Something interesting in your browser history.

You settle in to your comfortable seat, pulling up your favorite bookmarks on the various porn streaming sites you frequent. After a few minutes of strolling through the usual clips, you are a little frustrated. Nothing's really doing it for you right now. You remember the last time you browsed porn on this computer, and you pull up your history, trying to find the clip you watched last time. As you recall, it was pretty hot.
As you pull up the history, you notice something weird.
In the browser history from early this morning, around 2:30, there's a bunch of porn pages. Specifically, they are links to interracial porn. Now, you have no problem with IR porn, but it's not your go-to. And this was at 2:30 this morning, when you were asleep. Could it have been Zoe? Riley? Allison?
Additionally, there's a Craigslist ad in the history.

SMALL FRAME WHITE GIRLS WANTED FOR AMATEUR BBC FUN

You pull up the ad, which was posted yesterday at 2:00 PM.

Are you a young, petite white girl looking to have a good time with thick black cocks? Want to get paid? We need tight pale spinners to ride big black dicks for an a amateur shoot!
up to $250 per scene! $500 if you do anal $1000 to get ganged.
DDF only.
Inquire at the below number.

You do a little Reverse Lookup on the number, and you find out it's a number tied to Black Velvet Strip Club, not far from the house.
You sit back, your raging boner forgotten for the moment. {if AlliBlackFan = 1
} Your previous encounter with Allison leads you to suspect that she is your late night browser. Could she be considering this? The ad says their looking for applicants through Monday. {else
}Could it really....be Riley? Would she be interested? She's never dated a black guy, or ever expressed an interest as far as you know, but you admit to yourself that it's not really something you talk about much. It doesn't seem like Zoe fits the description. Could it be Allison? The ad says they are screening potential girls through Monday. {endif
}
If it is Allison....is it any of your business? Do you talk to Karen about it? Allison is 18. If she wants to dabble in amateur porn...maybe that's her business? But the Black Velvet... it doesn't exactly have the best reputation. She might not be getting into the safest situation.
The front door pulls your attention, and you close all the tabs and head upstairs.
Jenna and Karen are in the foyer, shopping bags in hand and gabbing. It seems they wanted some new accessories for tonight. They're discussing the houses they saw when you step into the kitchen to greet them. You decide to keep your discovery to yourself, for now.

"How was your day, girls?"
"It was great. We saw three houses. I really want her to go for...." you let the story of their real estate adventures wash over you. Lots of unnecessary details. "...Jack?" you realize you weren't listening, but you think you know the question.
"Oh, he wanted to hit the back nine, and I was tired, so he'll probably be a little..." as you're covering for him, the front door opens, admitting Jack. He looks...sleepy.
"Hey, Jack. How was the back nine?" You hope he takes the cue.
"Oh..it was fine, but I'm beat." He greets his wife, who appears stiff in her affection towards him. "I'm going to shower and take a nap."
"We're going to dinner tonight at a fancy French restaurant, honey." Karen says.
"Sounds great! Somebody wake me when it's time for that..." he climbs the stairs.
You make yourself a sandwich, then head downstairs to browse social media for a while.
The rest of the afternoon and evening passes uneventfully. Riley and Allison are planning to make tacos. Jared hasn't come home yet, but you guess he's working out the details of his upcoming move with his new prospective roommate.
You made reservations at Le Chat Noir this morning, setting them for 6:45 PM, so at 5:30, you shave, get dressed in a nice pair of slacks, and a deep blue shortsleeve button up shirt. Jenna brushes out her hair and puts on makeup, wearing sheer knee high stockings under a tight dress, with a garter thong and no bra as far as you can tell. Your mouth waters as you watch her dress, and she winks at you as she clasps her nylons.

You head downstairs where Jack and Karen are waiting. The smell of tacos lingers in the air, and the girls are eating by the poolside. Karen's wearing almost the exact same outfit as Jenna, though she's clearly wearing a bustier under her dress.
"You guys ready?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely, Jameson!" Karen pronounces with gusto. Jack looks a little sleepy. Probably still whipped from his encounter today.
Jenna comes down, and the four of you head out, taking an Uber so that you don't have to worry about driving home.