Tara tries ignoring the pervert

Tara's face went red as it seemed her rebuke had no effect on this sexually aggressive negro, and all she could think to do was shoot him a dirty look, flip her middle finger at him, and try to ignore him. Then the girl tried casually looking out the window, but her nervousness was betrayed by the fidgeting hands in her lap. She could still hear the black man muttering encouragement under his breath, and out of the corner of her eye see he was still recording her. The weird thing was Tara found that she was kind of enjoying the attention, and it was even turning her on. When she saw the high school appear down the block, she offered him a shy smile as she stood up and swept her curly red hair behind her ears.

"What's your name, girlie?" he asked as she stood in front of him.

"Tara McNeill," she admitted before wondering if that was a good idea and warning, "My daddy is a policeman you know, and my boyfriend is..." Of course her only boyfriend ever now lived two thousand miles away, a sweet white boy who never pressured her sexually, and to try to intimidate she had in mind describing some martial arts expert or something, but what came out of her mouth surprised her. "Black." Her green eyes went wide and her porcelain face went red as she tried to clarify. "A big, mean black man." Tara didn't know why she said that, but she tried to smile bravely to sell the lie.

This brought a smile to the pervert's face. "I just knew you was a black cock slut!" he declared. "Go on and say it, Tara."

"Say it?" the white girl teased as the bus pulled over, the taboo of saying what she'd never even thought before bringing a deviish smile to her lips: "I live to worship nigger cock, the bigger and blacker, the better!"