Mr. Milton smirks. "A bit of jungle fever, eh?"
You shrug. You don't necessarily have a predilection for black women, but you don't not either. Besides, Lequesha has transfixed you since you started working here. She's crazy good looking, model-like almost. And you see her giving you little side glances here and there. Is that just her way? Or does that mean something.
So Mr. Milton calls for Lequesha.
She arrives, her dark hair pulled back into a bun, thick rimmed glasses on the tip of her nose, her body squeezed into a blouse and pencil skirt. Her dark skin shimmering magnificently.
"Lequesha, we're doing a little survey and we need you to answer a few questions. Understand." Mr. Milton says charismatically, and clearly a lie. He has no paper, no clipboard. He's doing no survey.
"Sure, Mr. Milton." Lequesha responds calmly.
"How long have you worked here?" Mr. Milton asks.
"Seven years." Lequesha answers.
"How many times have you come through when I've really needed you, in that time?" Mr. Milton asks.
"Every time." Lequesha answers proudly.
"And how much money have you made?"
Lequesha laughs under her breath. "A lot of money."
"Too personal?" Mr. Milton is smug and smooth at the same time. "Then try this one. How many men have you fucked since you started working here?"
Lequesha gives you a little glance through the corner of her eyes. "I've been married all seven years I've worked here."
Mr. Milton scoffs. "I know that. But that's not the answer to the question I asked. And you know that. So I'll ask it again, knowing that you've come through for me every time I've needed. How many cocks have you had inside you in past seven years of employment... and marriage?" He smiles a wicked grin.
Lequesha nods. And she responds.
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