"You found anyone yet?" Clayton asked, stretching out on the bed.
"I think I might have," the white woman lying naked beside him replied, resting her head in the crook of his arm.
"What's that mean? You either have or you haven't."
"Well she's new to town and different to my other friends."
"Yeah; how so?"
"Well she's a bit more...I dunno; like...innocent."
"Hmmm, innocent! I like that. This girl sounds like she has potential. What's her story?"
"Well; she's fairly naive."
"Naive! I like that too. NaivetΓ©'s good. What else?"
"Typical white Southern Belle. Married young; to a rich Mummy's boy. She doesn't need to work and has no real inclination too. Likes shopping, but sits home most of the day; or exercises. I think she's a bit bored."
"Hmmm, bored is she. Bored's good as well. Naive and bored. Looks?"
"Yeah...Ok. She's quite pretty. Shoulder length dark hair; cute figure for now, because of all that working out, but she'll go to fat when she has babies and stops exercising."
"Yeah, what are her tits like?"
"Gee Clayton; do you have to be so crass. She has full breasts. Is that OK?"
"Don't give me attitude bitch, or I'll flip you over and tan that white ass of yours. Ok?" he snarled, grabbing her arm and twisting it hard.
"Sorry; sorry Clayton. That hurts. Please let go of my arm...you'll break it. Oww!"
"That's better. You white girls got to know your place. Do you know your place Krystal?"
"Yes; of course I do Clayton...you know that."
"Well that's good baby," he said releasing his grip. "Cause you fuckin better. Now come back down here and tell me more about this bored Southern Belle you've found for me. What's her name?"
Krystal calmed her breathing and settled back down on her black lover's chest. She'd always viewed herself as a strong woman; a feminist even. She liked to think she had an air of confidence about her. Certainly she'd never let any man treat her in this manner previously. Clayton had sliced through her confidence. He'd shown it to be merely skin deep.
Krystal couldn't work out why she allowed his domineering. Certainly if her husband, Mike, tried any such tactics she'd leave him directly. Then she'd shame him to family and friends. Krystal wondered if part of the problem was Clayton knew no shame. She knew nothing of his family and little of his acquaintances. Their relationship virtually occurred in a bubble, separate from the real world.
Krystal's blond hair spilled onto his dark chest. She felt Clayton begin to stroke it with affection. This was the usual routine. Angry and dangerous one minute; loving and affectionate the next.
"Tabitha; her names Tabitha," Krystal finally continued. "But I call her Tabby."
"Tabby! I like that. Like a tabby cat. Are you my little tabby cat Krystal?"
"You know I am baby."
"Describe her body."
The thought of having to describe another woman's body to her man saw Krystal's anger flair again. However she bit her tongue.
"Well she's got nice...tits," Krystal said with a giggle. "She exercises a lot. Yoga and jogging so her butt's pert. She's not so tall. A little shorter than me. Maybe five-four or thereabouts."
"She hasn't got fat ankles has she? I don't like fat ankles."
"No, no; her ankles and calves are fine. Nice and slim...like mine."
"Ha ha! Yeah baby you got the most beautiful slim ankles, but you know Clayton needs a little more than one woman...don't you."
"Yeah; I know that baby," Krystal replied, being careful to hide the discontent she felt at having to, once again, procure her lover another woman.
"Her thighs?"
"They're OK. Toned! Not as sexy as mine though," she said giggling again.
"She shaved down there?"
"No; I caught a glimpse of her in the gym shower. It's thick and black; from what I saw."
"Well that's no good baby. You know I don't like that. You'll have to take care of that."
"Take care of it?"
"You know. Convince her bald is best. C'mon baby, I'm counting on you."
"Ok Clayton. I'll see what I can do."
"What are her lips like?"
"Nice; she's got nice pouty lips."
"Like yours?"
"Yeah, like mine," Krystal said, deliberately pouting her lips.
"Have those lips ever had a cock pass between them?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Not even for her husband?"