The truth

Bobby had come into his office expecting to beaten by Choco's friends then nabbed by the police; that was his first expectation. Then, when his usually bitchy secretary acted all nice, he expected some kind of ambush that could have ended with him shot or shived. What he had not been expecting was for Choco to be dressed up like a Black Southern rebel porn star.

"So you were going to explain to me what the hell is going on?" Bobby asked Choco, who had been spending a good minute rubbing her ass on his crotch, her breast on his chest, and slathering his neck with her kisses. Honestly, he was probably going to have more lipstick marks than neck when he looked in the mirror. Bobby gave her a raised eyebrow glare, making it clear with the look in his eye that he wanted to know what she was up to, and he wanted to know now.

Choco, seeing the look, finally removed her lips from her neck, though she didn't stop grinding herself against him. "Well, Masta, it's rather simple: you've shown me the light." Choco said in a happy voice, though her choice of words caused Bobby to raise two eyebrows as a way of him saying nonverbally what the hell she was on about.

Choco, seeing Bobby's clear confusion, began to give a more in-depth explanation. "As you have no doubt noticed, Masta, my fellow Negroes around here are rather racist." Choco said you, which gave Bobby a look of No shit, Sherlock. "Well, that's because the Black community is raised to blame the white men for everything." Choco said with a sad voice.

"We blame the white men for every one of our fuck-ups and then we disrespect him every chance we get. The problem is we've been doing it so long we've actually bought our own bullshit." Choco said in an angry voice, to which Bobby nodded; he supposed it wasn't too unlikely that if you sported racist propaganda long enough, you started to buy it.

"Problem is, no matter how much we blame the white man, it ain't his fault; in fact, the white man pays for most of our shit. So when the white man gets tired of our shit and stops buying for it while everything falls apart for us. Of course we don't admit it was our fuck-up as usual." Choco said in an angry tone her community's refusal to take responsibility, clearly getting to her, though Bobby was enjoying it as it caused her to grind a bit more firmly on his cock.

"Okay, so I get you now. You see the problems in your community; that doesn't explain why you're currently on my lap grinding against me dressed like a southern rebel playgirl." Bobby stated trying to figure out how figuring out the racial problems in her community brought them to this current moment.

"It's simple. Masta, when you fucked me real good, you showed me the truth that one of the greatest, raciest truths within the Black community is that the lie that white men are all little white dick cucks isn't true. In fact, the giant white python I'm grinding my ass against would easily turn a few brothers gay; that's how great a cock it is." Choco said, her voice filled with obvious lust.

"Um, thanks." Bobby said he was not really sure how to feel about being praised for bending Choco over a table in a moment of lustful rage by Choco herself. Nor the fact he had apparently broken one of the great, raciest truths of the community with his cock's mere existence. It was a weird thing to find out that apparently one weird beta fantasy was a great racist truth within the Black community.

"That's how you showed me the truth, Masta. I've been bothering you for money because my family fucked up and was racist to the white man who paid for all our shit. Slut instead of making good with the white man we blamed for not wanting to pay for our raciest shit, we got even more raciest." Choco said in a sad tone as she recalled her earlier tone. Though Bobby found himself getting a bit angry as Choco had just admitted all those times she had stormed in and given him shit were because of financial troubles her and her family had caused themselves, he had to put him through the ringer for it.

"But then you fucked the truth right into me, showed me how good white cock really was, and then I went home and had to listen to a bunch of racist Negroes whine about having no money when it could be fixed with a single album where they weren't being racist Negroes." That's why I'm here, Masta. I need to be owned to be continued being shown the truth by a white owner." Choco said with clear rapture as if she was preaching a divine revelation.

Bobby took a moment to figure out what exactly Choco was after besides the obvious. As it was clear she was after some kind of raciest sub and Dom relationship with him. Though he was pondering why trying to be sure he knew exactly how they got here just because it didn't bite him in the ass later.

So he thought on it for a bit as Choco had taken a break from speaking to lavish his neck with more lipstick marks. The best Bobby could come up with for Choco's strange desire for him to dominate and own her was her family. He figured that old, racist rapper Doggie, her father, and her brothers weren't adapting well to having their rapper money supply gone, and so they had been having financial problems.

This has been causing a rather stressful living situation, he guessed, hence why Choco had kept bothering him for a big check. So with all the men in her family completely failing in keeping their finances good and then him showing her that they were very wrong about white cock. Well, she apparently decided to jump ship into his shop, to be specific.

Which he supposed would be a good thing, as he would now finally have one rapper on the payroll he could get to cut out the raunchiest shit and just do the usual bitches and blow. So he would have a girlfriend, sex friend, or sex ****? He would have some kind of sexual relationship with Choco and have one worker that didn't treat him like shit. Things were actually looking up for him at his Qoh studio.

After he had just had a thought, Choco decided it was time to drop a bombshell on him. "I want to be an inside Negro baby, and I'll do a good job, Masta. I've already been training your secretary to be a good bitch for you." Choco said with a hopeful look on her face as she grinded her ass extra hard until his cock, hoping to tip his choice into yes.

Bobby sat there for a moment thinking rather rapidly on what Choco was actually proposing. She was basically wanting to be something of a member of a non-existent inner circle that he didn't have, and she would apparently get her coworkers at his studio in line for him using methods that he had to think probably weren't legal.