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Tasheka Dija

Tasheka Dija sat at her small desk in the broom closet at the
University. She was wearing her `jungle bunny' outfit which
consisted of a leopard print bra that barely held her ample
breasts and a thong leopard print bottom. Her hair was done up in
a bun with a dog chew bone thru it.  Her nipples and aureole's
were plain to see. She might as well have been naked for all the
worth her `jungle bunny' outfit, which was what the dean of
education called it, covered her.

For the past week she had been secretly wearing her jungle bunny
outfit under her regular clothes as she left for work. She wanted
to keep the humiliation she was enduring at the university from
her kids.  Her office at the university had been moved to a
janitor's closet. Her former office was large and spacious with
book shelves lining the wall. She missed those books.  All her
awards and degrees had been taken down and were now in a box
behind her. The closet she was in had a small table and and
wooden chair with a light bulb hanging from the ceiling. She
didn't even have a phone or computer on the small table which
meant if she needed to talk to somebody she had to walk around
the campus trying to find the person. The small closet also held
cleaning supplies so the Black janitor would come in disturbing
Tasheka's concentration as she gathered her supplies.

 Ann Roberts, as she was known before was week, was the token
black person at the Cherish Valley White Person's University. 
She was respected Professor at the University lecturing on race
and gender courses for over a decade, been a guest lecturer in
high school and middle school classes, been a speaker at various
forums during Black History week and other occasions, and
organized and conducted Black study circles where White women
gather to study and discuss racial and ethnic stereotypes,
(mis)perceptions, (mis)communication and inter-relations. She
tried to educate the White women about Black women but it
difficult because she could never overcome the questions about
why Black women call each other names but White people couldn't
use those same degrading names on Blacks.

But a week ago she was known as Professor Ann Roberts, a
respected black history professor at the University. She was
proud that she taught White kids about proper Black History. She
blamed her downfall on the day that she went to the high school
to give a lecture to a classroom of ninth graders about Black
History week.

After that word got back to the University an inquiry was held by
the University Regents.  She was called in and made to answer why
she had lied about her name. The White Regents didn't take to
kindly to a Black woman falsifying an employment application. 
The fact that she allowed the class to fondle her breasts wasn't
the issue, but falsifying her employment application was a grave
infraction. She was given two choices; one was to resign in
disgrace which would make it very difficult to find another job,
especially being a black woman and forty years old.  The other
was to take take a pay cut making minimum wage and working as a
guest lecturer. As a guest lecturer she would still lecture about
Black History but with a twist. She had to wear the `jungle
bunny' outfit, every day at the university.

Ann had many secrets that she kept screwed down tight.  She was
twice divorced and had kids from two failed marriages to white
men.  She figured that marrying a white man she would be accepted
into the white society of Cherish Valley.  Her oldest daughter
LaTasha Black was from her first marriage.  LaTasha was
twenty-three and an attorney and a feminist. Her daughter had
completed her Bachelor, Master and Law degrees by the age of
twenty-two. She had worked and studied hard which made her a very
successful attorney. But she still lived at home which worried
Tasheka.  She was all work and no play.

The white majority in Cherish Valley didn't pay too much
attention to the black citizens of Cherish Valley; they looked
down on the black race as a nuisance that had to be tolerated. 
LaTasha worked hard at overcoming that prejudice. There were two
black female judges, several black women on the county board, and
a handful of successful black business women and professionals.
The success of these black women depended on the Board of Elders.
Her daughter wanted to change that, to show the white citizens of
Cherish Valley that black women could make something of
themselves.  Ann silently laughed to herself when ever her
daughter brought that up for she knew that it was the Board of
Elders that could give or take away from a black anything they
wanted and LaTasha refused to believe it.  LaTasha was a Nigger
she just didn't fully realize it yet.

One time Ann had reverted to Black talk in an argument with her
daughter LaTasha about a Black woman's place in Cherish Valley,
"Nigga's in da bes tradition of servin da white folk da best we
can in da way dey deserve.  An, do Nigga hoes don admit it, mo
Nigga hoes dan you might suspec likes it dat way too, deep down,
LaTasha.  An even lots of doz dat don like servin da white folk,
likes bein sexually degraded an degradin demselves for da White
Family."

LaTasha had tears in her eyes, "How could you momma?" and stomped
up stairs to her room.

The twins just laughed at their sister, "Because Mom's a Nigger,
sis, just like you are a monkey"

LaTasha slammed her bedroom door shut and Ann had given her kids
a withering look of disapproval for their remark.

Ann also had twins from her second marriage to a white man.  Jack
and Diane were fifteen years old and were very white.  It seems
that her husband's white genes were very strong and overrode her
black genes.  With their blonde hair and blue eyes her twins were
readily accepted into the white society of Cherish Valley.

At first Ann's white neighbors thought she had adopted the kids
but that notion was quickly dispelled because no white mother
would willingly give their kids up for adoption to a black woman
who was just divorced.  There were times when the twins would
invite their friends over and their friends thought she was their
housemaid, ordering her around to get drinks and food.  When Ann
pointed out to the kids that she was a professor at the college
and the twin's mother, the kids just laughed and said,
"Whatever".  The fact that the twins did nothing to dispel the
notion that she wasn't the housekeeper and never pointed out to
their friends that she was their mother didn't help either.  A
couple of their friends wondered out loud why any White
institution would allow a lowly black woman to teach white kids.


Ann was deeply hurt and shamed by these remarks but it also made
her adrenaline pump and her clit jump, secretly she like being
treated that way.  She knew that Black humiliation and
degradation were part of her roots, part of every Black woman's
roots; part of living in Cherish.  Ann knew she was a Nigger; she
just had to come to terms with it.

***

That awful day she was standing in front of the ninth graders. 
The principle of the high school suggested that she dress "down"
for the class. When asked what that meant the principle said that
the kids learned better if they had "licorice eye candy" to look
at.  So Ann wore a flimsy white blouse that showed off her ample
cleavage, a push white and pink bra, and a short brown tweed
skirt that came mid-thigh with four inch high heels that showed
off her calf's nicely.  At forty years old Ann still had the body
of a teenager, but the size of her breasts always caught the eyes
of people.

"Good afternoon boys and girls, I am Professor Ann Roberts. I
work at the college in the history department. In the spirit of
Black History week we are going cover the history of black women
in Cherish Valley"

The class giggled at hearing this.  One boy in the back
snickered, "How much did you pay the college to work there,
Professor Roberts?"

Ann ignored the comment. This was going to be hard, not even her
lectures at the university were this bad.

"How come black people only get a week and white people get all
the other weeks?" asked another.

Ann cleared her throat, shuffled her feet, "To be honest, blacks
haven't contributed very much too white society in Cherish
Valley"

The class giggled and Ann felt ashamed of being black.

"Are you going to teach us racial slurs?" asked a girl in the
back of the room.

"Um, well..."

"Words like Nigger?" smiled the youngster.

"Um," Ann replied straightening her short skirt, she was
embarrassed by the use of the word.

"Thought so. Say do you love being ass fucked?" the girl laughed.
The class giggled also.

"What? No of course not" stammered Ann, "Now back to the
class..."

 "How come you don't like to get ass fucked?" laughed a boy.

"Never mind that" Ann said as the grabbed the side of the desk.
She felt her clit jump at the nasty words the kids were using.
These White kids were quickly finding her weakness for being
degraded.

"My mom says that Niggers are only good for cleaning up after
white people" a girl said with smug look on her face.

Ann was blushing, her chest as seen through her open blouse, was
turning blacker in embarrassment, "Ok, that is quite enough. I am
not here for that. I am here to teach you about black history..."

The class just laughed.

"Quiet please kids..."

"How come your first name is Ann?" asked a boy.

"What? That is none of your business" shot back Ann, she was off
balance and losing control of the class.

"Isn't the name `Ann' a derogatory name for a black woman?" asked
another.

The kids had a point thought Ann, "Well, yes it is..."

"Why would a Nigger woman have a first name of `Ann' if it is a
derogatory name?" asked a boy in the back.

A blonde hair girl sat up straight in her chair, "Yeah, Professor
Roberts, why would you have a first name of `Ann'?"

"What is your real name?" asked another.

"Ok, ok. Stop it..." pleaded Ann, she was out of her element with
the kids probing questions.

"Why is `Ann' a derogatory name?" asked a pretty white girl
sitting in front.

"The name `Ann' is given to a black woman who acts too much like
a white one. It is applied to any black woman who puts on airs
and tries to act like like a white woman..."

"Are you trying to be a white woman, Professor Roberts?" asked
the blonde hair girl.

Ann was confused now. This was not going how she thought it
would.  When she was given this assignment she was excited about
teaching these ninth graders about black history, now she felt
like she was purposely being humiliated.

"What is your real name?" asked another. The class started
chanting "real name", "real name"

"Quiet please kids," Ann said in exasperation, "ok, my real name
is Tasheka..."

The classroom burst out laughing, "Now that is a real Nigger
name" somebody said.

"So what is your real maiden name, um, Tasheka?" asked the blonde
hair girl.

Tasheka paused, hesitated, this was not going very good, "My
maiden name is Dija"

The classroom burst out laughing, "Tasheka Dija, now that is a
stupid fucking Nigger name..." some boy laughed out loud.

"We are going to start calling you by your real name, Professor
Dija, no wait, that just doesn't sound right, how about just
Tasheka?" laughed the blonde haired girl.

Ann burned red or at least if she were white her face would be
burning in embarrassment, "Quiet please, quiet kids" ordered
Tasheka, she was burning with shame. Her crotch was wet, her
panties were soaked. `I wish these kids would stop it, it is
making me too horny!' she thought.

"No, class, my name is Mrs Roberts, call me Professor Roberts"
replied Ann with nervousness in her voice. She tried her hardest
not to rub her crotch.

"No way, Tasheka, you just said your real name is Tasheka Dija.
Can't Niggers make up their minds?" asked a boy in the back.

The class was looking expectantly at her, for a retort or
something, but Tasheka didn't say anything. She was confused
about how to proceed.

"...We are also going to cover the Negroid features of a Black
woman..." she managed to say.

More giggles and twitters, "We will take that as a yes"

"...First...Black women such as myself differ from white people
like you. We are distinguished by physical characteristics such
as black skin..."

The class was still giggling.

"... tightly curled hair, our flattish nose, narrower ears which
stick out more, narrower joints, the front of the front of our
forehead projections, we are a little more hairy under our arm
pits and crotch area, have longer eyelashes, full lips and a
cruciform pattern of second and third molars like a monkey"

The class laughed again.

 "Tasheka?" as boy asked, "Do you shave your crotch area and arm
pits?"

"That is none of your business"

"Ah, come on Tasheka, you can tell us" laughed the blonde hair
girl.

Tasheka gave her gave the girl a dirty look. Her pussy was
leaking for some reason.

"Tasheka? Can we call a black woman a monkey?" a giggling girl
asked. The class giggled also.

"No"

"We've been calling you a Nigger why can't we also call a Nigger
woman a monkey, Tasheka?" the girl asked innocently.

Tasheka ignored the question, "Now...In physical terms the word
Negroid is one of the two general racial classifications of
women, Caucasian for Whites is one racial classification and the
other Negroid..."

"Is that why black women have thick lips?" a boy asked.

"My dad says that black women with thick lips are good cock
suckers..." a girl said with an air of authority.

"My mom says a cock sucking black women are the same as black
women with thick lips"

"Is the term thick lips and cock suckers the same Tasheka?"
smiled a girl.

Ann just stood there dumb founded as the conversation got out of
hand. Her heart was pounding, sweat breaking on her brow and her
pussy soaked.

"How come you use the words `Black women' instead of `Nigger
bitches'" asked a girl.

"Um..." Tasheka didn't know how to respond to that.

"I mean if you use `Nigger bitches' to describe your subject
wouldn't that lend more authority to what your telling us?"

"Ok, I will use the words `Nigger bitches' to describe female
Negroids..." Tasheka said in exasperation.

The class smiled and nodded their heads looking at each other. 
They were on to something.

"How come Nigger bitches are so lazy, Tasheka?"

 "...The portrayal of Nigger bitches as lewd and lazy by nature
is an enduring stereotype in Cherish Valley. Nigger bitches are
correctly portrayed as innately promiscuous, even predatory in
terms of sex. In short Nigger bitches are portrayed as
bad-nigger-girls in Cherish Valley."

"Are you a bad nigger girl, Professor? I mean Tasheka?" asked a
boy.

"Quiet and pay attention..." admonished Tasheka.

The classroom laughed and made cat calls, teasing the boy to `pay
attention' to the Nigger woman.

"...Many Nigger bitches in Cherish Valley willing sold themselves
and their young daughters into prostitution in the late
twenty-first century.  Niggers became the willing concubines of
wealthy White families. This system, called placage involved a
formal arrangement for the White family to financially support
the Nigger bitch and her female children in exchange for her and
her female children's long-term sexual services within the
family. The White families often met the Niggers at "Coon Balls,"
a sex market where Niggers and their daughters were auctioned
together. The difference at these `Coon Balls' was that there was
not an auctioneer, the person who set the price.  The Nigger
bitch would auction herself and her children who were known as
Pickaninny's..."

"What do you mean the Nigger bitch would auction herself?" asked
a boy.

"The Nigger and her Pickaninny's would shout out what sexual
services they would do for the White family..."

"What is a `Pickaninny again?" shouted one boy.

"A Pickaninny refers to black female children..." Tasheka
replied.

"What kind of sexual services, Tasheka?"

 "Oh, things like bondage services, use their bodies as stress
relievers, toilet assistants..."

"Cool!" giggled the class.

 "...also at these `Coon Balls' White families would sometimes
bring their dogs.  Many White families had the belief that their
dogs needed companionship and only a Nigger bitch or her
Pickaninny female children could provide that companionship..."

"What do you mean" asked a girl.

"The Nigger bitch who offered pet companionship as part of her
sexual services at the `Coon Ball' would in effect be a Bitch dog
for the White family.  She would be treated as a dog, on her
hands and knees, eating, sleeping and playing with the family
pet..."

"Sex also?" asked another.

"Yes, the Nigger bitch was expected to have sex with the family
pet in front of the family or at family gatherings or when the
dog wanted sex..."

The class giggled and whispered amongst themselves, "Even the
Pickaninny's?"

"Yes, if that is what their mother auctioned them for"

"...going on the belief that Nigger bitches are sexually lewd
predates the founding of Cherish Valley.  Late in the
twenty-first century black women went around semi nude which was
interpreted as lewdness and add to that Nigger hip hop music and
Jiggaboo dances, it was proof to the White family of a Nigger
females uncontrolled sexual lust.

"What is a Jiggaboo, Tasheka?"

"A Jiggaboo is a Negroid female with black features such as Thick
Lips that I mentioned earlier with a wide nose. The term "jig"
refers to mannerisms that resemble Nigger dancing."

"Jiggaboo's dancing to Nigger hip hop music, cool" laughed a boy.

"...White families were fascinated by the Nigger bitches
sexuality. William Bosman described Nig Jigs, which short for
Nigger Jiggaboo, as "fiery" and "hot".  William Smith described
Niggers as "hot hoes" who "were continually contriving ways on
how to integrate themselves into the White family." This genesis
of Black sexual types emerged from the writings of these and
other White men: the Nigger bitch, as a Jez'bel hoe..."

"Your not a whore are you Tasheka?" asked a girl.

"Certainly not..." she replied with indignation.

"Certainly looks like to us. With that silly outfit you are
wearing Tasheka!" laughed the blonde haired girl.

"Talk Nigger talk to us..." laughed a boy.

"No" came Tasheka's sharp reply.

"Oh, come on Tasheka, it will give your lecture more realism"
laughed the class.

`What could it hurt, I have already been humiliated' thought
Tasheka, "Ok, but only to add realism to this lecture..."

The clapped and cheered.

She cleared her throat "...'tinuing on, diz and other stereotypes
were use ta justify da behaviors of Nigga bitches an Nigga girls.
In part, diz was `complish by arguing dat Nigga females were
sub-humans: intellectually inferior, culturally stunted, morally
underdeveloped, wit animal-like sexually. White Families in
Cherish Valley use racist an sexist ideologies ta argue dat dem
alone were civilized an rational, whereas Nigga bitches deserved
to be sexually used..."

Tasheka was now pacing back and forth in front of the classroom,
warming to her subject even if she was hot between her legs and
feeling degraded in front of the class as she spoke Black talk to
the kids, at least she was in her element, this is what she knew.

"...Da Jez'bel hoe description was use as a rationalization fore
sex'ual `lations `tween White families and Nigga bitches an their
Pickaninny's, especially sex'ual unions involving da domination
of Nigga bitches by White mothers and their daughters. Da Jez'bel
hoe was depicted as a Nigga bitch wit an insatiable appetite for
sex. She was not satisfied wit men an boys. She was only
satisfied if she was dat da sex'ual mercy of da father, mother,
son or daughter of da White family..."

"...The portrayal of Nigga women as Jez'bel hoes `gan early in da
twenty-second century an continues today. The depiction of Nigga
bitches as Jez'bel hoes it common in Cherish Valley culture.
Everyday items like ashtrays, pictures, sheet music, fishing
lures, drinking glasses, and so forth - depict naked Nigga
bitches, lacking modesty an sexual restraint..."

"Show us your tits!" smiled a boy in the back.

"What? No, quiet please"

"We've never seen a Nigger's tits before, especially up close and
person" said a girl.

"Please Tasheka, we won't say anything to anybody, just between
you and us" smiled the teen girl.

"No, now continuing on..."

The class started chanting "tits", "tits', "tits"

Tasheka was wet between her legs, too wet and her nipples were
rock hard.  Here was a chance to live out a sexual fantasy,
expose herself to a bunch of teenagers. The urge was
irresistible.

"You all promise that if I show you my tits, you won't say
anything to the school?"

"Yes", "of course" were heard around the classroom.

Tasheka's hands were shaking, her adrenaline was pumping and
heart was racing. She unbuttoned her blouse letting if fall open
and the kids responded, "Whoa", "Cool".

  Before she knew it the teens were standing around pinching and
grabbing her breasts and nipples thru her bra. Tasheka was in
heaven, all those fingers pinching and probing.

"Mrs Roberts!" came a yell from the classroom door.

The kids quickly returned to their desks and Tasheka looked over
at the principle, "Oh, Shit" she thought.

***

Tasheka came back to the present. Mammy, the Black Janitor came
into the closet to retrieve her cleaning supplies.

"Hows goin' Miss Tasheka?" smiled the big Black woman. Everybody
called her `Mammy' a term of endearment given by White people to
Black female Janitors.

"Just fine Mammy, just getting ready for my next lecture" Tasheka
didn't return Mammy's gaze.

"Why you talkin like da White foke Miss Tasheka?" Mammy said as
she checked her cleaning cart.

"Just habit, Mammy. Besides I'm and educated woman and that is
how we talk"

"Hmmm, Hmmm, dat how youz use ta talk, Miss Tasheka. Talkin like
White foke git youz in trouble now"

"Did you ever go to school, Mammy?" Tasheka asked trying to
change the subject.

"I ain't got no book learnin, Miss Tasheka" smiled Mammy, "I's
ain't had no chance fore book learnin."

"Why not?" Tasheka asked looking up at Mammy.

"Oh, Lordie, letteme see, years an years ago when I's wuz a `lil
Nigga girl my momma an me solt outselves at auction to a White
family," Mammy laughed like she was reliving a fond memory, "Dat
wuz some good time, Miss Tasheka, all dat fuckin an suckin
everyday, I's jus didn't have time fore book learnin an Massa
says me an momma we goot Nigga's, we knew out place in da White
family. Hmmm Hmmm, if Massa could a walk `round all day wit a lil
Nigga girl on `is Johnny, he sure wood a," Mammy chuckled, "Now
Massa's wife, she be sum `un..."

"So what happened? How come you're here?" interrupted Tasheka.

"Massa's kits all grew up an Massa an `is Missus wanted mor yung
Nigga girls in da house so he done kicked us out" Mammy said with
sadness.

"What did you and your momma do?"

"Me an momma went to work strippin and fuckin till momma got to
old an no respectin White folk wanted to fuck her"

"So where is your momma now?"

"Momma in da old foke home an me got this job here"

Tasheka looked at her watch and got up from her desk and squeezed
past Mammy, "I am late for my lecture, Mammy. I'll see you later"
she smiled.

"Buck up now Miss Tasheka" encouraged Mammy as she watched the
former Black Professor walk down the hallway, "Mmm, mmm, she shor
got a purdy black ass" thought Mammy as the thong rode up between
Tasheka's ass cheeks.

Several times she was slapped on her ass cheeks by passing
students who laughed and giggled as they did it. But she didn't
say anything to them, she just kept walking, she had gotten used
this type of sexual harassment in the past week. Besides, who
would she have complained too? The Dean of Education who
instructed her to wear these silly outfits for the last two
weeks? Or the University attorney office which was staffed by
White women?

The college kids in the lecture hall were smiling at her. The
lecture today was about images of Niggers in pornography.

Somebody started to "oooo!" and "aaahhhh" which sounded what like
a monkey might make.  The lecture hall erupted in laughter. 
Tasheka burned with shame. One of the conditions for her lecture
was that it had be given in "Black talk".

 "...Da Jez'bel Hoe is da dominant movie image of Nigga women in
Cherish Valley culture," Tasheka started in,  "Da Nigga bitch as
prostitutes fore `xample, it a staple in mainstream movies,
especially those wit urban settings. Da Nigga prostitute and a
lil white girl pimp give dees movies cutting edge realism.  Da
famous scene in da movie `The Pimp' has da ten year old White
girl in da play ground area of da elementary school and her Nigga
hoe on her hands and knees. Da White girl collecting money from
`er fellow students as they lined up in front of her. Da White
girl was yelling out, `One dollar for a suck and two dollars for
a fuck'. Da Nigga hoe was sucking on da penis of da little boy
standing in front of her face while a fourth grade White girl add
her strap-on around `er waist thrusting in an out da Nigga's
cunt. Two White female teachers were standing der watch'en da
scene before dem, one of dem saying, "These damn Nigger Monkey's
don't have any self-respect"

The lecture hall of teenage kids burst out laughing.  They had
all seen the movie.

"In another scene from da `The Pimp' a `lil White girl it walk'in
a Nigga mutha and `er two yung daughters down da sidewalk on
leashes. Da Nigga and her Pickaninny's are on der hands an knees
trying to keep pace wit da cute White girl when da Nigga mutha
stops, sits back on `er legs an starts to poop. Her two youngins'
sit in da doggie position to watch der mutha poop on da sidewalk.
After da Nigga mutha finishes poop'en da White girl patiently
takes out a small plastic baggie an scoop from `er bag an scoops
up da poop. A White woman walks by and admonishes da `lil White
girl for allow'en her Nigga to poop on da sidewalk. Da `lil White
girl point out dat she scooped up da poop but da White woman
complains dat Nigga poop stains da sidewalk."

The kids burst out laughing at the, "stains the sidewalk" bit.

Tasheka hung her head in shame as the kids laughed.  She was
ashamed at this moment that she was black.

 She waited for the laughter to die down, "Movie scenes like dis
reinforce da image of Nigga's an der Pickaninny's as deviants and
irresponsible. Large budget pornographic movies `ere in Cherish
Valley reinforce sex'ual stereotypes of Nigga's. Dees Nigga
bitches are willing, sometimes predatory, sexual deviants who
fulfill any an all sex'ual fantasies of White families. Der
sexual performances tap into centuries-old images of Niggers as
uninhibited hoes."

The kids were amused at the way Tasheka was talking.

"... even today School plays at da third grade level portray
scantily clad, nubile Nigga girls who thrust der hips an bodies
to hip hop lyrics which often depict dem as `hoes, skeezers, and
bitches. School plays show'en eleven year olt Nigga girls as hoes
are always well attended by White families. It increasingly easy
to find Nigga bitches, `specially yung'ins, depicted as Jez'bel
hoes ooze only true value to White society it as sexual
commodities..."

"I don't understand?" a boy said from the back of the hall.

Tasheka was embarrassed, "Ok," she said as she gathered her
thoughts,  "Jez go to da school play an watch all dem slutty
Nigga fifth grade girls dressin an dancin like hoes an singin
dirty rap songs, callin each other and themselves Nigga's, sluts,
bitches and hoes.   Nigga College girls, Nigga professional
women, too, all slutted out in der clubwear, singin an dancin in
da frenzy in front White girls at da Young Girl Club, wit what's
goin on tween der legs way mo important dan whatever dey got goin
tween der ears..."


The lecture hall burst into laughter again. The kids liked her
talking Nigger talk.

"...The obligatory "Nigga Hoe" is added to urban-themed movies to
give "real life" authenticity. Da racial and sexual situations
depicted in dees and similar movies find der fuller, clearer
expression in school made productions of pornographic movies. The
Middle school and High school pornography classes in Cherish
Valley remains a bastion of explicit Nigga stereotyping - raw,
obscene, and mainstream. Der are dozens of pornographic movies
dat depict Nigga bitches as "sexual play things" for White girls
and as "sexual animals" for White families."

The lecture hall started clapping and laughing.

Da adult store down da street sells movies wit titles like Black
Janitors in Heat, Black Doggie Bitches, Nigger Mamas, Black and
Slutty, South High School Hookers. In da privacy of der homes
White families "validate" da belief dat Nigga bitches are hoes.
All da Nigga bitches in mainstream movies play Jez'bel hoes -
`specially doe wit interracial sex scenes wit `lil White
girls..."

"...A picture in da college library show a Nigga on `er hands an
knees, a yung White girl approximately eight years old, holding a
leash attached to da black woman.  Walking around da Nigga bitch
are a couple of Great Danes. Da White girl has a stern look on
her face an she it pointing her index finger down at da black
woman. The caption reads: "Bad Nigger!" The portrayal of this
Nigga on her hands and knees wit a dog collar and da leash being
held by prepubescent White girl suggests dat Nigga bitches are
even sex'ual irresponsible wit dogs. Da belief dat Black women
are sexually promiscuous it propagated by `numerable images of
Nigga bitches cavorting wit White kids and dogs..."

"...An analysis of Nigga images also reveals that Black females
are sex'ual objectified. Dem are naked, scantily clad, or hiding
seductively behind towels, blankets, trees, or other objects. Da
picture hanging in da entrance of da county building show a naked
Black woman hiding her genitals wit a paper fan from a `lil White
girl wit her school backpack on at she it gettin off da bus. Da
accompanying caption reads: "Honey, I'se Waitin' Fo' You at
Home." Da sexual innuendo is obvious..."

"...It must be emphasized that the items that depict Nigga
bitches as one-dimensional sexual beings are often everyday items
found in da homes, garages, automobiles, an offices of
"mainstream" White families an businesses. Dees items are
functional - in addition to promoting Nigga stereotypes, they
also half practical utility. Fore example, a naked Nigga bitch
wit a fishing hook attached in her anus and a young white boy
holding the fishing pole functions as an object of Nigga
stereotyping an as a fishing lure..."

***

LaTasha Black was sitting her spacious corner office. She worked
for White and White an all female attorney office.  Behind her on
the wall were her degrees, a Bachelor's degree in psychology, a
Masters degree in Finance and her Law degree from Cherish Valley
University. Her office was decorated in mahogany with a large oak
desk and plush carpet. In the corner was a mini-bar which was
used after meeting with clients. Tasha, as she preferred to be
known, was a very successful attorney. She was on the verge of
becoming a partner.

Amanda White and her sister Abbie White were twenty-six year old
attorneys who owned the law firm. Tasha was their best attorney
by far. Besides LaTasha there were ten young White female
attorneys who worked at White and White. They specialized in
female criminal cases.

"Tasha do you have a minute?" asked Amanda White as she walked
into Tasha's office.

"Yes, certainly" she replied putting down a brief. Tasha took
pride in mentoring the newer female attorney's, helping them with
their briefs and finding strengths and weaknesses in their
arguments.

Amanda sat down in the comfortable chair in front of Tasha's big
oak desk.

"What is is it, Amanda?" Tasha asked with concern on her face.

Amanda sat down and looked at her employee.

"We have a very important client in the conference room and I
want you to take their case"

"Ok, what is it all about?"

"Two sisters, twins, thirteen years old, were picked up at home
yesterday for rape of a woman behind the Young Girl club..."

"The house of prostitution?" smirked Tasha.

"Yes, their father owns the club..."

"I thought the Mayor owned the club" said a startled Tasha.

"That Bitch? No she manages the club after hours..."

"Oh"

"Yes, but more importantly the woman they are accused of raping,
Mrs Elaine Johnson, who is the wife of the president of Cherish
Valley Bank."

"What was she doing in the area?"

"That is what you have to find out. Now the father of these twins
pays us a pretty hefty retainer to handle cases for him where it
concerns the Young Girl Club. When Mr Snyder called earlier he
pointed that out to me. He wants his daughters exonerated of the
charges and the good name of the club cleared. He said it would
be bad for business if adult women were afraid to patronize the
club because of the possibility of a rape occurring. I told him
we were the best law firm to handle the rape case against his
daughters."

"I won't let you down Amanda" smiled Tasha. She had a chance to
defend two White girls, something she dreamed about. She didn't
care for the club though but here was another chance to enhance
her credentials.

"I know you won't because you're the best. But I must warn you
that these two girls are very difficult to deal with. Everybody
knows their trouble makers so do whatever it takes to please the
girls and get a `Not Guilty' verdict. If you need any help at all
with the girls or the case, don't hesitate to come to me, it
won't reflect on your abilities if you seek out help."

Tasha took that to mean that if she needed help with the case or
the girls then her ability to be a partner would be in question.
She didn't intend to let that happen.

"Any questions?" asked Amanda.

"I'm good" smiled Tasha warming to the challenge.

Amanda looked at her watch, "Let's go to the conference room and
meet the girls"

Amanda and Tasha walked into the conference room. Tasha had a
smile on her face and excitement in her step. This was going to
be a big case. If she could get the sisters exonerated she
thought Amanda and Abbie would offer her a partnership. Two white
thirteen year old girls wearing pink and white cheerleader
outfits with their blonde hair in a pony tail sat in the
conference room. Their school backpacks on the table top.

"Hi girls, I am Amanda White and this is Miss LaTasha Black"

"Hi Miss White, I am Sarah" replied the girl.

"I am Sally" the said looking at Amanda.

Tasha had quickly picked up that both girls had ignored her and
that bothered her. She couldn't tell the girls apart, both wore
the same clothes.

Amanda turned to Tasha, "Miss Black please get the girls
something to drink"

"I'll take a coke" replied one and the other said, "I'll take a
Pepsi"

Tasha left the conference room and wondered which girl wanted
what drink. When she returned to the conference room Amanda and
the girls were laughing. She put the drinks on the conference
room table in front of the girls.

Amanda turned to Tasha, "We were just talking about the charges
against the girls," then she turned to both girls, "Sarah and
Sally, Miss Black here will be your attorney..."

"What? This Powder Burn? No way!" Sally replied angrily as she
pushed her chair away from the table.

"I beg your pardon!" Tasha said in surprise.

"You can beg all you want, Munt, but there's no way your going to
represent us. Wait `till our dad hears about this"

Tasha was speechless, she stood there stunned. The racial slurs
coming from these two girls was disgusting to hear.

"This darkie should be cleaning up this place, not some attorney"
Sally said smugly.

"Girls, please, Miss Black here is the best attorney we have. And
your father did say that he wanted the best attorney we had
working your case..."

"No disrespect to you Miss White, but we would rather have a
White female attorney handle our case" the sister on the right
said.

Tasha turned on her heel and walked quickly out the door. Amanda
got up from her chair and followed her out the door.

Amanda grabbed hold of Tasha's arm and pulled her around.

"I can't do it, I can't represent these... these... horrible
girls" cried Tasha.

"You can and you will, their father has pays a lot of money to
this law firm and I am not about to throw it away because some
teenies call you names" Amanda said between clinched teeth. She
looked over at the smiling twin girls in the conference room and
smiled back but turning her head she gave LaTasha a stern look.

"Can't you get somebody else to represent these little monsters?"
pleaded Tasha.

"No, the other attorney's have cases they are working on and
you're the best we have."

Tasha wiped tears from her eyes. And looked over Amanda's
shoulder. Both girls were whispering and giggling to each other.

"The case goes to trial in a month. Put with these girls for a
month and get a `Not Guilty' verdict that her parents are paying
us for then you just might get a partnership"

"I don't know Amanda, I'm not sure a partnership is worth the
humiliation from these two monsters"

"Look Tasha we need you, I need you. The law firm can't afford to
survive without that retainer money their father pays each year.
Put up with the girls for a month, do whatever they want, please
them, get the `Not Guilty' verdict and I will make it worth your
while..."

"Well... ok... but I don't like it" she wiped tears from her
eyes.

"Excellent, don't let the law firm, my law firm down, now let
let's go back in..." smiled Amanda.

Tasha followed Amanda back into the conference room, "Girls, Miss
Black here is eager to represent you. She is willing to do what
it takes to get a `Not Guilty' verdict for you... and Miss
Black," Amanda said looking at Tasha, "As an attorney you work
for the girls, so the case is yours," then turning to the teens,
"girls if need anything from me, just let me know, I want to make
this as pleasant as possible for you. Miss Black is the best we
have and she is here to help" Amanda said as she walked out the
door.

Tasha gulped as she looked at the two smiling teens. The girls
had evil predatory looks on their faces. She walked over to the
credenza to retrieve a legal pad and pen and went to sit down at
the table.

"We didn't say you could sit, blackie" One of them said. Tasha
couldn't tell Sarah from Sally.

"Look girls, if I am going to represent you, drop it with the
name calling, my name is Miss Black" Tasha said staring back at
the two teens, her chest pounding, her heart racing.

"Look Miss Black, you work for us now, our parents are paying
this cheesy law firm a lot money for you to represent us. So you
do what we tell you to do or we take our business elsewhere,
unless, that is you want us to call Amanda back in here."

Tasha slumped her shoulders, "No that will not be necessary"

"Good," said the girl on the right who was either Sally or Sarah,
"Now ask us permission to sit"

"What?"

"You heard my sister, Boogie, ask us for permission to sit"

"Um, ok, can I sit down please?"

The sister on the right looked at her sister on the left, "She
didn't properly ask for permission to sit, I thought all darkies
knew how to ask permission" she laughed.

"What?" asked Tasha, "You just said..."

"Doesn't matter what she said, Sambo, ask us for permission to
sit in the third person"

"What do you mean?" replied an exasperated Tasha.

"She sure is dumb for an attorney" smiled the sister on the
right.

"You say to us, `Can this Nigger please have your permission to
sit?'" smiled the sister on the left.

"What? No fucking way, I'm not gonna put up with this shit" Tasha
said angrily as she walked towards the door.

"If you walk out that door, we will make sure our father pulls
his money from this law firm...and won't that make your boss lady
unhappy?"

Tasha stopped at the door.

"Go on, ask us for permission to sit" smiled the sister on the
right.

"No, I... can't" Tasha said with tears in her eyes.

Both teenagers got up from the table, "You can't or you won't?
Because we are out here and on our way out we will stop by Miss
White's office and inform her of your decision..."

"No, don't... Ok, ok" Tasha turned around and faced both young
girls.

Both girls stood there staring at the Black attorney.

Tasha cleared her throat, shame written all over her face,
staring at the ground, ""Um, can this Nigger please have your
permission to sit?"

The teenagers sat down smiling, "That wasn't so bad was it
Nigger?" Tasha had tears in her eyes. She shook her head `no',
"... But our answer is no. Next time look at us when you ask
permission"

"Now, Nig Nog, ask permission to ask us questions, using your
name Nigger" said the sister on the left.

Tasha took a deep breath, stared at the ceiling, collected her
thoughts and looked at the sisters, "Can this Nigger please have
permission to ask you questions?"

"Yes you may"

Tasha breathed a sigh of relief, "When did this rape allegedly
occur?"

The sister on the right got up from her chair and walked around
the table to stand next to Tasha, "Last Friday the fourteenth..."
she said as she ran her fingers across Tasha's shoulders.

"Um, please stop" stammered Tasha as the girl's fingers gave her
a shiver.

The other sister got up from the table and walked around it,
"Continue with the questions, Nigger" she said.

Tasha stared at the girl about to say something mean in return
instead she asked, "Um, where did you meet this woman?"

"At the Young Girl Club sitting at the bar..." one sister said as
she reached her hand around Tasha's front and undid the top
button of her blouse.

"Stop it, please" Tasha said weakly, sweat breaking on her brow.

"Keep going Nigger, your doing just fine" the other sister said
as she undid the clasp on Tasha's skirt.

"I understand that adult women are solicited for sex at the
club?"

"Yes" replied the sister as she did the next button on Tasha's
blouse.

"Um, how much did you solicit Mrs Johnson for?"

The sister who undid the clasp on the skirt pulled down the
zipper, "We offered her twenty dollars for a fuck"

"Please girls, don't" whined Tasha feeling very uncomfortable.

"Ask the next question, Nigger"

"Did she take your money?"

"Yes, she grabbed it from my hand" the sister replied as she
undid the third button on Tasha's blouse.

"How come the alleged rape took place outside the club?" Tasha
stammered, she wanted to run away from the room, get away from
these nasty girls.

The sister who was undoing Tasha's skirt said, "Mrs Johnson
didn't want to be seen in one of the fun rooms, she thought it
would be better to have sex outback where nobody could see
her..." The teen then yanked down Tasha's skirt which made her
step back.

"Please stop, I'm begging you" Tasha cried as she looked over her
shoulder looking at the other women standing there watching her
with her skirt bunched at her feet. Some of the female lawyers
had looks of concern and others had smiles.

"Enough questions, Nigger, now it's our turn to ask you
questions" said the sister as she undid the last button on
Tasha's blouse.

"Do you like sex?" asked the sister who ran her finger tips along
Tasha's ass cheeks.

"What? No, I mean yes" Tasha was confused. Her crotch was wet and
her nipples were straining against her bra. `I wish those other
women would just go away, those White bitches are enjoying my
humiliation" she thought.

"Well, which is it Nigger?" smiled the sister as she pulled the
blouse down around Tasha's waist.

"Yes, I enjoy sex"

"Thought so, I here that all Nigger bitches love sex"

Tasha burned with shame and humiliation. The other female lawyers
were now staring at the three of them in the conference room.

"Have you ever had lesbian sex before" asked the sister as she
ran her fingers over the front of Tasha's crotch.

"No, lesbian sex isn't right" Tasha tensed up, dropped her legal
pad and pen and tried to move the teenagers hand from her crotch.

"My, my, your very wet, Nigger" smiled the sister, "Keep your
hands at your sides, bitch"

When Tasha dropped her arms to her sides her blouse fell
completely off her. She was standing there in her panties and bra
and high heel shoes.

The twin who had removed Tasha's skirt ran her hand along her
breasts and the quickly worked her fingers into the attorney's
bra, pinching her right nipple. Tasha tried to step away from the
girl but her sister was standing behind her, "Does talking about
lesbian sex get you all hot and horny, Nigger?"

"Please stop, I'm begging you. I am your attorney not some slut"
cried Tasha as the twin squeezed her nipple hard.

"Ow" cried Tasha as she tried to move away from the teen.

"You are what we decide you are" smiled the sister with her
fingers in Tasha's bra.

"I think this Nigger gets excited by the thought of lesbian sex
or is it the humiliation of being watched by your co-workers"
giggled the teen.

The one twin standing behind her leaned into Tasha's ear and
whispered, "We're done for today, Nigger, walk us to the front
door just as you are"

"No, please, this is so humiliating, do make me do it in front of
my co-workers" pleaded Tasha.

"Shut up Nigger" the sister said as they both retrieved their
backpacks, "Now when we get to the front door we want you to say
in a loud clear voice, `This Nigger is pleased that she could
serve you today', then open the door for us..."

Tasha slumped her shoulders and nodded her head. She was
embarrassed and ashamed.

The office was quiet as Tasha followed the two thirteen year old
girls thru the office to the front door. She opened the door and
said, "This Nigger is pleased that she could serve you today"

"Thank you, Miss Black, we will return on Thursday to continue
our case" smiled the teen, "...by the way" she whispered, "...I
am Sally"

"I am Sarah, and when we return on Thursday, you are to greet us
just like you are now, in your high heels, panties and bra, do
you understand Nigger?" Sarah said in loud voice so that the
receptionist could hear her.

"Yes, I understand" Tasha replied with tears in her eyes.

Sally turned around and slapped Tasha's face, "Reply properly to
us, Nigger"

Tasha hung her head in shame and looked up, "This Nigger
understands"

Both girls laughed as they walked out the door.

Tasha quickly returned to the conference to retrieve her clothes,
working her way thru small crowd of White women who were
snickering. She stomped into Amanda's office, "I can't do it,
they just about raped me Amanda" cried Tasha as she rubbed her
right breast which hurt from the rough pinching fingers of the
teen.

"Now, now, Tasha, just one month of putting up with their antics.
Remember the law firm needs you to handle this case" smiled
Amanda as she pointed to Tasha's blouse. Tasha looked down and
noticed her blouse buttons were one hole off and her skirt was on
sideways. She looked like a mess.

"Now, go and prepare their case and for the next meeting" Amanda
said returning her attention to the brief she had in hand.

Tasha hung her head and walked slowly out of the office. Her
world was now upside down.

Writers note:  there will be second chapter at a later date.


  
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