A deliberately stereotypically urban store, being run by a preppy young white woman.

Ivory followed them into the store and greeted the woman behind the counter with a happy squeal, more impressive bouncing (as in additional, not as in more greatly impressive, as that would have been difficult to imagine and probably would have required computer enhancement). “Gretchen,” she squealed happily, “I want you to meet my friends, Ebony and Ken!”

Gretchen nodded with the bored expression of someone trying very hard to be cool.

“Oh my god, an actual urban hipster, running an ‘urban’ sex store,” Ebony whispered, voice halfway between amused and offended.

“No need for delicacy,” Ken said, noting the magazine ‘Busty Black Bitches,’ whose cover was an image of a woman so stacked that the plastic surgeon must have started with someone about Ebony’s cup size and been told to double it. “Her schtick is clearly blaxploitation, of,” his eyes swept over the cover of a woman with a black woman with a truly outstanding ass getting it fucked by an equally impressive black cock under the label ‘Ghetto Hoochies 3: This Time It’s ANAL!’ “various types.”

“That’s a nice way to put it,” Ebony whispered back as she took in an array of ridiculously sized black dildos behind the preppy at the counter and the even more ridiculous array of blow-up dolls in the corner, demonstrating a distinct misunderstanding of human anatomy.

“Take a look around, pretend you’re interested, I’m gonna need a bit of time to get Ivory ready. When you come in, be pissed, at HER, and take control, immediately, be in charge and she’ll obey you.”

Ebony nodded, kissed him, groped his ass and walked away with a “Oooo, looks interesting,” that was blatantly fake.

Ken walked over to the counter and politely asked Gretchen to show him around. She replied with studied disinterest, before Ivory jumped in (both literally, resulting in more impressive bouncing and figuratively, which resulted in a small and rapidly hidden smile on Ken’s face).

She led him around the fairly small store, finding a number of truly absurd to bend at the waist and display her black panties, which were even more clingy and transparent than usual as they were now soaked. She was mostly interested in the sight of white men fucking black women as her face flushed every time she spotted such an image and Ken smiled internally as he scripted out the encounter to come. Her eyes deliberately avoided any lesbian scenes, which he also noted.

She casually knelt, giving Ken a view of her huge tits that was second to none. Ken enjoyed the view, very obviously and Ivory drew exactly the conclusions he wanted her to and happily dragged him into the back, where there were a series of booths (blatantly modeled after someone’s delusion of what an inner-city bathroom looked like), fairly roomy, with plenty of room for a couple of people to sit, televisions and holes in the wall at strategic locations.

“Come on, let me show you how good a real woman can be,” Ivory said, dragging him into the bathroom. She almost ripped his clothes off and slipped her panties off, with her bent over, Ken casually shoved his cock deep into her throat. Before she could respond with anything other than a cough and shock, the door to the stall swung open revealing…