Back to the whites!

Abigail’s heels clicked lightly on the polished floor as she walked beside you, golden hair spilling down her back. Up close, her makeup was flawless, soft blush, thick lashes, and lips so full they looked permanently pouty, shining under the mall lights. Every now and then she tugged at the hem of her tight top, though it was obvious she liked the way it hugged her chest.

As you look closer at her, you can see that she wears a golden necklace with several black upside-down spade charms on it, there is a charm in the middle, that says "BBC ONLY" you don't exactly knows what that means, but you have seen something like this somewhere before.

She also has several black ink tattoos all over her body. One on her right arm is a upside down spade, like almost all the other white people in the BSA have. There is another one on her left thigh that says "PROPERTY OF D" it's not that big, so you didn't see it instantly. There also seems to be one on her right breast and her butt cheeks, but you can't really make those out, since her clothes hide them.

The conversation carried on as you all wove through the crowd. Abigail was animated, hands flicking as she spoke, her blonde hair catching the light.

“So,” you said finally, unable to stop yourself, “do you… ever get tired of people staring? You and Darnell? I mean, it’s hard not to notice you both.”

Abigail giggled, swaying her hips on purpose. “Oh, sweetie… I love it. That’s the whole point. Look at me. Look at us. A beautiful blonde white girl next to a strong and masculine black man, curves against muscles, my pale skin wrapped in his rich, dark strength. People stare because it’s beautiful. Because it makes them wonder.”

Her eyes gleamed as she tipped her head, voice dropping intimate. “And let me tell you, Emile… they can wonder all they want. But they’ll never touch me. Never compare. Not when I’ve already got the best.” She cast a glance back at Darnell’s towering frame. “He’s everything. Stronger, bigger, better. No white boy alive or dead could ever measure up to a black man like him.”

You swallowed hard, unsure if her words cut your ego or secretly thrilled you. Maybe both.

Beside you, Justin shifted uncomfortably, clearly wishing he could shrink out of sight. Abigail noticed, her smirk sharpening. “Don’t pout, sweetie. It’s not an insult. It’s just the truth. Look at Trent. Look at Jamal. Look at Darnell. They’re kings. And us?” She tossed her blonde hair back dramatically. “We’re lucky to be chosen. Snow bunnies, toys, trophies… call it what you want. But it’s heaven when you belong.”

She glanced at you again, her smile soft but teasing. “And you… you’ve got that body. That thickness. That pretty pale skin. I can see why Jamal’s got his eyes on you.”

Your heart skipped, caught off guard not sure if you understood what she was saying, since it is so loud in the area where you are walking. “Wait, what?”

Abigail giggled, covering her mouth. “Oh, nothing. Just girl talk.”

Behind you, Jamal’s laugh boomed at something Darnell said. You shivered, suddenly aware of how much space the two men filled even a few steps back.

Abigail leaned in, her lips brushing close to your ear. “Take it from me, Emile. When a man like that wants you? Don’t fight it. You’ll lose anyway.”

You frowned. “We’re just roommates. He’s just showing me around. There’s nothing more to it… plus I’m not gay anyway…” You tried to sound confident, but your unsure tone betrayed you.

Abigail’s grin widened, hearing it. “Sure. If you say so, white boy.” She giggled, as if your words were funny.