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Mufta moved closer so that his face was only inches from Maureen’s. Without looking at Sam, he said, “What’s a good lookin bitch like you doin with an ugly old man like this?”
    Sam reached around Maureen and grabbed him by the shirt, “I’ll tell you, motherfucker. She’s gonna suck my dick. She’s gonna fuck my dick. She’s gonna take my dick up her fine white ass!”
    Mufta stepped back still staring at Maureen, “That right? You gonna do him like he say?”
    Maureen looked directly at him, “Yes. I’m his woman. I give him what he wants. I do what he tells me.”
    All three of the men laughed. Louis slapped Sam on the back, “You sure one lucky fucker,” he said. He sidled up next to Sam. “I don’t suppose you might consider a little rental deal?” He nodded in the direction of the rest rooms at the far end of the bar. Next to them was a third door with a blue light above it.
    Sam chuckled, “Depends,” he said. “It’s possible.” All three of the men smiled knowingly. They moved back to where they’d been sitting.
    A small band had assembled at the other end of the dance floor. More couples began to fill the booths. More single men arrived and sat at the bar. It was a mixed crowd but predominately black. Maureen saw that she was the only white woman with a black man. She noticed Sam was frowning. She had to find a way to persuade him to take her to a motel instead of back to her house. She edged closer to him, “Sam, honey, what’s wrong? What can I do to make you smile?” She rubbed her leg against his.
    “I’m thinkin about what I done to get the money to pay for you and thinkin maybe I paid too fuckin much.”
    She licked her lips and leaned forward so that her face was only inches from his, “I’ll
    do what you want, Sam, just tell me.”
    He turned away from her. “You see that blue light over that door by the men’s room?”
    Maureen nodded, “Yes, I’ve been wondering if it’s an emergency exit.”
    “Ain’t no exit. It’s a private little room what’s locked. Ten buck to the bartender gets the key but can’t stay more than fifteen minutes. Ain’t nothin inside but a big chair and another blue light.” He turned to face her. “Now you know what it’s for?”
    She shook her head, “No, I don’t have any idea.”
    “What a dumb white cunt you is! It’s like a glory hole room only there ain’t no wall between the guy whats gettin blowed and the woman blowin him. Most men gettin their cock sucked like to see the cocksucker, like her to be lookin up at him while she’s suckin.”
    Maureen realized with a sickening dread where this was going. “Does everyone here know what the room is for?” she asked.
    “Yeah, unless they here for the first time.” He glanced around the room. “Looks like nothin but regulars so far.”
    “So when a woman goes into that room with a man everyone knows?”
    “Yeah, everyone knows she’s gonna get on her knees and suck his dick.”
    “And you want me to go there with you now?”
    He shook his head in disgust, “You gonna be suckin my dick most of the night and in the morning too.” He grabbed her upper arms and turned her to face him. “I want you to put the make on each of them guys at the end of the bar. Tell them a hundred and fifty bucks for a blow job. I’ll pay the bartender for the key. You do them one at a time. Suck one, fix your make-up, come out lookin good, and get the next one.”
    She bowed her head and whispered, “Please Sam, don’t make me do this. Not with
    everyone watching and knowing.” She looked up at him. “Can’t we leave? I mean go to a motel, just you and me?” She placed her hand on top of his and squeezed it, “I’ll be
    good, Sam. I mean I’ll make love to you. I’ll do whatever you want. Please, Sam!”
    Instead of answering her, he spoke to the bartender. “Bring Mrs. O’Donnel a double martini and the key.” He gestured toward the door with the blue light and pushed a ten dollar