Preparing to infiltrate the bachelorette party

It was a simple matter to call the White Hills male escort agency and cancel the strippers. The white sorority bitches needed some real black cock, not gay for pay white boy dancers.

I called up two buddies from the valley, Otis and Darryl, for the job. We met up and went to get supplies from the White Hills adult boutique.

There wasn't much in the boutique that could fit a real man, but we managed to pick up three snug cop uniform and several pairs of handcuffs. The salesgirl at the boutique was a ditzy blonde white girl. It was easy enough to get her to blow some hard black cock behind the counter and give us her 10% employee discount.

I rang the sorority doorbell at a good hour. Otis and Darryl flanked me.

The bitch from earlier answered the door in a towel and stared lewdly at the bulge in my police short-shorts.

"Oooh," she cooed.

"M'am, there've been some complaints. We have to come in."

We followed her inside, where there were some Vietnamese girls. The white bitch screamed at them.

"No tips for you. We paid for the massages. Now scram!"

My buddies and I exchanged glances as the masseuses left, but the bitch turned around, all smiles. She gestured at a circle of chairs on her way out.

"Boys, please set up in here. The girls and I are just changing for the lingerie party."

Man, I hated that bitch. It will be very sweet to **** her ass in lingerie.

I tapped the handcuffs on my belt. Darryl and Otis nodded. The fuckable white bitches were about to get a lot of black cock as the centerpiece of Kim's sexy bachelorette party.