It was a dilapidated building located in one of the city's ghettos. Amanda was never there before, and the only thing she knew about the place was it was near PS 69. Why Jerome wanted him dropped off here was beyond her, but again she didn't care. The quicker he was gone, the better.
"Thanks baby, I've got a side girl here who loves when I drop by on the down low. Tell Jerome I'll keep my head down during the trial."
"I'll give him the message," she said, speeding off.
Just being in the area made the arrogant black woman feel like her car was depreciating by the second. Once she crossed the invisible line between ghetto and normal society an aire of calm returned to her demeanor.
"What the fuck are you doing, Amanda? Be a good girl and play chauffeur to some stupid thug. Oh yes, dear, I'll get right on that. Oh yes, I understand you have to work all night on our anniversary. Oh yes, I'll eat dinner alone at the restaurant again, all dolled up, made to look and feel stupid by being stood up for the literal hundredth time."
The black lawyer talked to herself the entire road home. It was a biting, sarcastic dialogue of how shit her personal life was.
"Yes, mama, I'll be a good girl and marry a black man. He is successful, handsome, and a pillar of the black community. I should be so grateful to wear his name as if he were a Massa. I feel so lucky and special that I get to be an overqualified secretary."
Driving into the giant parking lot of the mansion, she didn't see his car, nor did she expect to find it there. The butler took her jacket and the maid brought a soothing, hot coffee to the study as she worked on the upcoming case. Dirty thoughts kept invading the lawyer's imagination, making it harder and harder to concentrate on the task at hand. Even while reading a dry legal text, sexually impoverished fingers rubbed along the crotch of her panties.
Each minute that ticked away felt like hell. Jerome had a pattern. If he was coming home it was always before 10pm. Ten and one second, he'd never step foot in the house. Amanda got used to the lonely nights, but tonight she was going to indulge again. Each second that ticked felt like a struggle, not wanting to get interrupted by the car coming into the driveway as she was in the throngs of self-pleasure.
Amanda wanted to lock the door, put on a headset to not alert the in-house staff, and finger herself to dirty videos until she passed out, only to awaken in the morning feeling lathered in cunt juice and sweat. There was no time to buy a toy. That got ruined by bringing the thug to his side bitch.
"Did Jerome not know how humiliating a task like that was?" she thought to herself, closing a dusty book. "I'm his wife, not some first-year worker. It was grunt work. Jimmy Jack gloating he was staying at some side girl's place only made it more humiliating. One of the benefits of marriage is supposed to be easy access to sex, and I'm getting none of it."
A phone broke up her inner-monologue.
"Dammit, what does he want now?" she said, answering. "Hello, dear...uh-huh, yeah, sure, uh-huh. Yes, of course I finished your task. He said he'll keep his head down. Okay, I understand, dear. I'll see you in the morning at the office."
Amanda let out a sigh. It was not an angry sigh but a happy one. A week ago she'd have been angry, like always, that he never gave her the time of day. But after Valerie told her about the website, she felt better he wasn't around tonight. As to why she stayed with him for so long, obviously unhappy? She didn't know. Maybe job prestige, security. They were, on paper, one of the city's black power couples. To break that up would mean a dip in their perception, and perception is everything.
She learned early in her career that once a bell is rung, it can't be undone. A person can be shown the truth, no questions, and they'll still believe a lie if they heard the lie first. They won many cases painting good, honest people as racists, sexists, any 'ist' if it meant tainting the jury pool and public opinion because of the crazy social justice political spectrum galvanizing society currently.
"This is stupid. If Jerome doesn't want me, I'm not going to go grey worrying about that stupid nigger," she said confidently, getting up and leaving the house.
Amanda drove directly to where she should have gone to earlier, should have said to Jerome to stuff it and enjoy her evening. The store was brightly lit and was bordering along the bad side of town. 'Bad side' being a subjective term. She was black so the bad sides of town were the white ghettos. On the outside, the building looked clean enough. Inside there were a sparse amount of customers, mostly businessmen coming off of work and the odd, fat otaku nerd. All were white.
Browsing through the store, getting deeper into the back of the shop, the covers of the DVDs got harder and less apologetic. Even further back was the interracial section. It had everything there from standard white and black to even rarer combinations like Asian men fucking black women. A special shelf had an actor's poster. She recognized him from the website Valerie told her about.
The picture was signed and from top to bottom of the shelving unit were various videos he performed in. Curiosity and innate lust made Amanda take a closer look at the DVDs. She had only viewed the one scene where the man fucked the Asian daughter, but there was a massive variety. More Asian, some black, Latinas, Indians and 'Aryan' girls. There was no flavor of girl that wasn't spit shining his massive white cock. Someone even dressed up as She-Hulk to get her ass reamed open.
"Excuse me, miss, but you...uh...can't touch yourself so openly in here," a clerk said to her.
Amanda didn't realize she had her skirt hiked up and her panties pushed aside to finger her wet pussy. Instantly she blushed and apologized for the lewd display.
"There are rooms in the back for that," he said. "$5 for twenty minutes. Just bring the video you want to the counter and I'll set it up."
"People really do that?" she asked, naïve.
"Yeah, tonight is a bit dead though. Usually it is packed. Now is the best time for a little privacy if it is your first time doing it in a backroom."
Amanda nodded, both sickened and turned on. She wasn't a puritan but to finger herself in a dirty, semi-pubic room would be shameful and common. Still, she had to stop her fingers from going back to work as there were dozens of good choices.
"Okay, I think I'll choose you," she said, picking up one of the masked man's videos.
On the cover was him sitting behind a desk, dressed in a fancy suit. A black schoolgirl in a confederate flag cheerleading outfit had his cock in her mouth, looking like she won a million dollars. The flag, the scene, went against everything she believed in and worked hard fighting towards. The same clerk gave Amanda a smirk as he popped the DVD into the system.
Tentative steps lead the black lawyer to the assigned room. It wasn't as dirty as she thought it would be. It was cozy, small, but actually intimate. A large bed took up eighty percent of the floor space, and a giant, widescreen TV nestled snuggly in the wall for easy viewing. Amanda didn't pay any attention to the large plugs lined up inside both side walls.
Getting comfy, the video started playing. It did not take long for her to get offended at the obvious white supremacist appeal of the porno. Confederate flags proudly hung off the wall, and the pictures of famous southern, white leaders lined the room too. Not a single form of diversity on display. The only thing missing from the décor of the fake classroom was a Nazi flag to make it more racist in her mind.
The schoolgirl skipped casually, happily into the room to meet the teacher. It did not take long for them to flirt and start kissing. The more disgusted Amanda got, the more turned on she became. There was no ifs, ands, or buts, Amanda was a racist and proud of it. That was why it felt so shameful to get turned on so much by seeing a black woman subjugated by a white man, even if that white man had the biggest cock she ever saw. It dwarfed Jerome's, no debate. And the way the cheerleader kissed and tongued the head with a smile only made the sexually frustrated woman more depressed and bitter.
Something plastic bumped up against her leg and she saw one of the plugs had popped out. Before she had time to stop groping and fingering herself to the movie, a long, thick, veiny white cock slid through the hole.
Time stopped. It should have occurred to her this would happen. It was not her first rodeo in the world of kink, having had to sue and defend clients involving gloryholes. But to happen to her so casually, time just stopped. The thick piece of manmeat wiggled, as the man made it bounce up and down to get the occupant's attention.
Reaching over, Amanda hesitantly grabbed it softly. The anonymous white cock felt warm in her fingers. It was not the first cock she ever touched but it was the biggest. Not as big as the masked man's on TV but twice the size of Jerome's. It was long, thin and uncut. She could hear muffled pants from beyond the wall as the stroking picked up speed.
