A conspiracy?

"I knew it!" you fume, eyes blazing and nostrils flared. "Mr. Llongoko told me that a failing grade on this assignment might take the prom queen title away from me..." You shake your head dismissively. "As if interracial dating is a qualification for a pretty blonde girl to be a role model. It's like a conspiracy!"

"What do you mean?" Rachel asks quietly, watching you vent.

"Well, a black man assigns me this stupid topic, and pairs me up with another negro who wants to film me 'dating' black--probably a gangbang if I don't spread my legs for him!--and then they still plan to film me once I'm put together with some savage from Africa who is just looking for the opportunity to plant his seed in a nice white girl." You shake your head in disgust."This is just never going to be over until there is a fat nigger cock pushing between my legs."

"It was my idea to change partners last time," Rachel admits, causing you to stop your rant. "Jamal told me his plan to make you the target of our Reparations project and wanted my help to try and trick you into participating. I didn't want you to have to go black against your will... and I didn't want you to be paired up with Samir."

Rachel takes a big breath. "You see, Samir is Muslim, and when we were partners earlier, he said I owe him Reparations as a white jew. Before I knew what was happening, he pulled out his dick, it was so big and black. Right here in my room, he made me suck his cock and even swallow his cum when he was done. I had never been treated that way before, so I asked Mr. Llongoko if I could trade partners. When Samir got you, Ellie, I thought he would do the same to you."

"Wow, Rachel..." you mumble, trying to think of what to say, your eyes glancing at the bed and imaging Samir there with you