Laquetta on the Streets
by Neal


Chapter 8 - Show and Tell


The setting in the hotel room was really quite homey.  Miz Kingsley
sat comfortably in the easy chair, happily paging through a fashion
magazine.  Shoes off, she had her feet up on her foot stool.  The only
incongruous part of the scene was Laquetta.  The big black girl was
naked and on all fours in front of the chair.  She was serving as the
white lady's foot stool.

Laquetta's back was hurting and her knees and wrists ached from having
spent what seemed like hours in the same position.  But, she stoicly
remained silent and took it.  The only sound in the room was her
steady breathing and the occasion rustle of paper when Miz Kingsley
turned a page in her magazine.

The loud click of the door lock startled the negro prostitute.  Laquetta
was facing away from the door, but she didn't move to look over her
shoulder to see who was coming in.  Miz Kingsley put the magazine
down, but left her feet propped up on the black girl's back.

"Well, isn't this cozy!" chuckled a voice.  Laquetta recognized it as
her master's.  "You look comfy, Vicky."

"I am, sir," replied Miz Kingsley cheerfully.  "In addition to being
an accomplished pussy licker, this nigger makes a wonderful foot
stool.  She's a pleasure to use."

Laquetta hung her head in shame hearing they speak of her like a thing.
She was accustomed to being treated as an object.  Being a prostitute
was simply being an object for the gratification of her customer.  But
this was different.  At least a sex object was still a person, more or
less.  Here she was just a piece of furniture.  And that was degrading
even to a hooker.

"Goddamn!" exclaimed a masculine voice Laquetta didn't recognize.  "That
nigger's ass is fuckin' huge!  I'm gonna love poundin' my dick into
that dark meat!"

"I can promise you will, Rusty," a third male voice assured him.

The last voice was Stan, thought Laquetta, the older white man who'd
used her the previous evening.  She'd been made to perform like a dog
for him and her master.  The memory still shamed her.  Partially
because it was so humiliating to be reduced to being an animal.  But
more so for how much it turned her on.

Laquetta heard the door close and a bead of sweat rolled down her face.
Their footsteps approached and they came into her view.  She had been
correct in identifying Stan, the heavy set white man grinned down at
her.  Also accompanying her master was a younger, lanky red headed
man.  His blue eyes were fixed on her fat brown body.

"Fuck!" Rusty exclaimed, "she's all welted up!  What'd she do to earn
a beatin' like that?"

"Just a gentle reminder of her place," replied Miz Kingsley.  "But,
mostly, just because it pleased me to take the belt to her.  I hope
you don't mind, sir."

"No, Vicky," said Laquetta's master.  "I don't mind at all.  I think the
stripes suit her.  I like them."

"Makes me wanna fuck her," Stan chimed in.  "Fuck her an' hear her
holler."

"Hell, yeah!" seconded Rusty.

"You'll all get a turn, no worries there," her master assured him.
"Don't know if she'll holler, though.  She's a good nigger an' takes
it well.  We'll just have to wait and see."

Laquetta blushed at the compliment.  Even with the degrading treatment,
she was happy to hear her master was proud of her.

"Get up, girl," ordered her master.  "We'll be using you all together
in the bedroom.  A performance of sorts.  Move the chairs in there
where we can all get a good view of the bed.  Hurry it up, I think
Rusty's about to bust a nut in his pants."

"Man, you got that right!" Rusty agreed.  "Seein' that big ol' fat
nigger ass all welted up 's got my dick ready for some poontang!"

Laquetta felt Miz Kingsley remove her feet from her back.  Gingerly, the
big black girl got to her feet.  Her joints were stiff from her
prolonged use as the white lady's foot stool.  Despite her
professional experience, she found herself very self conscious
standing naked in the room with the fully dressed white people.

"Fix us some drinks, Vicky," instructed Laquetta's master.  "I'll have
my usual.  See what these gentlemen will have."

Miz Kingsley went about the business of mixing drinks for the white
men while Laquetta moved chairs into the bedroom where she'd been used
previously.  Setting things up for a performance that would include
her own debasement was a humiliation for the black girl.  Taking these
men on while they all watched was bad enough, but having to arrange
the furniture so they could get a good view of it was all the more
humbling.

"When you're finished with the chairs, girl, get up on the bed and
bend yourself over," ordered her master.  "Present your holes like a
good nigger.  We'll be in in a bit."

"Yes, sir," replied Laquetta in a soft voice.

The big black prostitute moved the last chair in.  The big easy chair
for her master to sit in while he enjoyed the performance.  Laquetta
crawled up on the bed on her knees and bent over, resting her head and
chest on the mattress.  She spread her legs wide so that her master
and his guests could clearly see her pussy and asshole.

She'd worked up a little of a sweat and her perspiration stung the
welts Miz Kingsley had raised on her body with the belt.  The air was
cool on Laquetta's skin, especially on her sex between her open legs.
In spite of the shameful humiliation, she could tell she was extremely
aroused.  Perhaps, it was because of it rather than in spite of it,
she thought.

The sound of voices punctuated by laughter drifted into the room where
Laquetta knelt naked on the bed, her most intimate parts obscenely
exposed and displayed.  At last she heard the voices get closer, their
foot steps drawing nearer, the ice rattling in their drinks.  Show
time was drawing near.

"Holy shit!" swore Rusty.  "That's a big fat booty!  Look how swolled
up her cunt is!  She took a few licks right across her slit!  Damn, I
gotta fuck that!"

Laquetta blushed hard.  The black woman felt like a piece of raw meat
being displayed before hungry dogs.  It seemed that her body was even
more attractive to them knowing the pain she'd have to endure from
their use.

"All right, Rusty," spoke Laquetta's master.  "You first.  Turn around
and face us, girl.  I want to see the look on your face when ol'
Rusty's dick goes in your beat pussy.  I know it's gonna be
delicious."

The negress obeyed, rising to her hands and knees.  Laquetta turned
around and faced them.  Her master sat in the big easy chair she'd
placed at the end of the bed.  Stan took his seat.  Rusty was already
shirtless and frantically getting his trousers off.  Miz Kingsley was
nowhere to be seen.  Apparently what the men had in mind for the
colored prostitute wasn't fit for a white lady to see.

Once the red haired man was naked he quickly walked over to the bed,
his erection bouncing with each step.  Laquetta felt the bed sag as he
climbed in.  Her master and Stan watched her face intently while Rusty
positioned himself behind her.

Laquetta winced as she felt him probe her tender sex with his hard on.
She gasped as he roughly penetrated her abused vagina, painfully
stretching her swollen pussy lips.  She could see the pleasure on her
master's face.  Clearly, he was enjoying her discomfort.  Or, perhaps
he was enjoying the way she took it.  Either way, it made her happy to
know she was pleasing him.

"Oh, man, this poontang is *fine*!" cried Rusty.  "For a hooker, she's
fuckin' tight!  Maybe it's 'cause her cunt's all swolled up.  But, who
cares?  It's fuckin' great!"

The negress hung her head and braced herself as the white man pounded
into her sore hole.  Her large saggy breasts swung with each stroke.

"Look at me, girl," ordered her master.  "I want to see your face."

Laquetta whimpered and raised her head back up with a pained expression
on her face.

"That's a good girl," he praised her.

"Thank you, sir," she responded, her voice strained.

"Tell us," he asked conversationally.  "How long have you been selling
your body on the street?"

"A pretty long time," replied Laquetta.  "A lot of years."

Rusty slowed the pace of his thrusts into Laquetta's pussy.  She could
tell that the white man wanted to prolong the act and not finish too
quickly.  Johns always wanted to get their money's worth and not cum
right away.

"How'd you get started?" her master wanted to know.

"My mama got me started," Laquetta told him.  "She was in the life.
Always bringin' mens home.  Usually white mens.  Sometimes it'd wake
me up when they come home.  We had a small apartment in the projects.
I could see right into the main room from my room.  I used to open the
door a crack so's I could see what she was doin'."

It was difficult for Laquetta to focus on the story with the red haired
man painfully fucking her.  But, her master wanted to hear it, so she
did her best and continued.

"One time she brought some white man home an' I was watchin' from my
room," Laquetta went on.  "He had her on the floor on all fours an' she
was lookin' right at me."

"Kinda like you are right now..." mused her master.

"Yes, sir," Laquetta blushed.  "I thought she seen me an' I shut the
door quick.  It musta made too much noise an' he musta heard it 'cause
mama called for me to come out.  I went on out an' seen 'em.  Mama was
on her hands an' knees on the floor naked with this gray haired old
white man kneelin' up behind her with his pants down.  I was in my
night gown, an' I was real embarrassed to see her like that an' havin'
him see me."

Rusty continued banging away into the negress's pussy as she continued
her story.  Her master and Stan looked on with rapt attention.

"How old were you?" asked her master.

"Fourteen...," replied Laquetta, breathlessly.  "Maybe fifteen.  I don't
remember too good.  But, I felt pretty growed up by then.  That white
man said he wanted to fuck me, but my mama tol' him I was too young.
Then he said how he'd give my mama five bucks if he could see me naked
while he kept fuckin' her."

"Five bucks!" exclaimed Stan.  "Man, that's cheap!  And for a sweet
young thing like that!  Did she take it?"

"Yeah," answered Laquetta.  "She said for me to show him what I got
'cause we needed the money.  I'd let boys do stuff with me before an'
I wasn't no virgin.  But, havin' that ol' white man lookin' at me like
that was real embarrassin'.  'specially with him there with his dick
in my mama at the time."

"So, what did you do?" asked Stan.  "You do it?"

"Yes, sir," Laquetta told him.  "I did it.  I looked down at my mama an'
then I looked at the floor in front of me.  Then I picked up my night
gown and pulled it up.  I weren't wearin' nothin' under it.  So he
could see my coochie right away.  Then my titties.  I was about to
pull it off, but he say stop.  He wanted to look at me holdin' it up
to my chin while he fucked my mama.  It was even worse 'n bein' naked.
At least naked, I just be standin' there.  But, this way I was showin'
him my stuff."

"You displayed yourself like a good nigger, didn't you, girl?"
observed her master.

"Yes, sir," replied Laquetta.  "I did like he said.  I stood there with
my gown up an' my titties hangin' out until he nutted.  He got up an'
pulled up his pants but he never stopped lookin'.  I jus' kept showin'
him.  Mama tol' him to give her the five dollars.  He took it out an'
dropped it on the floor an' left.  I let my gown down once he was
gone.  I stood an' watched my mama crawl over to where that money was.
The white man's jizz was runnin' down her leg.  I knew what a whore
was then."

"Oh, fuck!" cried Rusty.  "I'm gonna nut!  Take it you black whore!"

No sooner had Laquetta finished her story, she was rewarded with Rusty
releasing into her sore pussy.  She could feel the spurts of hot cum
going deep inside her while her master and his guests looked on.  The
red haired man had used her.  Her master and his guests had used her.
Her present day self here in the room as well as her younger self,
displaying her body to the nameless stranger.

Rusty got back down off the bed and started over to where his clothes
were.  Laquetta's master turned his eyes towards her with a hint of
disapproval in his expression.

"You're not forgetting your manners, are you?" he asked her.

Laquetta blushed and remembered what he expected of her.  She looked
towards Rusty as he reached for his pants.

"Excuse me, sir," said Laquetta humbly.  "Can I clean your cock of for
you, sir?"

"Hell, yeah!" replied Rusty cheerfully.

The red haired man stepped in front of the debased negro, his cock
dangling right in front of her face.  Laquetta moved forward so she
could slurp his dick into her mouth.  She could taste her own pussy
mixed with his semen.  She sucked his flaccid member until it was
clean and then let it slip out from between her thick lips.

"Thank you, sir," Laquetta said to him.

Rusty stepped back from her and started putting his trousers on.  Stan
took his cue and stood up and began taking his off.  Once he'd
finished removing his pants, the fat balding man got up in the bed and
lay on his back.

"Saddle up, girl," smiled Stan gleefully.  "I want you ridin' me like
I was a bull."

Laquetta moved beside Stan and started to straddle him when her master
stopped her.

"Turn around so we can see," he commanded.  "We wanna watch your face
while you fuck him.  I wanna see those udders bouncing."

Again, the black girl was embarrassed.  She'd taken on more than one
john at a time in the past.  Sometimes at once, others in succession.
But something about this was more degrading than that.  She might have
only had a single dick inside her, but they were all using her
thoroughly each time.

Laquetta adjusted herself and lifted her fat thigh up over the white
man's crotch.  She settled down, straddling him, with her back to his
face.  The impersonal nature of this position was humiliating enough,
even for her.  She couldn't see the face of the man who would be
inside her body.  But, having the act be a performance for an audience
watching her every move and facial expression was doubly so.

Her vagina still sore by the whipping administered by Miz Kingsley,
and now freshly abused from Rusty's hard fucking, Laquetta groaned in
pain as she impaled herself on Stan's erect member.  Bent over while
the red haired man pounded into her had hurt, but all she'd had to do
was brace herself and take it.  This time she had to actively force
the bald man's thick cock into her tender swollen pussy.

"Oh, yeah..." sighed Stan happily.  "This fat nigger's hole is tight!
Hard to believe I'm gettin' sloppy seconds.  Must be the pussy
whippin' that white girl gave her got her all swolled up.  Damn, it
feels good!"

Wincing from the pain of being penetrated, Laquetta lowered herself
completely over Stan's hard dick.  Clearly, the fat white man didn't
care how bad her pussy hurt.  All that mattered to him was how good
her swollen vagina felt on his cock.  Judging from his moans of
pleasure, it felt pretty good for him.

"You were telling us how your mama got you into being a whore," her
master said casually.  "Did she just have you show your body off for
these men or was there more?"

Laquetta couldn't believe he wanted to hear more.  It was a major effort
for her to fuck Stan since the fat white man was making her do all the
work.  Now her master expected her to continue with the story of her
teenaged humiliations to amuse him while he watched her slowly going
up and down on his friends thick dick.

"No, sir," replied Laquetta, her voice straining from the exertion.  "At
first that was all.  That same old white man kept comin' by regular.
I'd have to lift up my night gown for him while he fucked my mama."

"After a few times of that," she continued breathlessly, "he started
makin' me strip naked and get up in the old arm chair we had.  I'd
have to put my legs up over the arms.  It was real embarrassin' 'cause
he could just see everything I had.  My legs be spread out so far I
could feel my coochie stretching out.  He liked to make mama get on
her knees an' take his dick in her mouth while he looked at me."

Her legs aching from the effort, Laquetta slackened her efforts riding
the fat white man.  It was hard to maintain the pace and tell her
story at the same time.

"Don't slow down, girl," complained Stan.  "You keep on a humpin'!"

"Sorry, sir," Laquetta replied.

The big black whore resumed bucking her hips up and down on Stan's
cock.

"How'd that make you feel?" asked her master.  "Giving that old man
something to look at while he used your mama's mouth?"

"It made me feel dirty," replied Laquetta.  "I let boys do what they
want before that, but that white man made me feel like I was some
kinda piece of meat.  Just like mama."

"So he kept coming around?" Laquetta's master wanted to know.

"Yes, sir," Laquetta replied as she continued to hump the fat white
man's cock.  "After that first time, mama used to get me ready for
him.  She said how he liked me to look younger than I really was so
she'd do my hair up in a bunch of braids like I when I was just a
girl.  She took a razor to my coochie 'cause the white man liked it
that way."

"He loved havin' me spread my legs over the arm chair like that with
mama suckin' him off," Laquetta went on.  "One time he just pulled right
of mama's mouth and got in front of me.  He tol' me to open my mouth.
I didn't know what he wanted to do an' I looked at mama.  I could tell
by the way she looked back that I had to do like he said so I did.  He
started jerkin' his self off for a few seconds then he shot off all
over me.  I remember some got in my eye an' it burned.  Some got in my
mouth, too.  The rest was on my titties.  There was a lot."

"How was that?" asked Laquetta's master.

"Nasty," Laquetta told him, still moving up and down on Stan's dick.  "I
never let a boy cum in my mouth or nothin'.  So this was a first.  I
didn't like it, but I had to take it.  Mama told me I had to swallow
it.  I was still chokin' it down while he was gettin' his wallet out
an' payin' her."

"So he never fucked you?" he asked.

Laquetta blushed at the question.  It had been so humiliating at the
time.  She'd long ago gotten used to taking stranger's dicks inside
her, but it hadn't been so easy in the beginning.  Telling her master
about it now brought back the shame she'd felt at the time.  Doing it
while fucking a man she couldn't even see was degrading to the
extreme.

"Not for a long time," she answered.  "I think he kept askin' her an'
finally she said yes.  She tol' me how we needed the money an' how I
had to do it.  Mama helped me get ready for him like always.  She
shaved my coochie bare and braided my hair up.  So, that night when he
come by, I just waited in my bed instead of comin' out.  I had a sheet
up over me, but I was naked underneath."

"I heared mama let him in the front door," continued Laquetta, her
breasts swaying as she humped on Stan's dick.  "I was kinda scared.  I
ain't never been with a growed man before, just boys my own age.  Mama
opened the door to my room an' stood there lookin' at me.  I could see
a twenty dollar bill in her hand.  The old white man was right behind
her."

"I asked her, 'do I hafta, mama?'

"She said, 'yes, baby.  The man done paid already.  You paid for,
girl.  You gotta do it.'

"So I just lay there an' look at him while he come in," Laquetta paused
the story.

"She said that?" asked Rusty incredulously.  "Told you you was paid
for?  Fuck!"

"Yes, sir," admitted Laquetta.  "Them was her exact words.  I ain't
never forget it.  That ol' man must liked hearin' it, 'cause he got
this look on his face.  He come over to the bed an' lifted the sheet
up offa me.  He took a long slow look at me an' licked his lips.  He
told my mama to go wait in the other room.  She left an' closed the
door."

Strangely, Laquetta felt herself getting aroused at the memory.  She
lowered herself further onto Stan's cock, forcing it deeper inside her
pussy.

"He took his pants off and got up in the bed between my legs," Laquetta
went on.  "He started kissin' on me.  His face was scratchy an' his
hands was rough.  He smelled real sweaty.  He stuck his tongue in my
mouth an' started squeezin' on my titties.  Then he went an' sucked on
my nipples.  I just lay there an' let him do what he wanted."

"Wow," murmured Rusty.  "That's so nasty!"

"Go on, girl," instructed Laquetta's master.  "What did he do?"

"Well, I could feel his dick on my thigh," continued Laquetta.  "I could
feel the cum already leakin' out.  He moved up so the tip of it was
right at my hole.  I wasn't wet or nothin' so I knowed it was gonna
hurt."

"Did it?" asked her master.

"Yes, sir," replied Laquetta, her voice straining.  "He just shoved it
in and started fuckin' my dry coochie."

"I told him, 'you too rough, mister.  Please go slow.'

"He said, 'too bad, nigger.  You heared your mama.  I paid for you.'

"I cried, 'It hurts, mister!  Please stop!'

"Then he started grinnin'!  Like he wanted it to hurt me.  Like he
liked it.

"He asked, 'what hurts, nigger?  Tell me.'

"I told him 'My pussy hurts, mister.  You hurtin' my pussy bad.'

"He started fuckin' me even harder then," Laquetta continued
breathlessly.  "Poundin' into me.  He was breathin' hard an' I could
tell he was close to shootin' his load.  He grabbed my chin an' forced
me to look at him.  Then he spat in my face."

"Whoa!" exclaimed Rusty.  "He spat in your face?  While he was fuckin'
you?  Holy shit!"

"Yes, sir," replied Laquetta.  "I couldn't believe he done it.  Then he
made me open my mouth an' he spat right in it.  It was so nasty.  He
called me a dirty nigger whore.  Then he just shoved it in hard an' I
cried out.  He grunted an' shot his load into my bare coochie.  He
didn't say nothin' more.  He just grunted a few more times while he
got off inside me."

"When he was done he got up and started gettin' dressed," Laquetta went
on with the story.  "I didn't know what to do, so I just lay there.  I
could feel his jizz leakin' out of my hole an' makin' a wet spot
between my legs on the bed.  I could taste his spit in my mouth an' I
could feel it on my face.  I never felt so dirty."

"That was fuckin' nasty," said Rusty.  "What a fuckin' guy!"

"Yeah," agreed Laquetta.  "It was.  Then he opened the door up an'
called my mama in.  Seein' the look on her face when she saw me made
me feel even dirtier.  He asked her if she wanted to make another ten
bucks.  She said yes.  He told her to eat his jizz out of my hole."

"No way!" exclaimed Rusty.  "Did she do it?"

"Yes, sir," gasped Laquetta, her heavy breasts swinging in time with her
humping Stan.  "He gave her the money an' she got in the bed an'
crawled up between my legs.  I couldn't believe my own mama would do
that, not even for ten bucks.  But, she did it.  It was so
embarrassin' havin' her suck my pussy."

"Did it feel good?" asked her master.  "Even if it was your mama,
she's got a soft tongue and probably knows how to use it."

"It felt good, yes, sir," blushed Laquetta.  "He hurt my pussy, but it
was startin' to feel better when he cum in me.  Mama's tongue felt
good.  I could tell I was gonna cum, too.  The old white man could
tell, too.  He made her keep it up until I did.  Then he said we was a
couple of nasty fuckin' niggers."

"You came even after all that?" Rusty asked.  "He spat in your damn
face!  Made your mama suck your cunt!"

"Yes, sir," panted Laquetta, her own orgasm starting to build.  "I did.
I'm a nasty nigger, just like he say."

"Oh, fuck!" cried Stan.  "I can't take no more.  Faster, you black
bitch.  Faster, you fuckin' nasty nigger!  Oh, fuck!"

Stan ejaculated in the negro prostitute's vagina.  Feeling the hot cum
spurting into her bare pussy brought Laquetta to the brink of orgasm, a
rare thing in her line of work.  She watched through a pre-orgasmic
haze as her master rose and walked up in front of her.  He reached out
and grasped her chin and raised her head up to meet his gaze.  Without
warning he spat in her face.  She felt his fingers forcing her jaws
apart and he spat into her open mouth.

"Ahhh!" screamed Laquetta.  "Ahhh!"

That was all it took.  Laquetta's orgasm hit her hard.  Her pussy milked
the rest of the cum out of Stan's dick while her master's saliva
dripped off her face.  Reliving the memory and replaying it in the
present had pushed the fat black whore over the edge.

"Get down here, slut," commanded her master.  "On your knees, bitch."

Laquetta obeyed instantly, lifting herself off of Stan and climbing down
onto the floor.  She looked up at her master from her knees and
unfastened his pants without having to be told.  Once his cock was
out, he jammed it into her mouth and started fucking her hard.  She
felt his hand on the back of her head, forcing his dick into her
throat.

The big black girl sputtered and gagged on the white man's erection.
It was all so sudden, she was still cumming from before, her pussy
still contracting.  She could feel Stan's cum drooling out of her used
hole even as her master roughly face fucked her.

Laquetta's master tugged her hair down, forcing her head to tilt up
towards him.  Again he spat in face.  Again her pussy convulsed.  Then
she heard him grunt and felt him cum in her mouth.  Spurt after spurt
of warm thick cum shot down her throat.

When finally he was spent, Laquetta's master sat back in the chair he'd
been sitting in while listening to her story.  She couldn't believe
how hard she'd cum or how aroused she was by the degradation she'd
just experienced.  Why did it take something like this to get her off,
she wondered.  She was ashamed that the white men had seen it.

"Man, all that nasty shit made the nigger cum!" exclaimed Rusty.
"Holy shit!  I ain't never seen nothin' like that!  She *is* a nasty
nigger!"

"What then?" asked her master, recovering his breath.  "After your
mama made you cum?"

Laquetta's voice cracked when she first tried to answer.  Tears from
gagging rolled down her cheeks.

"He... uh... told mama to go wash her face," answered Laquetta,
regaining her composure.  When she left to go do it, he took his
wallet out again an' give me ten dollars, too.  He said it was for me
for bein' a good girl an' not to tell mama he give it to me."

"Did you tell her?" Laquetta's master wanted to know.

"No, sir," replied Laquetta from her knees.  "I never did."

"That's a hell of a story," said Stan, dressing.  "A fuckin' hot
story."

"Yeah," agreed Rusty.  "Hot an' nasty!"

"It's late, gentlemen," announced Laquetta's master, walking his friends
to the door.  "It's been a pleasure."

"Man, I'd like some more of that sometime," Rusty said before leaving.

"I'll let you know where she hangs out, Rusty," replied the white man.
"You can have her anytime she's available."

"I'll take that address, too, buddy," added Stan.  "I've had my share
of hookers before, but nothing like this nigger."

The door closed leaving Laquetta alone. She remained kneeling at the
foot of the bed.  Without instructions, she waited for her master to
return.  The colored hooker knew she was a mess and could feel the
welts on her tender flesh stinging.  Cum continued to ooze from her
pussy.  Her master's spit dried on her face.  Why did she feel such
contentment from such degradation?

A few minutes later, he returned to her.  He seemed quite pleased that
she'd waited for him before doing anything, even getting up.

"Good girl," he praised her.  "Go get yourself cleaned up now.  You've
had quite an evening."

"Thank you, sir," replied Laquetta, rising to her feet on shaky legs.

"When you get out of the shower, you may join me in my bed," he told
her as he left the room, closing the door behind him.

Laquetta felt a warm glow inside her as she made her way into the
bathroom and ran the water.  Her master knew what she needed and gave
it to her in his own way.  But, it was just the way she wanted it.

After her shower, the big black naked girl walked back out through the
main room of the suite.  Miz Kingsley sat in the remaining easy chair
watching television.  She looked up as Laquetta as she passed her.

"Good night, ma'am," said the negro prostitute.

"Good night, nigger," replied the white lady.

Laquetta opened the door to the other bedroom and went in.  Her master
was already asleep.  Happily, she got into the bed with him as he'd
desired.  She wouldn't be sleeping on the floor tonight.



  
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