Laquetta on the Streets | Neal's Home Page | ASSTR Home Page
by Neal
Friday night was usually a busy one down on the street corner by the liquor store. Laquetta got there early to find several of the other working girls already there. White men flush with cash, having just been paid for their week of work, were anxious to hand some of it over for a little pleasure of the flesh before returning home. It was just good business to be selling when market demand was high.
Wearing too much make up, slutty costume jewelry, and clothes too small for her that left little to the imagination, Laquetta was ready for work.
It was still early when the familiar black sedan pulled up to the curb. Laquetta walked over to it as the window rolled down. She didn't use her usual saunter as she approached the vehicle. He was no ordinary john. She felt a nervous sense of anticipation as she leaned in the window.
Laquetta was very surprised to see a trim, professionally dressed, middle aged white lady sitting behind the wheel, though the car was unmistakably his. The woman had blonde hair stylishly short and wore the kind of makeup that made her look like she didn't need make up.
"Well, you're the fattest nigger whore here," she said as she peered over at the small clutch of black prostitutes still hanging out on the sidewalk. "So it's probably you that I've been sent to get. My employer did give me a question to ask to be sure. It's an odd question, though."
The big black girl was taken aback some by this white lady's tone. But she was also aroused by it. This lady was here at his bidding, she realized, and she related to this woman as she did to him. She felt the same submissiveness with this woman as she did with the white man himself.
"Yes, ma'am?" she answered, wondering what the question was.
"Where's the pay toilet around here?" the white lady asked looking right into Laquetta's eyes.
The black whore felt a wave of shame wash over her. Her face flushed and felt hot. She knew the answer to that all too well. She couldn't face her as she answered and looked down into the empty passenger seat.
"Right here, ma'am," she said, her reply almost inaudible.
"I didn't hear you," said the lady. "You'll have to speak up."
"I is, ma'am," Laquetta spoke, humiliated. "I's the pay toilet."
She wanted to see him again. She knew she had to answer this white lady's question if that was going to happen.
"Ah, that's better," grinned the older woman. "I heard you that time, and I'm not surprised. My employer is interested in purchasing the next forty eight hours of your time. He's prepared to pay five hundred dollars for it. Is that acceptable?"
"Yes, ma'am," replied the big black girl.
"Get in," ordered the white lady.
Laquetta opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. She felt a certain excitement mixed with anxious anticipation at the prospect of being taken to him. The white lady pulled the car away from the curb and headed down the boulevard. She glanced over at the negro prostitute seated beside her.
"I can't for the life of me understand his taste in women," she mused. "I told him I could arrange a nice escort for him. A pretty white girl. It's not like he can't afford better than you. He could pick up the phone and have any woman he wanted. But, no. 'Go get me that fat nigger slut,' he tells me. So here I am, in a part of the city where I don't even like to stop for traffic lights, let alone stop, picking up some nasty black street whore."
Laquetta felt deeply shamed by the white lady's comments. She seemed so mean. The man treated her like a whore to be sure, she thought. But she didn't feel contempt coming from him like she did from this woman. Maybe she was jealous. He could have any woman, including the white lady. But he wanted the big black girl
"My name is Miz Kingsley," said the white lady as she moved the car through the early evening traffic. "But you may continue to address me as ma'am. What do they call you besides whore?"
"Laquetta," replied the big black girl. "I mean, Laquetta, ma'am."
Miz Kingsley looked over at the colored woman briefly.
"Look," said the white lady as she stopped for a red light, "where we're going your, uh, manner of dress will not be acceptable. 'Urban street walker' is going to clash with the decor. I see a used clothing store on the next block. Run it quickly and get something to cover yourself with."
The light changed and the older woman pulled over and parked the car. Opening her purse, she pulled out a fifty dollar bill and handed it to the negress. Laquetta felt her face get hot again and a knot grow in her stomach. She didn't like the white lady rubbing her face in what she was. The woman made her feel like street trash. She couldn't understand why she also felt her pussy tingling and growing moist.
"Yes, ma'am," Laquetta answered, shamed.
"Here's an advance on you pay," said Miz Kingsley. "Get something halfway decent, will you? I'd come in and find something for you myself, but I don't want to go in a place like that. Besides I don't like the idea of leaving his car unattended here. Run along now."
Laquetta took the money and got out of the car. The used clothing store did look a little seedy. A liquor store on one side and a newsstand on the other.
She walked in to the dimly lit store, her eyes taking a moment to adjust since it was still daylight outside in the early evening. The big black girl found the plus size rack easily enough under the watchful gaze of an old white haired black man who seemed to be the proprietor of the establishment. She found a long black trench coat style raincoat for fifteen dollars that fit her and covered her clothes.
The man never took his eyes off Laquetta the whole time. He even eyed her suspiciously as she handed him the money and accepted the change. He obviously could tell what she was from the way she was dressed. She got the impression that he probably figured the coat was for some perverted purpose. The colored woman hurried out of the store wearing her purchase. She got back into the black sedan. The white lady looked her over.
"I guess that will have to do," she said finally. "You could have done worse, I suppose. Don't want to keep him waiting, though."
Miz Kingsley started the motor and rejoined the traffic headed downtown. Laquetta still had no idea where they were going. They passed through a fancy commercial district before finally arriving at one of the higher class hotels in the city. It wasn't anything like the "by the hour" flea bags that Laquetta was familiar with.
The white lady pulled the car up to front door where they were met by a uniformed valet, a black man about Laquetta's age.
"Here's where we're going," said the lady to the whore.
Miz Kingsley opened the door and got out, handing the keys to the valet. Laquetta got out of her side and glanced over at the black man in the fancy valet uniform. He looked back at her and smirked, clearly recognizing her for what she was in spite of the long coat she wore over her hooker garb.
Together, the two women entered the hotel lobby through the large revolving glass door that opened onto a large high ceilinged lobby with a large chandelier. Well dressed men and women went about their business, though Laquetta felt that all eyes were upon her. She thought everyone who saw her knew what she was: a cheap whore. She felt a knot in her stomach from the shame of it.
They got in a glass elevator that went up the wall of the lobby. Laquetta watched the lobby fall away as the elevator rose. They finally stopped on the twelfth floor and got out. The white lady led the way to a door. She took a card key out of her purse and slipped it into the slot. The door clicked and she pushed it open.
The room was a suite. Plushly carpeted and nicely furnished with a couch, a couple of easy chairs, and a coffee table. A desk and chair were against one wall. Doors to two bedrooms on another wall. The wall opposite the entrance wasn't a wall at all. It was a window with sheer curtains that had quite an impressive view of the city's downtown area.
Laquetta had never been in such a hotel room. Not one so luxurious. Not even one so clean. And the TV wasn't even chained to the wall. High class all around.
The white lady turned to the black whore.
"All right," she sighed, "strip. Let's see what I've got to do to get you ready. He'll be out of his conference in an hour and half and then he's got a dinner meeting less than an hour after that. He'll want you ready for use when he gets here so he can get off quickly, take a shower, and not be late. You can do it in this bedroom"
Miz Kingsley led the way into the first bedroom. Laquetta was taken aback a little at the matter of fact way the lady rattled off his itinerary. Using her was just another item on his to do list. She slipped off her new coat and hung it on a hanger on the rack that was just inside bedroom door. The black girl looked towards the white woman to see what she was supposed to do now.
"I said get undressed!" the white lady said peevishly. "Sheesh! Dumb nigger. Take your clothes off! I seriously doubt you're presentable."
"You wants me to take my clothes off?" asked the black street walker, puzzled. "You said he weren't gonna be here for a hour an' a half."
Whap! The white lady slapped her face hard.
"Listen, you stupid bitch!" the older woman said angrily. "Take your clothes off and do it now! If you're too slow witted to understand what I'm saying I better know it now so I can go fetch another cheap whore up here for him. I know you're just a dumb nigger, but this is ridiculous!"
Laquetta immediately began unbuttoning her blouse. Miz Kingsley's words stung her as much as the slap across the face. She didn't understand why she was doing this, but decided to just do what she was told. She hung the blouse up and then unhooked her bra, removing it as well. The big black girl pulled down her mini skirt followed by her panties and stepped out of them.
The white lady watched with her arms crossed in front of her, looking the big negress up and down with an impatient expression on her face. Laquetta sat in a chair near the clothes rack and undid her white vinyl thigh high boots.
"Get on with it!" the lady said, exasperated. "I can tell already you're going to need some work."
Laquetta finished finally and stood, naked, facing the white woman with her head bowed.
"I swear I don't understand men!" the white woman said, more to herself than the black whore. "Whatever is it about you that makes him want to stick his dick you?"
The negress again felt shamed by the put down. She often had felt that the johns had little respect for her, but this lady was worse. The johns at least tended to keep it to themselves, and after all, they did want her and were willing to pay to have her.
"Turn around," ordered Miz Kingsley. "Bend over and spread your cheeks. He's likely to want your ass and I don't want it to be any nastier than it has to be."
Laquetta turned, her face burning. She bent forward, her legs spread, and reached around behind herself, one hand on each ass cheek, and did as the white lady demanded. She felt as embarrassed by this as anything she'd been made to do in the past.
"Well, at least you look clean," allowed the white woman. "Get on the bed on your back and spread you legs wide. He likes a bald coochie and it better be nice and smooth."
The big girl knew her pussy had a light patch of hair on it and dreaded hearing more dissatisfaction from the older woman. Still, she did as instructed and lay on her back on the bed. She opened her legs for inspection.
"It figures," sighed the lady. "Still it could be worse."
Without telling Laquetta she could get up or even close her legs, the white woman picked up the phone on the bedside stand.
"Can you send someone up to twelve fifteen to do a bikini wax?" asked Miz Kingsley.
She paused, listening.
"Thirty minutes? I'm in a hurry here. Tell them if they're here in less than ten minutes there's a bonus in it for them, ok?"
Another pause.
"Good."
The white lady hung up and smiled. Again to herself, "they're gonna be in for a surprise!"
She turned and looked at the black hooker spread out naked on the bed.
"You can relax," she said. "It's going to be a little while. I'll use the time to explain some things to you."
"You may not know it, but you've stumbled into what could be a good deal for you. He only comes out here a couple of times a month and he likes familiarity. For whatever reasons he seems to have chosen you to service him while he's in town. Probably because he'd never treat a white girl the way he likes to treat niggers like you.
"Please him well, and he'll be generous with you and keep looking you up. Disappoint him, and you'll be back on streets blowing drunks for cab fare so fast your head will spin.
"He's very particular in his tastes, and very demanding as well. He expects total respect and complete obedience. If he gives you an order you will say 'yes, sir' and carry it out immediately and to the best of your ability. When he's finished using you, you will thank him gratefully and sincerely.
"You will speak only when spoken to and do only as you're told. If you must say something, you will ask permission to speak and it had better be important. You will ask permission to do anything you haven't been explicitly instructed to do.
"Finally, I have been his executive assistant for many years. You will obey me as you would him. In addition to more conventional duties, he leaves procuring companionship for him to me. He tells me of any women who've caught his eye or he leaves it to me, since I'm all too familiar with his tastes in that area. You would be wise to stay in my good graces.
"Do you understand?" Miz Kingsley asked at last.
Laquetta was quite surprised to hear all of this and was having a little trouble digesting it all. However, she realized it all boiled down to a two things. To do what she was told and be polite about it.
"Yes, ma'am," she said, looking at the ceiling from her position on the bed, her legs still open.
There was a knock at the door. The white lady glanced at her watch and smiled as she headed to the door.
"Ah..." she sighed with a smile and a hint of glee as she passed the stretched out black whore. "Eight minutes. Not too shabby."
Miz Kingsley returned shortly with a young white woman with long red hair. She wore white slacks and a blue smock with the hotel's logo stitched over one breast pocket, and her name, Jennifer, embroidered over the other. The young woman carried a leather case
"Right in here, Jenny," the white lady was saying to her. "I wasn't completely accurate about the nature of this wax job." She gestured towards the black girl's pubic hair, her dark thighs still open wide. "I want this nigger's pussy waxed completely smooth."
The redhead wore a puzzled expression on her face. Clearly the nature of this call was not what she was familiar with. She looked at Laquetta, laying spread out on the bed, and then back to Miz Kingsley, who was clearly in charge and was certainly the one for whom this service would be performed. It was just that the service would be performed on the negro woman.
Jenny walked over to the bed and sat the case on the floor. Laquetta could see the look on the girl's face. The redhead looked at the black woman the way she would have had she been asked to shampoo a dog. As she looked closer, she could even see an unmistakable hint of disgust in the white girl's expression, too. The negress was once again feeling the heat of shame in her face at this less than human treatment.
The young white woman applied the wax to the pubic hair on Laquetta's thigh and waited for a minute before pulling it off. The pain shocked her and she gasped from it. The redhead made no effort to be gentle with her. She applied more to the colored woman's other thigh, waited, and roughly pulled it off. The negress yelped louder.
Laquetta looked up to see Miz Kingsley standing to one side, her arms crossed across her chest, a smile on her lips, and a sadistic gleam in her eye. The young redhead, had a similar look in her eye. She was clearly enjoying inflicting discomfort on the big black girl's intimate parts.
Jenny's smile grew and the sparkle in her eye seemed to become brighter as she put the wax over Laquetta's pubic area. The black woman knew that this was going to hurt worse since there was so much more hair there and that the white girl was getting pleasure from tormenting her this way. At the same time she felt her pussy getting wetter.
"Owww!" cried the big black girl as the redhead slowly and deliberately pulled the wax and Laquetta's pubic hair off.
The colored woman thought she heard a moan of pleasure from the white girl in response to her cry of pain. Laquetta closed her eyes in an effort to deal with it and take it, but it proved too difficult. Tears formed and rolled down the black whore's face. She'd just begun to recover from the torment when she felt the wax being applied directly to her pussy lips.
"Can you have her spread her legs more, ma'am?" Jenny asked the white lady. "I can't get it all with her like this."
"Open those legs, nigger!" barked Miz Kingsley. "Open wide and spread them! Don't be difficult or you'll regret it."
"Yes, ma'am," Laquetta replied, her voice cracking. Her eyes wet with tears, the big black girl spread her legs wide.
"Higher up," said Jenny. "Her asshole needs some work, too. Might as well get it now."
"You heard her, bitch," said the white lady evenly. "Lift those legs so the nice girl can get at your nasty hairy asshole. Do it. Now."
Laquetta felt so exposed and vulnerable being forced to spread her private parts to these two hostile white women. They seemed intent on causing her as much pain as possible while she was being prepared for the use of a man whose name she didn't even know. She'd never felt so shamed before. But she could feel that her pussy was soaked.
The big black girl grabbed the backs of her thighs and lifted her legs up, spreading her ass as well as her pussy. Her crotch was completely available to the young redhead. The negress wept silently as she felt the wax being applied to her pussy lips and the crack of her ass.
"I can't believe you're wet!" said Jenny under her breath. "You are a total slut! You're soaking! Ugh!"
"What's that?" asked Miz Kingsley. "Speak to me, Jenny, not the nigger."
"It's nothing, ma'am," responded the redhead, slightly embarrassed. "Her pussy is... well... wet. I think this is turning her on."
"Well, she's a slutty nigger whore," said the white lady, with a hint of contempt in her voice. "No surprise her cunt is wet from all this attention. I can smell her from here."
Laquetta was mortified. It was true. She was very aroused. But she was humiliated at it being discovered. And hearing the two women talk about it right in front of her like she wasn't there or was only just a thing shamed her tremendously. It also served to arouse her even further.
Rrrrip! The young redhead slowly and painfully pulled the wax off of the colored woman's nether region and out of the crack of her black ass. Laquetta's sensitive parts screamed in agony.
"Owwwww!" cried the negro prostitute, tears streaming down her face now.
"Listen to her yowl!" observed the white lady with glee. "Like a damn dog! You'll learn to take that and worse, nigger."
Jenny admired her handiwork with a satisfied expression on her face. Laquetta could tell from her look that she'd enjoyed hurting her sex and was probably aroused herself now.
"So, you like doing this?" asked Miz Kingsley.
"I always wanted to be cosmetologist," replied the redhead, not taking her eyes off the whimpering black whore.
"I didn't mean that," the white lady said. "I meant did you like hurting that nigger's cunt?"
"Well," Jenny blushed, "she is a slut. She deserves to be punished. So, yes. I did like doing that."
"Excellent," replied the older woman, sounding satisfied. "Excellent. She does deserve to be punished. She's nothing but a slut whore. Would you like to punish her some more?"
"I don't understand what you mean, ma'am," said the redhead.
"I mean, would you like to punish her?" the white lady repeated. "Hurt her. Beat her. Make her cry. With a belt, perhaps? I was going to give you a twenty dollar tip for getting up here so promptly and doing such a fine job. But, since you seemed to enjoy hurting this nigger whore so much, I thought you might enjoy giving her a beating as your tip instead."
"Are you serious?" asked Jenny incredulously, turning towards the older woman.
"Of course I am," Miz Kingsley replied, producing a thin black leather belt. "You'll have to decide quickly though. My employer will be here in less than an hour and this nigger absolutely must be ready for his use when he arrives. He won't mind her being marked up some, but he won't tolerate her being unavailable to him when he wants to use her. I still need to clean her up a bit and prepare her properly for him so don't dilly dally."
"I'll do it," said Jenny, grinning, her eyes shining. "She's a slut and needs to be punished."
The redhead took the belt from the older blonde woman and doubled it over.
"Roll over, slut," ordered Miz Kingsley. "Time for you take a beating like a nigger."
Laquetta was frightened now. She'd been beaten this way in the past by one particular john who had paid her handsomely for it. But he was afraid to hit her all that hard. The negress could tell from the look on the white girl's face that this would be different. She started to roll over.
"No," Jenny stopped her. "Stay like that. Don't roll over. She's a slut. She needs her slut parts punished."
"Very good!" the white lady said approvingly. "I like you, Jenny. You remind me of me."
Laquetta rolled back to her previous position and braced herself to take the beating. The redhead reared her arm back.
Whap! The first blow landed across the big black girl's saggy breasts, hitting both of them above the nipples. Pain shot through the poor negress's body. She struggled to keep from crying out, and grunted.
Whap! The second blow was harder but in the same place.
"Ah!" cried Laquetta. "Please don' beat my titties, ma'am!"
"Shut up, bitch," growled Jenny, transformed suddenly from cosmetologist to whip mistress. "Shut up and take it."
Whap! The third blow landed across the colored woman's nipples.
"Owwww!" the whore cried. "Owwww! Please stop!"
Her tears flowed freely as the welts began to rise on her tender tit flesh.
Whap! Whap! Whap! The redhead worked more blows across her breasts and down her belly.
"Owwww!" sobbed Laquetta. Her body was on fire. The welts were angry red stripes across her dark skin.
Whap! Whap! The black whore's thighs felt the pain of the punishment the white girl was dishing out to her. The redhead walked around from the side of the bed to the foot. The negress knew what was coming next.
"Oh, no!" cried Laquetta. "Not that! Please, ma'am! Don't beat my coochie!"
"I told you to shut up!" said Jenny angrily.
Whap! Whap! Two blows landed right between the negro prostitute's legs. Her pussy was burning with pain.
"Owwww! Owwwww!" the black whore sobbed.
"Hush up and take it, slut!" the white girl growled.
Whap! Another, harder than the others hit her right on her gash. The black woman closed her legs up
"Open up!" demanded the white girl, the exertion audible in her voice. A fine sheen of sweat covered her pale skin. "I'm not through yet."
"Do as you're told, whore," Miz Kingsley ordered her.
Crying pitifully, Laquetta opened her legs to make her sensitive parts available to the belt. The white girl reared back and landed another blow squarely on her swollen pussy. Whap!
"Owwwww!" the sobbing negress cried out again.
"All right," the white lady said. "I think that's enough. For now. I've got to get her cleaned up and prepared for my employer to use. Good job, though."
Jenny stood over the welted negro woman, breathing heavily, her chest heaving. Laquetta lay with her legs still open, sniveling, trying to catch her breath.
"Thanks, ma'am," said Jenny at last. "Damn, that was good."
"You're quite welcome," Miz Kingsley responded. She turned to Laquetta. "Well, what do you say to the lady?"
"Thank you, ma'am," said the big black girl, her voice cracking as her sobbing subsided. "Thank you for beatin' me. Niggas need to be beat."
"Any time, slut," Jenny replied, a cruel smile on her face.
"Oh, no! Her makeup is messed up," fretted the white lady. "He likes that street whore look and all her crying has it running. Can you do something about that?"
"Yes, ma'am," the redhead replied, gradually calming down from the rush she got from beating the black whore. "I've got make up in my bag here."
"Excellent," the blonde woman said. "I want to get her showered first, then I'd like you to make her up. Nice and slutty, that's how he likes 'em."
"No problem, ma'am," Jenny assured her. "I can do that. Slutty is easy."
"Ok, nigger," said the older woman. "Get your ass up and into the bathroom. I've got to get you cleaned up. Wash the street off you."
Laquetta struggled to her feet and followed the white lady into the bathroom.
"You know," Miz Kingsley observed, "there's still some time left."
She called back to the redhead. "You want her to service you? She owes you after that fine going over you gave her."
"I don't know what you mean," the white girl, standing in the doorway, was puzzled .
"I can have her eat your pussy," the lady explained. "She looks like a cunt licker to me."
Jenny blushed again. "I'm not really into girls," she said shyly.
"She's not a girl. She's a nigger," Miz Kingsley pointed out. "She's a soft wet mouth and tongue. That's all she is to you, nothing more. So don't worry about that."
"I am pretty horny," allowed Jenny. "Whipping her was such a turn on! I want to sit on her face."
"You heard the lady, cunt," the older white woman spoke to the negress. "Lay down. She wants to use your mouth. You'll service her properly if you know what's good for you."
"Yes, ma'am," said Laquetta as she got down on the bathroom floor.
The black whore got on her back and waited as the redhead slipped her slacks and panties off and squatted over the negress's face. The white girl's pussy was pink. Her already thick labia were swollen and moist. Her red pubic hair was thick. Her scent was musky and strong.
Laquetta felt Jenny's hair on her nose and stuck out her tongue. The white girl was already sopping wet. Clearly she had enjoyed taking the belt to the black woman considerably. The fat whore licked the young cosmetologist's pussy along the length of her slit eliciting a shudder. She sucked at the redhead's hanging labia, drawing them between her lips, tasting her salty juices.
Jenny started rocking on Laquetta's face, moaning. So aroused, she was already close. The black woman stuck her tongue into the white girl's opening and fucked her with it. The redhead rocked back and forth, resting her weight on the negress's face, grinding her pussy into it.
"Oh! Fuck!" cried Jenny, climaxing. "Oh, yeah! Lick it! Lick your better's cunt, you whore!"
Laquetta could feel the wetness continue to grow as she kept licking and sucking the pink pussy at her lips. Suddenly, she felt a jet of hot liquid flooding over her face, running down onto the floor. The pungent smell of urine filled her nostrils and the taste filled her mouth.
"Fuck!" exclaimed Jenny, standing up over Laquetta's body, laying in a puddle of piss. "That felt so good! I peed while I was cumming!" The redhead giggled girlishly and blushed.
"Don't worry about it," said Miz Kingsley. "The nigger can clean it up. Isn't that right, cunt?"
"Yes, ma'am," Laquetta said softly.
"What do you say to her, whore?" prodded the white lady.
"Th.. thank you, ma'am," the colored woman spoke, her voice cracking again with shame. "Thank you for lettin' me lick yo' coochie. Thank you for peein' in my face."
"That's better," the white lady replied, satisfied.
The big black girl couldn't believe what she'd just agreed to. But she didn't care. Her body hurt and the welts burned where they were wet with the white girl's urine. She rolled over onto her hands and knees and began to lap the piss up off the linoleum tiled floor.
Laquetta had never felt so degraded as she crawled naked, licking piss up off of the floor as the two white women stood, looking on as the big black girl humiliated herself. Jenny put her slacks back on as she watched.
"I gots it all up, ma'am," Laquetta announced softly, lifting her head and looking up at the white lady.
"It's about time," replied Miz Kingsley. "Now get in that shower and get the stink cleaned off of you. Come out immediately when you're done and report to me. Hurry up and don't make me wait. There's not enough time for that. And use some of that mouth wash over there. Your breath reeks of pee."
The two white women left the negro alone on the bathroom floor. The taste of urine was strong in her mouth as was the smell of pussy on her face. She stood at bathroom counter and took a swig of the mouth wash, swished it around, and spat it out.
The big black girl turned to the tub and ran the water. Once it was running hot she turned on the shower and stepped in. The big black girl soaped up and rinsed off quickly as she had been instructed. Finished, she stepped out and dried herself off with a large bath towel.
When Laquetta walked back into the bedroom, it was empty. She could hear feminine voices in the main room so she walked to the door.
"Finally!" said Miz Kingsley, exasperated. "I was about to come in there and drag you out. Sit."
The negress sat in the chair at the desk against the wall. Jenny had her bag open and already had the makeup she was going to apply sitting on the desk. Laquetta watched herself in the mirror as the white girl made her up as the street whore she was. She applied too much eye shadow and liner. She finished her off with bright red lipstick.
"There!" said the white lady, approvingly. "Even better than before. She really looks the part. Cheap street hooker. Perfect."
Laquetta saw she was made up even sluttier than she would do herself and felt shamed seeing what she looked like to others.
"What do you say, nigger?" Miz Kingsley prompted. "I shouldn't have to keep reminding you."
"I'm sorry, ma'am," said Laquetta, feeling the tears begin to well up. "Thank you for making me up this way, ma'am. It looks very nice."
"You look like a proper slut now," said Jenny. "A five dollar whore."
"Go wait for me in there, cunt," ordered the white lady.
Jenny packed up her things and Miz Kingsley showed her to the door. Laquetta returned to the bedroom and lay back on the bed. Her pussy burned where she'd just had her pubic hairs ripped out by the wax job. She reached down and felt how smooth it was now. Smooth, except for the raised welts from the belting she'd taken. The sting was starting to subside, but her breasts ached from the beating and her nipples still hurt.
Miz Kingsley soon returned and eyed Laquetta. The black girl's hand was still on her freshly waxed pussy.
"Did I say you could touch it?" she asked crossly. "Do you want me to slap you again? Do you need another beating?"
"No, ma'am," said the negress. "I's sorry. I forgot."
"Try harder to remember," scolded the white woman. "Now get up on your knees and bend over. I want you ready and available when he comes in the room."
Her face flushed, Laquetta obeyed. She positioned herself with her ass in the air and her legs spread. She was ready to be mounted and used. She couldn't recall being so embarrassed.
Miz Kingsley's cell phone rang.
"Yes, sir," she said, answering on the first ring. "Yes, sir, she's here and ready for you."
There was a pause as she listened.
"I had to have her waxed, sir. A little too much hair on this nigger."
Another pause.
"Yes, sir, all showered. The girl did her makeup over. I know you'll be pleased with it."
Yet another pause.
"A little. The girl did a good job and I let her take the belt to the nigger. You should have seen her going to town on her!"
She listened for a moment.
"Just a few welts, sir," the white lady continued. "Nothing you wouldn't like. I stopped her before she went too far. I also had the nigger eat her. She did do a wonderful job on the waxing and whipping. It was so funny! The poor girl got so excited she pissed all over the nigger's face when she came!"
Laquetta thought she could hear laughter from the phone.
"Oh, yes!" laughed the lady. "It was quite a sight, sir. I had the bitch lick it all up before she took her shower."
She paused and listened.
"Yes, sir, I have some. She'll be ready in two minutes."
A moment went by.
"Ok, sir. I'll see you then."
The white lady closed the cell phone and put it back down. She opened a small bag on the floor beside the bed and pulled out a tube of lube. Removing the cap, she squeezed some out on her hand and applied it to the crack of Laquetta's ass, paying careful attention to her asshole, getting it nice and slippery.
"There. All done," she pronounced. "You stay like this until he comes in to use you. You'll remain in this position until he tells you differently. Remember, thank him for use. That's what polite niggers do."
"Yes, ma'am," replied Laquetta in a small voice, her ass in the air, her face on the bedspread.
The colored woman felt like a piece of meat there on the bed, her openings all available and accessible. The black whore didn't even know how long she'd have to stay this way with her legs spread and her asshole greased up. She was completely humiliated. She was also very aroused. No lube would be needed for her pussy. It was dripping.
The white lady walked away from her, turning off the light on the way out, and closed the door behind her. Laquetta waited silently, alone in the dark, to be used.
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