Two Weeks

"Umm, okay, Slim. Last night was amazing, but Jerome will be back today," Carrie lied. Slim smirked.

"I saw the text, bitch. We got two weeks. We ain't leaving this house. You want food, get it delivery. I want you sucking dick, right now." Carrie's eyes filled with resignation. She had a night's worth of resolve in her. But not too weeks.

***

Over the next two weeks, she sucked and fucked Slim in every room of Jerome's house. They fucked in the pool. They fucked in the hot tub. They fucked on the floor. He brought a friend over and they double-teamed her. And he was brainwashing her the entire time.

"You love my uncle, bitch?" he asked her while she ate his ass. She nodded.

"He's a great man," she said, guilt coursing through her.

"He's Black. But he ain't authentic, you know what I'm saying?" Carrie shook her head. She wished he'd just let her focus on eating his 18 year-old ass. It was a gorgeous ass, jet black and muscled. "He's an Ivy League man. Benefited from affirmative action when it still existed. You think he works? He profits. He's rich, he'll treat you right. But same fucking thing you'd get out of a white boy." He grunted as her tongue explored his ass.

"Bitch like you needs it authentic. You need to be owned by the streets. You need to be a ho, you need to experience what its like to serve, and not some uppity rich Black man. You need to be a ho, to serve Black men. Just us, just those white holes at our demand. You're a ho, Carrie Hall." She shuddered. She'd been thinking with her pussy ever since she met Slim, and her pussy wanted this. The answer was inevitable.