The Manager

Faith's stage name was not terribly creative -- Hope. But she put her all into her dancing, and as the only white girl for her shift, she was a popular dance card. She was punctual and professional, never going too far with the men like other girls.

And then she was brought to the back room, a seedy, smoky, dark office, to meet with the manager, a heavyset Black man named Lamar. He looked at her lecherously, and then sat down on the couch next to her, casually resting a hand on her leg. She was wearing only tiny shorts, a swimsuit top, and a thong with fishnets and heels.

"You're a good girl, you know that?" he said, chuckling as he took a pull from his cigar.

"Uhh, thank you Sir. I try to do my best for the patrons," Faith said. She missed the bodyguard locking the door.

"But you aren't doing quite enough. I've been getting complaints that you're too good a girl. Guys like bad girls sometimes too," he said, waggling his eyebrows.

"I'm not that kind of girl," Faith said stiffly.

"But you could be," Lamar said, unzipping his fly, and tugging out a cock that made Douglas's cock look like a pencil. "Does your white boy have anything like that?" It was a rhetorical question, and they both knew it.

"N-n-no," Faith stammered. He was so big. She thought guys were packing socks or rolls of quarters or something.

"See, you been missing out," Lamar said confidently. He took Faith's soft white hand, placing it on his shaft. "Come on, just for a starter ... show me how you'd jerk that white boy."

Faith thought for a long moment. She should leave. But she did enjoy the job ... and he was so big. She started daintily jerking Lamar off.

"No, no, no," Lamar growled. "That's not a way to get ahead in life. Use both hands. And suck on the end!" He put his hand into her mane, tugging her closer, and she sniffed his cock, instantly getting wet. She added her second hand, jerking him more forcefully.

"That's a start. Now suck on the end, come on," he whispered, down close to her ear, giving her goosebumps. She started to suck on the head of his cock, her toes curling, her eyes closing, the taste infiltrating her, confusing her. After a few more minutes of ardent attention, Lamar came. Faith was surprised it was the same amount as Douglas -- she guessed cumming was the one thing Douglas was equal to other men at.

"Now, run along little pet. We'll do another lesson next time," he said lecherously. Faith tucked her hair behind her ear, heading home to the trailer park.