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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
It was almost four o'clock in the morning and Bernadine still couldn't get to sleep. Every time she started to drift off, the image of Terri's smiling face looking down at her appeared in her mind. She fought to push the white woman from her mind, but it was impossible.
The black woman had writhed on the floor of the reception area with the brunette's foot placed firmly on her crotch. Bernadine's pussy tingled at the memory and she was instantly ashamed. How could she have lost control the way she had? She knew she had no choice but to comply with the whims of her employer's niece, degrading as they might be. But nothing compelled her to enjoy it. And she had. And Terri knew it. It was humiliating.
* * *
Arriving at the offices of James Hutz, Bernadine was already exhausted. Seeing Terri smile at her from the receptionist's desk made her blush with shame. The young white woman had seen her in a state completely consumed by lust and she could barely even look at her now.
"Good morning, Mrs. Johnson," Terri greeted her. "You don't look all the way awake yet. Would you like me to bring you some coffee?"
"Yes, thanks," said Bernadine softly.
The colored lady realized now that all the politeness that the brunette had displayed in the past was all part of some calculated effort to humiliate her. And that effort had come to fruition now. Bernadine almost wished that Terri would just drop the facade of respect. It was as if she'd merely been mocking her all this time.
Bernadine sat at her desk and tried to collect her thoughts. Terri entered with a steaming mug of coffee, setting in front of her.
"Here you go," smiled Terri.
"Thank you," replied Bernadine.
The young white woman put her finger under the negro's chin and lifted her face to look her in the eyes.
"Thank you?" prompted Terri.
"Thank you, ma'am," blushed Bernadine, lowering her eyes in shame.
"That's better," whispered the brunette, her hazel eyes sparkling. "Don't forget your place with me, girl. Not when we're alone."
"Yes, ma'am," Bernadine responded softly.
The black woman watched the young receptionist leave the room and stared after her. She hated the power the brunette had over her. The power to command her. To humble her. To arouse her.
The intercom buzzed.
"Bernadine?" came James' voice. "Come by my office."
"Yes, sir," she replied. "I'll be right there."
Bernadine got up and headed towards the attorney's office. When she got there, she was surprised to see Marcy sitting in the visitor's chair. The colored woman stood in front of James' desk.
"So, Marcy, what do you think?" he asked.
"Very professional looking, yes," observed the white lady. "But a little too conservative."
"What do you suggest?" James wanted to know.
Marcy paused, considering the possibilities.
"Well, I'd start by dressing her in something a little more revealing," she replied after a few seconds. "Show off plenty of cleavage. Much shorter skirt. You want to show off alot of those legs. Plus, I'd put her in a size too small so she looks like she's ready to burst out. Of course, you'll want sluttier looking makeup on her. Boots might be a little over the top, but the effect would be hot."
Bernadine was flabbergasted. Were these two going to just sit there and discuss her as if she were a mannequin? She glanced at Marcy and took in her bright red lips, remembering how they felt against her own. Instantly, she was ashamed of herself. The incident in the driveway had been a humiliating experience and she knew she shouldn't be aroused by the memory. Still, she felt a twinge or two between her legs.
"Hmmm...," pondered James. "Do you have time to take care of it? The client is coming over next week and I want her to look as... well... stimulating as possible."
Marcy stood and looked Bernadine in the eyes. The white lady smiled and touched the negro's face.
"Oh, I think I can find the time," she said. "I think I'll enjoy this."
"Good," replied James, looking back and forth between the two women. "Uh... why don't you take Terri along, too? She's more familiar with this particular client's tastes."
"The more the merrier, Jim," Marcy said, the sultriness in her voice was unmistakable. "I'll go let her know to get ready."
Marcy winked at Bernadine such that James couldn't see her do it. The white woman walked out of the room, leaving the negress alone with the attorney.
"Morris and Sizlack would be an important new client," said James. "And Sizlack's got an eye for colored girls. You'll be... interacting with him closely. Don't disappoint him. Or me. Understand?"
This time, Bernadine's feelings of indignation barely materialized. The black woman was beaten down and becoming used to her role as office whore. First the attorney, his girlfriend, his daughter, and most recently his niece. Now he wanted to use her charms to reel in a new client.
The extra level of degradation was hardly noticeable to her. Still, Bernadine felt what little dignity she had left being stripped away. This was not going to happen to Ebony. The mother would take it in order to spare her daughter.
"Yes, sir," Bernadine replied. "I understand."
"Good," James stated. "Marcy and Terri will know what to do. Don't give them any trouble."
Bernadine felt as though she were a child being lectured by an adult on how to behave properly. Again, she felt the anger starting to flare, but she suppressed it. There was nothing to be gained by it.
"No, sir," she said. "I won't."
"I'm glad we understand each other," said the white man. "Now get going."
James returned his focus to some papers on his desk. Bernadine turned and went out to the reception area. Marcy and Terri were waiting for her there.
"Tony'll be waiting for us outside," Terri was telling Marcy. "I know just the place to go." She turned to Bernadine. "Let's go, girl."
The negress followed the two white women out of the office and onto the sidewalk. A white Cadillac was parked at the curb. A tall black man, perhaps thirty years old, wearing a suit and tie stood beside it. He eyed Bernadine skeptically as they approached.
"Good morning, Miss Marcy," he said, opening the back door of the car. "It's a pleasure to see you, ma'am."
"Hello, Tony," smiled Marcy as she climbed in.
"Excuse me, Miss Terri. Do you want the girl in back with you ladies?" asked Tony. "Or do you want her up front with me?"
"Up front," Terri replied. "I think it'd be a little crowded back here."
"Very good, ma'am," said Tony.
The tall black man closed the door after Terri was seated. He turned to Bernadine.
"Well?" he said, puzzled. "Don't jus' stand there, girl! Get in!"
Bernadine had been surprised by the sight of the fancy car and driver, but she quickly snapped out of it. The colored woman opened the front door of the Caddy and sat down. Tony slid behind the wheel and they pulled onto the street.
"Take us to Nikki's, boy," instructed Terri from the back seat.
"Very good, ma'am," replied Tony.
Boy? Bernadine glanced at the well dressed black man driving the car. She still had a ways to go before she'd be accustomed to the casual way these white women addressed blacks. It seemed like this whole town was stuck in the distant past.
"Nikki's?" repeated Marcy. "Isn't that place a little young for what we want?"
"Don't worry, Marcy," Terri assured her. "I know what this guy'll like. Trust me."
The drive was short. They arrived at small strip mall just past the downtown area. Tony parked the car in front and hopped out. Bernadine looked at the storefront and the clothing in the window. None of what she saw was remotely like anything she'd choose for herself. She let herself out.
Tony was holding the door for Marcy and Terri as Bernadine stepped onto the asphalt. The white women headed for the store. The negress followed.
"We might be a while, boy," said Terri.
"That's fine, ma'am," replied Tony. "I'll be here waiting for you."
A bell rang as the glass front door opened. The three women entered the store. Bernadine looked around and saw two younger white women looking through the racks of clothing. They both looked up to see them with surprised expressions on their faces. Terri headed straight to the back with Marcy right behind her. The negress followed them.
"So, what do you think of this?" Terri asked Marcy, holding up a flimsy looking silk blouse. "As soon as Uncle Jim told me what he had in mind I thought of this blouse. I could never wear it, but I think it'd be fine on the nigger."
"Yes, I agree completely!" replied Marcy. "I'd love to wear something like that, but I could never leave the house in it!"
"Let's see if it fits," said Terri. "Take off the jacket and blouse, girl. Put this on."
Bernadine looked around for the fitting room, but didn't see it right away.
"What are you waiting for?" asked Terri. "We've got other stops to make so we don't have all day."
"I don't see the fitting room," Bernadine responded.
"Oh, the fitting rooms aren't for niggers, girl," Terri informed her. "Just try it on right here. No one will mind."
Her face hot, Bernadine started to object. How dare this woman say that! How could she expect a dignified black woman to undress in the middle of the store?! But, she realized it wouldn't matter. She wasn't a dignified anything now. Not anymore.
Bernadine slipped off her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse. Removing it, she stood in her bra between the racks of clothing.
"Put it on," commanded Terri.
The black woman could see herself in a mirror as she put the flimsy blouse on. The buttons only came up to a point at the same level as her nipples. Her bra was clearly visible through the sheer material.
"That seems like her size," observed Marcy. "We should see how it looks without the bra."
"Yeah," agreed Terri. "And you're right about the size. Let's see if they have one a size smaller." She turned to Bernadine. "Take it off. And the bra. You won't be wearing on anyways and we need to see how it's gonna look."
Did they seriously expect her to bare her breasts in the middle of this store? Bernadine's hands trembled as she removed the blouse. She looked around briefly before unclasping the bra and taking it off. The negro stood there with her arm across her chest and her head bowed.
"Excuse me, miss!" Terri called to a white sales girl standing at the counter. "We need some help over here."
The girl was about twenty with short blonde hair and a little too much makeup. Her clothing was quite fashionable, however, though her gum chewing spoiled the effect. She looked at Bernadine as she made her away across the store.
"Can I help you?" she said when she got to them.
"Do you have this in a size smaller?" Terri asked. "This one is a little loose on her."
The sales girl smirked as she looked at Bernadine. The black woman blushed and continued to try to cover her breasts with her arm.
"I think there's something in the back," she replied. "I'll have a look."
The sales girl took another look at Bernadine and walked off.
"Oh, stop that, Mrs. Johnson," instructed Terri, exasperated. "Nobody cares about seeing some nigger's tits. Honestly. You'll just have to get used to it. Might as well take the skirt off, too. We'll be trying those on next."
Bernadine unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Her naked breasts swayed as she bent to pick it up after she stepped out of it.
"Try this," said the sales girl, who'd just returned.
Terri accepted the blouse from her and handed it to Bernadine. The three white women watched expectantly as the negro put it on. Her nipples pressed against the fabric and the buttons bulged. She could see that her breasts were clearly visible through it when she looked in the mirror across the aisle.
"Perfect!" exclaimed Terri. "That's just the look he'll go for!"
"Yes, she's delicious in it!" smiled Marcy.
The sales girl just grinned at the sight of the two white women playing dress up with the colored lady as if she were a life sized Malibu Stacy. Bernadine just wished it would be over with soon.
"Look at this!" squealed Terri. "This is just too perfect!"
The brunette held a black form fitting miniskirt up.
"Oh my!" replied Marcy. "Don't you think she's got too much ass for that?"
"Put it on, girl," ordered Terri. "I think it'll work."
Bernadine blushed as she pulled the skirt up. It came up halfway between her knees and her crotch and stretched over her ass.
"She looks like a hooker in it," said Marcy. "Are you sure that's the look to go for?"
"Definitely," Terri assured her. "Sizlack is a total perv. He'll love it!"
"I think you need a jacket to finish this outfit," Marcy said, looking Bernadine up and down. "Her boobs are just hanging right out there. A little mystery would be good. Otherwise she might as well be naked."
"Yes...," pondered Terri. "But, something short..."
Terri browsed through the rack and pulled out a black jacket that matched she skirt.
"How about this?" she asked Marcy. Then, turning to Bernadine, "put it on, girl."
Bernadine put the jacket on. The buttons barely reached the button holes, but at least it covered her nipples.
"I like!" said Marcy, drinking in the full view of Bernadine's body. "If I were a man, I'd want to see what was underneath! I like how it doesn't cover the cleavage at all, but saves the nipples to be a treat later when it comes off."
"We'll take what she's wearing," Terri told the sales girl.
Bernadine looked at herself in the mirror. A middle aged prostitute looked back. She felt slightly sick to her stomach at the idea she'd have to dress up in this outfit.
"Take it all off and give it to the sales lady so she can ring it up, girl," instructed Terri. "Be quick about it."
The negress removed the jacket and unzipped the skirt, letting it drop. Her breasts swayed under the sheer blouse as she stepped out of the skirt. She handed the clothing to the smirking sales girl. Bernadine unbuttoned the blouse and struggled a little getting the undersized garment off. The white girl took it and went to the cash register to ring up the purchases.
Her breasts exposed, Bernadine pulled her bra out of the pile of her old clothes.
"Put the skirt on first, girl," ordered Terri. "Leave those udders out."
"Yes, ma'am," replied Bernadine.
The black woman hastily glanced around and saw that the other two shoppers in the store were watching her with undisguised interest. Marcy smiled while she watched Bernadine's naked breasts swing as she put the skirt on. The negro blushed hotly.
"May I put my bra on now, ma'am?" asked Bernadine.
"No," said Terri. "No bra. Just put the blouse on, Mrs. Johnson. I like seeing you jiggle like a slut."
Marcy giggled. Bernadine burned with shame. The colored woman put her blouse on, her nipples poking against the silk. Once her jacket was back on, she stuffed her bra into one of the pockets. Terri led the way to pick up their purchases.
"Carry those, girl," ordered Terri once she'd finished paying for the clothes.
The negress picked up the items and followed the white women out of the store. Her unrestrained breasts swung with every step. Tony was standing next to the car watching them approach. He opened the back door for the two ladies. Bernadine got in the front.
"Take us home, boy," Terri instructed the driver once he'd gotten into the car. "We have time for some fun before we need to get back to the office."
"Yes, ma'am," said the black driver as he started the motor and pulled out of the parking lot.
Fun? Bernadine shuddered at the thought of what Terri would consider fun. A feeling of trepidation crept over her, mixed with nervous excitement. Even though she struggled against it, she could feel the moistness growing between her legs.
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