Scott Mason, 43, closeted racist husband and father

Scott's email inbox was a flurry of notifications and updates. He couldn't believe it; the legislation had passed. So quickly!

He'd been a card-carrying member of the Brave White Christians organization since its origins as a small, unfunded network of like-minded individuals. It had started almost as a joke. The name of their group had been originally chosen just for the opportunity to put "BWC" on everything. It was a club for those like him who were tired of all the non-whites creeping into their country, who felt powerless as everything important to them was taken and tainted.

Over the years, the group took on a darker edge and a lot of their humor became sexually-charged. They wanted to take that power back, and what better way for BWC to assert itself than to shove its big white cock into everything it hated? For Scott it had never been anything more than idle fantasy. After all, nothing they'd joked about could ever actually have happened.

And then it did.

A few of his more activist associates had taken preemptive steps ahead of the news, and he already had pictures and videos of hard evidence that it was, in fact, very real. As if the half-naked Chinese newswoman chained to her desk wasn't enough proof.

Scott was conflicted. He'd fantasized for ages about exactly this sort of thing. His secret collection of pornography was almost exclusively interracial with a definitely derogatory theme. It had been such a distraction to him that it had actually become difficult to perform properly with his wife because she was white.

Michelle was attractive enough, but the secret dark edge he had come to crave was missing from their sex life.

--- A/N: Michelle will be played by Amber Chase ---

She was already his dutiful and loving wife and the mother of his two children. She was perhaps a bit distant and unenthusiastic over the last few years but there just wasn't much for him to assert, there. Nothing to take that he didn't already own. Putting a third baby in her would, of course, be his right, but the prospect wasn't exciting anymore.

A new email notification chimed. Another of his old crew had laid claim to someone he'd had his eye on for a while. Scott's cock twitched at the image of a fat white dick stretching some dark-skinned girl's holes. Imagining himself in his friend's place, he felt a surge of excitement he hadn't felt in a long time.

Rising from his desk, Scott snatched the keys to his Ford crossover from the hook by the door. He didn't even know where he was going yet, but he knew he had to go out and stake some claim before all the good ones were taken. He had a couple options in mind.

There was the daughter of the Indian couple who ran the corner gas station. Scott didn't know her name but he was pretty sure she was in her second year of community college.

A couple of the teachers at his kids' high school were attractive enough to cross his mind as well, and both—he thought—in their early or mid thirties. He didn't know their names, only that one was very black and one was some kind of brown he thought was middle-eastern.

And of course there was the recently-hired intern at his office, a tight-bodied little Asian snack that had single-handedly thrown off his search history from being almost exclusively black and brown women to include a lot more Asians.

Hopping in his car and punching it in gear, he made up his mind.