White: queen's bishop's pawn c2>c4

Emma rushed home to her apartment and closed the door behind her. She went to tell her roommate Caitlin about her experience, but she was in the shower. Instead, Emma booted up their computer and emailed the Caribbean Adventure agency.

"Hi, I got jumped by a black guy on the way home and lost my ticket. How do I get another? Emma"

Emma sighed and sat back in the chair, absent-mindedly fingering one of the buttons on her blouse. Suddenly she got a new instant message from an address she didn't recognize. She opened and read the message: "Hey blondie, i like yur titties"

Her eyes widened in surprise. Carlo must have found her itinerary on the street, complete with her email address and other personal information. Then she noticed a new message from the travel agency; the reply simply said "No Refunds". Emma and her friends couldn't afford to replace those tickets; she'd have to get them back from Carlo.

Emma tried to calm down, and started typing: "Hey, want to see them again?"

"Yea, show me" came the reply and an embedded link. Emma clicked on the link and the webcamera feature booted up. She wasn't great with technology and didn't know how it worked.

"I need those tickets back, let's meet" she typed.

"Strip blondie!" came the reply, then: "for the camera"

Emma started taking off her blouse, then bra, once again releasing her breasts for display. She waved them into the camera, adding a smile and wave. "Please meet me?" she typed.

"Waitin' for the shower, Emm?" Caitlin Murphy inquired, walking into the room. Her Irish roommate was stark naked, and toweling her long red hair dry. Caitlin was an avid dancer, and her body was lean and athletic, with a pair of perky breasts.

"Oh, uh, yeah!" Emma said to justify her toplessness, and hid the webcam application on the screen. And so as Caitlyn walked by her roommate, she was unaware that her nudity was being transmitted via webcam.

The instant messager chimed: "Who dat?"

"Caitlyn," Emma simply typed, as her roommate was extensively documented in the tickets.

"Did you get the tickets, Emm?" Caitlyn asked as she put down the towel and started brushing out her hair.

"Yes," Emma started slowly, "But I don't have them right now. My friend Carlo has them."

Caitlyn looked at the Englishwoman quizzically. "What friend Carlo?"

"Oh, he's a great guy, I'm just arranging to pick them up now." Emma replied, then looked pleadingly into the webcam.

"Carlo?" Caitlyn repeated. "Funny name for an Englishman, that."

"He's black," Emma explained.

"You don't have any black friends!" Caitlyn laughed, coming over to look over her roommate's shoulder at the screen. Emma was certain the audience would appreciate the view of Caitlyn's full frontal nudity. "You say they should go back where they came from! Your dad calls them nig..."

"I'm going for that shower!" Emma announced, bolting up and leaving the room. Caitlyn watched her go, then closed the door behind her.

"Of all the people, I never thought Emma Anderson would go black..." Caitlyn muttered to herself. "How's a girl supposed to stay good, when she starts thinking about big black cocks?" She sat down at the computer, and after a minute of searching, found a pretty and petite redhead enthusiastically serving a couple of thick footlong black dicks. Caitlyn put her feet up on either side of the keyboard and started vigorously masturbating, her breasts jiggling as she rubbed her clitoris. "Oh yeah, suck that big black dick!" she whispered. "You're a good little white girl, but you love black cock. Worship them! Ugh!"