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In the morning I was very nervous, what if my black co-workers had seen me in my outfit and also seen me doing those things with the other black studs, “Don’t be worried Tina, it’s unlikely they’d recognise you in the lighting of the club and your make-up. Even if they did I don’t think you should be concerned, as I’ve said before it’s not unusual for Afro-males to engage in intercourse with white boys in prison and other institutions. I doubt your Afro-colleagues will take that much interest in it, to them you’ll be just another white sissy slut,” Dr Jane tried to reassure me.
I drove home from Dr Jane’s on the Saturday and later in the evening got a call from her, she said she was concerned about my worries over work and tried to impress on me how I should be proud of the life journey I was about to undertake for the benefit of society and that I should not be concerned about what other white people, especially men, thought of me; I didn’t quite understand the part about life journey. To help maintain my level of engagement with Afro-males and to continue to improve my attitude, she called it behavioral modification through experience, she had arranged for me to do another ‘waitress’ session on Monday evening at a different club, ‘Babes With Ass’, starting at 8pm. ‘Bouncing Bitches’ only had white trannies on Fridays or special events she explained however Joshua was also the manager of this club. “I also want you to wear the outfits I’ve given you whenever you’re in your apartment and get fully made-up, and as we’ve discussed you need to keep your body hairless and practice your hygiene routine and wear your buttplug, I may drop in unannounced so don’t disappoint me!” Dr Jane said sternly finishing the call.
I followed Dr Jane’s instructions and spent the rest of the evening in my basque and stockings, fully made up including a wig; although I had told her my buttplug was just too painful after all that black cock and she agreed I could limit its use. I spent the best part of Sunday making sure my body was hairless and practicing my anal maintenance, hygiene and exercise routines and when done I got fully dressed and practiced walking in heels and also suppressing my gag reflex by sucking on a practice dildo, black of course, Dr Jane had lent me. I was beginning to feel more comfortable in the lingerie than in my normal everyday clothes, I suppose this was part of Dr Jane’s behavioral modification through experience theory. Spending the weekend almost entirely in my apartment and ignoring calls from friends, meant I was also able to catch up on all my course work which I had gotten behind on, seriously behind.
On the Monday morning I went in very early to work; although I got stopped by my neighbor in the apartment below me, Marci, a mature black woman, asking me to tell my girlfriend not to walk in her heels in the apartment; I apologised and said it wouldn’t happen again. “That’s alright, although I didn’t think a nice white boy like you would be seeing girls who wear such revealing outfits! Those sorts of girls all seem to go with those nasty colored boys,” she commented; that confused me, how did she know, “I seen her come and go over last week, blonde isn’t she,” Marci explained. I apologised again and said I had to go; I would have to be more careful in the future as that was me, Marci had seen when I stayed dressed coming back from Dr Jane’s.
I sat at my desk all day trying to make sure I didn’t have to go to the loading bay and face the crew. Just before lunch I got a call from Dr Jane saying I would have to get myself to the ‘Babes With Ass’ club tonight and back again as she was unexpectedly called out of town and that I should ring Joshua the Manager to finalize details, she also warned she’d check with Joshua to see if I had shown up. I went and found a bench just outside the building and rang Joshua on the number Dr Jane had given me from my mobile, I introduced myself as Tina from Friday evening.
“Oh, yeah, you’re that white bitch, Dr Jane wanted broken-in by the bros,” he said and continued, “so, Dr Jane says you’re coming down ‘BWA’s tonight to do more waitressing.”
“Yes, it that’s OK, Master?” I answered realizing I needed to show the right attitude.
“Yeah, cool, bitch. OK you know where it is? It’s on a tough street, you driving here?” he asked, I said I was, “No, I’ll get someone to give you a ride at 7:30 but better come ready no changing at the club,” he advised.
“I need to come fully dressed?” I nervously asked.
“Yeah, not safe for white boys to be seen coming into the club, don’t worry once you’re in the club it’s all cool; just some nasty niggas hanging around outside,” he said nonchalantly and added, “you cool with that? We’ll get you dropped off home after, OK?”
“Of course, Master,” was all I could say and gave him my address.
“Cool, see you tonight,” he finished with and hung up.
It dawned on me that I would need a long coat to cover myself as I couldn’t walk around in just my lingerie, I had returned Dr Jane’s long coat; not knowing what to do I rang Dr Jane and explained the position.
“OK, kayseri escort I’ll sort something out Tina, I’ll ring you back in 30 minutes,” Dr Jane answered.
I returned to the office but soon afterwards Dr Jane rang back. “Someone will drop something appropriate around at 6pm,” Dr Jane explained and continued, “we really must get you your own wardrobe when I return to avoid this sort of thing, but remember I’m expecting a good report from the club about your attitude and behavior.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I replied in as low a voice as I could as I was in an open office.
“Oh Tina, you really need to get over this embarrassment, can’t you remember Friday evening when you probably had the most intense sexual experience of your life with three Afro-studs, who you willingly let fuck you silly. We’ll talk about this when I return!” Dr Jane exclaimed and hung up.
My face flushed red and I returned to my desk; it wasn’t so easy just turning up at work and announcing to everyone I was now a total slut for black cock but deep down I knew it would eventually come out; Dr Jane was obviously trying to guide me towards a future where I could openly do what she wanted me to do. My future was often referred to as if was already set out and maybe it was, maybe there was no going back, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go back; this was all very disconcerting but to add to my stressed state I got a call from the loading bay to sort out an issue with late deliveries. Damn, I’d hoped to avoid going to the loading bay today, in case anybody recognised me from Friday night, but as I walked down I realized that I’d have to go there eventually and face the music. I got to the bay and it was pretty deserted just Troy and another one of the loading bay crew, Ade, who was black of course, packing up crates.
“Hey, Troy, how are you doing?” I asked.
“Yeah, OK, got problems with deliveries,” he replied and told me about a delivery scheduled for 4pm that was running an hour late and there was no late shift tonight due to staff sickness, this shift finished at 4:30pm so there’d be no one around to accept the delivery. Normally we’d have 2 loading crew on the late shift to cover for this, but yeah I thought to myself, staff sickness, more likely some stupid niggers had too much dope or drink. NO! I told myself how dare I think of using that word for those Afro-boys, damn I shocked myself with those thoughts; I was upbraiding myself in my own head. In the past I would have got someone to ring around and tell those absence staff that if they weren’t in at once they would be fired, and I think Troy was half expecting me to tell him that.
“OK, that’s unfortunate, let me check a couple of things,” I said. I went and checked there were no more deliveries scheduled that evening, rang the shipping department and told them no one could allow any new deliveries to come in or out tonight and afterwards rang the site manager and asked him to approve some overtime payments.
“You sure, Johnny, sounds like some niggers just trying it on,” said the site manager, Jim.
“No Sir, these men aren’t well and it wouldn’t be fair on those other men not to pay them for overtime,” I replied but getting angry at him for using that word; wow I caught myself again, I couldn’t believe I was getting angry at such things. I was really changing, maybe there was something to having all that negro semen inside me.
“Well OK, Johnny, if you say it’s OK then it’s OK,” Jim replied.
“Thanks Sir,” I said and returned to the loading bay but my penis had begun to harden at the thought of all that black sperm inside me. It was fully erect by the time I reached the bay, I struggled to keep it out of sight as I had my pink thong on.
“Er, Troy, any chance you and Ade can stay back and take care of it, you’ll get paid double the rate for the 2 hours, so that’s 4 hours you’ll get,” I asked very politely, I nearly added ‘master’ at the end but just caught myself.
“Really?” Troy said, I could tell he thought I was joking and motioned Ade to come over.
“No, it’s fine I’ve got it all cleared by the site manager, I’ll drop out a note to payroll now confirming it,” I responded, as Troy explained things to Ade. I couldn’t help it but my gaze drifted towards Troy’s crouch and then Ade’s, I thought I bet these two black studs would need a release after all this extra work; oh no I thought I shouldn’t be thinking like that but my penis was drooling and my asshole twitching and aching!
“You OK, boss?” Ade asked, startling me out of my thoughts.
“Errr…Yes, ma, er…sorry what was that?” I mumbled, fixing my stare on some packing crates in the hope my drooling erection would shrink.
“Yeah, it OK doin’ extra time an’ thanks, maybe see you down the club for a drink?” Troy said.
“Oh, I think I’m busy tonight, what club?” I responded.
“We only do Bouncing Bitches,” Ade replied and added, “Troy say you wanna see the black girls sometime.”
“Definitely,” I said and left saying, “Anyway, I need to finish off somethings see you guys later,” kıbrıs escort and returned to the office flushed and with my penis straining in my pink thong. By Ade’s and Troy’s reaction, or non-reaction, to me I could tell they either didn’t know or didn’t care about my time spent in the club; I hoped it was the latter.
I got home as soon as I could and started to get ready, I had just finished applying my make-up and adjusting my wig when I heard a knock at the door, I looked through the spy hole and saw a woman holding a garment bag, so I part opened the door.
“Oh, hi sweetie, I’m Tammy one of Jane’s friends, Dr Jane,” the lady said.
“Oh, you’d better come in,” I said opening the door fully, she entered and handed me the garment bag.
“These are for you, Dr Jane said you needed a bit more coverage than usual,” Tammy smirked and looked me up and down. I was covered by a towel but was fully made-up, “Oh, don’t you look cute. Tell you what, go and finish off dressing and I’ll help choose which one of Jane’s overcoats to wear,” she said.
I flushed red, “Er…are you sure, do you know… ,” I stammered.
“Don’t worry sweetie, I know all about you and those other white boys and what you do for those black studs at the club,” she answered. I returned to my bedroom and got dressed in my chosen outfit, a red basque and panties, black gloves, black stockings and heels with a green and black collar; I didn’t bother with the buttplug.
“You look good sweetie, I bet you like those black studs pumping you,” she giggled as I returned. “Now let’s see,” she said and held up a number of overcoats and such like and chose one, “there you go, perfect, no one will suspect what’s underneath,” she giggled.
“How do you know Dr Jane?” I casually asked.
“Well , I’m involved in one of the charities that’s affiliated to AMIRAP, so me and Jane know each from that and we’re now good friends and I help her out when she’s out of town,” she answered and asking, “What time are you getting picked-up?”
“Er, 7:30 I hope,” I answered and asked, “What Charity?”
“7:30, time for a quick glass of wine, is your kitchen through here?” she queried and I nodded and we both went to the kitchen and I opened the fridge, there was a bottle of white wine and some beers in it.
“Tut tut, us girls, and you gurls, don’t drink beer sweetie. You need to get more salad and less red meat, I’ll talk to Jane as I know she’s thinking you’re a candidate for the programme,” Tammy said, pouring two glasses of wine and continued, “I work for a charity that’s trying to help cut down on unwanted pregnancies in the Afro-community and we are working with AMIRAP to try and get those black boys to release as much black semen as possible and store it in a safe place,” she said and tapped my ass, “and I think you know where that is, sweetie,” she laughed.
“Oh, I didn’t realise it was so organised, Dr Jane never went into any details,” I said but I was shocked to hear I was being lined-up for this programme; what did it mean.
“Oops, I hope I haven’t said too much! I’ve got a big mouth, but just ignore me,” she said, drinking her wine, “but looking at you I think you’re on track anyway; it’s so nice to meet such an enlightened white boy like you. Have you gotta real girlfriend, maybe wife?” she asked, I shook my head. “Well, I’m sure me and Jane can fix that sweetie, it’s important you have some sort of stable relationship in your new life,” she said and finished her wine. “Well sweetie I gotta go, but I hope you have a good evening and you please some of those black studs and remember to get them to give up some of that black baby making juice; it’s very potent as I’m sure you know by now,” she smiled and left.
What had Dr Jane discussed with Tammy about my future and for what was I a possible candidate? All these questions came into my mind as I got rid of all the beer in my fridge and the red meat; wow, I realized how easily I could be manipulated, perhaps it was to do with my Friday night session, had I become that submissive so quickly.
There was another knock at the door, it was 7:30 already, I put Dr Jane’s coat on over my outfit and answered the door; it was the club’s driver, another huge negro hunk, “You ready, bitch?” he asked.
“Yes Sir,” I answered and followed him to the car, a pimped-up SUV with opaque tinted windows and white leather seating, how appropriate I thought as I got in.
“You one lucky bitch, gettin’ a ride in Josh da boss’s wheels,” the driver said.
“I am, yes thank you Sir,” I answered submissively.
“You one polite bitch, I like white bitches like that. I’m gonna need some relief later, get my drift bitch?” he demanded, I nodded into the mirror so he could see me; knowing I would be seeing a lot more of the white leather seats on the way home. After driving for some time, he pulled off the highway into the black area of town, it was dark and I couldn’t see much, we drove deeper into the ghetto; I’d never been in this part of town before, it was run down with lots of buildings boarded up. We drove konya escort past seedy drinking joints with gangs of black males on street corners and went even further into the ghetto, I was getting worried. We pulled down a back alley and there was a small neon sign stating ‘Babes with Asstitude’ above a doorway, that was a pretty good play on words I thought, the driver pulled right up to the door so I would only have to do a couple of steps.
“OK bitch we’re ‘ere, knock at the door; an’ no talkin’ with those Niggas outside, they might stab your ass, OK? I’ll get you later,” he said, I got out of the SUV and heard some wolf whistling from some black youths some yards away from the door.
“Hey, white bitch, you one of those faggots, come over an’ suck my nigga dick!” the tallest one yelled, the driver got out of the SUV.
“Easy bro, don’t want no trouble,” the driver said and motioned to me to continue, I knocked at the door.
“Yeah, you like sucking white dicks!” said the youth to the driver.
“Hey, I ain’t no homo bro, but when your poor ass in jail an’ them big niggas tools are makin’ your butthole sing, ‘member this bitch,” the driver yelled pointing at me, “cause you gonna wish he with you to take the ass poundin’ your gonna take!” The door opened and a huge ebony security man, another hunk, appeared.
“You the new bitch?” he asked.
I nodded and turned to the driver and said “Thank you, Sir.”
The driver nodded and said, “No problems bitch, your white asses needed down ‘ere to take somma this anger outta of these boys!”
“Get in, bitch,” said the security hunk to me, and yelled at the youths, “If I come outta ‘ere am gonna whoop you good.”
Inside the club it was very dimly lit but I could see that it wasn’t like the other club, very stark by comparison, no booths just cushioned seating around one side of the room with tables, a bar at the back and a stage with about five lap-dancing poles. Three of the poles had white trannies doing routines on them, they had their little white penises on display, the other side of the room had been curtained off into small cubicles, I could see inside a couple of them; they had a single bench in them which looked like it had some built-up steps at its base and was tilted downwards from it’s back to front and had some strange arrangement of planks with holes in them at the rear of the bench and there was what looked like manacles on the front legs. The security hunk led me past the bar and stage to a small door which said ‘Babes & Bitches’ on it, “In there, bitch,” he pointed at the door. I nodded and went in, it was a small dressing room, with another two trannies in it and also Staci, from the previous Friday, who was dressed in the same style outfit as me.
“Hey darlin’, you doing another shift, guess those boys at the last place got you hooked. I’ve got your tip money from Friday, $25,” Staci greeted me and pulled some money from his basque. “Keep it in a safe place like your stocking, these other bitches can’t be trusted,” he whispered.
“Are you sure?” I said hesitantly not taking the money.
He pushed it into my hand saying, “Course darlin’, you earned that and I think you enjoyed earning it,” he giggled, I nodded and slipped it down one of my black stockings.
The door opened and a black man shouted at the two white trannies, “Hey, there’s three poles empty outta ‘ere, get your white asses on that stage now!”
Both of them sauntered out with one saying, “OK, OK we’re going.”
The black man slapped both their asses hard saying, “Hurry the fuck up, bitches.”
This left me, Staci and the black man in the dressing room, he who must have been some sort of stage manager. “You the new bitch, Joshua spoke about?” he questioned me.
I nodded answering, “Yes Sir, Joshua said I was to do another waitressing shift.”
“Yeah, well Staci will show you the ropes. Take off the coat an’ let me check you out bitch,” the stage manager told me, I put the coat on an empty chair and stood before him just in my lingerie.
“Yeah, you look OK,” he said, looking me up and down, and asked, “You dance on the poles?” I shook my head.
“Yeah, an’ you ain’t got no titties,” he added, asking, “You taken any nigga dick up that ass of yours?” I nodded but turned bright red.
“Well Josh the boss says you do the same as this bitch, Staci, which means if we ain’t got enough of these white tranny hoes to go ’round you two bitches are gonna be on them benches, understood!” he announced and with that left.
“What does he mean?” I asked Staci.
“Well darlin’, this isn’t really a club like Bouncing Bitches, it’s a brothel. They get round the laws by having a stage and getting girls dancing but you saw those cubicles?” he said and I nodded. “They’ve got fuck benches in them, so all the gurls have numbers stamped on their ass cheeks which shows which cubicle they work in, then when the guys go to the bar they order the number of the gurl they want and what they want them to do, mainly blowjobs and ass fucks. The stage manager, Leroy, tells the gurl they are booked and to get to the cubicle, then one of the security guys gets the gurl on the fuck bench, greased-up and manacled in place and ready for the guy. Come and have a look,” Staci explained and opened the door, there was a couple of guys at the bar.
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