Shanika at the Plantation Club
by Neal

Chapter 10 - The Gala

Elois, the negro attendant, dressed in her usual denim shirt and wrap
around skirt, took Shanika's chain from Yolanda as the two colored
women entered the slave barn.  The young negro girl led the black
slave to a stall.  After brushing Shanika's teeth she lathered her up
and began to shave her pussy.  She was just about finished when
Mr. Richards walked in.  He stood with Yolanda and spoke quietly to
her as he watched the attendant lead her charge to the wash stall.

"Time to pee," instructed Elois.

In spite of being forced to urinate in front of her keepers, Shanika
was embarrassed to have to squat and relieve herself while
Mr. Richards looked on.  She tried to avoid looking in his direction
the entire time Elois soaped and scrubbed her.

The hose water was as cold as ever, and being rinsed in it left the
colored slave girl covered in goose flesh, her nipples rock hard.

Mr. Richards walked back out the door and Yolanda approached her.

"Well, it looks like you won't be going to auction today, missy," said
the older colored lady, "Massa Richards wants you up to the big house
for the big party tonight."  She turned towards Elois, "Get those
chains off her, girl, and be quick about it.  Don't want to keep the
Massa waiting."

Freed from her shackles, Shanika followed Yolanda as they walked up to
the main house and into the service entrance.  The older negress
knocked on Mr. Richards office door.

"Come in," he called.

The slave girl followed Yolanda in and then assumed the display
position in front of the older white man's desk.

"Tonight is a special night at the Plantation Club," he said. "It's
the annual anniversary gala commemorating the opening of the club.
This is no ordinary shindig, it's strictly black tie.  You'll be
serving our guests in the main dining room."

He stood and walked around the front of the desk to face her.  Looking
her up and down, he ran his hand over her head and down to her crotch.
Shanika reflexively parted her legs further, but he didn't move to
stroke her pussy.

"I want her to look her best, Yolanda," he instructed.  "She needs to
be waxed."

"Right away, Massa," she replied.  "Let's go, missy."

Yolanda led the slave girl out of the office and into the next room
down the hallway.  Inside was what appeared to be a doctor's examining
table, complete with stirrups.  "Get up there.  You know what to do."

Shanika climbed onto the table and lay down, placing her feet in the
stirrups.  Yolanda adjusted them so that the colored girl's legs were
splayed wide, facing the door.  She began to rummage around in the
cabinet under the table.

"I'll have to go get the wax," she said, "I'll be back.  Don't go
away."  Yolanda left the room leaving the door open.  The black slave
could look down between her legs and see out into the hall.  A negro
girl dressed in the usual denim shirt and wrap around skirt was
vacuuming.  She looked into the room and stared momentarily at
Shanika's sex but looked away as soon as their eyes met.  The cleaning
girl returned her concentration to the carpet and the displayed
negress felt a fresh wave of humiliation.

Yolanda returned shortly and applied the wax to the black slave girl's
pubic area.  Mr. Richards came into the room as she began to peel it
off.

"Sorry, but I love this part," he said.

Shanika cried out in pain as the stubble was pulled out of her tender
flesh.  The colored lady stepped out of the way when she was finished
and Mr. Richards came forward to run his hand over the slave girls
smooth pussy.

"Mmmm," he murmured.  "That's just fine.  Good work, girl.  You may go
now."

"Thank you, Massa," replied Yolanda and she walked out of the room.

Just then a tall white man with salt and pepper hair stopped in the
hallway outside and looked into the room.

"Carl Richards!  You old dog!," he greeted Mr. Richards and stepped
through the door, his eyes darting between the white man and the slave
girl's vagina.  "What've you been up to?  Other than playin' with the
niggers that is!"

"I wasn't sure you'd be able to make it this year, Jake," he replied,
extending his hand to his old friend.

They shook hands.  Shanika looked on, mortified at her obscene
condition.  She dared not move without instructions from Mr. Richards.

"I'm just making sure everything'll be ready for tonight," said Carl.

"Yeah, right!" laughed Jake.  "She looks ready now!"

"Say," suggested Carl, "not to early for a drink is it?"

"Never too early," Jake replied.

"Step into my office," he said and then turned to Shanika, "you, too
girl.  Come in and look pretty."

Carl and Jake walked into the office with Shanika following.  Jake sat
in one of the chairs and Carl went around, sat in his chair, and
pulled a bottle out of a desk drawer along with two glasses.

"Why don't you pour, girl?" he said to the negress.

Shanika picked up the liquor bottle and poured some in each glass.

She stood by as the two old friends clinked glasses and sipped their
drinks.

"Say, Jake," said Carl as he took another sip from his drink, "Did I
ever tell you about my first nigger?"

"What's this?" asked Jake, "Another of your tall tales?"

"No, seriously," he replied.  "It all started when was a boy.  I was
thirteen or fourteen, I don't remember for sure, it bein' over fifty
years ago."

"I was livin' at home with my widowed momma.  My daddy got his self
killed during the war so she had to work in an office to support us.
She didn't have a lot of spare time so she hired this colored lady
named Beula to come over and do the cleaning and laundry and be there
for when I got back from school.  She'd make our supper and have it
ready when Momma got home and then take care of the dishes before she
went off to where ever it was she lived.

"Beula always used to call me 'Mister Richards' when ever she spoke to
me even though she was at least as old as Momma.  I asked her one day
why she did that.  She told me, 'It's 'cause I'm a nigger and you a
young white man, Mister Richards.  I gots to show you respect and I
gots to do things the way you like.  That's all.'

"It was around that time I started to really take an interest in girls
and started noticing the female form.  And there wasn't no form more
female than Beula.  She was a large woman with big nigger tits and a
great big booty.  I wanted to feel those titties in the worst way.

"One day I asked her, 'Since you a nigger, you got to do what I say,
right?'  She agreed.  So I says, 'then open up your blouse so's I can
see your boobs.'

"So she says, 'Mister Richards!  You know that ain't right!  I's
older'n yo' momma!  That ain't nothin' for a polite young man to ask a
lady.  What would yo' momma think?'

"I told her my momma wasn't going to know about it and she couldn't
tell her 'cause she had to do what I say.  She didn't have much to say
about that, and I was already committed so I tell her again to show me
her boobs.  Damned if she didn't unbutton her blouse and lift her big
ol' bra up and let 'em pop out.  I couldn't believe she'd really do
it!

Jake spoke up, "Now you're bullshittin' me, Carl.  You and your good
old days stories.  Ain't no middle age lady gonna show her hooters off
to some young punk.  Don't matter if she's a nigger or not, it ain't
gonna happen."

"I shit you not," said Carl.  "She did it.  They was fuckin' *huge*!
I went over and felt the hell out of her titties.  They was so soft!
She couldn't hardly look at me while I did it.  She just stood there,
looking off to one side.  I tried to squeeze on 'em, but they was too
big for me to get my hands on."

"Anyways, once I had enough, I told her she could put 'em away.  I was
afraid she was gonna tell my momma what I did when she got home, but
she never did.  It took me a couple weeks to work up the guts to tell
her to do it again, but I did.  That time she didn't argue or nothin'.
She just opened up her shirt and let me do what I wanted.  I even
kissed and sucked on her nipples and she didn't say anything or try to
stop me.  Afterwards she'd act like nothin' happened.

"This went on for months, but more and more often.  At night I'd think
about those big nigger tits and how soft they were and how she'd just
let me do what I wanted.  Then I started to get some other ideas.

"I wanted to see how far she'd go, so I told her I wanted to see her
naked and that she should take off her clothes.  She said that me
havin' her titties was enough and that it wasn't right for me to be
carryin' on this way.  I told her she had to and finally she gave in
and stripped down to her underwear.  She had a big ol' white bra for
them big nigger tits, and big ol' white cotton drawers for her big ol'
black ass.  She wanted to stop there, but I wouldn't let her.  Finally
she got all naked, right there in the kitchen.

Jake couldn't hold back.  "You tellin' me she took off all her clothes
'cause you told her to?  Just some kid?  You had me goin' up to now,
but come on, Carl!"

"Are you gonna keep interruptin' me?" asked Carl.  "Or do you want to
hear this story?"

Jake didn't say anything.  Shanika stood quietly.  She wanted to hear
more of the story that the old white man was telling.

"All right then," he continued.  "She did.  She took off everything
and was standin' there buck naked for me to see.  Man, she was a sight
to behold.  Those big nigger tits and plump belly and she had a bush
of curly black hair.  I was sittin' in a chair at the kitchen table
and I made her come over to me so I could touch her.  I felt those big
black boobs and then I went for that bush.  It was kind of wiry but
still pretty soft.  I pushed my hand between her legs, but she didn't
want to let me so I had to tell her spread 'em.  She kept looking away
from me and opened 'em up.

"Her coochie was real soft and warm, I tried to finger her, but she
was pretty dry, so I just kept feelin' it on the outside.  I never
felt a girl between her legs before and it was great.  I put my finger
in her crack and it felt kind of wet so I tried to finger her again
and this time it went right in.  She made a noise and I was afraid I'd
hurt her or somethin'.  I took my hand away and asked if she was ok
but she wouldn't say nothin' so I told her she could get dressed.

"Once she had her clothes on again I asked her if she was ok and she
said she was and I asked about how she got wet.  She says, 'I ain't
just a nigger, Mister Richards, I is also a woman.  An' when a woman
gets her privates played with like that she gets wet.'  See, I didn't
know shit then and she had to explain it to me.

"It was quite some time before I dared try anything again.  But when I
did, and told her to get naked, she just did it without talkin' or
complainin'.  She'd just stand there, lookin' the other way while my
hands had their way with her.  An' when I'd go to finger her coochie,
it'd already be wet.  It smelled good, too.  I never smelled nothin'
like that before, but I liked it.  I don't mind tellin' you I'd have
to go whack off pretty soon after I let her get dressed again.

"I wasn't so bold as to do it too often, but I did it now and then.
It must have been over a year after I started playin' with her that I
came home from school early one day.  Beula was still makin' the beds.
I found her in my room and she was surprised to see me that time of
the day.  It's funny, but I could tell by the look on her face that
she knew what I wanted now.

"'Mister Richards, it ain't right what you want.' she said.  'An'
what's that?' I asked.  She told me, 'I is older than yo' momma.  It
ain't right!'  But I didn't care.  I told her to take off her clothes
and lie on my bed and spread her legs out.

"She was beggin' me, 'Don't make me do this, Carl.  What would yo'
momma think?'  I told her my momma wasn't gonna think nothin' 'cause
she wasn't gonna know about it.  So she got naked and lay on my own
bed and spread her legs for me.  I couldn't believe she was doing it!
Well, I pulled down my pants and hopped in bed between her legs.  She
didn't even look at me the whole time I fucked her.  Bein' a kid, I
didn't last very long.  I got up and pulled up my pants, but she just
lay there looking away from me.  Those big floppy nigger tits were
hanging over sides of her chest and I could see a little cream in her
coochie.  I told her she could get dressed again so she did and went
downstairs to start supper.

Jake said to Shanika, "Pour us another drink, wench!  Listenin' to
this tall tale is makin' me thirsty!"

"You never fucked that old nigger, Carl," said Jake.  "No fuckin' way.
I mean if your old lady found you pokin' the cleanin' lady she'd fire
her ass.  No fuckin' way she'd risk that."

Shanika returned to the desk and poured each white man another drink
from the bottle.

"You can say whatever you want," said Carl.  "I was there.  I know
what happened.  It ain't no lie.  I fucked that old nigger.  As it
turned out, plenty more times, too."

"I'd get home from school and call her up to my room.  She'd come up,
get naked, and lie in my bed.  I'd get in and fuck the shit out of
her.  She wouldn't look at me but I could tell she was humpin' me
back.  Sometimes she'd make little noises, like sighs and whimpers.
I'd bust my nut in her and say she could get dressed and she'd go
about her business.  It was great!

"I mean, it actually got to where sometimes I'd come home and go to my
room and she'd just come up and knock on the door.  'I figger'd you'd
want some,' she'd say or somethin'.  I'd let her in and she'd strip
down and get in my bed and I'd fuck her.  For the most part, though,
the most she'd do was hump back a little with her head turned to one
side.  I tried to kiss her, but she wouldn't kiss back, so I just
kissed her thick nigger lips anyways.  I didn't think she liked it too
much, but I was so horny I didn't give a shit.  Then again, a couple
times I came home and she was already in bed waitin'!  I figured I had
her totally trained to be my nigger.

"When I was sixteen I got me a girlfriend.  She was so pretty.  Betty
Lou was her name and she had long blonde hair and big blue eyes.  Once
I started going with Betty Lou, I kind of stopped messin' around with
Beula.  Actually, I started to feel kind of ashamed at the way I'd
been treatin' her all this time.  She was sweet and kind and I took
advantage of her somethin' terrible.

"I remember that it'd been awhile since I'd had her up to my room when
she said to me, 'Well, Master Carl, now you got yo' white girlfriend,
you don't need no nigger no more?'  So I told her, 'No, Beula.  An'
I'm truly sorry for how bad I treated you.  You been nothin' but nice
to me and I am shamed what I did.'  And that was that.  I didn't make
her do nothin' after that.

"I was tired of school and Betty Lou started goin' out with some other
poor sucker.  When I turned seventeen, Momma signed the papers so I
could go in the army.  The night before I was to go, I was out on the
porch and Beula was leaving to go home for the night.  'I'm gonna miss
you,' I told her.  And she said, 'I'll miss you, too, Carl.  Jus' like
I miss comin' up to your room.'

"I didn't know what to say for a moment.  'I thought you hated that,'
I told her and she said, 'I didn't hate it at all.  I's a old colored
lady, no husband since the war, and I had me a fine young white boy
just couldn't get enough of my coochie.  How could I hate that?'  I
was so confused.  'But you wouldn't even look at me!  After a time I
felt like maybe I was rapin' you.'  She laughed at that.  'No, you
wan't rapin' me or nothin'.  It just wasn't right, me, older 'n yo'
momma, carryin' on wit' you.  But I wasn't gonna stop you.  You
understands, Carl?'

"At that moment I think I did understand.  I told her I'd give her a
ride home.  I took her to her small one room apartment in town.  I
walked her to the door and then told her to let me come in.  She told
me it wasn't right, but I told her she had to do what I said.  We went
in and I told her to strip down and she did it with no argument.  I
got naked, too, and we went into her bed.  I fucked her like I never
had before and she looked into my eyes and told me she was my nigger.
I never came so hard in my life before.  An' thinkin' of it now, I
never did after, neither.

"I spent the night with her and we did it again in the morning.  That
day I went to the train station and went off to boot camp.  I never
saw her again.  When I got out of the army later she'd gone away to
live with family someplace or other.

The room was silent for a long moment.

"Bullshit," said Jake finally with a smile.  "You old liar.  None of
that ever happened."

"It did, old friend," Carl replied quietly.  "No lie."  He drained his
drink.  "Look, I've got to go check on a few last minute items for the
big to do."

He noticed his friend kept eyeing Shanika.  "You horny bastard.  I bet
you want to fuck my nigger, don't you?" he asked.

"Well..." Jake said.

"Look, she's ready for tonight so no pussy, ok?" said Carl.  "I've got
to get going so you can have the office to yourself.  Use her mouth
and don't make a mess."  He laughed.

"Thanks, Carl," he said, "I don't mind if I do."

"Leave the door open when you're done and my girl will come and take
the nigger away."  Carl left the room, closing the door behind him.
Jake unzipped his pants and slipped them down to his ankles.

Shanika knew what to do.  She kneeled before him and took his cock in
her hands, gently caressing it.  She leaned her head forward and began
to lick his shaft, occasionally running her tongue over his balls.  He
started breathing faster and she took the tip of his white cock in
through her thick lips and sucked.  He moaned with pleasure.  She took
more and more of his dick into her mouth, all the time stroking the
base of it with her hand.

Whether it was her ministrations or that he was already heated up from
Mr. Richards story, it didn't take long before she felt him stiffen
and then release a hot gush of semen into her mouth.  Respectfully,
she swallowed all she could and stood up.  Wordlessly, Jake pulled up
his pants, opened the door and walked out leaving Shanika with his cum
drooling off her chin and her cheeks burning with shame.

In a few minutes Yolanda came in and looked at her shaking her head.
She took out a handkerchief and wiped off the slave girls face.

"Let's go, missy," she said and Shanika followed her through the hall
to the lobby and a set of double doors.  Yolanda opened it revealing a
large high ceilinged room with a dozen cloth covered tables with
chairs around them.  Two other naked slave girls were setting the
tables.  She recognized Nydia and Yvonne.

"Here's where you'll be serving later," said Yolanda.  "Right now
you'll help get the dining hall ready."

Shanika joined in and help set the tables and otherwise prepare for
the gala.  The slave girls worked silently under Yolanda's watchful
eye.

Finally they were finished.  "All right, girls.  Into the kitchen."
Yolanda led the slave girls to the back of the hall and through a
swinging door to the kitchen where the meal was being prepared by
negro girls in kitchen whites.  Trays of hor'dourves were on a side
table along with trays of glasses of champagne.

"Guests are arriving in the lobby," she instructed.  "Circulate
amongst them and offer them something to eat or drink.  No talking.
Expect some grabbing so don't drop anything.  You've each been chosen
personally for this by Massa Richards.  Do nothing to shame him or
yourselves.  When you run out, come back here for more."

Each slave girl took a tray and headed back out through the dining
hall into the lobby.  A couple of dozen white folks were already
there.  Mostly men, all in elegant jackets and ties, but also several
women, each in a long evening gown.  The naked black women circulated
amongst the formally attired crowd offering them hor'dourves and
drinks.

Shanika had begun to become used her nudity in the presence of clothed
white men and women, but to be completely exposed amongst these
elegantly dressed people had her mortified.  She looked around and saw
Nydia and Yvonne.  They seemed so totally out of place, but none of
the party goers seemed to take much notice of them or their nakedness.

Her tray empty, she headed back for the kitchen and felt a pinch on
her ass.  She didn't turn around, but kept walking.  She didn't break
stride or even look down when she felt a hand squeeze her breast.  She
went through the double doors away from the crowd and through the
dining hall to the kitchen.  More trays were ready to be taken out.

She reached for the tray closest to the screen door that led from the
kitchen into the courtyard.  She looked and saw that it was twilight,
glancing around she saw Debbie in a flowing gown and open toed high
heeled shoes.  She wore eye shadow in addition to her traditional red
lipstick.  She had a pearl necklace on with matching earrings.

The white girl appeared to be leading a tall black man towards the
kitchen door.  He was at least a head higher than she was even though
she was wearing her blonde hair up.  He was naked except for the thick
chrome studded black leather collar he around his neck.  Shanika saw
he was completely hairless other than his eyebrows.  She was surprised
first because she hadn't seen any black boys at the club and second at
the obviously subservient posture he struck in spite of the size
difference between him and his white mistress.

"Stop here," she commanded him.  She turned and looked up at him, her
face turned angry.  In one move she reached out her hand and grabbed
his testicles, Shanika saw him wince in pain.

"On your knees, nigger!" she barked and virtually pulled him down by
the balls, her leaning forward, him dropping to his knees as she
released them.  "What's the idea staying up on your hind legs like
that, boy?"

"I's, sorry, Miz Debbie," said the chastened negro boy.

"I'll say you are!" she said.  "Now you listen to me, boy.  You stay
here and wait for me.  This will only take a few hours.  I don't want
you talking to these nigger girls.  If I catch you so much as looking
at them wrong, I'll put a hurtin' on you.  And you know I'll do it!"

"Yes'm, Miz Debbie," he drawled, "I won't talk to dem nigga girls."

Her voice softened.  "Now you be a good nigger and I'll save you some
of my supper and try to sneak away and bring it out to you."

"Thank you, Miz Debbie," he said.

"All right then, boy," she said, putting her hands on her hips.  "You
may pay your respects before I go."

The slave boy bent over on his knees, resting himself on his elbows.
He crawled like that for the couple of strides required to reach her.
He proceeded to kiss and lick each of her toes that was exposed
through her shoes.  When he'd done both feet, he rested his head on
the ground before her.

"Good boy." she said quietly and then turned and walked out of sight
around the building, heading for the front entrance.  The black boy
sat back on his knees, presumably to wait for his mistress's return.
He looked around and he saw Shanika through the screen door watching
what had just taken place.  His eyes went immediately to the ground
and he hung his head.

Shanika was startled by Yolanda's voice.  "You there!  What's the hold
up, missy?  Get a tray and get back out there."

The slave girl quickly did as she was told, returning to the guests
with a full tray.  She couldn't get the image of Debbie and the black
boy out of her mind.  She hadn't ever seen anything like it.

Soon it was dinner time.  The guests took their seats and were served.
While they ate, Shanika and the other slave girls made sure their
glasses were full.  Afterwards they cleared the dishes away, and then
served the white diners their dessert.

She was in a constant state of shame and excitement.  Serving the
elegantly clothed ladies and gentlemen while she was completely naked.
She never saw the hands, but she felt them as she moved from table to
table.

"You, there!" called Carl towards Shanika, "Come up here!"

The negro slave girl immediately hurried to the head table.  She could
feel every eye in the room on her naked black body.  Mr. Richards
pushed his chair away from the table and turned it towards Shanika.
She wasn't quite sure what to do.

"Display, girl," he said softly.

Facing the entire room of formally clad white folks, she slowly spread
out her legs and put her hands behind her head.  She looked at the
floor, unable to look at all the white faces pointed in her direction.
Carl reached his hand out and caressed her breasts causing her nipples
to become erect.  He reached between her legs and softly stroked her
sex.  She parted her legs still further.

"She is so wet!" he told the assembled diners.  "This is one of the
most responsive niggers I've come across.  Ain't that right, girl?"

"Yes, Massa," she said quietly.

"Tell them.  Tell them what you like," he laughed, "I already know!"

"I's wet, Massa," she said, feeling light headed, her face was burning
with embarrassment.  "I likes it when Massa play wit' my coochie."

She heard some laughter and opened her eyes.  Every white face in the
room was looking at her.  She felt Mr. Richards finger enter her and
she gasped.

"So you like that, do you?" he asked, playing to the crowd.

"Yes, Massa," she said, shaking both from the humiliation and the
excitement, "I likes what you doin' to my coochie.  It feel real
good."

She tuned out the audience and just concentrated on her master's
touch.  She felt another finger reach for her clit, as Carl continued
to manually work her pussy.  She gave in completely and began push
back against it, grinding herself against his hand.  Gradually she
unconsciously lowered her hands, her master said nothing.  He just
kept stroking her faster and faster.

"Oh!" she exclaimed amidst the whimpering noises she made, her eyes
closed.  "Ah!"  She could hear the sloppy sound of her master slipping
his hand in and out of her soaking wet pussy.  It was the only sound
she could hear as the room had gone still.  Every eye was on the black
slave girl as Carl brought her near climax.

"Oh, Massa," she whispered, feeling it build inside her.  She had put
the onlookers out of her mind.  She focussed entirely on the growing
orgasm.

"Oh!  Kin I cum, Massa?" she whispered.

"Louder," he prompted.

"Massa," she said louder, "kin I cum?  Please, Massa?"

"Yes, you may," he told her.  "Cum for your master like a good nigger
girl."

"Ah!"  Her eyes opened as if startled and her jaw dropped.  "Ah!  Oh!"
Carl felt her gush on his hand as the negro slave girl tensed and then
relaxed.  It was a quiet climax.  A quiet climax in a silent room.
She could hear only her own breathing and heart beating.

"Thank you, Massa," she said softly.  She got on her knees before him
and he reached out with his hand, sticky with her cum, and rubbed it
on the stubble on top of her head.  She backed away from him far
enough to be able to bend forward and touch her head to the floor in
front of his feet.

"Good girl," he said, "now go to the kitchen and have your supper."

Shanika kissed her masters feet and rose up.  She slowly went to the
kitchen, her eyes straight ahead.  She could feel the eyes of everyone
in the room on her along with the squishy wetness between her legs as
she walked.  She pushed open the door and walked in.  The other slave
girls along with the kitchen help and Yolanda all looked up from the
table they sat at as she entered the room.

"Well, girl," said Yolanda, "damned if you ain't Massa Richards'
favorite, too.


  
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