Black: queen's bishop's pawn c7>c5

On her way back to the bar, Emma tried to navigate through a crush of bodies between two tables. She couldn't make herself heard over the music, and the brawny fellows were too engaged in talking, laughing and swaying to the music to pay her much attention anyway. She tentatively put her hand on one man's shoulder, a foot taller and at least six stone heavier than her, in an effort to make her way past him. He glanced down at her, his eyes settling on her cleavage, accentuated by his view and her low-cut top. Then he turned back to his conversation.

Emma felt a hand grasp her butt, squeezing the cheek firmly. This gave her the motivation to get going, so she pushed her way as best she could through the crowd, and escaped the assaultive grip. She thought she saw an opening, and rushed right into Cheap Chester.

'Cheap' Chester Thomas was a regular at the Cosmos, so nicknamed by the staff for never tipping despite being their most obnoxious, demanding patron. Among the female waitstaff, he was also known as "Chester the Molester" for being a creepy pervert. He was apparently well-connected with some local black mobsters, though he always seemed a rather harmless little man to Emma; maybe that was because he was short, just over 5 feet tall, shorter than her especially as she wore high heels for work.

She managed to stop just in front of him. "Hullo, Chester," he greeted him with what she hoped seemed a sincere smile. "Fancy a drink?"

"What the fuck, Emma?!" he hollered to her surprise. "Who the fuck are they?" She followed his accusatory finger past her shoulder, pointing at the group of girls she just served the Africoq shooters, laughing and taking pictures of each other.

"It's a hen party, Chester!" Emma replied cheerily. "What's the matter?"

"Hen party, what the fuck is that?" he roared. "That's my table! It's got the best views of the dancefloor. I gotta find myself some cutie to stick my footlong in."

Emma's smile faltered briefly in disgust. "Ugh, well, they reserved it, Chester. I'm sure you'll be able to... oh!" Some unseen person in the seething crowd knocked into her, and Emma stumbled forward into Chester. He stabilized her by grabbing her by the hips, but not before her chest pitched into his face. She tried to retreat, but the crowd did not relent, and Chester held her fast.

"I don't know what it is about you white girls' reaction to hearing about big black cock, but I ain't complaining," he said, smiling up at her from her cleavage. Emma tried to protest, but he continued: "You're going to introduce me and my boys to those rich white girls over there, you hear? Because if I ain't fucking one of them tonight, I'll be fucking you." She gasped as he stuck one of his hands up her skirt and jammed a couple of fingers past her thong underwear and into her pussy. He nodded knowingly as he moved them in and out of her surprisingly wet love canal, and all Emma could do was bite her lip and nod obediently.