Paul sat down to the bar next to his coworker, Grant, for a after-work drink. It was time to celebrate. Grant had landed the position of full partner at their downtown law firm. Paul waved at the bartender who slid a short glass half full of Johnny Walker down to his waiting hand. Grant loosened his tie, and without asking, had a cold Corona complete with lime slice set down in front of him. The two men clinked their drinks together and smiled.
"Well, another week shot to hell, eh Paul?" asked Grant with a little nudge. He was grinning ear to ear.
"Yeah, You should have seen the look on your face when the old man gave you the news. I was glad I was there to see it. I was supposed to be in court today, but it looks like they want to settle. Enough about work. When's your wife supposed to get here?"
"Kenzie should be here any minute. She's getting her nails done." Grant replied as he pushed the lime down into the bottle.
"Rachel said she'd be here, but it looks-ah, there she is." Paul said as his redhead wife came through the entrance. She was dressed to kill and Paul gave a subtle glance over his shoulder to see Grant's eyes widen as she approached them. She was dressed a skin-tight black dress with fish-net stockings and matching Come-Fuck-Me heels. Rachel walked right past her husband and kissed Grant on the cheek.
"So, honey, how's it feel to be the first black full partner in this redneck town's oldest law firm?" she giggled as she sat down next to Paul and ordered a margarita.
"Well, pretty fuckin' good. Nows ah can get to freein' all dem oh-pressed nigga folk in this here town." Grant said in his best nigga-talk he had learned to respond with whenever some racist white asshole had a comment. After all, Grant had had a six-figure salary since the age of 24.
"Oh, relax, man she doesn't mean it that way." Paul said feeling a little tension build.
"Fuck, I know that. Relax. Drink your whiskey. I think I see Kenzie. Yeah, that's her."
Paul had never seen so much as a photograph of Grant's wife and wasn't ready for what he was about to see. Kenzie was about 5'10, long braided hair and had a body that a stripper would pay money to have. Her jeans were tight across her ass and her tank-top was almost see-through. Paul's grip on his wife's leg tightened as Kenzie approached. Kenzie sat down next to her husband and gave him a big hug.
"So the gang's all here. Good. How was your day, dear?" she asked. Obviously she hadn't heard the news.
"Oh, wonderful. I'll tell you later. Let's just drink." Grant replied.
Soon after, they moved to a booth and got to talking. Paul had never seen a black woman as hot as Kenzie, and took every chance he had to look at her ass wiggle as she walked. Rachel caught him looking a few times and laughed quietly as Paul blushed. They had long had an open marriage, and Rachel was fond of bringing home women from the bar where she danced for both her and her husband to enjoy. Paul asked Kenzie what she did for a living.
