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It was 2052 and our guy Scottie lied on his couch with his Woosh on his belly. It's a computer that conforms to your body in any position, designed to be ergonomically optimal. The room was too hot because his passive air conditioning system was overworked. Even without the heat Scottie would be miserably uncomfortable. You see, Scottie was about to make one of the biggest decisions of his life. He was considering getting a sponsorship card to join Noir, a company designed around the promoting of and benefiting from Black excellence (among other things which you'll see in a moment.) The sponsorship would not be for him, though. It would be for his fiancee Ansley - the love of his life.
Noir started in 2025 as a group, or fraternity, promoting Black excellence in organized solidarity. It was called Color Vision back then. It quickly became a darling project for people wanting to help African Americans and consequently had the approval and support of government and commerce. Color Vision hosted service days in run down neighborhoods and its members tutored and engaged with troubled youth in after school settings. There were many other activities and outreaches that rolled the grassroots organization to national prominence.
The donations poured in and soon the volunteers were getting compensated in perks. With a Color Vision membership card, by 2030, the Black men that comprised the organization got VIP treatment in bars and clubs, discounts at stores and other services, time off for volunteer work, write-ups in media, and respect!
Soon it became so popular that the number of volunteers overwhelmed the infrastructure of the organization and the leadership were faced with tough questions - to expand, to partner with other groups, or to have a more selective process for becoming a member. The first change they made was to get more selective. It would streamline their processes, make training easier, and exponentially encourage and promote Black excellence.
Once they started turning Black men away, the Whooters affect began and very quickly only the most talented and successful men were chosen or even applied. The men who were members became socially elite and carried the stigma of being a special type of people. They were smart, fit, resourceful, enterprising, socially well adjusted, successful specimens. Even their teeth and posture were, on average, above average. Women wanted them and men wanted to be them, as they say.
By 2035, discrimination lawsuits piled up due to the exclusive nature of the selection criteria and many corporate sponsors pulled away, leaving Color Vision in financial and legal trouble. But they had established an image that proved to be worth a lot more than anyone thought. That's when Quinton Lou, the billionaire media mogul, swooped in. He offered the men $30,000 each to sign on with his new venture company Noir. Most of the men took the offer, since they were still allowed to keep their current jobs and businesses. Instead of serving in non-profit activities, they were hired out as experts in their fields - as business consultants, engineers, teachers, designers, producers, professors and more. The men got paid very well for being Noir men and Lou made his cut.
Because the men and Noir had such a great reputation, every door became open to them. Noir men were paid more to be construction workers than the others, they were paid more to be police officers, they were paid more to be models and bartenders and dentists and anything else. And they were worth it, because everything they touched turned to gold. Having a Noir man working as a nurse in a clinic increased revenue over 10 percent. More women suddenly became sick, I suppose.
Likely the opportunistic Quinton Lou foresaw the next development. By 2040, the Noir men were finding themselves steeped in pussy. It was such that the men sometimes took payment for their services. There were even rumors of Noir men getting paid as studs in breeding service. Well, Lou wasn't going to miss out on a chance to make some money, so he came up with a genius plan.
Offering direct payment for sex is illegal in most places, but having one lover buy a product from another lover while they just so happened to be having a romantic time was not illegal. So...Lou sent his Noir Men out to interested parties to sell them a sponsorship card. For a small donation of $5,000, an individual or couple or group could spend time with the Noir man. Lou got $1,000 of that and the men kept $4,000. Selling even just one a week provided a nice bonus for the thousands of select men across the country.
In order to make it legitimate, Lou gave sponsors perks with the card — perks like VIP entrance to exclusive clubs, special pricing in some places, reduced rates on future sponsorship cards, free merch, and a subscription to Noir's streaming service, which ran adult and non-adult rated movies and shows that promoted Black excellence. Since most of the sponsorships were purchased by or for White women, interracial sex and romance were common themes.
Again, just as Whooters and other breastaurants require big breasts and get away with that somehow, likewise it became an expectation that the men of Noir were well endowed and sexy. Lou had essentially legalized prostitution for his select, well-equipped Black men. The public knowledge of the Noir men's sexual prowess became pervasive and effective.
For several years, there was still a stigma against prostitution and the thinly veiled practice of Noir was the butt of late night talk show jokes and endless fodder for the meme world. But eventually Noir became normalized, not that the stigma was gone in the minds of many, but that so many people loved the service or at least the idea of it that it became just as the smart phone or bottle water became - preposterous ideas at first, sought after and almost essential later.
I say essential because by 2050, many relationships survived because women could have access to the pleasures of Noir men - meaning they were willing to stay in relationships with other men as long as they could also enjoy what Noir offered. As long as men of other races and even Black men with smaller penis sizes were willing to allow their women the joy of watching Noir's streaming programs and the occasional fling with Noir men, the relationships could work.
I don't mean to say this was ubiquitous in society. There were many, many old fashioned relationships and there were plenty of non Noir men that were sought after and well endowed. It's just that with Noir, the women knew what they were getting - superior sex from superior men with no baggage. There was a niche market Quinton Lou tapped into and he was doing a devastatingly good job of expanding that niche. He sold clothing, posted ads, sponsored events, sold vacation and date night packages, opened a chain of dance clubs, and even started charities, all for the promotion of Noir.
Through the successes of Noir and the ever increasingly secular and postmodern society, husbands like Scottie were faced with a tough decision: share my wife's pleasures and loyalty, or live alone. And so, our Scottie lied on the couch with his Whoosh, trying to decide if he was going to get a sponsorship for his fiancée, Ansley. The first card was $5,000, which by 2052 was about the same as paying for a quick weekend getaway. What man would deprive his beloved wife a metaphorical weekend getaway just to protect his ego? Scottie was a modern man after all, right? Yet...
He disconnected the Whoosh from the Web and put off the decision for another day.
