The events of the day finally caught up to Vivian and she broke down crying. “Please, there has to be something I can do? I can’t afford this right now.”
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Vivian wrinkled her nose as she leaned back on the dirty couch. She could hear the black men arguing out in the garage. Suddenly, one raised his voice. “Who dat fucking bitch think she is?”
Vivian followed the black man to the back of the warehouse. It wasn’t much of an office. It was just a corner of the warehouse partitioned off.
“Damn!” The black youth in the bmw had gotten out of his car and was staring at Vivian as she stepped out of her Lexus. She was wearing a white blouse that was so soaked, it hugged every curve on her petite body.
A garage! She was saved. Vivian winced as she put the car in gear and the noise sounded. She pulled up to the door and honked her horn twice. The door opened and a black teen in a grease covered tee shirt stared at her. “What you be wanting?” he yelled.
At quitting time, it was raining so hard, she was drenched by the time she got in her car.
“Please, no,” cried Vivian, shaking her cell phone. “Come on, come on.” She kept trying as the battery low message flashed and then her phone went dead.
As I walk out of the mall with my bf beside and my black lover look over at me from a slight distance behind, all of a sudden I felt a line of coldness going down my leg.
We kissed and kissed and locked in that posture for a few more minutes untill someone else walked into the washroom and into the cabin next to us.
He keeps on thrusting and pounding me while his big black hands were over my lily white breasts.
