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“I can’t believe I let myself get talked into this.” Cynthia tells her friend.
“Oh, come now.” Aïsha says. “Normally you need to get all dressed up, head to a club, find some guy who thinks you’re hot enough. And if you succeed in all of that ‘maybe’, if you’re lucky enough, you can finally get laid.”
“It’s not about just getting laid.” Cynthia complains. “I just want a steady boyfriend. Someone that doesn’t cheat on me.”
“And how many have cheated on you then?” Aïsha teases her friend.
“You know all of them have.” Cynthia sighs. “Every time I found out I came to you to cry about it.”
“And what do all of them have in common other than being cheating bastards?” Aïsha asks.
“Uhm … they were all bad boys?” Cynthia ponders.
“They were also all black.” Aïsha says. “Now that isn’t a slight against black guys. My dad and brother are black guys and they are amazing. I’m just saying that you would do well getting out of your comfort zone.”
“And that is why you’re pulling me with you to white girl Wednesday?”
“Hey, if you get cheated on again, at least the unfaithful boyfriend won’t be a black guy.” Aïsha jokes.
Cynthia sighs and rolls her eyes, but keeps walking with her friend to the hotel where their university is holding the event.

Once Cynthia and Aïsha arrive at the hotel they quickly learn why the event is nicknamed ‘white girl Wednesday’. The place is full of white girls. Some of them good looking, others nerdy, even a couple geeky girls wearing superhero T-shirts. With her and Aïsha seemingly being the only black girls present, Cynthia feels a bit uncomfortable.
Luckily she does notice a few black guys around. Strangely none of the people are using racist slurs against each other. Boys and girls of different races are talking to each other while waiting for a room.
The guy in front of her even starts hitting on a white girl in a line next to theirs. After a while, the guy jumps over to the girl’s line and both of them together convince the clerk to give them the same room. Then the both of them head off together, probably to go fuck each other’s brains out. It is quite a refreshing sight.

When Cynthia receives a key she heads to the elevator but waits for Aïsha. A bit later both black girls are heading up to the rooms where they are going to get laid.
“Alright, time to make some babies.” Aïsha jokingly says with a big grin.
“Oh my god!” Cynthia groans. “Are you still on that fetish?”
“I can’t help it, the idea of getting impregnated just gets me all hot and bothered.” Aïsha says. “Why don’t you try it yourself?”
Cynthia holds up her hand and says, “I’ll pass, thank you.”
Then the elevator opens and Cynthia steps out.
“My room is on this floor. See you later.” Cynthia says.
Aïsha waves at her friend and says, “Have fun getting laid.”
Just before the elevator doors close Cynthia calls back, “Have a screaming orgasm for me.”

As Cynthia continues on to the room assigned to her, that uncomfortable feeling hits her again. What if the guy they send to her just thinks of her as a sex object. It wouldn’t surprise her if some of the male participants just think of the girls here as dick-warmers.
She steels herself and heads into the room. Nobody is here yet.
Then again, maybe she gets lucky and gets paired up with a great guy.
Cynthia takes place in the sofa standing in the middle of the room and awaits the arrival of her partner.