This is the second part of my planned story about a special place called "The Club" where a lot of interracial sex takes place.
None of the stories are really connected so feel free to read this story right away.
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Laura had really fucked up. A couple of years ago at the age of twenty she had started to bet some money on sports just for fun. Soon it got more serious and she started to use more and more money. Although she won from time to time she still lost more money than she won.
Soon her saved money was gone and she used her salary to pay for gambling. This was however not sufficient and half a year ago she had loaned some money from her bookmaker. It was great as she was able to pull some big wins, but instead of paying off her debts she had lost her money on new bets.
Now, two of the bookmaker's muscle guys had made her get into a car driving her to the bookmaker. John Davis was the bookmaker's name and he wasn't known for being kind to those that didn't pay their depts. He was a big black man able to deal out punishment to the people getting on his wrong side and he also employed some big men that could help him.
With his contacts in the police department and other places in the city he didn't need to worry about the legal aspects of his punishment and many guys had been beaten up badly by him.
Laura knew all this and she had a good amount of time to think about it as the men getting her didn't seem to be in a hurry. Finally they reached the destination and Laura was lead out of the car and into a house where Mr. Davis had his business. They entered his office and locked the door behind them.
"Ah, Laura...how nice of you to finally show up. I had some trouble getting in contact with you, almost like you were trying to avoid me! But that can't be the case can it?" Mr. Davis said with a small laughter as he asked the rhetorical question.
Laura didn't say anything instead looking down on the floor.
"Now, you have been adding up quite a big dept with me. Since you are here in these circumstances I guess I don't need to ask if you have the cash?"
Laura shock her head almost crying.
"Thought so, now if you where a guy I would beat you up and give you a week to get the money or I cut your genitals into pieces..."
"Pleease, no, pleeasee!" Laura begged.
"But as you are a woman there are other options..."
"You mean fucking you?"
"Oohhh nooo...you are not beautiful enough for that!"
Laura was very humiliated by that remark. Although not a top model she still had a good body with big breasts combined with a cute face. Not being good enough for an old, fat, black man was like a slap to the face.
"However other guys might want to pay for it. A friend of mine called Marcus own a place called "The Club" where women either fuck black men for free or for money. He always need more white sluts to fill the quota of ladies. Now, you either give me the money directly, agree to sell your holes in his place or get beaten up."
Option one was an impossibility as she had no money, number three was not either something she wanted leaving only the middle option something that could be done.
"How long and what do I need to do."
"As I had figured out that a bimbo hole like you would choose to go for option two I already called Marcus before this meeting and asked him what he needed. First I need to ask you if you are on any birth control?"
"No I am not." Laura said dreading the answer.