I waited until Wednesday of the next week for Byron to call me and at the end of class I fought the urge to go to his apartment. I tried calling Byron but he did not answer; I left him a voicemail and finally I decided that I should go to his apartment. I went to the apartment door and knocked but got no answer. I waited outside the apartment for about thirty minutes and still no one showed up. I went home and was bummed out by the fact that none of my three black daddies had called for me.
On Friday I got a call and reading the caller I.D. immediately excited me, it was Byron. My excitement was squashed after my conversation with him. He and his two roommates were out of town, and had been since Tuesday, at a beginning of the year basketball tournament. They would not be home until Sunday afternoon. He did ask if I wanted to use his apartment over the weekend, by which I understood that to mean I needed to go over there and clean it and get it ready for them to come home on Sunday.
I agreed, I was hungry to please him and his two roommates and make them glad they had made me their slut. I thought of the relationship between the three men and myself as I drove home from school. I wondered if I would be so eager to be a housemaid for just one of these men and I decided that, no, I would not enjoy that. I would definitely enjoy the sex but being a housekeeper and waitress would not be the same at all. The control and power the three men held over me as a group was overwhelming and I did not want the sensation of it all to end.
When I got home I told my parents that I was going to go to a friend's house and packed my little sleepover bag and headed for Byron's apartment. I went to the apartment manager's office and picked up the key from the manager, Byron had arranged for a key for me. When I got into the apartment it was a disaster area. It seemed much worse off than what I remembered. I started cleaning the little apartment. It took about three hours for me to clean the place from one room to the next. At about eight in the evening my phone rang, it was Byron.
He called to check up on me and to see if I got the key. I told him that I did and I had let myself in and had cleaned the apartment. He told me that I should keep the key and use the place as my own, which made my day when he told me that. We talked for about thirty minutes about the tournament, they were doing well and looked like they might make it to the last bracket. As our conversation was coming to an end he told me that I should call Samantha and see what she was doing tonight. I thought it odd and told him that she probably did not want me hanging around her, which he told me was totally wrong, Samantha had been asking about me and wanted me to call her. I took her number and as soon as I hung up with Byron I called her.
Samantha answered and was glad that I had called her. She asked what I was doing and I told her that I was at Byron's apartment just listening to some music as I piddled around. She asked me what I would be doing in two hours or so and I told her that I had no plans. She said she was starving and wanted to know if I would have dinner with her and I eagerly agreed. She was excited and told me to just wear something casual and meet her in an hour. I got off the phone with her and went and showered and fixed my makeup and hair and then got dressed. I was a few minutes early and so I sat in my car in the parking lot waiting for her.
A car pulled up and I could see Samantha's platinum blonde hair in the back seat. I watched her lean into the driver of the car and give him a long kiss as the other man got out of the front passenger seat to lean the seat forward for her. I recognized both men from the frat party the week before. Samantha got out of the car and then kissed the second man and then he got in the car and the men drove off. I watched her walk to the front door of the restaurant and then I got out of my car and walked to her and joined her.
Samantha, a senior at Tech, was one of the sexiest and beautiful women that I had ever seen. She was tall and voluptuous, her hair was dyed platinum blonde and it contrasted with her golden deep tan which made her stand out in a crowd. She had nice firm breasts which were 34D that sat perfectly on her chest. Her hips were wider than mine but perfectly matched her body. She was simply a gorgeous woman that men definitely drooled over and spent their days dreaming of having.
We sat down and ordered some drinks. Samantha ordered a chef salad and I did as well. Even though Byron and my other two black daddies were not in town, I was craving the attention like I received last weekend with my three daddies and their two friends they invited over.
"So, those guys that dropped you off, they were at the party last weekend, right?" I asked Samantha.
"Yeah, they were there." Samantha returned as she munched on her salad.
"I thought so. Do you hang out with them a lot?" I asked in return, probing her for more information.
I was interested in her association with the fraternity as the frat's official black cock slut. I wanted to know more about it but I dared not ask her directly.
"Well, I am with the President of the frat, which was the guy driving that dropped me off, his name is Malcolm. He and I have been together for the last two years." Samantha offered.
"Yeah, I am with Byron." I said before taking a bite of my salad.
"You, belong, to all three of them if I understood Byron correctly." Samantha said as she smiled at me.
I nearly choked on my salad at her statement. I swallowed my food hard and caught my breath before responding, "He told you that?"
Samantha let out a laugh before responding, "Of course he did, I was supposed to meet them Sunday and watch the game with them, but he called and said you were there and I told them to enjoy you and that I would catch up with them later."
"Oh you were supposed to be there?" I asked nervously thinking that I had cut in on her and a chance to get fucked.
"Yeah, but girl I was wore the fuck out from Friday and Saturday, I didn't have the energy for another full day of 'watching the game'" Samantha said holding her hands up making the quotations hand gesture.
"What did you do Friday?" I asked not even thinking, "Oh, I am sorry that's none of my business." I quickly recanted.
"No it's OK, from the way things are looking it might very well be your business, someday." Samantha said with a smile.
I began thinking of what she meant by that and immediately my stomach began to burn and my pussy began tingling.
Samantha continued as she watched me process her statement, "I danced at a party some of the frat guys were having, do you dance?"
"Yeah I do, I love to dance." I answered without realizing her question.
"No you don't understand, do you like to dance and take off your clothes as men watch you, that sort of dance." Samantha asked again.
"Oh! No, I have never danced like that." I answered with a surprised look on my face.
"Would you want to?" Samantha returned following up her question.
"God, I don't know if I would be any good at it." I answered wondering why she was asking me this.
"I danced for rent, food and clothes money at a club my first two years here at Tech. If you want to learn how, and I think you would be great at it, I can teach you." Samantha offered. "I am still good friends of the guy that I worked for so he would probably let me give you lessons in his place."
"So you don't dance any longer?" I asked, wondering how she made ends meet since she was still in school.
"Well, sort of, I don't dance in his club anymore, since meeting Malcolm; my tastes have changed so I only dance for certain clients of the guy I used to work for." Samantha answered my question even though opening the door to additional questions.
I was excited by the direction this was going so I asked in follow up, "So, your tastes have changed?"
"Well, they have since I met Malcolm." Sammy said, taking a sip of her wine. "I used to love working at the club, but then I was introduced to Malcolm by the owner of the club I danced at."
