In the first chapter, Allison, a happily married white woman, agreed to attend acting classes with her new friend Lisa. Their acting coach was an arrogant black man named Jeff. Promising Allison a part in a play about an interracial couple, Jeff tricked Allison into sleeping with him.
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The day after Jeff had seduced her, Allison called in sick and went to see a doctor. Fear had paralyzed her conscience, and she was so scared she was pregnant from the encounter. Even though Allison knew she couldn't exactly call what had happened rape, that's what she told the doctor.
"I'm afraid he made me pregnant," she sobbed. "Please, can you help me? My husband and I are trying for a baby, and I'm afraid he'll find out what happened. It'll be obvious if I have a baby! The man who raped me was black," she explained.
After a humiliating examination, the female doctor tried in vain to get Allison to report the incident to the police, but she refused, saying she didn't want her husband Michael to find out what had happened. Finally, the doctor told Allison she could prescribe her emergency contraception, which might abort any child that had been conceived. But the doctor also warned against it due to a variety of complicated side effects and said that if it didn't work and a child had been conceived, the child could be born deformed. Allison, who had strict moral values, had struggled with the decision, but this was exactly why she'd come to the doctor. She didn't want to have a black baby, and she had convinced herself she'd go through with an abortion if necessary. She wasn't thinking rationally and agreed to the treatment.
When she got home, she curled up on her bed and cried. She cried for her husband, who didn't know what she'd done to betray their love, and for the child she might have had. And she cried because as much as she'd hated Jeff touching her, she'd secretly loved it too. She called Lisa and made up a story about why she couldn't attend acting class anymore.
"Why not?" Lisa argued. "What about the play? You don't know what a lucky break this is for you. You can't give up now Allison!" "I wish I didn't have to," she lied. "But Michael is jealous, and I'm afraid it'll ruin our marriage if I don't drop out." Lisa made noises about what a jerk Michael must be, and Allison almost cried on the phone. Michael wasn't a jerk. He was wonderful. He'd stood by her through so much, and she knew he'd always been faithful to her. EH'd never forgive her if he found out the truth!
Later that night, she was watching television when the phone rang. Expecting it to be her husband calling from his hotel room in Nevada, she was shocked to hear Jeff's deep voice instead. "What's this Lisa says about you quitting the class?" he demanded.
"You know why," she told him, growing angry that he'd dare call her after what had happened. "I don't ever want to see you again. You deliberately took advantage of me last night!"
"You wanted it as much as I did," he said. "And worse, you still do."
"No!" she denied, but deep down, she was afraid he was right.
"Don't ever call me again," she told him and slammed down the phone.
She hoped that he'd listen, but she realized she was afraid of what Jeff would do. He obviously wanted to continue an affair, and he knew she might be pregnant with his child. Either way, Allison decided she'd have to go back on the pill, just in case Jeff did try to pull anything else. She knew she couldn't resort to the same excuse with her doctor again, and she didn't want to have to face the reality of an abortion procedure.
The next day, she returned to work, determined to forget the whole incident. It wasn't easy, especially with Lisa's constant reminders that Jeff was disappointed that she'd quit the class and the play.
By the time she made it home from work, she was tired, emotionally and physically, from the strain of acting normal all day. She didn't normally drink, but she opened a bottle of wine and downed one glass, then two, quickly. After changing into some sweats and a tee shirt, she was moving toward the couch to watch TV when the doorbell rang.
Jeff watched through the window as the sexy white woman opened the door, the look on her face almost comical when she realized it was him. A red flush spread across her cheeks as she demanded, "What are you doing here?" "We need to talk."
"No way!" she refused, trying to block the doorway so that he couldn't come in. "We have nothing to talk about."
"Oh really?" he asked, quirking one eyebrow. Looking past her, he asked, "So is your husband home or should I just try to give him a call at work sometime?"
"W-What?" she stammered.
"I figured if you won't talk to me about what happened, he will. Now are you going to let me inside or what?"
Reluctantly, Allison stepped aside, letting him step into the home she shared with her husband. Jeff figured she was starting to catch on to the reason for his visit and couldn't wait to tear into that white pussy again. Licking his lips, he watched her try to cover her braless chest with crossed arms, obviously trembling with nervous tension at his sudden appearance. Good. It would make it all the more enjoyable to experience her submission if she put up a fight.
