You try to seem like a caring and respectful guy and praise her intelligence

"Well, here we are..." you say, still hesitant, "So, what branch of law do you work in?"

—Criminal law, I'm a defense attorney. I work for Alonso and Ferrero.

—Oh! I know them, they say they are the best in town. Not just anyone enters there, you must be, I say be, very good at your job. you say awkwardly.

—The truth is that it is not easy at all for a woman to get as far as I have. She says raising an eyebrow questioningly.

—Yes, there are not many women with enough sacrifice capacity to get there.

"What are you implying?" she asks with a serious face.

—Oh! Any. —You answer swallowing saliva aware that you're getting me into a garden that will be difficult for you to get out of.— I'm just saying that the level of commitment that a job like that requires is incompatible with family and children...

—Of course, because the woman is the only one who can take care of everything in the house, the man is only here to scratch his balls and watch TV. she says furiously.

"No, I'm just saying that children bind a lot and when you have them you become more…" I say trying to find the right word

"Stupid?" She interrupts me, getting more and more annoyed.

—Well, I don't know what traditions your family brought from Cuba but here...

—What are you implying, that because I'm colored I leave the children hanging from the trees and I'm going to dance boleros? She interrupts me again, already with the shyster chip at full power.

"I have never brought out your race." —You say now really pissed off— I don't know what the hell of a complex you all have, that as soon as we start talking to you we have to think more about the words than for a speech at the Royal Academy. Until when are we going to have to put up with the role of bad guys. Slavery has been abolished here for centuries. If you, with your position as a posh lawyer of three hundred thousand a year, continue to think that you live oppressed by us, I think it is you who has a problem.

The young woman's deep black eyes sparkle with rage. You know that you have overdone it and you try to apologize by explaining that you are not like that, but the damage is already done.

Melanie jumps to her feet with her full red lips pressed tightly together and she slaps you with all her might. Her cheek stings you a lot but what hurts you the most is seeing that round and juicy ass vibrating away inside that dress with each angry step of the young woman.

—So, we aren't gonna fuck, right? you yell to her with the sole intention of embarrass her.

THE END