Chapter 1
Kristy in a slinky black dress and Tom in his best suit and tie stepped out of the Uber in front of a bustling club that was lit up like a sapphire. "What is it?" She said as she held the Pepto Bismal pink pill in her hand.
Tom gave a little shrug, "It's called the Truth, it's like ecstasy, it'll loosen you up."
"That sounds daunting. I don't know if I'm in the mood to alter my consciousness tonight."
Tom put his hand over the pill and leaned in for a kiss. His hand pressed against the small of her back and his other took the pill as he pulled back to look her in the eyes. "You don't have to if you don't want to, I just thought it might be fun." He smiled at her and she felt herself smile back. "I was just thinking about Vegas, you remember Vegas?"
She laughed and rolled her eyes, "how could I forget, I still have that little scar on my butt from the dresser."
"Really?"
She nodded, "you never noticed?"
"Nope," he held up the pill between his thumb and pointer finger. "So, what do you say to a night of hedonistic abandon?"
She bit her lower lip then took the pill and leaned in for another kiss, "Just don't let me get too crazy, okay?"
"I promise," Tom pulled her in tight as they kissed and gave her ass a firm squeeze for good measure. "You ready?" he asked as he grabbed her hand and moved towards the entrance.
She nodded, took the pill, and grabbed his arm as they entered. Inside the club there were wall to wall bodies writhing as the music swelled. There were three separate bars visible to Tom and Kristy, one towards the front, one at the back and one upstairs. All of them were surrounded by patrons. "This place is huge!" she said into his ear. Tom nodded and moved for the closest bar. Kristy felt slightly dizzy as Tom handed her her drink. "Can we find someplace to sit?"
Tom nodded and pointed to the balcony where there were a line of tables over looking the dance floor. "Up there," he pulled her through the crowd, but the bodies were so close together that despite his hand clutching hers she kept loosing sight of him. Their hands separated as they neared the stairs and Kristy swooned from over stimulation. The world was a swirl of color and light, blue mixed with purples and reds. The neon reflected off the glistening skin of the celebrants all around her. She was short, much shorter than most of the people around her so she could see where Tom had gone and quickly lost track of where the stairwell was. Her only thought was to get back to the bar where she could get her bearings and hopefully Tom would know to look for her there.
The trek to the bar was far more arduous then it should have been. She lost her drink somewhere along the way and she was pushed by the crowd and could only ride the wave of bodies around her. She finally found herself at a glass door. On the other side she could see a patio with people drinking and smoking. She looked back towards the dance floor to see if she could spot Tom, but he was nowhere to be seen. Her mind felt plush and her body moved to the music of its own volition. "The ecstasy must be kicking in," she said to herself and nodded as she pushed through the door.
The cool air was a welcome change. The music was still loud, but it was muffled to a tolerable level. Kristy weaved through the patio to a fence that overlooked a river. "Better," she said to herself.
"Hey," she heard a smooth voice and looked up to the source. A tall fit black man with a tailored suit stood over her.
"Hi," His face was a dark chocolate color and his teeth were sparkling white.
"You're here alone?" It was a question, but in her mind she heard it as a statement. She tried to remember if she had come to the club with someone, she thought she had, but his words echoed in her mind as fact. She was there alone, that didn't seem right, but it was the truth. She nodded, "Damn that's dangerous, baby girl. Place like this is full of predators."
"Maybe I like to live dangerously," she answered with a flirtatious tone. She couldn't recall why Tom hadn't come with her, but he hadn't and she wanted to have some fun. There was no harm in polite conversation with an attractive man.
"I bet you do," he laughed and looked out over the river.
"So what do you do?"
His face cracked into another flawless smile, "ah, that is a complicated answer. Let's just call it human resources. What do you do?"
"You seem pretty sharp, why don't you guess."
"Alright, let me have a look at you," he stood back and took her whole form in as he pondered. She showed him her profile and smiled. "A sexy little blonde number like you, hmm. No ring on the finger, came here alone, you're single for sure," Kristy's head buzzed at his words. She wasn't single was she? She had a boyfriend, she thought. She couldn't seem to find his name. It was like trying to remember a dream and just when she thought she had it the information slipped away. She was single. It was obvious. That's why she came here alone.
"Very astute, but being single isn't a job."
"You right, but I'm drawing on context clues. It's part of my job. I read people."
"And so far you're batting a thousand."
He laughed again. Kristy loved the sound of his laugh and with her head full of drugs she was feeling more flirtatious by the second. "that was interesting."
"What?"
"Your face just then looked like you were dreamy, or high. Have you been experimenting with chemicals this evening?"
"Damn you are good. I have indeed," she nodded.
"Well this night about to go off for you."
"I'd say it's going pretty well so far."
"May I ask what you took?"
"You may," Kristy said with a nod, "Some kind of ecstasy, Truth or something."
The tall man perked at the name, "Really, Truth?"
"Yep," she said with a nod.
"You don't know what it does, do you?"
She shrugged, "It's making me feel pretty groovy right now."
He rubbed his chin and shook his head, "My name is Calvin," he said and got closer to her.
She liked him this close. He smelled good and something about looking up into his dark eyes was giving her butterflies in her tummy. "Kristy."
"I know why you're here, baby girl," he looked down at her with intensity.
"Do tell," she licked her lips.
"White girl like you in a little black dress with fuck me pumps. Makeup all done up. You're only here for one thing." Kristy's throat felt suddenly parched and she had the urge to kiss him. She thought he was about to, but instead he got close to her ear, "It's the only thing you want, it's what you dream about. You're so obsessed you soak your panties just thinking about it." She grabbed his arm and felt taut muscle below his suit.
"Tell me," she almost pleaded, she already knew what it was, but she wanted to hear him say it.
"Big black cock," he enunciated each word slowly,
Kristy's mind was reeling. She felt Calvin's words spin in her head like a tempest. The thing she dreamed about, the thing that was making her wet since she first laid eyes on the tall black man. Her memories shifted and contorted, old sexual encounters reconfigured to fit the new truth. She could clearly remember the first time she fucked a black man. His name was Sam and they were at college in her dorm room. She made the first move as they were studying physics together. She remembered how bad she felt for having inadvertently sexiled her dorm mate for two solid days. She was voracious in her appetites and instantly addicted to him. They dated for almost a year before he cheated on her. She suddenly remembered swearing of f white men even after she and Sam broke up. There were more black men, so many more, over the years. "It's true. Every word is true."
"I know it is, baby girl. I don't know what you did before and I don't really care because from now on you're gonna work for me. I'll take care of you and put you up in my place. You're going to love it because I'll give you what you want every night."
"Thank you," Kristy said and kissed him as her hands reached for his cock. She could tell it was big even through the pants. "Can we go now, I need it so bad," she panted through the kiss.
He pulled away from the kiss and lifted her hand from his pants as she was trying to work the zipper in a lust filled frenzy, "I know you do and I'm gonna give it to you. You're my slut from now on and you belong to me."
