The Tables are Turned...but for Who?

Before she got home Shawna had her plan all figured out. Lure Nate to her apartment, let Henry knock him out, and get rid of Nate and that white bitch all in one fell swoop. It was a fool-proof plan, Shawna thought. But maybe not.

When she got home there was Henry on the couch, his black muscular body naked to the world, with Amanda sitting in his lap, her long blond hair falling around his shoulders.

“I guess you are ready for some playtime,” Shawna said.

“Oh baby,” Henry responded, “I can’t do it now. I’ve done Amanda three times this afternoon. Baby, I need a rest.”

No time for me, thought Shawna? That white bitch is stealing my man. She stomped off into another room.

“Don’t go away angry, baby,” pleaded Henry.

Yeah, thought Amanda, don’t go away angry, just go away. Taking Henry’s flaccid cock in her hand she began coaxing it back to life. I’ve got one half of this duo under control she said to herself.

Despite her anger, Shawna was determined to carry out her plan. At about seven the next evening she began to get dressed for dinner. On went a sheer white blouse (no bra) that showed her prominent dark brown nipples. A leather mini-skirt was next (no panties) and a pair of “come fuck me” pumps with 5 inch heels. Just about any man would be taken.

She arrived at the restaurant at ten minutes after eight so she could parade through the lobby and up to Nate’s table. Sure enough there he was and Shawna could see the sparkle in his eyes when he looked at her. Dinner went on for about an hour, small talk, with enough flirting from Shawna to setup the rest of the plan.

After dinner, as they stood in the parking lot, Nate made to leave.

“Don’t go yet,” cooed Shawna, “Why not come over to my place for a few drinks?” Nate quickly accepted and followed Shawna to her apartment.

Pouring Nate a drink, Shawna sat beside him on the couch, music playing in the background. The plan was this; Shawna would get Nate in a compromising position, Henry would come from around the corner and hit him, and they would get rid of all the “evidence.” But first Shawna had to get Nate relaxed.

She scooted towards Nate on the couch until their legs were touching. Holding her drink in her hand loosely, she conveniently spilled some on to Nate’s pants.

“Ohhh!” she feigned surprise, “I’ll get a towel.” She went in the other room and came back with a towel and began sponging off Nate’s pants. Her hand brushed against Nate’s groin area as she mopped up the spilled drink, not once but several times. Nate’s cock bulged in his pants.

“What have we here?” Shawna remarked looking obviously at his groin area and his widening bulge. It only took a little lean forward and Shawna had kissed him, and he kissed her back.

Locked in an embrace, things took their natural turn. Within seconds Shawna’s blouse was unbuttoned and Nate’s hands were massaging her breasts. Shawna pulled back as his hands touched her, a reaction from Henry’s rough method that always hurt her at first. But Nate’s touch was gentle, pleasant, and she allowed him to rub her and then kiss and lick her nipples. Uh-ummm, Shawna thought, this isn’t so bad, this white boy knows how to treat a woman.

They were now both half-dressed, Nate’s cock out and Shawna stroking him to hardness. A glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye told Shawna that the plan was underway. Oblivious to anything else, Nate felt things go dark as a large metal vase, wielded by Henry, connected with his head.

“Lets get this over with,” said Shawna to Henry, “I want them…” And that was the last word she spoke, at least for now. Standing next to Henry was Amanda, holding a rolling pin in her hand.

“They are both out cold,” said Amanda, “Let’s get them tied up.” She and Henry proceeded to tie Nate and Shawna to each other.

About two hours later, Nate and Shawna awoke, groggily. They were alone in one of the bedrooms, tied back-to-back.

In another room, Amanda and Henry plotted their next move.

“We’ll suffocate them,” said Amanda, “Then take them out to the landfill. By the end of the day they’ll be covered with a day’s worth of garbage.”

“Okay,” Henry nodded.

Back in the bedroom, Shawna realized she needed to change sides in this drama, and quickly. But would Nate help her? And himself?