A petite black woman

After coughing to stifle your laughter, you reply, "The petite black woman on page 34."

"Certainly," the woman responds as perfunctory as a disenchanted server at a restaurant. "Her name is Crystal, by the way. Anything else? Clothing, perhaps, or not?"

"Oh I don't know," you mutter with incredulous delight. Idly flipping through the catalogue, a large section of clothing and costumes unfold, and something does catch your eye. "Something from the evening wear selection I guess. Uh, dress 98?"

"Excellent choice," the woman says. "The red satin dress with the slit to the upper thigh, correct?"

"That's the one!" A page marked "Fetishes" flips by, and you turn back to it, seeing a long list of sexual fantasies and preferences in a level of detail that rivaled a psychology text. "Can you have anything on the fetishes list with your... well, selection?"

"Some can take longer depending on the preferred accessories, but everything can be made ready to order."

I can't believe she's treating this like a menu! you think with a wide grin. No way this is real.

"In that case, how about that afterparty special? We met at some function downstairs and--"

"-- she comes up for cream in her coffee later, yes," the woman dispassionately finishes your thought. Your eyes pop out at the phone. "Okay, that's all?"

"I'd say so!"

"Alright, allow about 15 minutes for your order to arrive. Thank you."

"Thank you," you say as you hang up the phone. Then the giggling fit starts. "No way!" you shout, heading for the bathroom. You laugh as you wash your face in the sink, you laugh as you brush your teeth, and you laugh as you begin to change for bed, but as you unbutton your shirt, a knock echoes from your door.

"Hello?" you answer.

"Room service," a sultry voice replies.

You blink, Wait... no, it can't be. Cautiously reaching for the door, your jaw drops as you reveal your new visitor.

Crystal has braced herself against the door frame, turning to face you with dark, burning eyes. Her relaxed hair shines that deep blue that only truly black hair can create, flowing down over her shoulders like a frozen waterfall at midnight. The deep red of her dress pairs wonderfully with her warm brown skin, especially with her propped leg poking out of your ordered slit. Her thigh seems to reach forever into it, and deep into your wild imagination. Your pants suddenly feel tighter than usual.

"Shall we finish what we started downstairs?" she hums. "I'm ready for more... intimate company."