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more.”
    “How come only black cock?” Louis repeated.
    She knew what they wanted to hear. “Because black men make me hot. Because I love the…the taste and smell of black men…of…of their cocks.”
    “Can’t get enough?” Mufta laughed.
    “No, I can’t get enough, never enough.”
    Louis pulled three fifty dollar bills out of his wallet and handed them to her. She gave him the key and followed him to the door with the blue light. It was a small room, not much bigger than a cubicle. There were blue lights behind the opaque ceiling. The room was dominated by a large leather chair. Behind it and across from it the walls were mirrored. On the floor was a thick carpet with a small pillow placed in front of the chair. Against the far wall were a sink and a toilet.
    Louis locked the door behind him and sprawled out in the chair spreading his legs. Maureen was about to kneel before him but he held up his hand. “Not yet,” he said. “For a hundred and fifty I ought to get a little more than a blow job, don’t you think?”
    Maureen nodded, “Yes, but I don’t…”
    He cut her off, “You got a husband, right?”
    The color rose to her cheeks. “Yes,” she said softly. “Yes a husband.”
    “Where’s he now?”
    “At home.”
    He shook his head and looked up at her. She could see the disgust in his eyes. “And where’s that ugly old bastard you’re with takin you when you leave here?”
    She was going to say ‘to a motel,’ but she told the truth instead, “We’re going back to my house.”
    “Where your husband is? You takin that mean prick into your house? You takin him into your bed? You gonna fuck him right there?”
    Maureen bowed her head and the tears spilled down her cheeks. “Yes,” she whispered. “I’m going to do all those things.”
    “Why?”
    She looked up at him and shook her head, “I don’t know why. I wish to God I did. It’s…it’s complicated, confusing. I don’t want to do it. I wish I could run out of here, but…but…there’s this other man, a black man named Travis and he...he.” She bowed her head again. “I’m his woman. I belong to him.”
    “Well just walk the fuck away.”
    “I can’t. I really can’t.”
    “You mean you don’t want to?”
    She nodded, “Yes, it’s both. I can’t and…and I don’t want to.”
    He leaned forward, “I’m not a very good husband or the best fuckin father in the world, but I’m a hellava lot better than you.” He stood up and handed her the key. “I don’t want your mouth on my prick.” He turned at the door. “Keep the fuckin money. Them other two guys is single. They don’t give a shit what kind of slut sucks their cocks!” Maureen had fallen to her knees. She was holding her head between her hands and sobbing. Louis took a step back into the room. “Fix your face and get on out there,” he said.
    After several minutes, Maureen gathered herself together. She forced herself to disregard Louis’s words. Instead, she remembered what she’d been thinking as he berated her. She’d imagined his cock, long and hard. How it would fill her mouth; the hot jets of his cum. She wanted him and he’d refused her. This ordinary looking black man had refused a beautiful young white woman who wanted him to take her!
    She wiped her face clean and carefully reapplied her make-up. When she opened the door everyone looked at her. She noticed Louis wasn’t at the bar with the other two men. When she joined them they appraised her for a few moments. Rashid handed her a martini. “Louis bought you a drink. Said you was real hot.” He smiled. “Said he had to get on home to the wife and kids.” He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close. “You got nice puffy lips, all red and wet.” He whispered in her ear. “You gonna kiss my balls?”
    She sipped her drink before answering him. “Yes, if that’s what you want.”
    “And suck my dick?” He moved his hand up from her waist to her breast.
    Mufta had