The Date

POV: Mei

It was just past noon when Mei began her preparations. Her bedroom looked like a storm had passed through: dresses scattered across the bed, shoes in mismatched rows, lipsticks smeared on tissues by the mirror. She stood in front of her reflection, brushing her hair again and again until the shine calmed her. Today was more than just a date. Tonight she would prove she belonged to Eli.

Her younger sister, Hana, lounged in the doorway, smirking. “Wow, you’re really going all out. Who’s the lucky guy? Must be serious if you’re using Mom’s perfume.”

On the bed, her brother Kenji tapped away on his phone before glancing up with a crooked grin. “She’s acting like it’s prom night. Bet she won’t even say his name.”

Mei shot him a glare, then reached for a black dress that hugged her tightly. “It’s not your business.”

Hana laughed. “Come on, just tell us. You’ve been glowing all week.”

Finally Mei exhaled, cheeks warm. “His name is Eli.”

The word hung in the air. Both siblings blinked. Kenji frowned. “Eli? That’s… that’s a white name, isn’t it?”

Downstairs, voices drifted from the kitchen. Their parents were drinking tea at the counter, but now they had gone silent. Her father, Haruto, called out: “Mei? Did I hear that right? Eli? Isn’t that a white name?”

Mei tilted her chin defiantly. “So what if it is?”

There was a pause. Then Haruto appeared in the doorway, brow furrowed. “Honey, you know what people will think. It’s not a good idea.”

Her mother, Sumi, followed more slowly, teacup in hand. “Now, Haruto…” she said softly, as if to calm him.

Kenji leaned forward, seizing the chance. “Dad’s right. It’s different for you, Mei. You shouldn’t be running around with some white guy.”

Sumi’s gaze snapped to her son. “Oh, really? And yet you’re dating Emily without a problem.”

Kenji flushed, muttering, “That’s different.”

Mei barked a laugh. “Different? Just because you’ve got a rice dick, Kenji, you think you get a pass? You’re such a weak little hypocrite.”

“Mei!” Haruto’s voice cracked like a whip. “Watch your mouth! You are not going to this date.”

The room stilled. Hana’s eyes darted between them, wide with shock. Mei’s heart pounded, but she didn’t look away.

Sumi set her cup down with deliberate care. “Enough,” she said firmly. “Mei will go. I won’t have this house ruled by double standards. Kenji dates who he pleases. Mei has the same right.”

Haruto opened his mouth, then shut it again under her sharp gaze. He slumped back, silent. Everyone in the room knew who held the real authority.

Mei smoothed the fabric of her dress, jaw tight but triumphant. “Then it’s settled.”

The day stretched on, tension simmering under every word exchanged. By evening, the house felt like a pressure cooker. But Mei no longer cared. She had a purpose. She had a name she wouldn’t let go of.

And tonight, Eli would be hers.

Mei’s heart raced as she pulled up outside Eli’s building. She had spent hours preparing—her dress elegant, her makeup flawless, every detail chosen as if she were presenting herself to the world’s most important audience. And in a way, she was. To her, Eli was the world.

He stepped out of the shadows, hoodie faded, jeans frayed at the knees, sneakers worn thin. He looked like he hadn’t tried at all, and somehow that only made him more dangerous, more real. Mei felt the contrast like fire: she had polished herself into perfection, and he arrived raw, unpolished, unashamed.

“Looking presentable, slut,” he muttered, sliding into the passenger seat as if it belonged to him. His eyes swept over her dress, the curve of her neckline. A smirk tugged at his lips. “All this for me?”

“Yes,” she said before she could stop herself. Her voice shook. “I wanted it to be special.”

“Special,” he repeated, almost mocking. “We’ll see. Depends on what you planned.”

The restaurant was lit in soft gold, the kind of place her parents would have chosen for a business dinner. Mei walked in first, head high, Eli at her side. Immediately she felt the stares: the hostess’s glance, the couple by the window whispering, the waiter’s hesitation before guiding them to their table. Everyone saw it—the mismatch. The rich girl and the white nobody.

Eli stretched in his chair, unconcerned. He caught the eyes on them and grinned. “You notice how they can’t stop looking at us?” he said, low so only she could hear. “Makes me hard. They see you with me. They see you belong to someone beneath you. And they can’t stand it.”

Her breath hitched. Heat flushed through her chest. She wanted to deny it, to say she didn’t care what people thought, but her body betrayed her. She was wet just hearing him say it.

“You love it too,” he pressed. “Don’t lie. You love being seen with me, being judged for me. That’s why you dressed like that. You wanted their eyes on us.”

She lowered her gaze, whispering, “Maybe…”

“Not maybe. Admit it.”

“…I love it.” The words slipped out like a confession.

Eli leaned back, satisfied. He ate with easy movements, like he owned the table, like nothing here could touch him. Mei barely tasted her food. Between bites, she tried to ask him about his life, about his work. He snorted. “What life? I had jobs they tossed me out of, schools that never gave me a chance. Society kept me down because of what I am. And you—your kind—helped it happen. You owe me.” The words burned in her, twisting guilt with desire. She whispered about her family, how her father and brother raged against her date tonight. Eli only smirked. “Of course they did. They’re weak. Colored men aren’t even men in your eyes” She blinked, hesitant. “Are they not?” Eli laughed cold. “No. They’re sissies. Lowest of the low.” Something in her chest cracked, and she found herself laughing, a shaky little laugh that surprised even her. Every word he spoke rewrote her insides, stripped away the Mei she thought she was, and left something rawer, hungrier.

After dinner, they walked back to the car. Mei’s pulse thundered. The night air was cool, sharp against her skin. She couldn’t hold it in any longer. “This was amazing,” she whispered, her voice rushing out in a nervous spill. “You’re incredible… I’ve never felt like this before. I want to see you again. You’re so… so much more than I ever dreamed.” Her cheeks burned, but the words poured out, honest and trembling. She turned to him, eyes shining. Hope fluttered in her chest as she reached for his hand. “Can I—” She leaned up, lips parting, ready to kiss him softly, romantically.

Eli laughed, pulling back. “What are you doing?”

Mei’s face fell, her voice small. “Ehm… it was a wonderful evening. I thought… I wanted to—”

His voice cut like a blade. "You really thought this was a date?“ For me this was just killing time. You’re not worth more than that. What… what do you even think I want from you?”

Mei froze, stammering. “I… I don’t know, I just…” Her eyes dropped helplessly to the bulge in his jeans. She flushed scarlet, words breaking apart.

Eli’s grin widened. “See? You can’t even hide it. You want the BWC. You want a real man. And you’ll admit it.”

“I… I do,” she whispered, trembling.

“Then you’ll have to be a slut. Mine. When I call, you’ll be there. You’ll make yourself available, no questions. That’s the only way you’ll get what you want.”

Her breath shook. “What must I do?”

He leaned close, his words final. “Be my whore. My property. My slut.”

The word struck deep, and instead of breaking her, it lit her from the inside. She nodded quickly, a smile trembling on her lips. “Yes. I’ll be your slut.”

“Good,” he said, smirking. “Then prove it.”

She looked up at him, eyes wide, ****. "Please… let me show you." She didn’t care if someone was in the parking lot watching. She dropped to her knees, grabbing the opportunity, and unzipped his pants herself. His erection sprang free, and Mei's mouth watered at the sight. "Good girl," he said, his voice low, a rumble that seemed to vibrate through her.

"Now open that pretty mouth." She obeyed, trembling, her lips closing around him. Her tongue traced him with shaky devotion, the taste sharp and overwhelming. Eli’s hand tangled in her hair, pulling, forcing her deeper until her throat convulsed. Shame spiked in her thoughts—what a slut I am, on my knees sucking his white cock in a parking lot—but God, it felt so good she couldn’t stop. Each thrust stripped her down further, each sound from his throat confirming what he told her: “This is what you’re made for. You love it already.”

Her whole body agreed—heat flooding her core, every nerve alive with shame and hunger. She moaned, vibrations drawing a groan from Eli. His grip tightened, his hips bucked with rough certainty, and Mei’s hands slipped beneath her dress, touching herself as if she couldn’t stop. The world dissolved until there was only his voice, his body, his command.

He pulled her up suddenly, lips swollen, and spun her against the cold brick wall. She braced herself, breath breaking. He yanked her dress up, not bothering with gentleness, and took her from behind with a single hard thrust. Mei yelped in shock, the sudden pain and pleasure blurring together. “W-was I not good?” she stammered, utterly surprised because she had been so focused on pleasing him. Eli’s laugh was low and cruel. “I make the rules here. And you—you want it. You want me deep inside you. That’s what you dream of.” She gasped, nodding desperately. “Yes… please, Eli… please, Master, take me… make me your slut.” His smile curved darkly, pleased with her surrender. “Gladly.” And with another thrust, he drove himself into her, claiming her fully.

He yanked her hair, slamming her harder against the wall as he thrust into her. His hands were rough, fumbling at her body with no care, only hunger. Mei’s thoughts spun—God, it’s so good, the way he fills me, the way he owns me. She cried out, shameless, stammering moans spilling from her like a dirty whore, and the worse it sounded, the better it felt. Her body betrayed her, clenching tight, the coil of release winding until it snapped. She came hard, gasping, but Eli didn’t stop—no mercy, just more. “Slut, already came once?” he sneered.

“Yes… I can’t help it… it’s so good… God… please don’t stop…”

“Pfff, sluts,” he spat, his focus only on his own rhythm. Yet his grin widened. “The more you come, the more submissive you get. Every orgasm makes you crave me more, makes you ready to do anything for me.”

Her head swam. Even as his words sank in, a bright, selfish thought uncoiled in her chest: God, yes. I’ll do anything. I’ll be whatever he wants if it means I can always feel this. The shame and the hunger braided together until she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. She wanted to beg him to never stop, to trap this feeling forever — to be taught, broken, remade, as long as he stayed. Please, she thought, let me always feel like this. The thought felt like prayer and confession all at once.” In her head the thought pounded—God yes, please, I’ll do anything… just let me always feel like this. Make me yours again and again.

When he finally came, it was deep inside her, hot and overwhelming. He held her against the wall as she trembled, his breath harsh in her ear. “You loved that,” he growled. “Being used. Being treated like this. Nothing makes you happier than this.”

And he was right—nothing had ever made her feel so complete. Looking up at him with dazed eyes, she thought only of what a grand, powerful man he was, and how lucky she was to be his. In her heart, she vowed she would always be his slut… and maybe, if she proved herself worthy, one day he might even let her be his girlfriend.

Author’s Note

For some of these scenes I actually have GIFs prepared as well, but I can’t seem to get them uploaded here. Does anyone know how to do that properly? If there’s a way to share GIFs alongside the regular images, I’d really appreciate any tips.