Please see my profile regarding my 'universe' before you have conniptions about how nobody worries about STD's or pregnancy. Also, if you have nothing nice to say, then don't say it! I realize it has been quite a long time since the original, but the real world got in the way in several ways. There was a reader of the first story that requested a sequel and to that person I apologize for taking so long. I hope you enjoy this sequel.
Black is Black (the sequel)
It has been ten months since I left my husband of 6 years to live with Tyrone, my black, I guess, boyfriend. I'm not too sure what kind of label I can pin on our relationship. We don't have a traditional boyfriend/girlfriend thing going on. Ty always talks about how he 'owns' my body and that I'm his sex slave and personal slut. I know many people would find this kind of treatment abhorrent and I probably would have 2 years ago, but now I love it. I've loved everything that Ty has had me do. He was the first person to fuck my ass, he had me fuck a bunch of his football buddies in my first gangbang, he turned me on to sex with another woman and, I'm sure, there will be many more delights to look forward to in the future.
I was living with Ty in a nice apartment on the top floor of the building he owns. The ground floor houses the Blue Diamond Jazz Club where I met Ty on the fateful night when I was there with a gaggle of gals from my office. Ty told me he had plans for the parts of the ground floor that wasn't part of the Jazz club, but to date he hasn't enlightened me about those plans.
What sets us apart is that Ty is very black and I'm very white. I come from Nordic stock, so my skin is porcelain white, my short hair is platinum blonde and my eyes are bright blue. Ty's bedroom is festooned with mirrors and I love looking at the contrast of our skin colors while we fuck. It's one of the biggest turn-ons for me.
On this particular night, I was sitting in the club with Ty and he turned to me and said, "I think I know what I want to do with the old dance hall."
I looked at him as I sipped my soda water and asked, "What did you have in mind?"
"I'm thinking that I'll start a very private gentleman's club. Membership will cost, say, $10,000 a year and new members will have to be referred by standing members and will be thoroughly vetted prior to acceptance."
I thought for a second and said, "Okay, that sounds pretty secure, so I'm guessing that there will be illicit things going on like sex and drugs?"
Ty smiled and said, "No drugs. I don't want any of that shit, but yeah, some sort of sex thing. Maybe strippers, nude waitresses, lap dances, that sort of thing. What do you think?"
I chuckled and said, "It sounds interesting. You know those small rooms could be set up for more intimate things."
Ty smiled and said, "I'm liking the way you think. So, how would you like to work there?"
I smiled and asked, "Are you pimping me out? If you are I can think of a lot of things I'd like to do."
Ty laughed and said, "I bet you could. What do you have in mind?"
"Instead of strippers, how about live sex shows? We could have guy/girl shows, girl/girl shows, gangbangs, you name it. And you know me, I'd be happy to do any and all of that. The important thing is that we'd need classy women to perform and that may be an issue. We'd need classy waitresses too. The small rooms would have to be available to any guest to take any of the women, performers or waitresses to do whatever their little heart desires...at a price and a very steep price."
Ty stood up and said, "Come on, let's go take a look and see what we think might work."
I followed him into the room I had seen only once on my first visit to the club. I was pretty drunk at the time, so I didn't remember much. As we entered and Ty turned on the lights I thought that his plan had potential. The room was large and would take quite a bit of work and would have to exude class. I pointed out some things I thought would be great and some others that should be removed. There was a small stage already from the days when bands played there. It was very solidly built which was good. There was a nice large dressing room off to the left.
The small rooms for extracurricular activities for the guests were pretty nice, though they would require a lot of work as well. All in all, the facilities would be perfect, the only problem was personnel. I don't know a lot of uber horny women who exuded class and would be willing to fuck on stage and turn tricks with guests. We would also need male performers for the stage acts, but I was guessing they would be quite easy to find.
After we had checked out the ballroom, he and I returned upstairs to the apartment. He asked me my thoughts on the project, so I told him how I thought it would be fun to do, how the facility would be great once it was fixed up and my concerns about finding the right women for the sex acts. I also told him that security would be paramount since prostitution was illegal and we could all go to jail if we got busted.
Ty agreed with all of my points and then surprised me by saying, "If we do this then we will be equal partners in the enterprise."