The men explain their tattoos

"Oh... well you know... your tattoos..." One of the guys starts saying.

"That symbol. The queen of spades." His friend explains.

"Queen of spades? What does that mean?" Emily asks.

"You mean you don't know?" One of the guys asks, stunned.

"No. Isn't it just... the logo for the club?" Emily asks, confusion brewing.

Val remains uncharacteristically quiet throughout this exchange.

"Well yeah, but that's not where it originates." One of the men says.

"A queen of spades is a woman, usually white, who unashamedly loves big... black... cock." The man says.

Emily's mind is immediately a whirlwind of disbelief, denial and a hint of anger. How could this have happened? How could she have permanently marked her skin with a symbol that meant she loved big black cock. Surely they were just messing with her, she thinks to herself. Why in the world would there be a symbol for that. Despite being in denial, a small part of her knows that they're not lying. Everything suddenly seems to be clicking in her head. The name of the club, the 'activities' that went on there, the type of women that attended. God, this night had gotten out of control in so many ways.

"How could you not have told me that!?" Emily shouts at her friend across the table.

"Well... you never asked." Val says, only infuriating her friend even more.

"Why in the world would I ask that?! Oh by the way, before we get this symbol permanently tattooed on our bodies, does it happen to mean... oh, I don't know, that I'm a slut for black men with big cocks?!" She shouts sarcastically.

"Come on Emily, you're like... the smartest person I know. I thought you had worked it out for sure by that point." Val answers innocently.

She has a point. How could Emily have not picked up on the signs throughout the night that the symbol might mean something. Perhaps it was because of the mess her mind was in recently after what her husband did, or maybe all the drinks.

"Ladies, ladies, let's not start a cat fight in here ok. Now Emily, what's done is done, ok. It was ultimately you that made the decision to put that on your body so don't go blaming Val." The man who did her tattoo says.

"But..." She starts.

"No. Just wait." He interrupts.

"Now Val, I want you to apologise to Emily for not telling her what the queen of spades symbol means, ok?" The man continues.

"I'm sorry. I should have told you." Val says, sounding sincere.

"And Emily, I want you to apologise for getting so mad at Val." He continues.

Emily takes a moment to calm herself down. He's right, at the end of the day it was her decision and her mistake.

"I'm sorry Val." She says somewhat sincerely.

"Good, now give each other a kiss and make friends again." He says with a smile.

As strange as a suggestion as it is, it somehow feels normal and with Val taking the lead, the two of them stand to give each other a kiss on the cheek and a hug to make up.

"Go on, give each other a proper kiss." He says with a grin.

Val seems to pick up on his meaning sooner than Emily and before she can react, Emily has Val's plump lips pressed firmly against her own. At first her body goes rigid from the shock of being kissed by her friend, not for the first time this evening. Then, she relaxes as she sinks into that strange but familiar sensation of making out with another woman. At first, Emily is too lost in the feeling of passionately kissing Val, their warm bodies pressed firmly against one another. However, as her mind snaps back to reality she remembers where they are, stood in front of a crowd of men they just met. Her eyes suddenly open as she's startled by the thought of what they're doing. Emily pulls back, separating her lips from Val's, causing a thick strand of saliva to dribble down her chin and onto her chest.

Emily turns to the group of men who are each staring at them with perverted grins, seemingly enjoying the show.

"Well don't stop now, things were just getting good." One of them says with a grin.

"What! We're not going to just stand here and make out whilst you watch!" Emily protests angrily.

"But you said you would come back here and provide us with some entertainment. Now entertain us." He commands.

"Don't worry about them for now, it's just you and me." Val whispers seductively in her friend's ear.

Emily accepts her fate and closes her eyes once more, in her mind trying to pretend there isn't a crowd of black men watching her and Val and instead just explore this strange new sensation. Soon, she feels Val's lips pressed firmly against her own. This time, she willingly accepts them, kissing her friend back without hesitation.

The two of them continue making out in front of their small crowd of onlookers for some time. Emily gets too lost in the moment to keep track of how long it's been. The heat continues intensifying as Val works her tongue into Emily's mouth, playfully exploring as if in some sort of dance with her own. For a moment, Emily forgets where she is, she forgets all the degrading and yet intensely hot experiences she's had this evening. It's just her and her friend, breasts pressed against each other, tongues interlinked and saliva dripping from their mouths.

Then, she's snapped out of it all as she feels Val start to pull her top over her shoulders. Val moves too quick for Emily to stop her from exposing her large breasts which come flopping out thanks to their weight and her lack of a bra. In an instant Emily is reminded of where she is and who she's with. Her eyes open wide and she stares angrily at her friend who has just exposed her.

"What are you doing?!" She exclaims, covering her breasts with her arm.

"I'm entertaining our friends here. Just go with the flow." Val whispers to her friends.

Emily turns to the group of black men who are watching with full smiles as the pair of young white women put on a show for them. Her cheeks blush red as she looks at them all staring at her almost completely exposed breasts. It's at this point that Emily makes the decision on whether she will cling desperately to what little remains of her dignity this evening, or if she will give in to the thing that she's been craving since she saw this table of black men when she first entered the room.