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bill across the bar. Maureen turned away from him and glanced at the front door. Sam grabbed her arm, “Don’t you get no fuckin funny ideas less you wants cut.”
    When the bartender placed the drink in front of her, she tried to pick it up but her hand trembled so much she put it back down. After a few minutes she tried again and drank quickly. Sam watched her and nodded his head, “That’s right, get a little buzz goin. Think about how them black cocks is gonna taste.” She finished the drink. The bartender took a brass key out of the cash register and slid it toward Maureen. She stared down at it.
    Sam leaned toward her, “Tell me what you is,” he said.
    Not looking at him she said, “I’m a white woman for blacks.”
    “That’s right. That’s what you is. Now tell me what you’re gonna do.”
    She didn’t answer. Roughly Sam turned her toward him and held her face so that she had to look into his eyes, “Tell me, bitch,” he rasped angrily.
    “I…I’m going to ask the three men at the end of the bar if they’ll let me…let me…suck them….suck their cocks.”
    “But they gotta pay. A hundred and fifty each. You get the money up front.”
    She felt light headed and dizzy. She nodded, “Yes, I’ll get the money first.”
    “And what you gonna do with the money?”
    “I’m going to give it to you.”
    “That’s right.” He put the key in her hand.
    As she walked toward the three men at the end of the bar, she tried not to notice most of the people in the place had stopped talking and were watching her. The only sound was the clicking of her heels on the floor. The three men had swung around on their bar stools to look at her as she approached. They knew what she was coming for and so did everyone else. Her face was flushed. She stood before them looking down at the floor. Her legs were shaking. She swallowed hard, holding back the tears.
    The tall man named Louis was first to speak, “What you say your name was?” he asked.
    “Mrs. O’Donnel, Maureen, Maureen O’Donnel,” she said still not looking up.
    “What that you got in your hand?” Louis grinned at his two friends.
    “It…it’s a key.”
    “For what?”
    “The room. The room with the blue light.”
    Louis poked Rashid, “Why you bringin that key down here?”
    Maureen hesitated. The place was absolutely silent. In a mumbled whisper she said, “It’s for you…for you to take me there.”
    Louis pretended to be angry. In a loud voice he said, “Look up here and speak up! What the hell you gonna do for me in the blue room?”
    She raised her eyes. All three men were grinning at her. “I…I’ll suck you.”
    “Our cocks? You sayin you want to suck our cocks?”
    “Yes.” She frowned hardly able to believe she was doing this. Her husband and children at home and she was standing here naked under her dress propositioning three black men in a bar, saying she would suck their cocks.
    Louis winked at his companions, “For free?”
    Flustered, Maureen quickly shook her head, “No…no. Sam said a hundred and fifty.”
    “That’s for all three of us, right?”
    “No. He said a hundred and fifty each.”
    Mufta, the oldest of the three was short, crafty looking and wiry. He scowled at her, “That’s a lot of fuckin money for a goddamn blow job! How good is you?”
    Maureen sensed that everyone was still listening. Her throat had gone dry. She bowed her head. “Good,” she said quietly, “I’m very good.”
    Rashid nodded at his friends, “What exactly is it that you’re very good at, Mrs. O’Donnel?”
    Maureen could feel her nipples stiffen and the tingling in her crotch, “Sucking,” she said. “I’m very good at sucking.”
    Louis put his hands on her waist and drew her closer, “You suck your husband’s cock? You suck any white cock?” he asked.
    “No. Not my husband’s. Just black. Just black men.”
    “How come?”
    Maureen looked up at them, “Please,” she said, her eyes tearing, “no