A real Queen of Spades!

Amy Barnes is a rabbit caught in a cage trap. And the walls of the cage are made out of 384 thousand dollars. She planned to just hear the details of the queen contract, and then immediately leave and have time to think about it, and probably end up never returning to sign it. But now... If she leaves this room without signing whatever the terms may be... She'll owe this man enough money to enable him to buy a few years of her life as a full time sex ****.

"To earn the queen of spades, you must sign this contract... Committing yourself to acting like real 'Queen of Spades' until you graduate." Maurice explains calmly.

"A real queen of spades?! What does that mean? It's just a playing card!" Amy responds quickly, panicked and confused.

"It is a playing card... And also a fetish term." Maurice smirks. "In the kink world, a Queen of Spades is, in short, a woman who is very enthusiastic about carnal relations with black men. It's like... A racial preference, but with the dial turned up to 11."

"Fetishizing black men?! How the hell can that be put into legal words on a contract?!" Amy retorts, exasperated.

"Well, like this." Maurice holds up a thick ream of paper. Holy shit, this contract is LONG.

"The first page here details all the main points. You'll endeavor to always act positively towards black men you're interacting with, and you'll essentially never turn down their advances. You'll act like a total submissive nympho in the bedroom with them, and you'll do your best to dress and act in a way that pleases them. Overall, you'll do your best to give them the impression that you are deeply attracted to them and their cocks in each and every way."

"But that's exactly what I mean... That's all so vague and subjective. How can anyone determine if someone's followed through with such a commitment?!" Amy is equal parts perplexed, frustrated and terrified.

"I haven't finished. Your Sentinel will read the entirety of pages 25-32, which provide an exhaustively detailed description of the perfect Queen of Spades, and how to best provide guidance on your behavior and decisions, and how many Frigidity Points to assign you for noncompliance."

"...Frigidity Points?!" Amy asks in a wobbly voice.

"All acts of noncompliance will earn you Frigidity Points. You will inevitably earn a few, but can keep the number down to a minimum by doing your best effort to be the best Queen of Spades you can be. You cannot graduate while you have any Frigidity points, but can earn their removal by completing Devotion Tasks. A list of Devotion Tasks, and the number of Frigidity Points you can remove by performing each one, can be found on page 36."

Amy snatches the stack of paper from her tutor and flips to page 36, before reading out a few in disbelief.

"Masturbate to rough, degrading interracial porn as chosen by your Sentinel, with a realistic black dildo of at least 8 inches in length and circumference, for 1 hour - 1 Frigidity Point. Redeemable once per day. An hour?! Holy shit that's a long time to be... What am I saying, this is all ridiculous."

"Purposefully seek out multiple black cock encounters, and beat your personal best for black cocks sexually serviced to completion within a 24 hour period - 10 Frigidity Points. That one's cruelly designed, isn't it, because it gets more difficult each time."

"Get a tattoo of a black spade with a white Q inside it, at least 1 square inch large, on your mons pubis, along with a permanent tattoo contract that forbids you from ever getting it removed - 50 Frigidity Points. Holy shit, no way. Just how **** do these get..."

"Give birth to a baby whose father is a black man! 1000 Frigidity Points! No fucking way!"

"Sign a free use contract with Maurice Briggs, guaranteeing him permanent and unrestricted private sexual use of your body, at all times for the rest of your lives. You will be required to establish permanent residence, and spend at least two thirds of your time, in the same local area as Mr Briggs - infinity Frigidity Points. Holy shit you motherfucker. This was your plan all along." Amy feels, and sounds, betrayed and furious.

Maurice raises his hands defensively. "Hey, at least there's always a way for you to graduate."

Amy flips through more of the contract, growling and quoting parts of it she finds particularly offensive. "Always use a condom with a non-black man, and never use a condom with a black man. That seems not only totally ridiculous, but medically unsafe."

"Nothing in life is completely risk-free." Maurice comments idly.

"Never block a black man's digital communications, and never leave them unread for more than 24 hours. REALLY?!"

"Queens of Spades should love unsolicited photos of big black cocks." Maurice points out.

"Ah-HA! For the purposes of this contract, Maurice Briggs, the contract custodian, does not count as a black man, and therefore refusing to act in the manners described here towards him does not count as a breach of contract." Amy reads out loud triumphantly.

Maurice shrugs with another knowing smirk. "Perhaps if it was the King of Spades of the Ace of Spades, they'd have allowed me to leave that line out. But it was decided that at the queen level, it would be unfair for me to be able to exploit you based on the knowledge of how you'd have to behave towards me."

"Too fucking right." Amy snarls, feeling more full of determination than a few moments ago.

Amy is completely trapped, but somehow, this feeling of being trapped is actually a positive one. Before she came here, she was completely uncertain over whether she'd be properly considering and maybe even signing a contract for this card. But now that there's nearly half a million dollars on the line if she refuses, well, she has to sign it. It's already decided. So, it doesn't feel quite as bad as signing it of her own volition.

Does that make any sense, or am I just going insane? She thinks to herself. In any case, this is happening.

It feels half like a dream, but Amy finds herself silently writing her name on every page of the 37 page document, while Maurice watches on with a victorious smile. When she's finished, pulls open a drawer in his desk, and pulls out four things - three clipboards with a piece of paper on them, and the queen of spades playing card. He lays them all on the desk.

"This card is yours then. And please, let me know which of these three contracts you'd prefer."

Amy's head is spinning. Three more contracts to choose between?! What the fuck is he talking about?!

"What the hell are these?" She hisses.

"Oh, options for our Non-Disclosure Agreement." Maurice answers casually.

"Come again?" Amy asks, a lump forming in her throat.

"The contract you just signed forbids me from exploiting you directly. But it doesn't prevent me from telling every black man in a 20 mile radius about what you just signed. And I'm gonna wager that's not something you'd like me to do. So... Here are three options for Non-Disclosure Agreements. If you sign one of these, I won't be allowed to tell anyone about the details of the contract you just signed."

"You BASTARD! You're supposed to be helping me get a law degree, not ruining my life!" Amy screeches.

"Trust me, being shown just how tricksy contract law has become is part of what you need to learn if you're to survive after you leave this place." Maurice replies calmly. "Now, let's have a quick look at what options you've got here..."

"Option 1: Quite simply, you owe me a hundred thousand dollars. Option 2: You become my 'blowjob girl'. Once per day, I can schedule you to come and give me a blowjob. We'll make sure it doesn't clash with your other commitments, but it might be in front of other people. We'll have to use a condom because I don't count as a black man for your Queen of Spades contract, but I'll wager you'll still be able to make me feel good. Oh, and there's a very sexy costume you'll be required to wear while you are performing this daily task. Option 3: What I'm going to call the Evil Amy option. This is just a big fantasy of mine, so I'm going to sacrifice all the potential personal gain I could have here, if you'll agree to it. Quite simply, I want you to maintain a loving relationship with a white man until you graduate... And keep the details of everything about your Queen of Spades lifestyle secret from him. All the flirting and probably getting intimate with black men must be done behind his back, and you must do your utmost to keep it a secret all the way until your last day at this academy. It needs to be someone who lives locally, who you can regularly visit, but not at the academy, so he doesn't know about the strip poker game. And the cherry on top... Is that you'll never fuck him. You'll pretend that you're saving yourself for marriage."

"That is fucking evil." Amy mutters.

"But you won't have to suck my dick every day, and you won't go into crippling debt." Maurice smiles.

He's right, of course, and refusing to choose any NDA and becoming the academy free use bicycle for each and every black man on campus is not an option.

But can I really do that to someone? Cruelly string them along and cheat on them for years?! At least if I have to suck Maurice's dick every day, I'll be able to sleep at night...

Author's Note: Feel free to vote in the comments.