Play the race card!

Katja was considering her response when she overheard stifled laugher nearby and someone say what sounded like 'cracker girl'. She glanced to the side and saw a couple of younger black guys sharing a laugh as they looked her up and down from across the room. At first she wasn't comfortable with their gaze but then struck on an idea.

"Oh, so this is a race thing, then?" the blonde accused loud enough for boys to hear her as she perched her hands on her hips, lips twisted in a disapproving pout. "You can put me down and be all superior because I'm just a young white girl..." Katja's voice trembled as the black men approached her, listening for where she was going with this, "while all this talk of enemies makes me feel powerless and alone." As they drew within an arm's length, Katja folded her arms under her big breasts and bit her lip, self-conscious about the tears in her eyes, as she struggled and failed to meet their predatory gaze.

"It's always a race thing with you, cadet... ain't it true though that you're a racist?" the caretaker inquired gently before elaborating when Katja stammered only a non-answer, unsure as she was how to reply in her role as Missy (or personally, for that matter). "You wouldn't give a guy a blowjob just because he was black? And then you complained that black guys were always trying to take advantage of you and trying to get you naked and put their thick negro cock in your tight white body?"

"Sounds to me like you think you're superior to us, white girl," one of the younger guys observed as he pressed up behind the trembling blonde.