A Showdown

“Let’s prove who’s truly the slut the same way they do on TV.” Carmen suggested. The two of us looked at each other and then at Carmen.

I spoke up first “are you seriously suggesting an SFL match?” I asked bewildered knowing exactly what this would mean.

“Of course it’s the perfect way to settle this! You two duke it out to prove who’s the slut. I’ll livestream it to everybody and we’ll finally end this debacle.” Carmen said confidently with the vultures in the crowd chanting their support for this turn of events.

“Like this little pipsqueak could ever out wrestle me. You’ll be begging me to pound that black pussy of yours, you know that right!” Laughed Lexi as she predictably returned to mocking me avoiding the challenge.

I turned to her with fire in my eyes, “Oh yeah prove it. I accept the challenge! I can’t wait to beat you at your own game. The future belongs to black women and you can’t change that!” I responded with vigor and confidence. I was almost aching at the chance to humiliate Lexi at her own game.

Lexi was for the first time ever speechless probably not expecting a challenge such as this. “Oh I knew you grew up around chickens, but I didn’t know you acted like them too.” I laughed at her hesitation it was my first time seeing her like this.

“Oh you’re on bitch I’m gonna teach you your place bitch!” Lexi finally retorted turning red in the face.

“Its settled then!” Carmen exclaimed happy she had secured such a promising event.