Josie worked with me at International Importing Company. International imported a couple of million dollars worth the merchandise from China for distribution in the Sates.
Josie was a petite eighteen-year-old Cantonese girl still living with her parents. Josie's father like many Chinese fathers was strict in his upbringing of his daughter. She was not allowed to be in the company of men without a chaperone.
As I was an "old married woman" her father reluctantly accepted me to see that his daughter did not dishonor him.
I liked taking Josie with me on my girls' nights out, as she was a real cock-magnet. I would take her to my place first and dress her up real slutty, get her to wear a micro-mini with fishnet stockings and put makeup on her so she looked like a cheap whore.
Josie was naive and trusted me explicitly. She really believed I was trying to help her find the right man when all I wanted was to have a few orgies with her.
My husband got a real rail on when Josie was at our house changing. I would leave the bedroom door open enough so he could look in while her jerked-off in the hallway.
I took my young charge to all the wrong places to meet a decent guy, my favorite being R J Winners, a bar in one of the local shopping malls.
A lot of black guys hung out at Winners, football and basketball players. They were mostly built like shit brick houses and always had the bucks to throw around to impress the ladies.
Guys' heads would turn when I walked in with Josie. She looked like a cupie-doll, less than the eighteen years and so petite. On the other hand I was a buxomly cougar obviously looking to get laid.
We would barely have a chance to sit down before the drinks started arriving.
Tonight was no different. The place was only about half full but the action started soon after we arrived.
I had Josie dressed in the usual outfit, a black mini that barely covered her ass, heels and thigh-high net stockings and a frilly scarlet sheer top with a plunging vee neckline. Josie didn't have much in the tit department but her chocolate brown button nipples showing through the sheer material of her blouse appealed to guys.
I was wearing one of my favorite "fuck me" outfits. Also a miniskirt with thigh-highs, a garter belt with no panties and a filigree baby-blue top tat displayed my braless 38C tits through the many small openings in the pattern. My rosy-pink nipples were straining to get out.
We hadn't been sitting five minutes before the waiter brought the first drink.
"Compliments of the gentleman at the bar." She said sitting down what looked like a couple of Daiquiris.
A enormous of a black man sitting with a couple of buddies at the bar raised his drink in a welcoming gesture. I returned our thanks with a teasing kiss.
We were still checking out the room when the jukebox began playing a slow "somebody did me wrong" song. Two of our benefactors approached our table.
"You ladies care to dance?" the bigger black one asked.
I looked at Josie, she just giggled at the thought of dancing with a black man.
"Sure!" I said getting up.
The enormous one's partner took my hand while the big guy took Josie's hand lifting he from her chair.
We were the only two couples on the dance floor. While the room watched we danced close together, my partner's hand constantly caressing my ass.
Josie looked as if she were dancing with the giant from Jack and the beanstalk. Her face was barely up to his chest and his huge hand was firmly placed on her tiny ass.
"You don't have any panties on?" my partner asked.
"Don't need any!" I brazenly replied.