White: queen's knight Nb1>c3

Inside the Cosmos the music was loud and the crowd was building. The girls made their way past the dancefloor and up some stairs and into the VIP Lounge area. It was only when they arrived at their small table that Ashley noticed a couple of extra women had accompanied them in. They were pretty twenty-somethings, one blonde and one brunette. Fellow bridesmaid Becky Johnson filled her in; they were Europeans who had been trying to get into the club, and Brooke had decided to bring them along. "So they're partying with us!"

Ashley was introduced to the blonde, a stewardess named Antje who worked for Air Iyan and was staying only a couple of days before receiving her final transfer to the coveted Rotterdam--Dubai route. As Antje struggled to make herself understood over the thumping beat and thick accent, Ashley glanced around at all the good looking guys around and wished for a drink.

"So many black men!" Antje observed, as Ashley nodded absently. "Is it true about the black cock?" Antje had Ashley's attention again as her head whipped around. "Zee black cock, I hear it is so much... big. I think we must see this!"

Ashley stared at her in shock. "Huh?" Before laughing nervously. "Yeah, maybe."

"We party, we get some black cock!" Antje smiled. "For you, for me, for zee bride!" she waved her arm in Brooke's direction. Ashley tried to imagine her country-club, silver-spoon friend getting with some of these ghetto fellas, and had to admit the idea was pretty hot... Then she saw Brooke chatting with a few possibilities at the next table over.