Tabby Makes New Black Friends
The time had come Tabby thought. She couldn't stand another night alone, listening to her roommate and her boyfriend through the wall. It had been about a month since she had broken up with Todd and she had seen no action since, except at her own hand when the sounds of Tori and Mark filled her ears.
It was when Tori had left after dinner to meet Mark that Tabby had decided. Tori had left with the comment that her and Mark would be back later and that Tabby should really try to get out more. Well if that was what Tori was saying that was what Tabby would do.
She was all worked up. It wasn't a steady relationship she was going after, just something (or someone) to satisfy her lust. Even thinking about it had got her wet. It had been too long. But she happened to know where there was a good party going down that night. It was across town at the flat of one of the College football players. Like a lot of those parties if you knew about it you were invited and if you were a 20-year-old shapely brunette then invitations never mattered.
If she was going to get her way tonight she would have to dress for the part. This was a mission she was going on. So her little tight fitting black dress came out, as did the black lace top stockings and thong, and the black lace bra. Very nice! Then the brand new spike heeled ankle boots with little silver chains. With the right make-up Tabby was transformed into the slut for the night.
Now she was ready for the drive across town. It was just two hours since Tori had left and the drive would take another 40 minutes. But Tori and Mark weren't going to be there, they were going to a civilised wine and cheese evening at the theatre. But when they got home they wouldn't be as civilised, that was why she wanted to be out. Maybe she would have a stud to bring home for a change.
She set out in high spirits, the car radio playing some good party music. The cab of the car filled with her perfume. Next to her on the passenger seat was her purse with all the essentials; a small spray of perfume, a travelling powder kit, lipstick, some cash (not much), a credit card, her cell phone and a packet of condoms. There was some lose change and painkillers floating around as well.
This was the dark part of town, the part none ventured out in much. The buildings were old and dingy, mainly industrial. There were a few streets of run down housing and some seedy bars and restaurants. But most people go elsewhere for their entertainment. The street lighting isn't that great and the walls of some buildings have fallen victim to the graffiti artists.
It was not the place for Tabby to have a breakdown. But it happened. Her car started to cough and splutter. The power began to fluctuate and soon the tall brunette new it would stop. She would have to park it up and call a cab. Fortunately a large empty dark car park appeared to her right just as she thought the car was going to give up. Carefully she nosed it into the shadows of the car park.
"Damn!" She cursed. "Now I will have to get a cab." She grabbed her bag off the seat and flicked it open. The cell phone was easy to find. A shiny slightly blue light illuminated the face when she switched it on. As she started to dial a little icon flashed at her. "Oh, shit, I forgot to charge it! This is turning into a disaster."
She looked around. Just her, a broken car and a dead phone in a big dark empty car park. She tried to start the car. No luck. With a sigh she got out. There must be a phone box near by.
Once she was on the street she could see a little Grill House on the other side of the road. It looked like the guy was closing up. He was standing on the sidewalk at a sandwich board sign. Tabby quickly crossed the road and ran as best she could in the little spike heels towards him.
"Hey mister, hey, can I use your phone?" She panted as she stopped next to the man.
He was a fat middle aged man, typical of the type of operators of these greasy grill joints. As soon as Tabby arrived he had stopped picking up the sign to check her out.
"Why?" Was his simple reply.
"My car has broken down and I want to call a cab," she said.
"You must be late for your client eh? Dressed like that. You look too sharp for the street girls around here," he laughed.
"I'm not a hooker," Tabby responded most indignantly. "I just want to use the phone."
"Last slut I let use the phone after I'd closed whacked me and emptied the till. Come back when we're open." He started to walk toward the shop with his sign.
"Please mister I'm stranded out here. Look you call the cab and I will wait here," she pleaded.
"Sorry. Unless you are going to offer me a freebie no way," he gave a slimy smile as he stepped into the doorway.
"No way!" Tabby said. "I'll find somewhere else."
She started to walk away. "You could try the club over there. At least they might pay for your services." His finger pointed at the dim lights on the third floor of a building not far up the street. She was about to retaliate at his comments when the diner door closed.
"Up yours to," the defiant Tabby said as she walked toward the other lit building.
There was a light on the side of the building above a doorway but no signs. Tabby guessed this was the club entrance. A cctv camera was mounted further up the wall and there was an intercom fitted to the edge of the door. Tabby rang the buzzer on the door.
"Yes," came a crackly male voice.
"Hi, my car has broken down up the road and I was wondering if you would let me call a cab or something..." Tabby asked politely.
The cctv camera whirred above her head. She could see it turning and zooming. She tried to smile nicely into the lense.
"This is a private club. Why don't you try Gus' Grill over the road," the disembodied voice asked.
"He's closed," she replied, deciding not to go into the recent argument. She wondered if the man was called Gus, he looked like a Gus she thought.
"Just a minute," the voice said.
A silence followed. At least it was a hot night. Tabby was anxious more than concerned at this point. She would still make the party. It would be better if she was a little late as that gave the others time to get into the mood.
"Ok, come up to the third floor," the voice said. There was a mechanical clunk behind the door. She lent against it and t swung open. It was pitch black inside and she had to feel her way along to the stairs. Then she climbed the three floors. A faint light at the top gave enough for her to find her footing on the old carpet. At the top of the stairs was a plain door. Tabby knocked and waited.
It opened and a large young black man stood there.
"I just want to use the phone if that's ok," Tabby said cautiously.
"Follow me," he said in a straight plain voice, his face remained expressionless.
She stepped into the room. Her spike heels clicked on the polished wood floor. It was a small foyer area. Two worn chairs rested against one wall, a closed up ticket booth opening was in the wall above them. Other than a faded poster of Whitney Houston there was no other decoration.
The man pushed open the next door and they stepped into a room full of light. Along one wall was a bar with a few barstools. An older black man was behind the bar, cleaning some glasses. The young man who had answered the door peeled away to return to his friends. These were another two Negro's who were standing at a wall table with glasses of beer. Another two men played pool on a large table in the middle of the room.
It was hot and sticky in the small room. There were two tables near the pool table with half a dozen chairs between them. A door on one wall was simply marked toilet and another on the opposite wall, beside the bar, had no label and frosted glass window. A similar door was in the wall directly behind the bar. It all looked very old and well worn. A few posters for beer brands and pop stars (from a variety of ages) adorned the walls.
Tabby walked straight to the bar, her heels announcing her arrival. She felt the eyes stare at her in the heat. Then there was a silence followed by a resumption of order.
"Hi," she said at the barman, rather than to him, as he was not facing her. "I wondered if I could use your phone to call a cab?"
"Sorry, no you can't," the barman said, slowly turning. Tabby thought things happened fairly slowly in this shut away world.
His statement at first stunned her. A thought raced through her mind that they had tricked her into coming up. The thought of bolting for the door struck her just as the barman said: "But I could make a call for you from the phone out back."
"Oh, thanks," tabby relaxed. "That would be great."
"Sit there and don't move," the barman said gruffly. He turned and walked through a door at the back of the bar.
Tabby looked and saw the tall barstool he was talking about. She put her bag on the counter and hoisted herself onto the simple wooden stool.
All the men were dressed similarly with jeans and either t-shirts or vests. They were obviously working men. Tabby surveyed them carefully. Their sweaty bodies glowed in the light. They were all very muscular. Tabby imagined them working on the railroads or streets. They didn't look like the gang types she often associated with this area.
As she looked at the array of shiny black bodies she felt herself getting a little hot. She didn't even realise that her tongue was licking her deep red lips, making them moist. She did feel uncomfortable sitting on the high stool. She wriggled and tried to straighten the short tight black dress, crossing and uncrossing her legs.
The men playing pool suddenly took more interest in lining up their shots from the far end of the table, which afforded them a view up her dress each time she shifted. The sweat began to grow on all parties. The conversation between the other three men soon grew less as they too watched the slim white beauty at the bar.
"Hey." The voice snapped Tabby back to some kind of reality. She spun around on the stool to face the bar. "The cab companies are all pretty busy with that big convention downtown and some other function. Looks like it will be a couple of hours wait for a cab."
"What!" Tabby exclaimed. "A couple of hours. Did you try all the companies?"
