This story is fiction and contains nonconsensual interracial sex. Please read something else if this is offensive to you.
"Are you sure you can handle it, Honey?" Isiah Johnson asked.
"Of course I can, Dad. I've grown up around the business. Besides, you and Mom are only going to be gone for 10 days."
"Well, just be careful, Honey. You don't have to go to all the stores in person. Just check in with them by phone. OK?" Zoe smiled at her dad and lightly nodded her head. Isiah smiled at her and said, "I love you, baby. If you have any problem, just give me a call."
Zoe's parents carried their luggage to the car and left for the airport. Zoe plunked herself on the couch and started texting her boyfriend, Jerome. 'Wht time r U pkng me up 2nite?'
'8,' came the reply.
'Cnt w8. C U thn.'
Zoe spent the next few minutes planning her 10 days of overseeing her parents' business. Isiah started a small body shop 32 years ago, and with his wife's help. Being black business owners, naturally much of the black populace patronized their shop, but they also had almost as many customers of other races as customers. Since they were fair and honest with customers, their business had had grown into a small local chain of eight automotive shops around the Detroit area. There were three engine repair shops, two tire shops, one transmission/muffler shop and two auto body repair shops.
Zoe had grown up around the shops and knew basic auto repair, tire repair and basic body repair. But after she graduated from college with a business degree, her dad put her to work in the office doing accounts receivable, payable and payroll. Most of the employees knew the cute little girl who sometimes accompanied her dad when he would stop and meet with the employees or deliver their paychecks. The only site she hadn't visited was the newest repair shop that her dad just bought near the old Tigers Stadium.
Zoe was just 5'4" tall and weighed 106 pounds. Her was a pretty girl and her skin was a beautiful caramel color. Her measurements were 33-24-35 and she had small perky 'A cup' breasts. Zoe was a pretty girl and was never lacking for dates in high school and college. Although not a virgin, her sexual experience was limited.
She spent the day paying company bills and recording revenue and employee work hours for the coming payday. The next day she took donuts and coffee to the two body shops, the transmission shop and one of the repair shops. The employees all enjoyed it when one of the Johnsons stopped by with food and to talk with them, especially when it was the hot little Zoe wearing her mid-thigh length dresses or tight slacks. The following day, she took donuts and coffee to the two tire shops and one of the repair shops, leaving just the newest addition to the company for the next day.
On the third day, she walked in to the last, and newest repair shop. She had a sexy walk, and was even swinging her hips and ass a little more than normal. Unlike the other shops, this one had all white male employees. As she delivered the donuts and introduced herself, the six big white men crowded around the small woman. The men looked down at her much like a pack of wolves look at raw meat.
Zoe looked up at the six huge white men, each one at least six feet tall and weighing more than 200 pounds. Most of the men needed a shave and wore old dirty jeans and tee shirts. Two of the men appeared to be 45 or 50 years old, one looked to be around 30 and the last three were in their late teens or early twenties. All of them appeared to be overweight; some by only a few pounds and a couple by more than 50 or 60 pounds. All-in-all, they were one of the more disgusting group of white men she had ever seen. And they smelled like musk, sweat, urine and old food.
"And who are you, girlie?" One of them asked as he moved closer to her.
She looked up at the big man and mumbled, "I.. I'm, uh.. I'm... "
She felt a hand squeeze her ass. Before she could move, the man in front of her said, "I asked you who you are. Are you stupid, nigger? Answer my fucking question."
"I.. I'm Z-zoe," she whimpered as she tried to move sideways away from the men. She found her way was blocked by another big white body. "Ple-please d-d-don't. I'm Isiah's dau-daught... Ah!"