.
"Oh, Shiloh?" June responded, "She practically lives black cock."
I began to think I might be in over my head already, but I've never backed down from a challenge. Not ever.That friday morning, June and I took the train to Atlanta. On the ride, I told her my plan. I had been working my way up with an oversized dildo for the last week and I was certain I could handle whatever the boys could swing at me. I had also packed my long red jersey top and my black short-shorts that made my ass look incredible. June took one look at the jersey and sighed heavily.
"That's not a Fuck'em Dress, Chrissy..." She said scoldingly.
"I know, but I'm not a Fuck'em Girl, I'm a winner." I said with a grin.
The rest of the ride consisted of June regaling me with tales of the big black bulls she's bedded in the past, and occasionally rambling about her friend Shiloh as if she were a movie star. I'm not above admitting that by the end of the ride, I'm was squirming with excitement. We went to the hotel, and June helped me do my make-up. Also not my strong point. She went a little heavy on the mascara, but she said it was important for "Psychological Warfare" so I didn't complain. She said the same thing about the bright red lipstick. I threw on the long red jersey, my crotch-less black fishnets and the short-shorts.
"Look, don't get too worn out on the first few guys, the faster you make them cum, the faster you can move on." June said as I pulled my auburn hair into a loose ponytail.
"I got this J, I'm the champ, remember?" I said, drawing two thick lines of eye-black under my eyes. "This is my game face." I said pulling on a ball cap backwards and steeling myself. It was 8:45, game time.
June and I took the bus to the guy's house, apparently he was some local rap producer with an in-house studio. We walked up to the porch and there were two tall black men in tailored suits standing in front of the door.
"Which one of you signed up?" The first one said, looking us over with a visible hunger.
"She did, I'm just here to see Shiloh." June said, pointing at me.
"She's upstairs with Darnell." He responded, opening the door and letting June through.