Laquetta on the Streets
by Neal


Chapter 4 - Room Service


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 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 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 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 the older
white 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 parked the car.  Opening her
purse, she pulled out a fifty dollar bill and handed it to the
negress.  Laquetta felt her face grow hot again and a knot 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 her mode of dress.  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.  Not at all 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 look 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 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 had 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 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 who 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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