That was when I saw two co-eds.

One was light skinned, barely a hint of tan on her. The other was her polar opposite; dark, black, curly hair, with a healthy weight on her curves. I decided to give one of them an insatiable harassment condition.

Slap.

"Ow." Glaring, the black girl looked behind her. "Chandra, did you..? Cut it out!"

Slap. "Sorry, Mel! But you know about my Black Ass Spanking condition!" Smack. The skinny white girl's hand continued raining down her big-bootied friend's jeans-coated arse.

"Yeah, and I'm about to have a White Ass Kicking condition," Melanie shot back. Nevertheless, when she turned back to another severe smack on her big apple bottom from her good friend, she had to wonder: why did she bring Chandra along with her? She knew about her twitchy hand whenever it came to a black ass. Hell, just remembering the way things went when she had been at her brother's wedding party still gave her (and her extended family's) ass phantom soreness.

This was weird. She shook her head, hoping to shake off the rest of the doubts with it.

Smack!

Whatever. They were here. Just find their stuff and get out. All they needed to do.

SMACK!

Melanie winced.

Still. She might as well have sat on a beehive on the drive here. Would've at least numbed it.