Reparation

Carol came to the rescue back at the hotel, producing Debbi’s secret Santa gift from her bag, a mesh bodysuit with an open crotch. “I thought I got rid of that bloody thing!” Debbi said, less than happy to see that dreaded suit once more. “You looked so good in it, I held on to it just in case, and good thing I did!” Carol answered happily.

Debbi stripped off to the buff and began putting on her Christmas gift. “Is this really necessary?” She asked, as she pulled the garment on and got a look at herself in the mirror, all her bits on display. “Absolutely,” said Diane “We can’t have word getting around that you’re some kind of bigot. That could really hurt our sales, and you wouldn't want that now, would you?”. “I suppose not.” Debbi digressed.

Back at the French Quarter, Debbi twitched nervously beneath her robe. She stood in line with Diane behind several other women waiting to board parade floats. Once onboard there would be no stopping, they would be expected to dance up top until the parade reached its conclusion, only then getting off.

“I don’t think I can do this.” Debbi protested. “Because you’re racist?” Diane said dryly. “NO!!” Debbi shot back. “Well come on then!” Diane tugged Debbi along. Debbi froze as they reached the stairs, but Diane jumped into action, unfastening and removing Debbi’s robe. “Come on Debbi! It’s a little shameful that you’re having such trouble with this.” The little barbs insinuation snapped Debbi into action and she quickly ascended the stairs. The attendant shook his head before turning it to watch Debbi’s bare bum climb the stairs, a Mardi Gras veteran he had seen it all before.

The dimly lit street gave Debbi a false sense of security as she tried to dance around as if she wasn’t mostly naked. The float’s own bright lights illuminated Debbi for the world to see, the white woman with the bare ass and tities becoming an instant hit. Diane gave her a nudge in the back, whispering “You’re keeping those legs awful tightly together. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you still thought you were too good to let these folks see that pussy of yours!”. The dig hit its mark and Debbi widened her stance, exposing her feminine treasures to the downtown crowd!

Camera flashes went crazy and countless beads flew towards Debbi’s float. Even for Mardi Gras, bare pussy was a special treat, and a top notch one at that! D’Mario rubbed his eyes, how many drinks had he had? His eyes must be lying, because the impossible was before him. He quickly gathered the attention of all his crew, “That’s her!” he said “That’s the fine ass bitch I was telling you about!”. “No way dawg, you said she was some high-class white bitch, in her stuffy little suit. There’s no way that’s the same chick!”. “Fool I’m telling you! Let’s move in for a closer look.”

D’Mario and his homie mad their way through the crowd till he was looking up at the promised land. Staring up at the tight ass pussy of the unattainable beauty he’d spent the week lusting after. “Hey Debbi!” Debbi turned surprised to hear her own name from the crowd, their stood D’Mario. “I knew you had some nice moves!” he said tossing her some beads.

Debbi was unsure how she’s ever live this down, but one thing was for certain, no one could ever call her racist ever again!