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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
The butterflies were fluttering in Natalie's stomach as she picked up the pay phone in the hotel lobby. She was very curious about the details of the personal appearance that Mister Gray had in mind for Danessa. Her agent, Donald Kincaid, had been vague about the particulars. Still, a job was a job. Just a single appearance seemed to be worth over a thousand dollars and who knew where it might lead. Li'l Nessa could be back on top again.
Natalie held the receiver in one hand and a quarter in the other. She slipped the coin in the slot and dialed the number on the piece of paper. Her anxiousness grew while the phone rang on the other end of the line.
"Hello?" answered a woman's voice.
"Hello," replied Natalie. "Is Mister Gray there? This is Natalie Summers."
"Natalie Summers!" responded the voice happily. "I'm glad to hear from you! I'm Jennifer and I handle making these kind of arrangements for Mister Gray. I hope you're available to come by and meet with him this afternoon."
"Yes, I kin do that," said Natalie. "Where you at?"
"We're downtown," Jennifer told her. "Are you driving? I can give you directions."
"I ain't got my car with me," Natalie responded.
In fact, Natalie didn't own a car. But, she wasn't about to tell Jennifer that. Sounding desperate would be a mistake.
"I can pick you up if you like," said Jennifer. "It's not a problem."
"You know where the Richmond Hotel is?" asked Natalie. "I's there right now."
"I can find it," replied Jennifer. "I'll pick you up in an hour."
An hour seemed like a long time to wait, but for the possibility of a job for Danessa, it was worth it.
"I be here," said Natalie.
"Okay," Jennifer spoke. "Bye."
"Bye."
Now all Natalie could do was wait here in the lobby. She hoped that without the cap and apron, her dress didn't look too much like a maid's uniform. It was bad enough to have Jennifer pick her up at the seedy hotel, but she didn't have the energy to find her way to a more fashionable address.
The one thing Natalie hated was to appear desperate, even though that's exactly how she felt now. She remembered all too well how far desperation took her. It may have gotten her what she'd hoped for, but it came at the price of her dignity.
Ten years earlier, Natalie's hopes had been raised. Her own dreams of stardom had faded away, but she'd had the chance for her daughter to live them instead. And, she'd been desperate to make it happen.
* * *
Natalie didn't give up her quest for an acting career after her first attempt failed and left her humiliated and shamed. She continued to answer casting calls and more than a few times submitted on the casting couch.
She'd appeared in small parts mainly on soap operas as a waitress or a nurse, but usually as a maid. It hadn't been enough to support herself, so she continued waiting tables. Although no director ever discovered her there, Reggie Summers did. They were married and she put her dream on hold. A year later, Danessa was born.
Danessa was a cutie and was a naturally outgoing child. It wasn't long before Natalie's dream was rekindled. This time, it was through her daughter.
It started with modeling jobs in catalogs and newspaper advertisements. They didn't pay alot, but they did give Danessa the exposure that her mother knew she needed. Natalie kept her eye on the trade publications, hoping for an acting opportunity for her little girl.
The casting call for "The Malarkeys" jumped off the page at her. They needed a child actress to play the part of a cute little black girl adopted by a white suburban family. Natalie thought it would be perfect for Danessa.
They arrived early at the studio. Natalie had spend alot of time getting Danessa ready. She was determined to have her daughter stand out. However, it seemed as though every stage mother in town was there with the same idea. There had to be at least fifty little girls all waiting to be adopted by the Malarkeys.
Natalie was surprised when it appeared that a young man who couldn't have been more than twenty was in charge of making the first round of cuts. It seemed the casting director wanted the pool weeded out to a dozen candidates before they'd even get serious consideration. Danessa was not among those chosen.
Angered and indignant, Natalie went up to the red headed young man to plead her case. His freckles made him seem even younger than he was.
"Excuse me," Natalie asked him. "What's wrong with my little girl? She's prettier than any of them girls you chose."
"I'm sorry, ma'am," replied the young man. "She's too short. They've already cast the other kids in the family, and they want this girl to be the same height as the daughter. Sorry."
"I's sure if you gave her a chance, they wouldn't be carin' 'bout that!" said Natalie. "She's a growin' girl anyways. She be the right damn height by the time they be shootin' this."
"Well, they have me specific instructions, ma'am," said the young man. "I'm just an intern here. It's not up to me."
Natalie was feeling the desperation rising. She turned to Danessa, bending down to look the little girl in the eye.
"You wait over there, baby," she told her. "Mama's gotta talk to the man."
"'kay," replied Danessa.
Danessa went over to a bench along the wall and sat down. Natalie turned back to the young intern.
"I kin make it worth your while, sugar," said Natalie with a sultry tone in her voice.
"Uh, I don't get it, ma'am," replied the intern haltingly.
"Is there someplace more private we can talk?" she asked.
"In here," the intern gestured to a door.
Inside the small windowless room was a table and a few chairs around it. It looked like a break room. But, it would do, thought Natalie. She closed the door and faced the intern. She stepped closer to him. Her breasts brushed against his chest. She could see the perspiration beading up on his forehead.
"You like black ladies, sugar?" asked Natalie.
"Well, yeah," answered the intern.
"I could tell," said Natalie. "I ain't met a white man yet who ain't had a li'l jungle fever in him. An' a white man who got jungle fever, he don't jus' want some "woman 'o color" or some "African American". No, he wants a nigga bitch. A nigga bitch who ain't mindin' gittin' down on her knees an' suckin' his big white dick. Ain't that what you want, sugar?"
"I... uh... respect... uh... black women, ma'am!" stammered the young white man.
Natalie put her hand on the intern's thigh. He didn't move. She smiled at him.
"Of course you do," cooed Natalie. "I kin tell you do. But, you ain't gotta be all PC wit' me. I's a nigga, jus' how you like 'em. I's ready to suck yo' big white dick. All you gotta do is git my li'l girl in fo' a audition. That's all."
Natalie moved her hand over to red haired man's crotch. She could feel the bulge in his pants and grinned. She'd learned a few things about acting over the years. She started rubbing his dick through the fabric.
"Damn...," groaned the intern.
"So, do we got a understandin'?" asked Natalie sweetly, her hand still stroking the young white man's crotch.
"Yeah...," he gasped. "I'll get her in to see the casting director."
"Good," replied Natalie. "Now, I's gonna show you how much I 'preciate that."
Sinking to her knees, Natalie never took her eyes off the interns face. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. When she pulled his pants down to his knees, his erection sprung out. The head was purple. There wasn't any doubt about how bad he wanted her. She wrapped her hand around the shaft.
"Oh, you're a big one, sugar!" grinned Natalie. "Nice big white dick fo' a nigga bitch to suck on."
With that, Natalie opened her mouth and took his cock in her mouth. She continued to look the intern in the eye as she started to move back and forth on his dick. She took her free hand and started to gently caress his balls. They started twitching at her touch. The young man was about to explode.
"Fuck!" exclaimed the intern. "Goddamn!"
Natalie bobbed her head faster on the head of his cock and started stroking the shaft with her hand. He couldn't take more than a few seconds of that and shot off in her mouth. She sucked his cock dry, milking it with her hand. She swallowed every drop.
"Oh...," he sighed. "Man..."
Wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, Natalie rose to her feet. She brushed off her knees while the intern pulled up his pants.
"So, sugar, where do I take my li'l girl for her audition?" she asked sweetly.
"I'll take you in to see the casting director," he answered, still breathing hard. "Damn, that was fuckin' great!"
"I knew you'd like it," smiled Natalie. "We better go now."
"Oh, yeah...," replied the intern.
He opened the door and Natalie followed him back out into the main room. Danessa looked up from where she sat. She got up from her chair and walked over to her mother.
"Is I gonna have a audition, mama?" she asked.
"Yes, baby," Natalie replied. "Mama's got it all taken care of."
The young red haired man led the way out of the studio and down a corridor. They came around a corner to find a waiting room where the other girls and their mothers were waiting for their big chance. Natalie and Danessa took a seat. The intern disappeared into an office marked "Private".
Natalie could still remember her first time in this situation some twenty years earlier. She'd never forgotten the shame and humiliation she'd felt then. Like then, she'd do what she had to. She waited there with her daughter for the call.
One by one, mother daughter pairs were called in until Natalie and Danessa were the only ones left. After the last pair left, the intern stepped out into the hallway.
"Mrs. Summers?" he asked. "You can go in. Your daughter can wait out here."
Sighing, Natalie stood up. So, she'd be the only mother to be seen alone. Apparently the young man had told the casting director what she'd done and now he wanted some, too. Well, if that's what it took, she thought, then that's what she'd do.
She was taken aback to find a woman behind the desk in the office. The casting director was a white woman in her late thirties with long auburn hair. She stood as Natalie entered the room.
"Close the door," she instructed her. "Surprised to find a woman here? I'm Audrey Dickinson, the casting director for show."
Natalie shut the door. Audrey stepped up to her. She was a little taller than the black woman and looked down at her.
"Wayne tells me you're very anxious to get your kid onto the show," Audrey started. "He also told me you're..., how should I say it? Eager to please? I like that."
The intern had told her, all right. She was embarrassed that Audrey knew what she'd done and what lengths she'd go to.
"Yes," agreed Natalie simply. "I know Danessa would be perfect for this role an' I want to help her get started on her career."
"Wayne told me you sucked his dick," Audrey stated plainly. "Is that true?"
"Yes," replied Natalie, hanging her head.
"He also said you told him you're a nigger," the white lady went on. "Are you?"
"Yes," admitted Natalie, her face burning with shame.
"That's "Yes, ma'am", nigger," Audrey corrected her.
"Sorry, ma'am," replied Natalie humbly.
This wasn't the first time she'd been forced to take on a subservient role when dealing with whites in a position of power over her. However, it usually wasn't with a woman. It was humiliating to have to take it like that, but she'd already come so far.
"Your girl isn't exactly the type we're looking for," Audrey told her. "However, I have... influence with the producer. I'm sure I can get her an audition."
"I'd be grateful if you'd do that, ma'am," said Natalie hopefully.
"Perfect," smiled Audrey. "Now all you have to do is crawl over here and eat me."
"What?!" exclaimed Natalie. "But..."
"Is there a problem, Natalie?" asked Audrey. "You said you'd be grateful. I'd like you to express your gratitude by servicing me. Now get on your knees and get over here."
Clearly Audrey enjoyed her position of dominance over her, thought Natalie. It would be degrading, but she was more that willing to put her pride on hold to get Danessa on the track to success.
"Yes, ma'am," Natalie acquiesced.
Natalie knelt on the carpet. Audrey smiled triumphantly and slipped her panties off from under her skirt before sitting in the swivel chair behind her desk. She turned to face the kneeling negress and rested a leg up on her desk.
"That's better," said Audrey. "I like niggers. I like having them service me. Get on with it."
"Yes, ma'am," answered Natalie obediently.
On her hands and knees, she crawled to where the casting director waited expectantly. Natalie had never performed sexual favors on a woman before, but she knew that she had to start now if she wanted Danessa to have her chance. She poked her head under Audrey's skirt.
"That's a good girl," Audrey praised her. "Time to get busy."
Audrey was obviously aroused. Natalie could smell her scent long before she worked her face up between the white lady's thighs. Her pussy was musky and covered in thick auburn hair. Tentatively, she reached out with her tongue and licked the length of her swollen pink lips.
"Ah, yesss...," sighed Audrey dreamily. "That's the spot..."
Encouraged by the positive response, Natalie continued running her tongue up and down the casting director's vagina, working it in between her labia. When she came to her clit, she gently circled it, causing Audrey's thighs to quiver.
She felt the white woman's hands on the back of her head, forcing her face into her crotch. Audrey was almost as insistent as a man, pushing Natalie's head down on his dick. The colored woman gasped for breath, but continued to pleasure the white lady as best she could.
"Ah, ahhh...," moaned Audrey. "Ahhh..."
Audrey clenched her thighs together as her orgasm washed over her. The gush of wetness was Natalie's reward. The white woman ground her pussy into the negro's face. At last, she relaxed and released her.
"My, you do know how to please," Audrey praised her. "Come back tomorrow at ten. Your girl will have her audition. I'll put in a good word for her."
Natalie rose to her feet, her face coated with the casting director's juices.
"Thank you, Miss Dickinson," she said gratefully. "I 'preciate whatever you kin do fo' us."
"Yeah...," replied Audrey dreamily. "Ten o'clock... Don't be late."
Natalie let herself out of the office and found Danessa waiting for her where she'd left her.
"Are you okay, mama?" asked the girl. "Your hair is messed up."
"Everything is fine, baby," Natalie assured her daughter. "Mama's got you a audition. I just gotta go freshen up in the ladies room a little an' we kin go home."
The restroom was a few doors down the hallway. Danessa waited outside while Natalie went in and washed her face. As she combed her hair in the mirror afterwards, she looked at her reflection. Just what wouldn't she do? At that moment, she couldn't think of a thing. She'd never been closer to her goal.
The audition the next day was a success. Danessa won over the producer, perhaps with more than a little help from the casting director. A month later they shot the pilot episode of "The Malarkeys" and it was picked up by the network. It went on to run for six years, although only three with Li'l Nessa.
* * *
Yes, Danessa had been a star. Natalie had finally achieved through her daughter that which she couldn't achieve for herself. Unfortunately, it had been short lived.
Now, Natalie was in the lobby of the seedy hotel where she toiled as a maid, waiting for another chance. This opportunity wasn't for a show or even a commercial. Still, it was something. And that was a whole lot better than nothing. She'd do what she had to to make it work.
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