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CAUTION: This story is not politically correct. It includes the humiliation and degradation of willing and maybe not so willing black women. The "n" word is used liberally.
by Neal
Ebony and Taneesha had gone to bed by the time Bernadine sat down in the living room with Jolene that night.
"So how did it go at da school, Dina?" asked Jolene.
"How did it go?" replied Bernadine, her eyes flashing with anger at the memory. "About how I should have expected. Chalmers is still the same bastard he was when we were in school. When he looked at me he didn't see a teacher or even a human being. He just saw a piece of meat. Not only that, but he had some poor girl in there before I went in that I swear he forced himself on. How can he get away with it?"
"Well, you know how it is here," responded her sister. "Dat white man pretty much do what he likes up to dat school. Ain't never been no other way. I guess you ain't gonna be teachin' up there, huh?"
"No," Bernadine answered. "I'll have to think of something else. Surely there's someplace in this town that needs an intelligent educated person who's ready to do an honest day's work."
"Dey hirin' up to the mill," Jolene offered. "'Course it be workin' for dem Walkers. An' I knows how you feel 'bout dose white folks."
"I don't understand how you can stand to work for those bastards," said the older sister. "Especially George. He's just scum."
"I knows what mama made you do wit' him," said Jolene. "So I's un'erstan you ain't gon' be likin' him or nothin'. But, he ain't so bad now dat he's growed an' married an' everythin'."
George Walker, grown and married. It was hard for Bernadine to imagine him that way. She had a much different picture of him in her memory.
It was her senior year in high school and there was no avoiding her mother's promise to George's father that his son would get to take Bernadine's virginity. It was not a day she'd looked forward to.
* * *
Henrietta sat Bernadine down in the living room. The young colored girl was not looking forward to George's pending visit, but she knew how important it was to stay on the Walker family's good side. Her mother's employment depended upon it.
"You looks real pretty, Dina," Henrietta smiled. "Dis ain't gonna be so bad as you be thinkin'."
"I hate that boy, mama," complained Bernadine. "I hate him touchin' me. I hate him seein' me naked. I hate him knowin' he can do what he wants wit' me."
"You jus' gon' hafta git over dat," said her mother. "Ain't no gettin' outta it now. If'n you like havin' food in yo' belly, clothes on yo' back, an' a roof over yo' head you better be spreadin' dem legs fo' that white boy. Can't be like las' time wit' you fussin' and belly achin'."
"I know," Bernadine replied sadly. "I won't do nothin' to make trouble fo' you."
"Dat's a good girl," Henrietta praised her. "Now, let me tell you somethin' 'bout makin' it easy fo' you an gittin' it over wit' quick. You gots to tell him what a big dick he got. Beg him to be puttin' it in you. An' when he do git it in you, you tells him how good he is. Don't matter if'n it's true or not. You act like you be likin' it an' it'll be over wit' quicker."
"Mama!" objected Bernadine. "I can't tell him that! It's too embarrassin'!"
"If'n you wants it over wit' fast," responded Henrietta, "do like I's tellin' you. You be nice and polite and respectful to dat boy an' everythin's gon' be fine."
"Yes, mama," Bernadine agreed.
Her mother went to the bottom of the stairs.
"Lena!" she called. "Git down here! Ain't you ready to go yet?"
"I's comin', mama," Jolene answered back and came down the steps.
Henrietta stood in front room of the house with young Jolene standing next to her and looked back at Bernadine sitting on the couch.
"We goin' now, girl," she said to her daughter. "Dat boy be comin' by here shortly. Don't you forgit what I be sayin'"
Bernadine nodded. Henrietta opened the door and she and Jolene were gone, leaving the teenager alone and waiting for the white boy to come and take her virginity.
She didn't have long to wait. Her mother had barely been gone a few minutes when George let himself into the house.
"I see you ready for me, Dina," the white boy said with a leer. "Get them clothes off. I'm ready to pop your cherry and have some o' that poontang you been savin'"
"You ready to get down to business just like that?" asked Bernadine.
"Hell, yeah!" he exclaimed. "You're just a nigger, Dina. Fuckin' is what you're for. Now get naked like a good monkey."
Bernadine blushed and felt a little sick. She hated this boy and hated having to follow his orders. But, she'd put all that behind her. She pulled her tee shirt over her head and stood up.
"That's more like it!" crowed George.
The black teenager unsnapped her jeans and let them drop to the floor. She stepped out of them and stood before the white boy dressed only in her underwear. She removed her bra and let her arms drop to her side. The young man stared at her naked breasts as she pulled her panties down and off.
George stepped forward and grabbed Bernadine's naked breasts, squeezing them roughly and pinching her nipples.
"I can do whatever I want with you," he said, grinning. "Just like I can do whatever I want with your mama. You saw her suck my dick. I fucked her, too. Lots of times. I fucked your mama up her black ass. What do you think of that, nigger?"
George stood there in his slacks and shirt face to face with the completely naked colored girl. He twisted Bernadine's breasts painfully causing her to gasp in pain.
"Go lay on the couch, nigger," he ordered, pushing her towards it. "Time to fuck you."
Bernadine stumbled and then lay on the couch and opened her legs. George hastily stripped down and climbed on top of her. He grunted as he settled in between her legs. She could feel his dick head probing for her hole, poking her painfully. Suddenly she felt a small flood of hot sticky liquid on her crotch and thigh.
"Shit," muttered George, climbing back onto his feet, his face red.
The black teenager was puzzled at first and then looked down at her body. Globs of white liquid were in her nappy pussy hair and running off her thigh. The white boy had apparently not lasted long enough to penetrate her. Her hymen was intact. She smiled at the thought.
George got dressed while Bernadine lay on the couch and watched. He left the house without a word.
* * *
Bernadine smiled at the memory of George's embarrassment. In her own mind she'd somehow gotten the best of him that day. He'd never mentioned the incident or even really spoken to her again afterwards. If anything, he seemed a little intimidated by her, but maybe he just couldn't bear to face her.
"I've left all that stuff with George and Mister Walker in the past, Lena," she told her sister. "I've gotten over it."
"I's glad to hear dat," Jolene replied. "If'n you want to, dey got a office for hirin' downtown. Maybe dey make you a manager 'cause a you been a principal."
"I just know I've got to do something," Bernadine said. "I can't be having you and mama supporting me and my girls. I'll go down there in the morning."
* * *
Bernadine arrived at the downtown offices of Walker Industries. Although she knew she'd likely be seeing George, she felt she had the upper hand with him. She walked up to the receptionist's desk where a black woman, perhaps in her early twenties, sat. The woman wore her hair in thin braids and had a very dark complexion. She was a little on the heavy side, but she was more than a little pregnant.
"May I help you?" asked the receptionist.
"Yes, I'm Bernadine Johnson," she replied. "I've got an appointment with Leeza Rice from human resources."
The young black woman picked up the phone and dialed.
"Miss Rice?" she asked. "Bernadine Johnson to see you."
In a moment a slender colored woman, perhaps fifty years old, with very pronounced negro features and medium length hair set in a wave appeared from the hallway beyond the receptionist's desk. Leeza was dressed in an expensive dark gray business dress and wore a pearl necklace and matching earrings. She smiled warmly at Bernadine.
"Hello, Bernadine," Leeza greeted her. "Come this way."
Bernadine followed her back to a fairly spacious office. Leeza offered her a chair and then settled down behind he desk.
"I've looked over your resume and it's very impressive," started Miss Rice. "I do have an opening for an office manager right here in this building that you appear to be more than qualified for..."
The interview went on for over twenty minutes before Bernadine found out who else she'd have to see.
"I'm going to take you to meet Mister Walker now," said Leeza. "He takes a... personal interest... in hirings like yours. Shall we?"
Leeza stood and led the way out the door and down the corridor. She knocked on a door marked "George Walker, Vice President" and opened it.
"Mister Walker, sir?" Leeza said. "I've got a candidate for you to meet."
Bernadine followed the slender black woman into George's office. There he sat, self important looking as ever. A few gray hairs and a few extra pounds, but the same boyish face as she remembered from high school.
"Well, well," said George. "Dina Cook. When I heard you was comin' over here I jus' couldn't believe it. But here you are."
"Hello... Mister Walker," Bernadine choked on the 'Mister', but decided to follow Leeza's lead. She did need a job after all.
"So you two know each other?" Leeza looked back and forth between her employer and Bernadine.
"Oh, yes," smirked George. "Intimately."
Bernadine blushed and felt her face grow warm. How could he say that in front of this woman?
"I'm glad we'll be renewing our relationship, Dina," said George, still grinning.
"Excuse me?" asked Bernadine.
"Oh, I have a special relationship with all the colored girls in the office," he replied with a wink towards Leeza. "Come on around here, girl."
"Yessuh, boss," responded Leeza, her professional mode of speech suddenly countrified.
The slender black woman went around the desk and stood facing Bernadine.
"Yep," said George, standing, "very special. You see, I only hire girls who know their place. Like Leeza here. Bend over, Leeza. I feel like havin' me a little nigger poontang."
"Yessuh, boss," Leeza replied. "Thank you, suh."
Bernadine watched slack-jawed as the director of human resources bent forward and rested her upper body on George's desk. Leeza never broke eye contact with her the whole time. She smiled at Bernadine, but it wasn't the same warm smile she'd greeted her with in the lobby. No, there was something about her expression that made Leeza look like some dumb country girl about to get a treat.
George flipped Leeza's dress up over her back revealing her naked black ass. Miss Rice hadn't been wearing any panties. No doubt for the convenience of her employer. She moved her feet so that her legs were wide apart. Bernadine tried to move but found herself frozen in place, unable to turn her eyes away from the scene in front of her.
"Watch this, Dina," said George, grinning broadly.
The white man unzipped his pants and took his already erect member out of the fly. He stood behind Leeza and slipped it into her vagina. The slender black woman's mouth opened some, giving her an even more stupid looking expression. George started humping her and Bernadine could see the woman's ass jiggle with each stroke.
"Dat's it, boss," said Leeza dreamily, "use mah hole. Use what's yours, suh. Fuck yo' nigga, boss!"
"See, Dina?" George asked, grunting with each thrust. "Leeza's a good nigger. Knows just what she's for and knows her place, too. Jus' like your sister. Jus' like your mama. Your mama knows her place, Dina. You know I still fuck her sometimes? Old nigger's got some good pussy, too. Kinda squeezes my dick while I'm bangin' her. Lena ain't bad neither. Sucks a mean dick, that fat nigger does."
Bernadine was beyond shocked. Here was George, having sex with this woman right in front of her while he talked about her own sister and mother as if they were nothing more than pieces of fuck meat! She tried to say something to express her outrage, but no words came out.
"Tell her what you is, girl," said George as he slammed into the slender negro woman.
"I's a nigga," grinned Leeza, her head jerking as George thrust into her. "A slutty nigga bitch ho. I's a nice warm hole fo' da white man to put his dick in."
"Good girl, Leeza," George praised her. "Good nigger."
"You kin be a good nigga, too, girl" Leeza said, breathing heavily. "You jus' gotta bend over an' take it. Dat's all. Jus' bend over and take it fo' da boss man."
"Here it comes, nigger," groaned the white man. "Take it, bitch!"
George shuddered and rolled his head back. Leeza's mouth opened wider and her eyes sparkled.
"Dat's right, boss!" exclaimed the colored woman from the desk top. "Fill yo' nigga wit' yo' cum. Thank you, suh! You too kind to yo' nigga! Givin' dis nigga yo' cum. I's grateful fo' it, suh! I sho' is!"
Finally, Bernadine was able to take a step backwards from the scene. The professionally attired black lady laying across the white man's desk, her dress up and her ass bared. Leeza lay there panting like a dog while George withdrew from her.
Bernadine backed out the door, turned, and hurried down the hall. She went right past the receptionist, who looked up to see the older woman exit the building.
The negress was surprised to find herself sweating profusely and her heart pounding when she got back to her car. What she'd just seen should have sickened her. But she couldn't help wondering what it must be like for a woman like Leeza to be able to just allow herself to be used that way and seemingly find such pleasure in it. Bernadine could feel a dampness between her legs and was instantly ashamed. How could she possibly feel arousal at such degradation?
Bernadine drove around aimlessly for hours afterwards, completely lost in thought. As she calmed down her arousal cooled. Now that she was thinking rationally again, she knew there was no way she'd submit to that kind of treatment and no way she'd work for George Walker. She couldn't believe she'd been so flustered by the experience now that the heat of the moment had passed. Now all she felt was anger and disgust.
* * *
That night Bernadine sat on the front porch with her sister after the girls had gone to bed.
"So, how'd it go wit' the mill job?" asked Jolene.
"I met a woman there," Bernadine started. "Leeza Rice. It was all perfectly normal at first."
"I knows who she is," Jolene interrupted. "She a real important woman down to the mill. She got a P. H. D. Does all da hirin'."
"Well, she may be a PhD..." continued Bernadine. "But when we went to see George... He bent her over and had sex with her, Lena! Right in front of me! Like they was teachin' me a lesson! He was showin' me he could do it and she was showin' me she was takin' it an' likin' it! I... I... had to leave. I didn't say nothin'... I jus' up an' left."
"To him we all jus' niggas, Dina," Jolene told her. "Don't matter if you educated or jus' dumb an' ignorant. We all the same. Jus' niggas."
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