Shanique tries to make sense of her life

Shanique had been an anti-white racist all her life; it was just a given for as long as she could remember that the sky is up and the white man is the devil. He is a little dicked cowardly devil that keeps the Black power down through their bullshit systems because they know if they tried to compete honestly with the great Black race, it would destroy them in every way.

This had been shattered as one of the most proud Black women at the studio was broken in one session—not that she had known that. But she was shown what had gone down when she had been choked out by a huge pale pillar that her fellow Blacks said didn't exist. Which was a lie, as she had felt it as it give her stretch marks on her throat, which she hadn't even known you could get.

So while she remained on the floor trying desperately to get air into her clogged-up lungs, which were half plugged up with Bobby's sticky, thick semen. Once she finally got that air back in her lungs, she found herself lying on the floor while Bobby and Choco went to town on each other. Shanique tries to get up to do something, but she wasn't sure what, but she couldn't find the strength as she was still weak from the earlier suffocation.

Shanique was made aware while she was trying to get strength back into her limbs very quickly that Choco was Bobby's personal bitch. Now this should have disgusted her; in fact, before she was **** to come into this room because of Choco making it clear yesterday what would happen if she didn't, Shanique would have been horrified and shouting at Choco to stop defiling herself with some white cuck's pencil dick.

But she had felt Bobby's pale marble pillar, so she couldn't say that no matter how much she had been taught to over her entire life. In fact, as she watched Choco bounce herself up and down on Bobby's throbbing cock while Bobby played with her body like it was playdough, she found herself getting jealous. Shanique began to wish it was herself on his lap getting played, and instead of using what little strength she had to try and get up, she used it to move her hands downward to play with herself.

She watched the two intensely as they went at it and played with herself all the while. She gave a gasp of excitement that went unheard by the two when she saw Bobby hold up Choco, displaying that she was his and nobody else's to anybody that could have walked by. Sadly, nobody did, which didn't surprise her considering most of the people at the studio were lazy and probably somewhere getting high.

"Lazy fuckin Negroes," Shanique whispered with venom as she came at the same time as Choco and Bobby did. She lay there shocked at the venom she had spewed at her own coworkers, aiming specifically for their race in her insult. So shocked was she that she didn't react to Choco forcibly pulling her up and pushing her towards the bathroom.

Choco quickly cleaned her face up and readjusted her clothes before sitting back at her desk. "You snitch bitch, and you're dead." Choco whispered with venom in her ear before walking away to do whatever she was planning to do. Shanique didn't respond; she just watched, thinking on what had happened and her venom spewing in her orgasmic release.

Shanique spent the rest of the day watching the day unfold for the studio, and for the first time saw it as it was, and it was not what she had been told it was, and it was quite disgusting. She watched as rappers, both male and female, went to their recording sessions half an hour late, high as a kite, to make songs nobody would buy, and it wasn't like they didn't know that.

The whole reason Bobby was even here was because he had gotten the studio after they had driven the previous owners into bankruptcy with their anti-white songs that weren't selling. While they were selling to Black, but Black didn't have two pennies to scrub together unless it was for Nike shoes, so that left whites, and they weren't buying albums that were insulting them every third word.

They knew this, but did anyone change it up, maybe make one song that could keep out the anti-white stuff to keep the studio afloat and their paychecks steady? No, they couldn't. Earlier, she couldn't see that too. It's the anti-white crap that was she was now seeing that had been holding her and the rest of them back. Though now that she had been shown the pale pillar that the blacks said didn't exist she could see through the lies. The truth was it's the Blacks habit of slamming themselves into a wall and then blaming Whites for when they bleed that was truly what was wrong with black community.

Shanique was finding herself filled with rage at the dumb moneys she found herself surrounded by but found herself mad the most at herself. Her boss Bobby had just come in trying to do his job, and she made his life hell. Any of her fellow Black brothers and sisters would have thrown her out on her ass. Not him though he put up with her bullshit, which honestly stung a bit considering she had prided herself on calling out bullshit, only it turns out she was full of it.

Well, now was the time to do better by her boss, which she could do by actually doing her job. As she was his secretary, so from now on she was going to act like it, so if any monkeys wanted to bother the boss, they needed an appointment. A rapper soon showed up to test this conviction of Shanique.

"Hey Shanique, I'm heading in to give old white boy some shit." A rapper who worked at the studio called Tupa said walking right by Shanique. Shanique swiftly got up from her desk and nailed him with a swift kick in the balls, sending Tupa to the floor in agony. "Bitch, what the fuck are you doing?!" Tupa said in whispered agony as he gripped his balls, trying to somehow relieve the pain and protect them at the same time.

"Listen up, bitch, you need an appointment, got it?" Shanique said to Tupa, pressing her heels on his neck. Tupa nodded as best he could. "Now get the fuck out, monkey, unless you're scheduling an appointment." Shanique said with venom, slowly taking her heel off Tupa's neck and watching as he crawled away.

"Yeah, what a superior." Shanique said with a bitter laugh, wondering to herself how she had ever bought such grade A bullshit. Then sitting back down at her desk, thinking about how best to get good with her boss for all the bullshit she had put him through, as just doing her job was the bare minimum and didn't really make up for what she had put the man through.