I get a lot of feedback from others about Mormon Chick experiences. Several stories are based on feedback for Mormon Chicks stories. This is the first time I had met someone in person that supplied the story line. After several email exchanges I sat in his SUV with Thomas for two hours and listened to him talk from his position as a black man fucking white married Mormon women.
Thomas was born in Chicago to a rather black Chicago cop and a very dark Jamaican mother. As he described himself he was about as black as black could get. His cousin was attending Utah University in Salt Lake City. With Thomas still in Chicago his cousin who was home on Christmas break told him he needed to move to Utah where he could get all the white pussy he could ever want. Not the chunky white bitches that went after black cock in the Windy City, but cute mostly blonde, blue eyed pretty little Mormon cunts.
Thomas quickly learned his cousin being an athlete on scholarship made it a whole lot easier being black in Mormon Land than just a regular black guy looking for work. All he found was construction work and some curious looks, but no white pussy. Houses were selling fast, as fast as a builder could build them. Not wanting to be a man with black skin in the hot sun Thomas thought real estate would be a good job.
Just a short amount of training got him his license. The test was easy and the fees not much. Thomas set about his dream of being a licensed real estate agent. Facts proved that LDS Church members would only deal with their own leaving Thomas as the wrong color and wrong religion. A little flicker of hope remained when the houses in one small subdivision just weren't selling. It was a well known builder, but kind of a shitty location. There were only 38 lots and most days the houses weren't being looked at by buyers at all. Several agents had started and soon quit.
Thomas saw when he got off his construction job that the first model house in had and sign with a message to see the model homes to call a certain number. Another sign said "Sales Agent Wanted" with a number for the builder's office. Thomas made an appointment about the job. We will start the story here ...
The builder's Vice President for Marketing was quick to dismiss Thomas for the job. But, long days in the hot sun compared to hours behind a desk in a model home made Thomas press on.
"Sir. I've worked near those houses. There are five homes built and no others started. If you give me a chance I'll show you what I can do."
"Young man. Do you know why those houses don't sell? It's because there are dozens of other places that are a hell of a lot better places to live. When someone calls the number for a showing none of the other agents want to leave their model home to show a property in Shit Land."
"No one else will hire me and no one else will work for you. I could be out there a couple of hours in the evening and all day on weekends if you would give me a chance."
The old Mormon saw nothing to lose. If the black kid got lucky and sold one the company would be that much better off. At the worst he could be a source that would send a buyer to look at a model in one of their good locations.
"They are all master keyed. There is a lockbox on the front faucet at the main model. Here is the key code for the box. Their are keys in there. You know that no sales mean no pay. You are an agent not an employee. If you sign a buyer to buy a house and get the listing on their old one you get 80% of our commission when you sell theirs. Plus, extras pay you more on top of the base on our new homes. All I can say is "Good Luck"
The man reluctantly shook his hand. Thomas was thrilled at the opportunity. The next day after work he entered the code and collected a key from the box. Inside the home he admired the newness of the building and checked out its features.
Thomas got off work at three o'clock. He could get to the mobile home park where he rented a room in an old double wide, shower, and put on some nice clothes and be back by four. At a few minutes before four o'clock he was behind the desk going through the drawers and checking out the materials displays and literature. It was Thursday. Friday night, same thing. Not expecting anything else Thomas was suggested to open at ten in the morning Saturday. He was there at nine. He put the "Open House" sign at the entrance and another up along the main road.
A young couple with four or five children came in just minutes after he returned from putting out the signs. He went on about the value of the home and the quality of area schools. From his dealing with the Mormons so far there wasn't any doubt they were LDS. Thomas made sure to flash his brightest smile. The family looked the house over and Thomas unlocked the others for them to see.
Thomas didn't get any feel for what they were thinking about the property and location. He did detect some sideways glances from the young Mormon wife. Several more families came through. Some seemed interested in the houses. The mothers and some of the more teenage aged daughters slyly checked him out. Maybe what his cousin told him about how easy white Mormon pussy was to get might me true.
Shortly before his time to close at six o'clock a car pulled up in front. It looked like the first car there that morning. It was two women. Actually it was the wife from earlier and her sister wanting a second look. Although they looked at the furnished model the two women, especially the sister spent as much time looking at Thomas.
"We like what we see. Are you going to be open tomorrow?"
Visions of what his cousin had said flashed in his head. He assured them he would be there.
"Well, most LDS spend the day in church. Maybe you'll have some Catholics or the like come by."
Some of it sounded kind of ominous, but in a way a little flirty.
Sunday was really slow. No one was even in the neighborhood. Then a minivan pulled up. It was the sister from the second look the afternoon before. She wasn't dressed very Mormon like. Thomas wasn't even sure she was wearing a bra.
"Hi. Told you it was going to be slow. Anyone come by?"
"No, you were right. It's just you and me."
"That can't be so bad can it?" She might be flirting.
"Want to by a house?"
"My sister is interested. She really likes you."
"Really likes me? What do you mean?"
"She's been married a while. You saw the husband and the kids. Women just get interested. There aren't a lot of black men around. She told me she wondered what it would be like."
"Be like?" I laughed.
