One week later

*Hello, you've reached Felicia Monroe. I'm not available right now, but please leave a message after the tone and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.*

Frank Smallwood hung his phone up in frustration. His girlfriend, Felicia, had gone AWOL on him ever since he'd been unable to pick her up from work a week previously. He'd tried to explain that he'd been held up at work, but got nothing from her. *Look, it was a simple mistake. Surely she can't be mad at me over that?*

Well, whatever the situation was, Frank was determined to get to the bottom of it as he drove his way to the club she bartendered at. He'd recently heard the club had gotten new owners and had seen an uptick in business. It had become a favorite hangout spot for African-Americans, though he hadn't heard why.

Frank pulled up to the club and immediately noticed the new name - "Ace of Spades". *Wonder if they got that name from the Motörhead song....*

Strolling into the front entrance, Frank couldn't help but notice how busy the club was. After a moment, he finally managed to spot Felicia working the bar.

"Hey, Felicia! Glad I finally found you! Can I get a minute?" Strolling up to the bar, he was overcome with shock when he finally managed to get a good look at her.

She was dressed much differently than he'd ever seen her before. She was wearing a plain white tube top that was stretched tight across her chest and was showing off a fair amount of cleavage. But it wasnt the top itself that shocked Frank. It was what was on it. In the center of the shirt was a black spade logo with the letter Q in white in the middle. She was also wearing a gold chain necklace that said "CUM SLUT".

"Oh, it's *you*." Felicia replied in an annoyed sounding voice. "What do you want, Frank? Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Yeah, I....I can see that...." Frank felt embarrassed; he knew what that symbol meant. "Uh...care to explain those....?" He indicated the shirt and the necklace.

Felicia laughed. "Oh, these. I guess I should be thanking you, Frank, because you being unable to pick me up last week ended up being the best thing that ever happened to me. I realized that your wimpy little dick just isn't good enough for me. I've been much happier since I joined the Big 3 gang, because now I've got access to as many monster black cocks as I can handle. To put it simply - you and I are done. Now, if you're done bugging me, please leave."

Frank felt humiliated. Glancing around the club, he immediately turned around and stormed out.