I met Stacy a couple of times for some one on one girl action. I liked spending time with her and really enjoyed the sex. We included Marcus on a few occasions also.
Marcus called me on Wednesday to tell me his friends from back home were coming down on Friday for the weekend. I was looking forward to meeting them, "Well we will be hanging out Friday and going to a party Saturday."
"What time on Friday?"
"Come over about nine."
"Okay I'll be there."
The next couple of days flew by I was so excited to meet Marcus's friends. Little did I know Marcus was up to some new games.
I spent a couple of hours primping myself for the party. I adorned myself in a mini skirt and fuck me pumps with an almost see through top.
Stacy picked me up at 8:45 to give me a ride. She smiled when I got in, "You look like a whore."
Smiling, "So you like."
"You look hot," smiling back, she leaned over and gave me a passionate kiss.
Stacy started to drive reaching over to fondle my thigh, and tease my honey pot.
When we got to Marcus's we could hear the music playing and laughter coming from inside. Not wanting to be intrusive I knocked on the door. A very handsome black man opened the door, "Marcus did you call whores?"
Marcus yelled from the kitchen, "No, who is it?"
"Two hot looking bitches."
Marcus walked out of the kitchen, "That's my tutor I told you about."
"The racist bitch that hates tutoring brothers," Stacy and I caught on to Marcus's game.
I spoke up, "Marcus you owe me for the week."
"I told you I would pay you Monday, you want to stay for a drink?"
"We have a date," I kissed Stacy, "I need the money you owe me."
A man sitting at the table spoke up, "Poor Marcus got a lesbian racist bitch for his tutor."
Marcus's three friends started laughing, "Shut up man, it's bad enough she doesn't like me because I'm black."
"Marcus are you going to give me my money or not?"
"I won't have it until Monday I told you."
"You bastard my weekend is ruined," Stacy was just smiling at the exchanges.
"All I can say is stay you can drink with us."
"I don't think so it's bad enough tutoring you, but to party with you and your homie's is not going to happen."
Marcus walked over to me, "Listen here bitch I'm not happy your my tutor, don't ever disrespect me in my home."
"What are you going to do about it nigger?" The whole room went silent.
Marcus grabbed me by the arms and his friend grabbed Stacy around the waist. We were sat in the dining room chairs. Marcus grabbed some tape and secured our arms, "What do you say now bitch?"