Story originally by Thickwil. I found this long ago and thought I'd share. It’s about how a rapper group convert a variety of women to the BNWO on live television!
The computer screen flickered to life with the image of a blazing sun. A small caption appeared in the lower left corner of the screen: “The Wrecker (EXPLICIT) / Artist: Black Phallus / Label: E&I Records”.
There is no music at first, just the occasional pluck of a lonely guitar string. The picture whites out and then refocus on a road in the desert. A car drives down the road, smoke wafting from under its hood. Finally, the car’s engine sputters and it pulls off to the side of the road. The camera angle cuts to the interior of the car, showing a white ******. A dorky white *** is driving the car with his beautiful white wife sitting at his side. Sitting in the back seat, reading a college orientation brochure, is their pretty white ********. The ******** is wearing daisy dukes and a bikini top and listening to her MP3 player. An aggressive rap beat can be faintly heard on the girl’s earbuds. The girl looks up from her brochure and sees that their car is pulling off to the side of the road and she rolls her eyes. The wife doesn’t look happy either.
The husband gets out of the car and opens the hood. Vultures circle overhead as the sun continues to blaze. He looks at the engine, panicked, scratching his head. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his hand from the heat. The ******** sees her father shaking his hand and prancing around the front of the car. Again, the high school graduate rolls her eyes, but then she looks down at her MP3 player, then at her cell phone. She picks up her cell phone and starts entering a phone number.
The camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the front seat, watching her husband, seemingly concerned about his injury. Suddenly, the ********’s hand taps mom’s shoulder and then hands mom the cell. Mom looks at the phone and sees “THE WRECKER” on its screen. She looks at the ********, a bit alarmed, and shakes her head. The ******** tilts her head and nods toward her father. The mom sees him still prancing around in front of the car like a dope, then turns back to the ********. The ******** shakes her head and again offers mom the phone. Mom takes the phone and puts it to her ear.
Cut to the blazing sun and circling vultures again. The ****** now has all the car doors open, and are all sweating. The husband has stripped off his jacket and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white frame. The wife sits beside him, several blouse buttons undone, and fans herself with a magazine. The hood of the car is down now, and the ******** is lying back on it, on a towel, boldly sunning herself in her bikini top and daisy dukes. A large pick-up truck with a winch drives up beside the ****** and parks in front of their car. Cut to the pick-up’s cab door, labeled “WHITE KUNTZ WRECKING”. The door opens and a large black mechanic gets out. The music for the video finally starts properly now, a heavy aggressive rap beat, the same one barely heard on the ********’s earbuds earlier in the scene. The black mechanic is tall and very muscular, wearing some loose-fitting jeans and a tight tee. The ******** watches him walk toward the ****** car and smiles. The ******** slowly rolls off the car hood as her father and mother get out of the car to greet the mechanic. The husband opens the hood and tries to examine the engine again, but the towering black mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his place in front of the car.
The mechanic glances over at the ********, who is leaning over the engine, pretending to be interested, her arms stretched over her head, clutching the car’s hood and showing off her lithe, scantily clad body. The stud smiles, then looked over at the pretty brunette mother, her blouse still unbuttoned revealing her bikini top and ample cleavage. The mother suddenly realizes how much skin she’s revealing and turns away, blushing from embarrassment. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glances over her shoulder at the mechanic and bites her lower lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she chose to lift the bottom hem of the blouse up, tying the front bottom of her blouse together, revealing her own flat midriff. The mechanic looks back at the ********, admiring the curve of her tight little ass in her denim short-shorts. The camera slowly rises up the girl’s tiny shorts, over her flat tan belly, her firm sweaty breasts, pouting lips, and ice blue eyes. The stud makes eye contact with the girl, making sure she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the length of the stick. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her ample cleavage enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the mechanic is satisfied with the oil reading, and that he has the mother and ********’s attention, returns the dipstick to the engine, making sure to make a couple of extra suggestive thrusts as he drives it home. The mother gasps. The ******** giggles. *** is woefully oblivious to all of this.
The rap beat continues as the lyrics are faintly heard. The sound quality on the video was poor, but the lyrics could still be made out:
“When he can’t get yo’ motor runnin’
Cause his ride is old and busted,
YA’ CALL THE WRECKER”
The mechanic looks over at the mother and ******** again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his powerful black arms, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his dark, powerful torso, rippling with muscles. Mom’s big blue eyes widened, and ********, licked her lips, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his hand, the mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The husband looks down at the mechanic’s pocket and sees the pair of gloves he COULD have used to open the radiator cap. Hubby scratches his head.
The mechanic looks the engine over and shakes his head, then walks to the back of his truck and begins to operate his hook and winch. The mechanic bends down and attaches the hook to the bumper of the car. His muscles flex, the sweat making his black skin shine in the sunlight. He returns to the cab and activates the winch. The car lifts a couple of inches, but the hook comes loose, dropping the car to the road. The mechanic walks back over to the car and looks at the hook. He looks back up at the wife and ******** who are watching him with wide eyes and rapt attention. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his belt. With one swift motion, he yanks the belt from his pants and whips it into the air, making a *CRACK* sound. The husband jumps in fright and covers his head for protection. As this happens, the camera angle changes to show the black mechanic in the foreground facing away from the camera and toward the wife and ******** who are standing in the background looking at him. As the mechanic violently yanks his belt off, his baggy pants fall down a few inches, just enough so that any viewer of the music video would know that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The camera cuts to the wife and ********, eyes wide, jaws dropped… obviously seeing the mechanic’s cock. The camera returns to the previous camera angle within a second, and the mechanic is pulling up his pants. The husband, still cowering from the belt’s noise, has missed all of this. The lyrics continue:
“When yo’ engine’s overheated
‘cause you been mistreated
YA’ CALL THE WRECKER”
The mechanic bends down, wrapping his leather belt around the hook and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at least for the purposes of the music video. The mechanic activates the winch, lifting the front of the car from the road, then motions for the ****** to join him in the truck’s cab. The mechanic opens the passenger door for the ******, helping the ******** up into the truck first. She crawls over the bench seat, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the mechanic helps the wife up, giving her round ass a little push-up into the seat. Next, the husband climbs into the cab and the mechanic leaves him to take care of himself. The mechanic then walks around the front of his truck and climbs up into the driver’s seat, but as his massive black frame squeezes into the cab, it is apparent that not all four people will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old ******** is eyeing the mechanic’s lap. Seeking to avoid an inappropriate situation, the husband motions for the wife to sit in his lap and make room for the ********. The wife declines the offer, and before the husband can insist, it’s too late. The ******** hops into the mechanic’s lap, her ripe, bikini-clad breasts mere inches from the mechanic’s broad black face. The ******** turns around, facing the windshield, her back resting against the mechanic’s bare, black torso. The mechanic starts the truck and begins to drive as the white teenager squirms and giggles in his lap. The lyrics continue:
“If he ain’t got the juice to you started,
Call me for a jump and don’t be broken-hearted,
YOU CALL THE WRECKER!”
The husband and father looked ill as he watches his teenage ******** squirm in the black mechanic’s lap. The mechanic moves his head left and right, trying to see around the ********’s head so that he can drive. The ******** continues to squirm in the mechanic’s lap, until he finally puts a muscular arm around her shoulders from behind and pulls her close, forcing her to lie back with her head resting on one of his broad black shoulders. The mechanic glances downward, getting a bird’s eye view of the teenage ********’s ample white cleavage. The mechanic seems to have trouble steering the truck, and the husband glances into the truck’s side mirror to see his car swerving back and forth as it is towed behind the truck. He shouts something at the driver who glances in the mirror, then at the husband. The mechanic sneers briefly, then looks at the white teenager in his lap and the pretty white wife sitting next to him. A smile slowly spreads across his face. Suddenly, the mechanic slams the brakes. The girl in his lap clutches the dashboard and the driver’s arm to keep from slipping off his lap. The mechanic looks over at the husband and nods toward the ******’s car, quickly making it evident that there simply is not enough room in the cab for him to drive safely. The husband hesitates for a moment, looking at his ********, trying to compose herself as she sits in the black stud’s lap. Clearly, he is worried about what might happen if his ******** is left alone in the truck’s cab with this brooding black stranger. The husband then looks at his wife. The two parents exchange fretful looks, the husband glances again at the mechanic and his ********, the wife following his gaze. The husband furrows his brow in worry, and the wife smiles at him as if to tell him that she won’t let anything untoward happen to their ********. The husband takes a deep, exaggerated breath and opens the truck door, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the door behind him, the husband pats his place on the truck’s bench seat, indicating the wife should scoot over and make room for their ******** to get out of the mechanic’s lap.
“So if you just lift up your hood,
I can fix you real good.”
As the husband gets into the ****** car’s driver’s seat, he can see that his wife is scooting in the truck cab, and attempting to get their ******** to move to the middle of the bench seat. The mechanic begins to drive away and sits back to ride in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his wife and ******** in the large rear window of the truck cab. A worried look creeps across the husband’s face as he sees that in spite of the extra room in the cab, his ******** is still sitting in the mechanic’s lap! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the truck is swerving all over the road, giving the husband a rough ride in the towed ****** car. He looks to his wife, hoping that she will intervene, and obviously she is aware of the issue. He can see that his wife, sitting at the far end of the cab’s bench seat is saying something to the mechanic. She is glancing back at her husband, then back at the mechanic and her ********. The husband can see that his wife’s face shows distress and fear. He begins hitting his car’s horn, trying to get the truck driver’s attention. Finally, he sees his wife moving to the center of the bench and physically grasping his ********’s arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the driver’s lap. Suddenly, the truck swerves violently and the husband falls forward in his seat, his glasses falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the lost spectacles, finally finding them and putting them back on his face. When the husband looks up again, he can see that his wife is freaking out about something, yelling, and waving her arms. Whatever she’s saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his ******** is not only out of the mechanic’s lap but is climbing over her mother, and taking a seat on the far side of the truck’s cab. The husband is about to breathe a sigh of relief until he sees that his ******** is still squirming. At first, it seems as if the ******** is trying to get back into the mechanic’s lap and that his wife is trying to keep her back. The husband sees his wife looking at him from the truck’s rear window, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to signal him, but their ******** grabs her hands and forces them down, under the truck’s rear window, out of view. The husband looks at his ********, and a strange wicked smile is on her face. She is not trying to climb over her mother to get back into the mechanic’s lap... no... she is trying to push her mother closer to the mechanic. The husband watches, confused as his wife shakes her head and their ******** continues pushing her closer to the mechanic and holding her hands down. He can see that his wife is looking down at something, and their ******** is saying something to her... his wife is calming down. The wife looks at the husband again, mouthing the words “I’m sorry” just before their ******** pushes her head down, below the rear window.
“Just tell me that you want it and I’ll give you a jump
Or if you need a little more, I can take you to my PUMP
Station…
my pump… my pump…
station.
I can make your motor purr again!”
The mechanic seems distracted by something and the truck begins to swerve violently again. The husband, worried about what is happening begins frantically blasting his car horn. He sees his ******** looking at him from the truck’s rear window. He mouths the words “WHAT IS GOING ON?” The ******** laughs and waves at her father. She then holds her hands up, palms facing one another, about a foot apart, obviously indicating that ‘something’ is big. Then she pointed down, indicating where her mother is, then she makes a fist and waves it in front of her mouth, making a ‘blowjob gesture’! The husband doesn’t quite understand and starts hitting the horn again and again until he sees his wife’s head pop up from below the rear window of the truck. His pretty white wife is gasping and wiping her mouth. Their ******** shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the black mechanic. As the ******** does this, her father briefly glimpses her bare white ass and realizes that she has shed her shorts and panties! The father watches, mouth agape, as his ******** climbs back in front of the driver, facing him this time, and slowly lowers herself down into his lap. Again, the truck begins to swerve violently and the hubby starts blasting the horn again. Then he sees his ********’s pink bikini top fluttering out the truck’s window then whisked away by the hot desert wind!
“I’ll fix you up, so you can go
You need a real man,
and I could use another ho
CUZ I’M A WRECKER!”
Desperately, the husband blasts the car horn yet again, trying to protest what he is helpless to stop. He sees his pretty white wife looking at him from the rear window of the truck. He shakes his head at her... ‘No!’. The wife looks back at him, her pale blue eyes full of pity... she smiles sweetly and shrugs... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the front of her blouse and violently rips it open, revealing her ample breasts. Like her ********’s bikini top, the wife’s blouse flies out the window and up into the bright desert sky. Looking out the window at her husband, she lifts her ring finger up at him and slips the wedding band from her white hand, tossing it too out the window! The husband frantically, helplessly, blasts the car horn again and again as he watches his wife smile at him one last time, blowing him a kiss with one hand and waving goodbye, before reaching up to the ceiling of the truck cab and hitting a switch. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck’s hook releases the ****** car which drops to the highway at seventy miles an hour, with a loud crash. The husband frantically steers his car to a safe stop as he watches the wrecker drive off into the distance, with his once-loving wife and ********.
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The video ended abruptly, displaying a 1-800 number and the slogan... “Call the WRECKER!”
Again, the caption appeared in the lower corner of the screen: “The Wrecker (EXPLICIT) / Artist: Black Phallus / Label: E&I Records”.
Two high school seniors turned away from the screen after watching it with such close attention.
“Oh my GOD! Wasn’t that HOT?” Lauren giggled. She was a petite but athletic 18 year-old with a golden tan, smoky green eyes, and red-auburn hair that she wore in a ponytail.
“Wow!” Becky Davenport gasped, still staring wide-eyed at the computer screen. She was the more innocent of the two girls. Like her best friend Lauren, Becky was eighteen and beautiful. She was tall, slender, with long red hair, alluring green eyes, and a light sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose. “I’d know you said the video would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… explicit!”
“Explicit?” Lauren chided. “You barely saw that girl’s butt in one quick shot, I’d hardly call it explicit! Then again, I’m not some religious prude with religious prude parents!”
“Lauren, stop it!” Becky giggled! “I am not a prude!”
“You are practically AMISH!” Lauren teased. Both the girls laughed.
Becky Davenport wasn’t Amish, though her ****** was very religious. Becky’s father was a very conservative man who attended church meetings twice a week. Her mother was a “Born-Again” Christian. Both Becky and her older sister Sarah had been raised with conservative Christian values. They were not to dress provocatively, use foul language, enjoy ‘inappropriate entertainment’ etc. Sarah had always obeyed these rules with no problem. Becky however, was a bit rebellious and considered to be the ‘wild child’ of the ******. Her parents had deep concerns about the fact that Becky had done things like worn mid-riff baring tops to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with lots of boys.
What Becky’s parents didn’t appreciate was that Becky’s least-conservative tops covered more skin than did most of the other tops worn by her peers. Becky’s parents didn’t realize that the three times Becky had ever broken her 8pm curfew was because she actually was out studying at the library and lost track of time. They ‘hoped’ but didn’t ‘know’ that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in spite of the number of boys who desperately tried to seduce her. Maintaining her virtue was no trivial feat for a high-school senior as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a purity ring, a symbol of her promise to her ****** that she would remain a virgin until she was married. The fact was Becky Davenport wasn’t nearly as wild as her parents thought she was... save for one thing.
The one wild streak that Becky did have, secretly, was her taste in music. Becky loved rap music, and her friend Lauren had sent her some MP3’s of an ‘underground’ rap group called “Black Phallus”. The songs were good, though pretty risque. Becky began looking for more of the songs on the internet, but had some difficulty. The few links that she found for “Black Phallus” MP3s were frequently located on porn sites for some reason. This meant that the porn-blocking software that her parents had installed on Becky’s computer prevented her from making any downloads from those locations. Black Phallus CD’s seemed impossible to find in local music stores, so Becky had to make do with the MP3s that she got from her friends. Some of the girls at school were surprised that conservative Becky Davenport had become a fan of Black Phallus. She explained that while the lyrics were shocking at first, she found them amusing... and the strong rhythm and beats made her want to dance. What she didn’t mention to her curious friends was that the songs were stirring stronger urges than just dancing... and that on the rare occasions that conservative Becky Davenport ‘touched herself’ she always had to listen to a Black Phallus song to achieve the best climax. More and more, she wanted to hear their music and learn about their group... so naturally she was thrilled when her friend Lauren came over to visit, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their music videos that had been leaked online.
“Are you sure this is really their video?” Becky asked. “I mean, its not just one of their songs mashed up with clips from a porno movie?”
“Of course not!” Lauren laughed. “Don’t you recognize B-Love in the video?”
“I dunno.” Becky pouted. “He was so dirty.”
“Yeah he was!” Lauren smirked, making an obvious insulation.
“No!” Becky blushed and laughed. “I meant he was grimey, oily... the whole ‘mechanic’ get up.”
Lauren laughed. “Yeah, I know dork, I was kidding. Look, it’s a legitimate video, I got it from their website. It’s the first one they ever did, and it got banned from VH1 and MTV after one showing.”
“That doesn’t surprise me!” Becky said, “I can’t believe they’d show something like this on VH1 or MTV. I mean... the whole running off with a man’s wife and ********...”
“Wild huh?” Lauren retorted, then added quietly. “Doesn’t it make you wonder if the rumors are true...”
“What rumors...” Becky whispered, awkwardly, knowing the rumors about black men’s endowment.
“The rumors about their songs being based on actual events.” Lauren said casually. “A mom and ******** together! Can you imagine what kind of guy would pull that off! It’s so HOT!”
“Oh...” Becky said, almost disappointed that her friend wasn’t going to talk about the other rumors, before realizing what Lauren was implying about the video they’d just seen. “Oh! Ew! The mother and ******** thing?”
“Yes!” Lauren said, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “Just imagine those guys with you and your mom Becky! She’s still pretty hot for her age!”
“GROSS!” Becky squealed.
Lauren laughed. “I’m kidding! Of course it’s all just bullshit! All these rappers are like that! They talk themselves up like some kind of super pimps. Still, I’ve heard that this video is tame compared to the others they’ve done.”
“There are more?” Becky said, almost too eagerly, “Can you download them too?” Becky tried to contain her excitement, afraid that Lauren would think her interest was less than healthy. “I mean… I’d like to see them, but you know my parents’ software blocks the site.”
Lauren didn’t seem to notice Becky’s over-enthusiasm. “No, sorry, that’s the only video they have available for download. The site says they’re saving the others for that interview.”
“What interview?” Becky asked.
“WHAT INTERVIEW!!” Lauren gasped. “Becky, are you fucking kidding me? How do you not know about the interview? I thought you said your older sister works for Jessica McFarland at KNEN?”
“Yeah, she’s her personal assistant...so?” Becky said, her eyes widening, not fully believing what her friend was saying.
“So?!” Lauren rolled her eyes. “So Black Phallus is going to appear LIVE on KNEN and be interviewed by Jessica McFarland and she didn’t mention it?”
“OMG, they are!?” Becky’s big green eyes widened. She was stunned. “No. Sarah… Sarah didn’t tell me!”
“Oh my God, what a bitch!” Lauren hissed playfully. “I can’t believe that she knows they’re your favorite group and didn’t mention that she’d probably be meeting them! Maybe she can get their autograph for you!”
Lauren nodded towards a few photos of celebrities on Becky’s wall, all which had been autographed, including one of celebrated television journalist Jessica McFarland. Sarah’s sister occasionally met celebrities at the studio, and had gotten signed photos for her sister. Becky had even met a couple of them herself, thanks to Sarah getting her a VIP pass to the studio.
“Well…” Becky bit her lower lip. “She doesn’t really know I listen to that type of music. I doubt she’d approve. You know how religious and conservative my parents are… Sarah is almost as bad.”
“Oh my God, Becky!” Lauren whispered. “You HAVE to tell her I bet Sarah will meet them! You have to tell her you want their autographs! Maybe she can even get you into the studio and meet them! Oh my God!” Lauren gasped, breathlessly before adding, in a whisper. “That would be amazing! Do you think you could get me a VIP pass too?”
“I… I don’t know… I think my parents and Sarah would flip out if they knew I listened to Black Phallus.” Still, Becky’s mind was reeling from all she was learning from her friend, and the thought of possibly meeting Black Phallus! “Wow… I just can’t believe they’re going to be on that show! It’s supposed to be like a serious news program.”
“Yeah, I know.” Lauren explained eagerly. “They’re going to go on ‘The Whole Truth’ and talk about their music being so popular in the clubs, but like how they can’t get the exposure they need to hit it big because of racism and censorship. They say they’re anxious to go on television for a ‘live no-holds barred, exclusive interview and show America and the rest of the world what Black Phallus is all about! I read all about it on their website. I suppose your web filter blocks it?”
“Yes.” Becky pouted.
“Too bad!” Lauren sighed. “Their site says the interview will be live and uncensored, and there’s some kind of special on-demand pay-per-view kind of deal. There’s supposed to be some kind of streaming video thing on their website, probably one on KNEN’s website too, but you have to pay to see it.”
Becky frowned. Her parents didn’t let her have a credit card, and certainly wouldn’t agree to pay to access a television interview with a rap group that sang almost exclusively about sex.
Lauren continued. “The site said that Black Phallus is planning to show some of their other music videos and they’ll be uncensored too! Just think, if you thought this “Wrecker” video was explicit, just imagine what the uncensored ones will be like! ”
“Oh…oh my!” Becky muttered. It was difficult for her sheltered mind to imagine how much racier the Black Phallus music videos could get after seeing the one for “The Wrecker.” Her mind began to wander, thinking about a just how sexually explicit Black Phallus might make their music videos. The thought of seeing erotic scenes unfolding while their music played excited Becky deeply. She began to blush, her face turning almost as red as her hair.
“Of course... that’s just the videos.” Lauren said, seeing her friend’s eyes widen with wonder, she decided to tease her sheltered friend a bit more. “You KNOW what supposedly happens at some of their live shows! I wonder if the interview will get wild.”
Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘wild’. On another occasion, Becky had listened intently to Lauren's story of orgies and sex parties that the rappers supposedly threw on tour, or in recording studios, or on the film set of their music videos, or onstage at concerts in front of crowded clubs. They were just silly stories, neither girl completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her thoughts were completely carried away by her hormone-fueled imagination. Becky was getting incredibly horny. Lauren was still talking, but Becky wasn’t really hearing her.
“So,” Lauren asked, “Do you want to come?”
“Wha…what?” Becky said, embarrassed.
“I said I thought you could come over to my place that night, sleep over and watch the interview on my computer.” Lauren asked more explicitly. “Unless you thin you can get us those VIP passes? What do you think?”
Becky smiled at her savvy friend. “I...I think I should call my sister!”
Part 1
The computer screen flickered to life with the image of a blazing sun. A small caption appeared in the lower left corner of the screen: “The Wrecker (EXPLICIT) / Artist: Black Phallus / Label: E&I Records”.
There is no music at first, just the occasional pluck of a lonely guitar string. The picture whites out and then refocus on a road in the desert. A car drives down the road, smoke wafting from under its hood. Finally, the car’s engine sputters and it pulls off to the side of the road. The camera angle cuts to the interior of the car, showing a white ******. A dorky white *** is driving the car with his beautiful white wife sitting at his side. Sitting in the back seat, reading a college orientation brochure, is their pretty white ********. The ******** is wearing daisy dukes and a bikini top and listening to her MP3 player. An aggressive rap beat can be faintly heard on the girl’s earbuds. The girl looks up from her brochure and sees that their car is pulling off to the side of the road and she rolls her eyes. The wife doesn’t look happy either.
The husband gets out of the car and opens the hood. Vultures circle overhead as the sun continues to blaze. He looks at the engine, panicked, scratching his head. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his hand from the heat. The ******** sees her father shaking his hand and prancing around the front of the car. Again, the high school graduate rolls her eyes, but then she looks down at her MP3 player, then at her cell phone. She picks up her cell phone and starts entering a phone number.
The camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the front seat, watching her husband, seemingly concerned about his injury. Suddenly, the ********’s hand taps mom’s shoulder and then hands mom the cell. Mom looks at the phone and sees “THE WRECKER” on its screen. She looks at the ********, a bit alarmed, and shakes her head. The ******** tilts her head and nods toward her father. The mom sees him still prancing around in front of the car like a dope, then turns back to the ********. The ******** shakes her head and again offers mom the phone. Mom takes the phone and puts it to her ear.
Cut to the blazing sun and circling vultures again. The ****** now has all the car doors open, and are all sweating. The husband has stripped off his jacket and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white frame. The wife sits beside him, several blouse buttons undone, and fans herself with a magazine. The hood of the car is down now, and the ******** is lying back on it, on a towel, boldly sunning herself in her bikini top and daisy dukes. A large pick-up truck with a winch drives up beside the ****** and parks in front of their car. Cut to the pick-up’s cab door, labeled “WHITE KUNTZ WRECKING”. The door opens and a large black mechanic gets out. The music for the video finally starts properly now, a heavy aggressive rap beat, the same one barely heard on the ********’s earbuds earlier in the scene. The black mechanic is tall and very muscular, wearing some loose-fitting jeans and a tight tee. The ******** watches him walk toward the ****** car and smiles. The ******** slowly rolls off the car hood as her father and mother get out of the car to greet the mechanic. The husband opens the hood and tries to examine the engine again, but the towering black mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his place in front of the car.
The mechanic glances over at the ********, who is leaning over the engine, pretending to be interested, her arms stretched over her head, clutching the car’s hood and showing off her lithe, scantily clad body. The stud smiles, then looked over at the pretty brunette mother, her blouse still unbuttoned revealing her bikini top and ample cleavage. The mother suddenly realizes how much skin she’s revealing and turns away, blushing from embarrassment. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glances over her shoulder at the mechanic and bites her lower lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she chose to lift the bottom hem of the blouse up, tying the front bottom of her blouse together, revealing her own flat midriff. The mechanic looks back at the ********, admiring the curve of her tight little ass in her denim short-shorts. The camera slowly rises up the girl’s tiny shorts, over her flat tan belly, her firm sweaty breasts, pouting lips, and ice blue eyes. The stud makes eye contact with the girl, making sure she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the length of the stick. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her ample cleavage enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the mechanic is satisfied with the oil reading, and that he has the mother and ********’s attention, returns the dipstick to the engine, making sure to make a couple of extra suggestive thrusts as he drives it home. The mother gasps. The ******** giggles. *** is woefully oblivious to all of this.
The rap beat continues as the lyrics are faintly heard. The sound quality on the video was poor, but the lyrics could still be made out:
“When he can’t get yo’ motor runnin’
Cause his ride is old and busted,
YA’ CALL THE WRECKER”
The mechanic looks over at the mother and ******** again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his powerful black arms, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his dark, powerful torso, rippling with muscles. Mom’s big blue eyes widened, and ********, licked her lips, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his hand, the mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The husband looks down at the mechanic’s pocket and sees the pair of gloves he COULD have used to open the radiator cap. Hubby scratches his head.
The mechanic looks the engine over and shakes his head, then walks to the back of his truck and begins to operate his hook and winch. The mechanic bends down and attaches the hook to the bumper of the car. His muscles flex, the sweat making his black skin shine in the sunlight. He returns to the cab and activates the winch. The car lifts a couple of inches, but the hook comes loose, dropping the car to the road. The mechanic walks back over to the car and looks at the hook. He looks back up at the wife and ******** who are watching him with wide eyes and rapt attention. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his belt. With one swift motion, he yanks the belt from his pants and whips it into the air, making a *CRACK* sound. The husband jumps in fright and covers his head for protection. As this happens, the camera angle changes to show the black mechanic in the foreground facing away from the camera and toward the wife and ******** who are standing in the background looking at him. As the mechanic violently yanks his belt off, his baggy pants fall down a few inches, just enough so that any viewer of the music video would know that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The camera cuts to the wife and ********, eyes wide, jaws dropped… obviously seeing the mechanic’s cock. The camera returns to the previous camera angle within a second, and the mechanic is pulling up his pants. The husband, still cowering from the belt’s noise, has missed all of this. The lyrics continue:
“When yo’ engine’s overheated
‘cause you been mistreated
YA’ CALL THE WRECKER”
The mechanic bends down, wrapping his leather belt around the hook and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at least for the purposes of the music video. The mechanic activates the winch, lifting the front of the car from the road, then motions for the ****** to join him in the truck’s cab. The mechanic opens the passenger door for the ******, helping the ******** up into the truck first. She crawls over the bench seat, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the mechanic helps the wife up, giving her round ass a little push-up into the seat. Next, the husband climbs into the cab and the mechanic leaves him to take care of himself. The mechanic then walks around the front of his truck and climbs up into the driver’s seat, but as his massive black frame squeezes into the cab, it is apparent that not all four people will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old ******** is eyeing the mechanic’s lap. Seeking to avoid an inappropriate situation, the husband motions for the wife to sit in his lap and make room for the ********. The wife declines the offer, and before the husband can insist, it’s too late. The ******** hops into the mechanic’s lap, her ripe, bikini-clad breasts mere inches from the mechanic’s broad black face. The ******** turns around, facing the windshield, her back resting against the mechanic’s bare, black torso. The mechanic starts the truck and begins to drive as the white teenager squirms and giggles in his lap. The lyrics continue:
“If he ain’t got the juice to you started,
Call me for a jump and don’t be broken-hearted,
YOU CALL THE WRECKER!”
The husband and father looked ill as he watches his teenage ******** squirm in the black mechanic’s lap. The mechanic moves his head left and right, trying to see around the ********’s head so that he can drive. The ******** continues to squirm in the mechanic’s lap, until he finally puts a muscular arm around her shoulders from behind and pulls her close, forcing her to lie back with her head resting on one of his broad black shoulders. The mechanic glances downward, getting a bird’s eye view of the teenage ********’s ample white cleavage. The mechanic seems to have trouble steering the truck, and the husband glances into the truck’s side mirror to see his car swerving back and forth as it is towed behind the truck. He shouts something at the driver who glances in the mirror, then at the husband. The mechanic sneers briefly, then looks at the white teenager in his lap and the pretty white wife sitting next to him. A smile slowly spreads across his face. Suddenly, the mechanic slams the brakes. The girl in his lap clutches the dashboard and the driver’s arm to keep from slipping off his lap. The mechanic looks over at the husband and nods toward the ******’s car, quickly making it evident that there simply is not enough room in the cab for him to drive safely. The husband hesitates for a moment, looking at his ********, trying to compose herself as she sits in the black stud’s lap. Clearly, he is worried about what might happen if his ******** is left alone in the truck’s cab with this brooding black stranger. The husband then looks at his wife. The two parents exchange fretful looks, the husband glances again at the mechanic and his ********, the wife following his gaze. The husband furrows his brow in worry, and the wife smiles at him as if to tell him that she won’t let anything untoward happen to their ********. The husband takes a deep, exaggerated breath and opens the truck door, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the door behind him, the husband pats his place on the truck’s bench seat, indicating the wife should scoot over and make room for their ******** to get out of the mechanic’s lap.
“So if you just lift up your hood,
I can fix you real good.”
As the husband gets into the ****** car’s driver’s seat, he can see that his wife is scooting in the truck cab, and attempting to get their ******** to move to the middle of the bench seat. The mechanic begins to drive away and sits back to ride in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his wife and ******** in the large rear window of the truck cab. A worried look creeps across the husband’s face as he sees that in spite of the extra room in the cab, his ******** is still sitting in the mechanic’s lap! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the truck is swerving all over the road, giving the husband a rough ride in the towed ****** car. He looks to his wife, hoping that she will intervene, and obviously she is aware of the issue. He can see that his wife, sitting at the far end of the cab’s bench seat is saying something to the mechanic. She is glancing back at her husband, then back at the mechanic and her ********. The husband can see that his wife’s face shows distress and fear. He begins hitting his car’s horn, trying to get the truck driver’s attention. Finally, he sees his wife moving to the center of the bench and physically grasping his ********’s arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the driver’s lap. Suddenly, the truck swerves violently and the husband falls forward in his seat, his glasses falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the lost spectacles, finally finding them and putting them back on his face. When the husband looks up again, he can see that his wife is freaking out about something, yelling, and waving her arms. Whatever she’s saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his ******** is not only out of the mechanic’s lap but is climbing over her mother, and taking a seat on the far side of the truck’s cab. The husband is about to breathe a sigh of relief until he sees that his ******** is still squirming. At first, it seems as if the ******** is trying to get back into the mechanic’s lap and that his wife is trying to keep her back. The husband sees his wife looking at him from the truck’s rear window, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to signal him, but their ******** grabs her hands and forces them down, under the truck’s rear window, out of view. The husband looks at his ********, and a strange wicked smile is on her face. She is not trying to climb over her mother to get back into the mechanic’s lap... no... she is trying to push her mother closer to the mechanic. The husband watches, confused as his wife shakes her head and their ******** continues pushing her closer to the mechanic and holding her hands down. He can see that his wife is looking down at something, and their ******** is saying something to her... his wife is calming down. The wife looks at the husband again, mouthing the words “I’m sorry” just before their ******** pushes her head down, below the rear window.
“Just tell me that you want it and I’ll give you a jump
Or if you need a little more, I can take you to my PUMP
Station…
my pump… my pump…
station.
I can make your motor purr again!”
The mechanic seems distracted by something and the truck begins to swerve violently again. The husband, worried about what is happening begins frantically blasting his car horn. He sees his ******** looking at him from the truck’s rear window. He mouths the words “WHAT IS GOING ON?” The ******** laughs and waves at her father. She then holds her hands up, palms facing one another, about a foot apart, obviously indicating that ‘something’ is big. Then she pointed down, indicating where her mother is, then she makes a fist and waves it in front of her mouth, making a ‘blowjob gesture’! The husband doesn’t quite understand and starts hitting the horn again and again until he sees his wife’s head pop up from below the rear window of the truck. His pretty white wife is gasping and wiping her mouth. Their ******** shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the black mechanic. As the ******** does this, her father briefly glimpses her bare white ass and realizes that she has shed her shorts and panties! The father watches, mouth agape, as his ******** climbs back in front of the driver, facing him this time, and slowly lowers herself down into his lap. Again, the truck begins to swerve violently and the hubby starts blasting the horn again. Then he sees his ********’s pink bikini top fluttering out the truck’s window then whisked away by the hot desert wind!
“I’ll fix you up, so you can go
You need a real man,
and I could use another ho
CUZ I’M A WRECKER!”
Desperately, the husband blasts the car horn yet again, trying to protest what he is helpless to stop. He sees his pretty white wife looking at him from the rear window of the truck. He shakes his head at her... ‘No!’. The wife looks back at him, her pale blue eyes full of pity... she smiles sweetly and shrugs... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the front of her blouse and violently rips it open, revealing her ample breasts. Like her ********’s bikini top, the wife’s blouse flies out the window and up into the bright desert sky. Looking out the window at her husband, she lifts her ring finger up at him and slips the wedding band from her white hand, tossing it too out the window! The husband frantically, helplessly, blasts the car horn again and again as he watches his wife smile at him one last time, blowing him a kiss with one hand and waving goodbye, before reaching up to the ceiling of the truck cab and hitting a switch. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck’s hook releases the ****** car which drops to the highway at seventy miles an hour, with a loud crash. The husband frantically steers his car to a safe stop as he watches the wrecker drive off into the distance, with his once-loving wife and ********.
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The video ended abruptly, displaying a 1-800 number and the slogan... “Call the WRECKER!”
Again, the caption appeared in the lower corner of the screen: “The Wrecker (EXPLICIT) / Artist: Black Phallus / Label: E&I Records”.
Two high school seniors turned away from the screen after watching it with such close attention.
“Oh my GOD! Wasn’t that HOT?” Lauren giggled. She was a petite but athletic 18 year-old with a golden tan, smoky green eyes, and red-auburn hair that she wore in a ponytail.
“Wow!” Becky Davenport gasped, still staring wide-eyed at the computer screen. She was the more innocent of the two girls. Like her best friend Lauren, Becky was eighteen and beautiful. She was tall, slender, with long red hair, alluring green eyes, and a light sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose. “I’d know you said the video would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… explicit!”
“Explicit?” Lauren chided. “You barely saw that girl’s butt in one quick shot, I’d hardly call it explicit! Then again, I’m not some religious prude with religious prude parents!”
“Lauren, stop it!” Becky giggled! “I am not a prude!”
“You are practically AMISH!” Lauren teased. Both the girls laughed.
Becky Davenport wasn’t Amish, though her ****** was very religious. Becky’s father was a very conservative man who attended church meetings twice a week. Her mother was a “Born-Again” Christian. Both Becky and her older sister Sarah had been raised with conservative Christian values. They were not to dress provocatively, use foul language, enjoy ‘inappropriate entertainment’ etc. Sarah had always obeyed these rules with no problem. Becky however, was a bit rebellious and considered to be the ‘wild child’ of the ******. Her parents had deep concerns about the fact that Becky had done things like worn mid-riff baring tops to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with lots of boys.
What Becky’s parents didn’t appreciate was that Becky’s least-conservative tops covered more skin than did most of the other tops worn by her peers. Becky’s parents didn’t realize that the three times Becky had ever broken her 8pm curfew was because she actually was out studying at the library and lost track of time. They ‘hoped’ but didn’t ‘know’ that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in spite of the number of boys who desperately tried to seduce her. Maintaining her virtue was no trivial feat for a high-school senior as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a purity ring, a symbol of her promise to her ****** that she would remain a virgin until she was married. The fact was Becky Davenport wasn’t nearly as wild as her parents thought she was... save for one thing.
The one wild streak that Becky did have, secretly, was her taste in music. Becky loved rap music, and her friend Lauren had sent her some MP3’s of an ‘underground’ rap group called “Black Phallus”. The songs were good, though pretty risque. Becky began looking for more of the songs on the internet, but had some difficulty. The few links that she found for “Black Phallus” MP3s were frequently located on porn sites for some reason. This meant that the porn-blocking software that her parents had installed on Becky’s computer prevented her from making any downloads from those locations. Black Phallus CD’s seemed impossible to find in local music stores, so Becky had to make do with the MP3s that she got from her friends. Some of the girls at school were surprised that conservative Becky Davenport had become a fan of Black Phallus. She explained that while the lyrics were shocking at first, she found them amusing... and the strong rhythm and beats made her want to dance. What she didn’t mention to her curious friends was that the songs were stirring stronger urges than just dancing... and that on the rare occasions that conservative Becky Davenport ‘touched herself’ she always had to listen to a Black Phallus song to achieve the best climax. More and more, she wanted to hear their music and learn about their group... so naturally she was thrilled when her friend Lauren came over to visit, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their music videos that had been leaked online.
“Are you sure this is really their video?” Becky asked. “I mean, its not just one of their songs mashed up with clips from a porno movie?”
“Of course not!” Lauren laughed. “Don’t you recognize B-Love in the video?”
“I dunno.” Becky pouted. “He was so dirty.”
“Yeah he was!” Lauren smirked, making an obvious insulation.
“No!” Becky blushed and laughed. “I meant he was grimey, oily... the whole ‘mechanic’ get up.”
Lauren laughed. “Yeah, I know dork, I was kidding. Look, it’s a legitimate video, I got it from their website. It’s the first one they ever did, and it got banned from VH1 and MTV after one showing.”
“That doesn’t surprise me!” Becky said, “I can’t believe they’d show something like this on VH1 or MTV. I mean... the whole running off with a man’s wife and ********...”
“Wild huh?” Lauren retorted, then added quietly. “Doesn’t it make you wonder if the rumors are true...”
“What rumors...” Becky whispered, awkwardly, knowing the rumors about black men’s endowment.
“The rumors about their songs being based on actual events.” Lauren said casually. “A mom and ******** together! Can you imagine what kind of guy would pull that off! It’s so HOT!”
“Oh...” Becky said, almost disappointed that her friend wasn’t going to talk about the other rumors, before realizing what Lauren was implying about the video they’d just seen. “Oh! Ew! The mother and ******** thing?”
“Yes!” Lauren said, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “Just imagine those guys with you and your mom Becky! She’s still pretty hot for her age!”
“GROSS!” Becky squealed.
Lauren laughed. “I’m kidding! Of course it’s all just bullshit! All these rappers are like that! They talk themselves up like some kind of super pimps. Still, I’ve heard that this video is tame compared to the others they’ve done.”
“There are more?” Becky said, almost too eagerly, “Can you download them too?” Becky tried to contain her excitement, afraid that Lauren would think her interest was less than healthy. “I mean… I’d like to see them, but you know my parents’ software blocks the site.”
Lauren didn’t seem to notice Becky’s over-enthusiasm. “No, sorry, that’s the only video they have available for download. The site says they’re saving the others for that interview.”
“What interview?” Becky asked.
“WHAT INTERVIEW!!” Lauren gasped. “Becky, are you fucking kidding me? How do you not know about the interview? I thought you said your older sister works for Jessica McFarland at KNEN?”
“Yeah, she’s her personal assistant...so?” Becky said, her eyes widening, not fully believing what her friend was saying.
“So?!” Lauren rolled her eyes. “So Black Phallus is going to appear LIVE on KNEN and be interviewed by Jessica McFarland and she didn’t mention it?”
“OMG, they are!?” Becky’s big green eyes widened. She was stunned. “No. Sarah… Sarah didn’t tell me!”
“Oh my God, what a bitch!” Lauren hissed playfully. “I can’t believe that she knows they’re your favorite group and didn’t mention that she’d probably be meeting them! Maybe she can get their autograph for you!”
Lauren nodded towards a few photos of celebrities on Becky’s wall, all which had been autographed, including one of celebrated television journalist Jessica McFarland. Sarah’s sister occasionally met celebrities at the studio, and had gotten signed photos for her sister. Becky had even met a couple of them herself, thanks to Sarah getting her a VIP pass to the studio.
“Well…” Becky bit her lower lip. “She doesn’t really know I listen to that type of music. I doubt she’d approve. You know how religious and conservative my parents are… Sarah is almost as bad.”
“Oh my God, Becky!” Lauren whispered. “You HAVE to tell her I bet Sarah will meet them! You have to tell her you want their autographs! Maybe she can even get you into the studio and meet them! Oh my God!” Lauren gasped, breathlessly before adding, in a whisper. “That would be amazing! Do you think you could get me a VIP pass too?”
“I… I don’t know… I think my parents and Sarah would flip out if they knew I listened to Black Phallus.” Still, Becky’s mind was reeling from all she was learning from her friend, and the thought of possibly meeting Black Phallus! “Wow… I just can’t believe they’re going to be on that show! It’s supposed to be like a serious news program.”
“Yeah, I know.” Lauren explained eagerly. “They’re going to go on ‘The Whole Truth’ and talk about their music being so popular in the clubs, but like how they can’t get the exposure they need to hit it big because of racism and censorship. They say they’re anxious to go on television for a ‘live no-holds barred, exclusive interview and show America and the rest of the world what Black Phallus is all about! I read all about it on their website. I suppose your web filter blocks it?”
“Yes.” Becky pouted.
“Too bad!” Lauren sighed. “Their site says the interview will be live and uncensored, and there’s some kind of special on-demand pay-per-view kind of deal. There’s supposed to be some kind of streaming video thing on their website, probably one on KNEN’s website too, but you have to pay to see it.”
Becky frowned. Her parents didn’t let her have a credit card, and certainly wouldn’t agree to pay to access a television interview with a rap group that sang almost exclusively about sex.
Lauren continued. “The site said that Black Phallus is planning to show some of their other music videos and they’ll be uncensored too! Just think, if you thought this “Wrecker” video was explicit, just imagine what the uncensored ones will be like! ”
“Oh…oh my!” Becky muttered. It was difficult for her sheltered mind to imagine how much racier the Black Phallus music videos could get after seeing the one for “The Wrecker.” Her mind began to wander, thinking about a just how sexually explicit Black Phallus might make their music videos. The thought of seeing erotic scenes unfolding while their music played excited Becky deeply. She began to blush, her face turning almost as red as her hair.
“Of course... that’s just the videos.” Lauren said, seeing her friend’s eyes widen with wonder, she decided to tease her sheltered friend a bit more. “You KNOW what supposedly happens at some of their live shows! I wonder if the interview will get wild.”
Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘wild’. On another occasion, Becky had listened intently to Lauren's story of orgies and sex parties that the rappers supposedly threw on tour, or in recording studios, or on the film set of their music videos, or onstage at concerts in front of crowded clubs. They were just silly stories, neither girl completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her thoughts were completely carried away by her hormone-fueled imagination. Becky was getting incredibly horny. Lauren was still talking, but Becky wasn’t really hearing her.
“So,” Lauren asked, “Do you want to come?”
“Wha…what?” Becky said, embarrassed.
“I said I thought you could come over to my place that night, sleep over and watch the interview on my computer.” Lauren asked more explicitly. “Unless you thin you can get us those VIP passes? What do you think?”
Becky smiled at her savvy friend. “I...I think I should call my sister!”
PART TWO: PREPARING FOR AN IN-DEPTH INTERVIEW
In the two years since her college graduation, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of most recognized and respected young women in American television journalism. She’d graduated from UCLA with the highest scores of anybody in the mass communications field, and immediately found employment with a cable news network. It was a good job too, as an “Entertainment Correspondent” she would be an on-air personality! In truth, the job probably should have gone to somebody with more experience, but Jessica had the youth and personality that the network executives had wanted, and her inexperience made her salary affordable. It also didn’t hurt that she was gorgeous, with a killer figure, flawless white complexion, dazzling smile, and big blue eyes. Her beautiful face was framed by a thick mass of wavy, silky, blonde hair that she kept cut above her neckline. Her voice was slightly high-pitched, but at the same time had a kind of soft huskiness.
With her ‘girl-next-door’ face, ‘not-so-innocent’ voice, 36c/d-28-36 figure, and her sexy outfits, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland’s entertainment news reports. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a year of her first appearance on television, Jessica McFarland was a household name. Before long, her picture graced the cover of dozens of magazines, and she received many lucrative offers for modelling and advertising work. While Jessica loved the attention, she was disappointed that it seemed to focus so much on her appearance. Money and exposure were positive, but Jessica didn’t want to act or model, she wanted to be a journalist. She started to try and play down her youthful image, and began to dress a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her famous form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff baring shirts, Jessica began wearing designer suits in dark colours. Little changed. Jessica felt more professional, but still the media, including her own network, seemed only to see a pretty face who reported on light, fluffy, entertainment news. On top of that, in spite of the fact that her presence had increased the network’s ratings ten-fold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted more money, she could take the various modelling and advertising offers that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic integrity that she desperately wanted to build.
When her contract came up for renewal at the end of one year, Jessica tried to negotiate for more money and more say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do more in-depth interviews, with edgier, more controversial celebrities. The network however, being rather conservative, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the young ‘entertainment correspondent’. Jessica was trapped. While it was true that she could resign, and seek greener pastures, she didn’t dare leave the network without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her public was fickle and had a short-term memory. With her husband Billy out of work, and the economy being what it was, Jessica didn’t like the idea of being without a job when she’d been so close to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another year, she received a phone call from a rival network, KNEN.
KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar deal as the host of a news program for their new entertainment-oriented news network. In addition to a hefty new salary, Jessica would get a personal assistant and perhaps eventually a full staff at her disposal. What’s more, becoming the main anchor of a show would give Jessica the opportunity to propose story ideas, and to do in-depth interviews with controversial entertainment figures. It was still technically ‘only’ an entertainment news program, but nobody at the network would be looking down on her for reporting on that subject because the whole network was dedicated to covering the entertainment industry. There was little risk in taking the job. The network was going to pay her half of a year’s salary up front, no strings attached, so even if the network didn’t survive, she’d still have that money, and the experience. The incentives were countless. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to hire her husband, Billy, for a cushy job with their network. That clinched it. Jessica could tell that this network, unlike her current employer, would give her the treat her like the valuable asset she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the network that made her famous, and took the offer from KNEN, King Network Entertainment News.
KNEN had appeared on the media scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly wealthy and powerful network. They targeted what some perceived to be an audience often neglected by the news media… minority and youth markets. To appeal to this audience, KNEN combined serious current affairs reporting with an edgy youthful image, and employed a youthful, minority-oriented staff to support that image. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that black males seemed to comprise the majority of the chief executive staff. Jessica was happy to be working for such a progressive network. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a queen. She always had fresh fruit and bottled Caribbean spring water in her dressing room. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her public popularity remained quite high. The only thing that wasn’t going well for her was her sex life. Strangely, in the year they’d been working at KNEN, Billy seemed less and less interested in making love to his beautiful, successful wife.
Billy McFarland, too, always had a healthy supply of bottled water in his office, but unlike his wife, Billy was not happy at KNEN. First he didn’t understand what his new job was supposed to be. All he knew was that he was going to be making more money, and that the work would be ‘easier’ since his employment was basically a gratuity to his wife. Then there were his co-workers. Billy hadn’t realized that he’d have to work with so many blacks! Billy had always thought of blacks as lazy, and his employees were no exception. He tried to console himself with the fact that he was their supervisor, but whenever he tried to delegate jobs to his staff, he was ignored. Because of this, Billy was tied to his desk day after day, often working late nights, doing the work that he was unable to delegate, yet responsible to see done.
Billy wanted to complain to his supervisors, but they were all black men. He couldn’t even bring himself to tell Jessica. Billy felt completely helpless, inadequate, and exhausted. To make matters worse, Jessica’s happiness with her new job seemed to make her more and more sexually aggressive. She seemed to want sex almost every night, and Billy’s exhaustion and stress kept him from keeping up with her demands. He hadn’t been able to make love to his young, sexy wife more than twice since the move to KNEN six months ago. Billy knew that he was the only thing that wasn’t working out for his wife, and he hated himself for it.
Jessica, meanwhile, went to bed every night confused and saddened by her husband’s sudden lack of interest in her body... confused, saddened, and unsatisfied. She could tell there was something wrong, but as much as she loved Billy, and as eager as she was for their sex life to return to normal, she didn’t have time to find out what the problem was. There were other matters on her mind. Namely, her upcoming interview with the controversial rap group, “Black Phallus”.
“Black Phallus” was incredibly hot on the club circuit and among teens and college students, but it was never heard on the radio or seen on television because the group’s controversial nature. This wasn’t particularly unusual for some gangsta rap artists whose lyrics created images of extreme violence. What was unusual was that Black Phallus’s lyrics weren’t controversial because of violent imagery, but because of their sexually explicit nature. The few music videos the group made were rumored to be practically pornographic. Only one of their videos had ever been aired on television, on one of the cable music networks, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that debacle, Black Phallus refused to allow any channel to air their videos unless they were uncensored. The music video channels refused to air the videos without some edits for explicit content, and thus, the other Black Phallus videos were never aired. They didn’t even make their videos available on their own website, with the exception of “The Wrecker”, the video that had aired (in censored form) on television.
In spite of all the controversy and inaccessibility of their music, the group had managed to become very popular in underground circles, and beginning to have an impact on popular culture. Thus every magazine, television program, and news network remotely connected with the entertainment industry wanted an interview, yet nobody could ever seem to get one. And then, as the story went, KNEN scored the impossible. Black Phallus agreed to an exclusive interview.
From what Jessica had been told, the agreement with the group had been reached after weeks of extensive, secret negotiations with KNEN executives. The negotiations were so secret that even after weeks of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprise when she was told that they’d agreed to an exclusive interview. She was even more surprised to discover that she would be the one expected to conduct the interview, and that she had only three days to prepare! Jessica knew that this would be her first, best chance to show that she could be a truly provocative journalist, rather than just some desk-bound eye candy. As exciting as this prospect was, Jessica felt incredibly nervous about the interview. Aside from this being her first major ‘news’ interview, she’d had very little time to do any research on the group. Information was limited, since no interviews had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of trouble tracking down a copy of the group’s CD and videos, before one was finally provided to her by Black Phallus’s record label, Ingredient X.
Then of course, Jessica was worried about the concessions and agreements that KNEN had been forced to make, before the controversial group would agree to be interviewed. The network wanted an exclusive, no holds barred interview with the rap group, a live studio performance, and the right to show any or all of the never-before-seen music videos that the group had produced. In exchange for this, the group demanded that KNEN dedicate a whole ‘prime time’ evening to “Black Phallus”, whether or not the whole of the evening was used by the interview. In addition to this, the group demanded that there be absolutely no censorship of any kind on the interview, nor on the music videos. Further, the group also wanted their own engineers to man studio’s equipment, so that much of the normal KNEN studio crew would not be present. What was more, due to the controversial and inflammatory nature of some of their lyrics and political views, the group insisted on extra security measures, including security control of the studio for members of their own security team. Finally, the group demanded that the interview be conducted by a certain date, due to their tight schedule. This last condition had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three days to prepare for her interview. Being a hip, edgy, minority-oriented cable news network, KNEN was in a position to satisfy the group’s demands. The major sticking point the network had supposedly had was the censorship issue. To avoid any possible FCC obscenity violations and issues, the network had suggested the idea of the pay-per-view interview with a ‘possible explicit content’ warning that the content may be of a “graphic or sexually explicit nature, and inappropriate for those under eighteen years of age, and some other viewers”.
There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members section of KNEN’s site, and Black Phallus’s website, with the same obscenity warnings. Of course everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial group an uncensored broadcast, KNEN was practically inviting the rap group to perform some kind of outrageous publicity stunt. Even if the avoided FCC fines, they risked millions of dollars worth of lawsuits and sponsor losses. In spite of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the exclusive interview would be worth the risks involved. So it was that all of the group's conditions were met, and the interview was set up.
At least, this was the official story of how the deal was reached.
The truth was that both Black Phallus’s record label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the same organization, Solomon King’s Ebony & Ivory Enterprises, Inc. To help obscure this connection from the journalistic prowess of certain reporters, the only interview that Black Phallus would be able to do would be on KNEN. E&I secretly owned several businesses, all with one major agenda, the sexual dominance of black men over white women. For the most part, E&I controlled businesses were very subtle in their advancement of the agenda. E&I produced the chemical, “X-serum”, to enhance black men’s physique and sexual power.
E&I also produced the dual-purpose chemical, “Xcite”, to cause an almost uncontrollable sexual arousal in women, and cause impotence among men. The bottled water with which Jessica’s refrigerator was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was Billy’s water. This was standard operational procedure. Over the years E&I had used these chemicals to quietly conquer individual women and even whole businesses, and then use them to produce interracial pornography or other materials to advance E&I’s agenda. For security purposes, none of the apparently ‘legitimate’ businesses that E&I created or controlled could be directly connected to E&I. As a result, E&I businesses operated with thousands of employees, many of whom had no idea who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E&I’s agenda. The only connection between these businesses and E&I was that their topmost executives were all X-serum-enhanced black men, and trusted lieutenants to Solomon King. This way, all of the businesses could be directed for E&I’s collective benefit.
Black Phallus’s record label, IngredientX, fit into E&I’s agenda by releasing sexually explicit rap music, with interracial themes. The plan was that the angry young black males and rebellious white youths that listened to rap music would hear this message over and over through the music, and would be psychologically conditioned to believe every word of it. Black males would become more sexually aggressive, and be encouraged pursue sexual encounters with white women. White males would begin to see black males as sexual superiors, and feel embarrassed about their sexual inadequacies and small penises. White girls who heard the music would begin to see white males as unworthy and black males as the most desirable sexual specimens.
Black Phallus was the anchor of the Ingredient X label. The group was comprised of chemically enhanced black men, part of E&I, who also happened to be talented performers. Every song on their CD, “Only Natural”, was dedicated to promoting the sexual power of black men, and subverting white male sexuality. The philosophy that the group advocated was that black men were the sexual alpha males of the human race. As such, black males had the right to fuck and breed any woman, every woman, they wanted… even married women, and especially white women. What better way to prove their claims than by seducing a beloved, married American icon on television? So it was that Black Phallus’s first exclusive interview would be granted to fellow E&I subsidiary, KNEN, and its star reporter, the beautiful Jessica McFarland!
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"Ms. McFarland?" Sarah Davenport smiled as she poked her head around her boss's open office door; "I have those unedited copies of the “Black Phallus” CD and music videos you wanted to see. Where should I put them?”
Jessica looked up from her young assistant and smiled, mutely saying 'thank you' and pointing to a pile of documents on the left of her desk. Sarah put the material on top of the document stack. Before Sarah left the room Jessica motioned for her to stay.
Sarah Davenport was Jessica's personal assistant. Jessica had personally hired Sarah immediately after getting her job at KNEN. At a glance, Sarah looked a bit bookish or geeky. She was slender, in her mid twenties, with long dark-blonde hair that she usually wore tied back with a large bow or ribbon. She dressed conservatively, wearing dark colors, buttoned-up collars, and a rather unfashionable style of glasses. Although she might have behaved and dressed in conservatively, her beauty and figure were very noticeable to the men around the office. Sarah never gave their attentions a second thought though, as she was very conservative and engaged to be married. She was kind of an innocent, but quite bright, with an excellent disposition and a knack for anticipating Jessica's needs. They had formed a close, sister-like bond in the few months they’d worked together. They were on first name terms, though Sarah thought it important to refer to Jessica as “Ms. McFarland” while they were at work. Anything less might undermine Jessica’s authority, and Sarah was very loyal to Jessica, and wanted to make sure she never harmed Jessica’s career that way. Sarah took a seat and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her telephone conversation.
"Yes... yes that will be fine.” Jessica spoke into the phone, “Just so you understand, I won't be here myself, I'm in a meeting for the rest of the day, but I'm sure Sarah can accommodate you. Okay, that will be fine then. Bye."
Jessica put the receiver down and turned to her lovely young assistant.
“I just wanted to let you know,” Sarah said, “that I’ve taken care of everything else on today's 'to-do' list.”
“Thank you Sarah.” Jessica smiled, “Have you had any luck in your problems with the computer?"
Jessica had been listening to her assistant moaning in frustration for much of the day. It was funny to listen to her. Sarah was a religious girl and never swore. She never used the Lord’s name in vain either. She didn’t even say “Darn” or “Heck”. So, whenever Sarah got angry, she just made incoherent groans, sighs, moans, and grunts of frustration.
"No, not yet.” The pretty blonde assistant smiled weakly. She felt lucky to be an assistant for somebody who was understanding and appreciative of their assistant's problems. “I'm sure I can solve it on my own. I don’t like calling tech support... those big guys messing around under my desk while I’m working makes me uncomfortable. I'll have time to work it while you’re at your meeting... which reminds me... isn't it about time for you to get going?"
Jessica glanced at the clock. "Yes, just about, but before I go I need you to do one more thing for me today.”
“Yes?” Sarah asked.
“You know the interview with Black Phallus is tomorrow night? Some of their representatives are coming by to check out the studio. I need you to show them around. I promised them personal attention by a valued employee, and not some intern."
Sarah paused for a second. "Yes, I can do that.... but... well... do you know who, exactly, will I be dealing with?"
Jessica saw the strained expression on Sarah’s face. "I think it’s just a couple of their producers. Why?"
"I'm sorry Ms. McFarland," Sarah interrupted, "I don't mean to be difficult...it's just...that group. They have a reputation... I’m a little worried about who I’d be meeting with...”
Jessica leaned forward and took her assistant's hand. "You know that this is a very important coup for our network. I need you to support me here Sarah. Put on a brave face, flash them that winning smile of yours, and you'll be fine! Besides, you know how these groups are, its probably all just a bunch of shock value hype and image anyway. It's okay, honestly, it will be fine." It was easy for Jessica to say. She hadn’t listened to the CD yet, or seen the videos, and she’d been unable to acquire copies until late in her research.
"I guess so,” Sarah said. “I can’t believe they only gave you two days to do research for this interview though!”
Jessica shrugged, “That’s the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes, when an interview is as big news as this one is, we have to make sacrifices to get the first crack at the story. The group had only had a couple of evenings free to dedicate to this interview, so this is when it has to be! I’m just glad I had two days!”
The story about Black Phallus’s limited availability was a concoction made up by E&I. The real reason that Jessica was being limited to two days of research time was a security precaution. Jessica was a good journalist, and Solomon King wanted to make sure there was little or no chance for her to find a connection between her own employer, and the controversial rap group.
“It’s still not a lot of time,” Sarah added. “Have you listened to any of their so-called music yet?”
“No, I haven’t had time yet.” Jessica responded. “Have you heard anything?”
“Yes, just once. I was with my sister, and we were listening to some MP3s that a friend of hers had given her. One of those... songs...came up. It was obscene! I couldn’t believe it. I mean, what would our father say if he knew she liked music like that?”
Jessica knew that Sarah was very sensitive about vulgarity and sexually explicit material, and had always attributed it to her religious upbringing. But hearing that Sarah’s younger sister grew up in the same household and enjoyed this controversial music genuinely surprised Jessica. “You said that your sister actually liked their music?”
“Yes, she did!” Sarah exclaimed. “She denied it at the time, said that the MP3 was included with the others by mistake, but she called me the other night and told me that she’d heard about this interview and asked me if I could get her and her friend into the studio that night! As if I would be a party to her listening to that filth! Then she begged me! She whined that they were her favourite music group! She actually wanted to meet these disgusting thugs and get their autographs!”
“Oh, I’m so sorry Sarah!” Jessica said, “With all the delicate negotiations around this interview, I doubt we can have a VIP guest in the studio that night. Security is going to be extra tight when these guys are here, and the group will have their own security as well.”
“Oh no, don’t worry about that, I already told her no!” Sarah interrupted. “I know we’re airing their videos during the show and those things are supposedly almost pornographic. I don’t want my sister seeing that filth, or meeting those creeps. I can’t believe she asked me to do that. My parents would never forgive me if I helped expose her to any more of that filth!”
“It’s probably for the best you refused to let her come.” Jessica said. “Did you know that group’s demographic bracket is expanding exponentially to include white females age 18 to 25.”
“Yes, I saw that in the research too!” Sarah huffed. “I can’t believe the garbage that girls her age listen to!”
“I don’t understand it either.” Jessica admitted, “All the research I’ve done so far talks about how explicit their music is, and there are rumors that some of the videos are practically pornographic. I’m not looking forward to reviewing them, but I know the network agreed to air them uncensored.”
“It’s disgusting!” Sarah shook her head. “I can’t believe they agreed to that!”
“That’s not the half of it!” Jessica sighed. “The studio’s agreement with Black Phallus allows for nudity, profanity, and sexual acts during the whole broadcast. In fact, the whole broadcast will be completely uncensored with the exception of the mature content disclaimers and a hand full of commercials, and those are being scrictly scheduled. That’s why we have to have it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The network makes no guarantee of the nature of the broadcast’s contents. Anything and everything that happens on camera during the interview will be aired!”
“But...” Sarah said...”what if they try something? The research I gave you said they like to stage publicity stunts. They expose themselves at concerts... sometimes they bring women from the audience up on stage and... and...”
“I know,” Jessica interrupted, “I know. The network warned me that they might try and pull something. In fact the network is counting on it. They’re even airing disclaimers in the pay-per-view ads. It's all about sensationalism. An uncensored television broadcast would give these guys the perfect opportunity to stage a very visible stunt. The bosses assured me that I won’t be in any real danger, so they asked me to play along for as long as I could."
Like the reports about Black Phallus’s limited availability, the reports about their demands for uncensored air time was also a cover story. Solomon King was the one who wanted the uncensored broadcast. It was E&I that decided on the pay-per-view television format and the web simulcast. Such broadcasts, with strong disclaimers, would allow them to broadcast sexually explicit music videos, free of FCC intervention. Of course, it would allow them to broadcast any sexually explicit content... not just from the music videos, but also anything that might transpire in the news studio. Even if the FCC did get involved, any fine they levied would easily be paid by video sales of that very broadcast!
“And you’re okay with this?” Sarah asked incredulously. "Aren’t you worried? What will you do if they... you know?"
“Not really,” Jessica drew a deep breath. The truth was, she was a little worried, but was forcing herself to remain calm. “But I’m a professional journalist, but these guys are getting to be a BIG, and landing the first IN-DEPTH interview with them is a HUGE opportunity, for all of us! An interview with a group this controversial could really put us on the map! Don't worry, I’m KNEN’s star reporter, the network is not about to let me come to any harm!"
"I hope you’re right. Still... after all you’ve told me, I’m really relieved that Becky won’t be there!”
“Your parents and little sister are lucky that you’re so good at looking out for her.” Jessica smiled. She suddenly noticed something glittering on Sarah’s finger. "Oh! I is that your engagement ring? I’ve been dying to see it ever since you told me!”
“Yes!” Sarah beamed, happy to change the subject from those awful black rappers to her recent engagement. “I finally got it back from the jewellers. It took them forever to fit the ring to my finger!”
"It’s so beautiful!" Jessica gasped, studying the ring. It was not a typical engagement band. It was a stunning ****** heirloom in gold, platinum, and diamonds. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a delicate gold pattern. This delicate pattern had been the cause of the ring's lengthy fitting adjustment. "How long did you say it had been in Brad’s ******?”
"He said about a hundred and fifty years!" Sarah exclaimed excitedly. "He was going to wait until the wedding to present it to me, but he said he was just that certain that I was the one! It’s so gorgeous! I’m never ever going to take it off!"
"He must love you very much!" Jessica grinned. She was so happy for her assistant. It was so nice to see a sweet girl so in love with a nice man. “I’m sure you’ll be very happy together!”
“I hope so.” smiled Sarah, “I love Brad. I hope I can make him happy. He’s been so patient with me... with my beliefs I mean.”
Sarah didn’t believe in pre-marital sex, and Brad had very patiently respected her beliefs. Sarah and Brad had been dating for four years, since college. The one and only time that Sarah had ever considered letting Brad take her virginity was the night he proposed... and even then she decided against it. Brad had to settle for a hand-job instead. She’d given him a few more hand-jobs since their engagement, but she never went any farther than that. She never felt the urge to do so... until recently.
Recently the natural sexual urges that she’d so easily suppressed since her teen years had grown incredibly strong. She didn’t fully understand why, and could only imagine that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was anxious to give herself to him. Sarah counted herself lucky that he’d had to go on a business trip to Europe for a few months. She would have hated to give in to her urges so close to her wedding day! Still, Sarah’s desperate horniness had only gotten worse since Brad’s departure two months ago... and it would be another two months before he returned! Every night she went to sleep thinking about her wedding night. What she would do to him... what he would to to her... what they would do...together.
“It’s been difficult for me sometimes...especially lately,” Sarah continued her mind wandering to her recent desires and recently frequent thoughts of sex. “But as hard as it is for me, it must be worse for Brad. As difficult as it is to follow them sometimes, these are my beliefs. I mean, believe that my body is a temple, and that my virginity is a gift to precious to be given away before marriage. I’m not having sex before marriage because I believe its wrong. The only reason Brad’s not having sex before marriage is because I refuse him. I won’t have sex... and he can’t because I can’t. It must be really difficult for him. But he’s going to be so thrilled that we waited!”
Jessica was barely listening to Sarah’s. She was gathering some documents for her meeting.
“I know how he feels! I’m in the same boat right now with Billy.” Jessica absent-mindedly responded, reflecting on her husband’s impotence.
“What?” Sarah turned to her boss, furrowing her brow in confusion. “What did you say?”
Jessica realized too late what she had said. She couldn’t believe she’d been that careless! Billy would be humiliated if he knew that she’d told anybody about his recent ‘problems’. No matter how frustrating her husband’s impotence had become, she shouldn’t be mentioning it to her young secretary!
“Oh,” Jessica blurted, quickly trying to cover her indiscretion. “Nothing! I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“Is something wrong?” Sarah asked, innocently. She had no clue why Jessica had suddenly become so flustered.
“I’m sorry Sarah,” Jessica said, grabbing up her briefcase. “I’d like to continue our chat, but I’m going to be late for that meeting.”
“Maybe we can talk afterwards...” Sarah suggested.
“Actually,” Jessica said, “the meeting could run a little long. I might not even be back in the office today.” There was no way Jessica wanted to continue the conversation. She didn’t want to risk re-opening the subject she had barely closed. Billy’s impotence had become a source of creeping and intense frustration for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the secret slip. She wasn’t about to take that risk again.
“Okay,” Sarah shrugged. “I guess I’ll just go back to working on that computer problem then. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Jessica approached the door, but briefly turned back to her assistant. “Sarah, I know you’re concerned about those guys from Onyx Records coming tonight. Don’t worry about it. Just behave professionally, and I’m sure they’ll behave and treat you appropriately. If they don’t let me know! Answer any questions they have, help them out anyway you can, and lock up afterwards. Okay?”
Sarah smiled brightly. “Thanks Mrs. McFarland... Jessica! I’m sure it’ll be okay.”
With that Jessica was out the door and on her way to her meeting.
Sarah really looked up to Jessica. The two of them had grown quite close, working together in their few months and long hours at KNEN. Jessica was a mentor to Sarah. Sarah looked up to Jessica, hoping that one day, she might be able to anchor a news program, and just like Jessica did! Jessica had a great career, and a great marriage…
Of course... things weren’t quite as they seemed. Thanks to Billy’s impotence, Jessica was just as sexually frustrated as her virginal assistant, Sarah. And none of them knew that all of these problems were caused by the same thing... The bottled water they drank every day, supplied by KNEN, was tainted with Xcite.
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Sarah was in her small office, adjacent to Jessica’s, running diagnostic programs on her computer for much of the day. Nothing she tried seemed to work, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her computer when there was a knock at her door.
Sarah opened the door to find two very large, very muscular, very black gentlemen towering in front of her. One wore a black suit, the other was wearing a silky black shirt and baggy pants outfit, almost like pyjamas. He also wore a pair of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a strange chain necklace made up of delicate, somewhat asymmetrical links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn’t help but find both of the men very handsome. In addition to their height, the men were both very muscular. Their skin was a flawless, rich, warm, chocolate brown. Their cologne was intoxicating.
“Excuse me,” the man in the suit said smoothly, “I’m looking for a Miss Sarah Davenport, is that you?”
“Y..yes.” Sarah stammered, her bright green eyes darting from one dark face to the other. The other man stood, silent and expressionless, his eyes hidden by the stylized sunglasses he wore. Sarah stared up at the two men towering over her. There was an awkward silence until the man in the suit finally spoke.
“My name is Tom Watkins, I’m a representative for Black Phallus. I believe you were expecting us.”
“YES! Right! Of course… um…” Sarah babbled. She winced at her own strange behaviour. She suddenly felt that familiar lonely longing for her fiancé that she’d been feeling over the last couple of months. What was coming over her? There was an awkward silence while Sarah tried to gather her thoughts. She absent-mindedly began to fidget with her engagement ring.
“Nice ring.” The formerly silent giant finally spoke! He kept his voice low, quiet, but it was very deep… and somehow, it sounded almost malevolent.
“Oh!” Sarah blushed, holding the ring up for the men to see. “Thank you! I just got engaged a few months ago.” For some reason, Sarah felt almost ashamed to admit to these two beautiful men that she was engaged to be married.
Silently, the giant slowly reached out and gently took Sarah’s tiny white hand in his giant black palm. Firmly, he held her hand while he examined down at the ring on her finger... at least he appeared to be looking at the ring. Sarah couldn’t tell, thanks to his mirror-lens glasses. He turned to Tom and nodded slowly, then turned back to look at Sarah’s ring.
Tom spoke now. “It certainly is lovely. Just as lovely as you Miss Davenport!”
The giant didn’t let go of Sarah’s hand. He continued to hold it up, gently stroking her palm with his strong fingers while he continued silently admiring her engagement ring... Sarah was hesitant to pull her hand away, and was afraid to speak to the giant man holding her hand. She just looked at him...looking at her ring... The three were silent for several seconds before Sarah worked up the nerve to speak to Tom Watkins. Still... she couldn’t take her eyes off the jewellery-admiring giant holding her hand.
“Ms. McFarland asked me to show you guys around the studio. Is there anything in particular you’d like to see?
“Yes.” The giant said, letting go of Sarah’s hand.
Sarah shivered, but kept smiling brightly as she lowered her hand. It was shaking. She waited for the man to elaborate, but he didn’t, so she was forced to ask for clarification. “What is it that you need me to show you?”
“Everything.” He responded simply. Again, he did not elaborate. Sarah shivered, she felt a tingling in her groin... the same one she’d felt the night Brad had proposed. The same one that had been building up over the last few weeks. The same...but stronger.
“We need to inspect your equipment,” Watkins interjected, smiling, “ We have to make sure everything you have is compatible with Black Phallus’s needs, for tomorrow night’s studio performance.”
“Certainly…” Sarah croaked. “I’m sure you’ll find everything you need here. If not, I’ll be happy to try and satisfy any requests you might have.”
“I’m sure you will, Ms. Davenport.” The man with the sunglasses said quietly.
“Is there anything else I can help you with?” Sarah bit her lower lip gently... Her eyes were glued to the blank black lenses on the blank black face of the second man. He smelled so good!
“…Anything at all?”
“Most definitely,” the second man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily step backward into her office, “I have a large piece of gear that I need you to help me test tonight. It could take much of the night, but I trust I can count on your complete co-operation.”
“Of course,” Sarah smiled, almost as if in a trance, still staring into the highly reflective lenses of the second man’s sunglasses. She was captivated by her reflection... her delicate white features framed and overwhelmed by his masculine black features. “I’m here to see that all your needs are met. I want to help you in any way that I can.”
“Of course you do!” The man said, placing his large black hands on either side of Sarah’s soft white face. He continued moving forward, gently compelling Sarah to move backwards into her office. Tom followed the two of them inside, the door closed behind them.
That door was still closed 3 hours later, when Jessica returned from her meeting. In her rush to get out the office that afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the “Black Phallus” videos behind. She picked up the box with the videos and was walking past Sarah’s office door, and heard the unmistakable sounds of her young assistant moaning and swearing, coming from inside. Jessica shook her head and smiled at her assistant’s stubborn streak. No doubt, Sarah was still having problems with her computer and was still trying to fix it herself!
Jessica briefly thought about popping in to say hello, but quickly changed her mind. Sarah sounded busy, and Jessica didn’t want to risk picking up the awkward conversation she’d nearly started that afternoon. She’d come too close to talking about her husband’s very personal problem!
Jessica hated finding herself fixating on Billy’s recent inadequacy again, but she couldn’t help it. It had been months since the two of them were intimate, and researching Black Phallus’s sexually explicit lyrics had only heightened Jessica’s sexual tension. Even talking about sex in vague terms seemed to make her long for a fucking that she hadn’t been able to get in months... and wouldn’t be getting in the foreseeable future. She knew there was something causing Billy stress, but he wouldn’t tell her anything. Damn him! Why couldn’t he perform? No… no that wasn’t fair. Billy was her husband, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.
Jessica put thoughts of her marriage out of her head and started to thumb through some of the research as she waited for the elevator. She continued doing this as she stepped onto the elevator and let the doors close behind her. Seconds later... in that darkened hallway... at the end of the day... another scream of pleasure erupted from Sarah Davenport’s office!
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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah’s door, she would have been shocked by the sight. The office was a mess. Papers had been thrown around the room. The computer, that had been giving Sarah so much trouble throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in pieces on the floor. On Sarah’s desk, in place of the discarded computer, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, naked mass of black and white lust...
“OH.....OH GOD...OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST...YES!! FUCK YES!!!” screamed Sarah Davenport as she felt the massive black cock pushing deeper and deeper into her recently virginal white pussy. She would have been virtually unrecognizable to anybody who knew her.
Gone was the demure, young, virginal bride-to-be. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted hair and a pair of fogged-up glasses on her pretty white face. Her beautiful white body, normally so-carefully covered by her conservative clothing, was now covered only by a thin layer of glistening sweat that caused her smooth white skin to shine like wet alabaster.
Sarah’s naked white body was bent over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his erect black cock between Sarah’s full, soft, white breasts. He pushed her tits together around his thick black shaft, using her soft white flesh to pleasure himself... as she kissed and sucked the swollen black cock-head sticking up between her breasts. Behind Sarah, the big black in the sunglasses (whose name Sarah still didn’t know) had his big black hands on her tiny white waste, and was mercilessly thrusting inch after inch of his massive black cock into the pretty white assistant.
Just five hours earlier that day, Sarah Davenport was touting her beliefs. Her body was a temple. Her virginity was a gift to be given only to the man she would marry... Brad...the man whom had patiently respected her beliefs for the four years that they had been dating. Now, Sarah Davenport was happily and voraciously servicing the two massive black studs she’d met only hours later that day...letting them use her body as a plaything for their amusement. It felt so right... truer than any belief she’d ever held.
“OH DEAR FUCKING GOD!” Sarah swore. “OH SWEET JESUS...FUCK ME...FUCK ME!!!” This was another ‘immoral’ behavior that the previously prim-and-proper religious girl had learned to appreciate in the last few hours...
“SHIT THIS BITCH IS FUCKING TIGHT!!” The nameless big black in the sunglasses said as he continued relentlessly pounding Sarah’s pussy.
“I...” Sarah gasped between thrusts...”told...you...I ...was...a...virgin!”
The blacks laughed...
”And tell us again,” Watkins asked. “how recently was that baby?”
“Just... today...” Sarah gasped... sucking on Watkins cock while the cock in her pussy pushed deeper and deeper...harder and faster...
“And...when were you gonna get married?”
“THIS...” Sarah screamed during another invasive thrust...”... this JU-OOH-OOH-UNE!”
The blacks laughed again...
“How long have you been dating your fiancé?” The nameless stud asked. “Tell me... how long has that poor dumb whiteboy been waiting to fuck THIS pussy that I’m FUCKING RIGHT NOW WITH MY BIG NIGGA COCK?
“Four....YEARS....” gasped the sweating white slut.
“Four years WHAT?” the black demanded.
“FOUR....YEARS.... SIR!!” Sarah added.
“And how long after we met you did it take us for US to get our big black cocks in you? Four MINUTES?”
“YESSS!!!!”
“How long you been saving yourself again?”
“Twent-EEEEE” Sarah squealed as the black in the sunglasses increased the pace of his thrusts. “TWEN-TEE-FOUR...YEARS!” she gasped.
“So tell me, Sarah,” Watkins asked, “were we worth the wait?” The blacks laughed again...
As the blacks laughed at their own joke question, Sarah Davenport let out a blood-curdling scream of orgasm. She had waited twenty-four years to give herself to the man she would marry. Her fiancé had waited four years to be that man. Just about six months before the big day... she gave it up to two black men in barely four minutes!
“YES!!! IT WAS WORTH IT!! I’m glad I saved myself!.... FOR YOU!! AND YOUR BIG BLACK COCKS!!”
“Then tell us slut!” The black pussy-fucker ordered, “tell us again what you were before you met us, how long you waited, FOR US to take your virginity months before your wedding!”
“Aww yeah... say it again baby!” Watkins told her.
“I....was... UNGH...” Sarah grunted as the big black cock bottomed-out in her cervix... “OH GOD... I...was...a virgin... saved... myself for... twenty... five years....OHHHHHH-waiting for my wedding... six months to go... I met you...fucked me... with your big...black...cocks...!
“AGAIN!” the black fucking her pussy ordered.
“I...was...a... virgin... before... your... big... black... cocks!”
“LOUDER BITCH!” the black fucking her yelled... “I want to cum in your pussy while you scream that shit!!”
“OH FUCK YES!!! YES SIR!!f” Sarah cried...somehow, that was the sexiest idea she’d ever heard in her life. “I...WAS...A ....VIRGIN BEFORE YOUR BIG BLACK COCKS!!!
Sarah screamed it again and again while the nameless black stud fucked her pussy, and Tom Watkins fuked her mouth and tits. As they wanted, she was still screaming the first thick jets of Watkins’ hot cum blasted her pretty white face. She was still screaming it through cum-covered lips when she felt the nameless stud’s cock shooting its hot, potent seed into her no-longer virginal white pussy.
As Sarah basked in the afterglow of her intense deflowering, the two studs filled her in on a few details of what they wanted to do for the interview broadcast. Sarah was shocked by their plan, but felt compelled to cooperate.
“Help us out with this,” Watkins said, “and you’ll get plenty more black cock...starting tonight!”
“I’m in!” Sarah smiled weakly, her face smeared with cum.
“Good girl.” Watkins smiled. “My boy and I are going to get some friends to help us set up some equipment tonight. We’ll be back later to get some more of that sweet white pussy. You might want to clean this room up a little bit.”
“Yes sir.” Sarah gasped, breathlessly.
The two black studs threw some clothes on and left the room. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a minute before she rose on weak legs and surveyed the chaos of her office. She saw a photo of her herself, her parents, and her sister, lying on the floor. She stared at her sister’s smiling face. She thought about how Becky was so desperate to meet the Black Phallus rappers. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP pass to the studio the next night. Then she thought about what would happen to Becky if she had granted that request, and that thought turned her on!
Sarah now knew exactly what the group had planned. This was why studio security wasn’t allowing VIP passes that night, they didn’t want anything to risk disrupting the plan. Sarah dared not do anything to jeopardize her new friends’ plans, so she realized she probably couldn’t get her sister into the studio that night. Still, the was something she could do for Becky... something she felt compelled to do for her sister.
Sarah picked up her phone, laying on the floor with the receiver off cradle and emitting an obnoxious beeping that indicated the line was disconnected. She reset the disconnect button, and punched in a phone number. Becky’s voicemail answered, so Sarah started to leave a message.
“Hi, Becky. It’s your sister. Look, I just wanted to apologize. I was wrong.” Sarah paused for a moment. Sarah didn’t want to just come right out and say why she changed her mind... she didn’t want to say that they’d fucked her senseless, turning her from a virgin to a black-cock-loving-slut in a matter of hours. “I met with some representatives from that rap group you like. I learned a lot about Black Phallus that I never knew before! They made me cum… come to the conclusion that I was wrong about them. I understand now...why you find them so...fascinating. Security is just too tight for me to get you a VIP pass but I really want to make sure you see this interview so I’m going to e-mail you my credit card number so that you can order it on pay-per-view or watch online. I’ll try and get their autographs for you too.”
Sarah thought for a moment longer. She really wanted to do better for her sister. She wanted to get her some black cock. “Becky... make sure you keep your phone on you that night. Maybe I can arrange something else for you. Bye for now”
With her ‘girl-next-door’ face, ‘not-so-innocent’ voice, 36c/d-28-36 figure, and her sexy outfits, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland’s entertainment news reports. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a year of her first appearance on television, Jessica McFarland was a household name. Before long, her picture graced the cover of dozens of magazines, and she received many lucrative offers for modelling and advertising work. While Jessica loved the attention, she was disappointed that it seemed to focus so much on her appearance. Money and exposure were positive, but Jessica didn’t want to act or model, she wanted to be a journalist. She started to try and play down her youthful image, and began to dress a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her famous form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff baring shirts, Jessica began wearing designer suits in dark colours. Little changed. Jessica felt more professional, but still the media, including her own network, seemed only to see a pretty face who reported on light, fluffy, entertainment news. On top of that, in spite of the fact that her presence had increased the network’s ratings ten-fold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted more money, she could take the various modelling and advertising offers that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic integrity that she desperately wanted to build.
When her contract came up for renewal at the end of one year, Jessica tried to negotiate for more money and more say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do more in-depth interviews, with edgier, more controversial celebrities. The network however, being rather conservative, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the young ‘entertainment correspondent’. Jessica was trapped. While it was true that she could resign, and seek greener pastures, she didn’t dare leave the network without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her public was fickle and had a short-term memory. With her husband Billy out of work, and the economy being what it was, Jessica didn’t like the idea of being without a job when she’d been so close to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another year, she received a phone call from a rival network, KNEN.
KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar deal as the host of a news program for their new entertainment-oriented news network. In addition to a hefty new salary, Jessica would get a personal assistant and perhaps eventually a full staff at her disposal. What’s more, becoming the main anchor of a show would give Jessica the opportunity to propose story ideas, and to do in-depth interviews with controversial entertainment figures. It was still technically ‘only’ an entertainment news program, but nobody at the network would be looking down on her for reporting on that subject because the whole network was dedicated to covering the entertainment industry. There was little risk in taking the job. The network was going to pay her half of a year’s salary up front, no strings attached, so even if the network didn’t survive, she’d still have that money, and the experience. The incentives were countless. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to hire her husband, Billy, for a cushy job with their network. That clinched it. Jessica could tell that this network, unlike her current employer, would give her the treat her like the valuable asset she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the network that made her famous, and took the offer from KNEN, King Network Entertainment News.
KNEN had appeared on the media scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly wealthy and powerful network. They targeted what some perceived to be an audience often neglected by the news media… minority and youth markets. To appeal to this audience, KNEN combined serious current affairs reporting with an edgy youthful image, and employed a youthful, minority-oriented staff to support that image. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that black males seemed to comprise the majority of the chief executive staff. Jessica was happy to be working for such a progressive network. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a queen. She always had fresh fruit and bottled Caribbean spring water in her dressing room. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her public popularity remained quite high. The only thing that wasn’t going well for her was her sex life. Strangely, in the year they’d been working at KNEN, Billy seemed less and less interested in making love to his beautiful, successful wife.
Billy McFarland, too, always had a healthy supply of bottled water in his office, but unlike his wife, Billy was not happy at KNEN. First he didn’t understand what his new job was supposed to be. All he knew was that he was going to be making more money, and that the work would be ‘easier’ since his employment was basically a gratuity to his wife. Then there were his co-workers. Billy hadn’t realized that he’d have to work with so many blacks! Billy had always thought of blacks as lazy, and his employees were no exception. He tried to console himself with the fact that he was their supervisor, but whenever he tried to delegate jobs to his staff, he was ignored. Because of this, Billy was tied to his desk day after day, often working late nights, doing the work that he was unable to delegate, yet responsible to see done.
Billy wanted to complain to his supervisors, but they were all black men. He couldn’t even bring himself to tell Jessica. Billy felt completely helpless, inadequate, and exhausted. To make matters worse, Jessica’s happiness with her new job seemed to make her more and more sexually aggressive. She seemed to want sex almost every night, and Billy’s exhaustion and stress kept him from keeping up with her demands. He hadn’t been able to make love to his young, sexy wife more than twice since the move to KNEN six months ago. Billy knew that he was the only thing that wasn’t working out for his wife, and he hated himself for it.
Jessica, meanwhile, went to bed every night confused and saddened by her husband’s sudden lack of interest in her body... confused, saddened, and unsatisfied. She could tell there was something wrong, but as much as she loved Billy, and as eager as she was for their sex life to return to normal, she didn’t have time to find out what the problem was. There were other matters on her mind. Namely, her upcoming interview with the controversial rap group, “Black Phallus”.
“Black Phallus” was incredibly hot on the club circuit and among teens and college students, but it was never heard on the radio or seen on television because the group’s controversial nature. This wasn’t particularly unusual for some gangsta rap artists whose lyrics created images of extreme violence. What was unusual was that Black Phallus’s lyrics weren’t controversial because of violent imagery, but because of their sexually explicit nature. The few music videos the group made were rumored to be practically pornographic. Only one of their videos had ever been aired on television, on one of the cable music networks, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that debacle, Black Phallus refused to allow any channel to air their videos unless they were uncensored. The music video channels refused to air the videos without some edits for explicit content, and thus, the other Black Phallus videos were never aired. They didn’t even make their videos available on their own website, with the exception of “The Wrecker”, the video that had aired (in censored form) on television.
In spite of all the controversy and inaccessibility of their music, the group had managed to become very popular in underground circles, and beginning to have an impact on popular culture. Thus every magazine, television program, and news network remotely connected with the entertainment industry wanted an interview, yet nobody could ever seem to get one. And then, as the story went, KNEN scored the impossible. Black Phallus agreed to an exclusive interview.
From what Jessica had been told, the agreement with the group had been reached after weeks of extensive, secret negotiations with KNEN executives. The negotiations were so secret that even after weeks of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprise when she was told that they’d agreed to an exclusive interview. She was even more surprised to discover that she would be the one expected to conduct the interview, and that she had only three days to prepare! Jessica knew that this would be her first, best chance to show that she could be a truly provocative journalist, rather than just some desk-bound eye candy. As exciting as this prospect was, Jessica felt incredibly nervous about the interview. Aside from this being her first major ‘news’ interview, she’d had very little time to do any research on the group. Information was limited, since no interviews had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of trouble tracking down a copy of the group’s CD and videos, before one was finally provided to her by Black Phallus’s record label, Ingredient X.
Then of course, Jessica was worried about the concessions and agreements that KNEN had been forced to make, before the controversial group would agree to be interviewed. The network wanted an exclusive, no holds barred interview with the rap group, a live studio performance, and the right to show any or all of the never-before-seen music videos that the group had produced. In exchange for this, the group demanded that KNEN dedicate a whole ‘prime time’ evening to “Black Phallus”, whether or not the whole of the evening was used by the interview. In addition to this, the group demanded that there be absolutely no censorship of any kind on the interview, nor on the music videos. Further, the group also wanted their own engineers to man studio’s equipment, so that much of the normal KNEN studio crew would not be present. What was more, due to the controversial and inflammatory nature of some of their lyrics and political views, the group insisted on extra security measures, including security control of the studio for members of their own security team. Finally, the group demanded that the interview be conducted by a certain date, due to their tight schedule. This last condition had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three days to prepare for her interview. Being a hip, edgy, minority-oriented cable news network, KNEN was in a position to satisfy the group’s demands. The major sticking point the network had supposedly had was the censorship issue. To avoid any possible FCC obscenity violations and issues, the network had suggested the idea of the pay-per-view interview with a ‘possible explicit content’ warning that the content may be of a “graphic or sexually explicit nature, and inappropriate for those under eighteen years of age, and some other viewers”.
There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members section of KNEN’s site, and Black Phallus’s website, with the same obscenity warnings. Of course everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial group an uncensored broadcast, KNEN was practically inviting the rap group to perform some kind of outrageous publicity stunt. Even if the avoided FCC fines, they risked millions of dollars worth of lawsuits and sponsor losses. In spite of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the exclusive interview would be worth the risks involved. So it was that all of the group's conditions were met, and the interview was set up.
At least, this was the official story of how the deal was reached.
The truth was that both Black Phallus’s record label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the same organization, Solomon King’s Ebony & Ivory Enterprises, Inc. To help obscure this connection from the journalistic prowess of certain reporters, the only interview that Black Phallus would be able to do would be on KNEN. E&I secretly owned several businesses, all with one major agenda, the sexual dominance of black men over white women. For the most part, E&I controlled businesses were very subtle in their advancement of the agenda. E&I produced the chemical, “X-serum”, to enhance black men’s physique and sexual power.
E&I also produced the dual-purpose chemical, “Xcite”, to cause an almost uncontrollable sexual arousal in women, and cause impotence among men. The bottled water with which Jessica’s refrigerator was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was Billy’s water. This was standard operational procedure. Over the years E&I had used these chemicals to quietly conquer individual women and even whole businesses, and then use them to produce interracial pornography or other materials to advance E&I’s agenda. For security purposes, none of the apparently ‘legitimate’ businesses that E&I created or controlled could be directly connected to E&I. As a result, E&I businesses operated with thousands of employees, many of whom had no idea who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E&I’s agenda. The only connection between these businesses and E&I was that their topmost executives were all X-serum-enhanced black men, and trusted lieutenants to Solomon King. This way, all of the businesses could be directed for E&I’s collective benefit.
Black Phallus’s record label, IngredientX, fit into E&I’s agenda by releasing sexually explicit rap music, with interracial themes. The plan was that the angry young black males and rebellious white youths that listened to rap music would hear this message over and over through the music, and would be psychologically conditioned to believe every word of it. Black males would become more sexually aggressive, and be encouraged pursue sexual encounters with white women. White males would begin to see black males as sexual superiors, and feel embarrassed about their sexual inadequacies and small penises. White girls who heard the music would begin to see white males as unworthy and black males as the most desirable sexual specimens.
Black Phallus was the anchor of the Ingredient X label. The group was comprised of chemically enhanced black men, part of E&I, who also happened to be talented performers. Every song on their CD, “Only Natural”, was dedicated to promoting the sexual power of black men, and subverting white male sexuality. The philosophy that the group advocated was that black men were the sexual alpha males of the human race. As such, black males had the right to fuck and breed any woman, every woman, they wanted… even married women, and especially white women. What better way to prove their claims than by seducing a beloved, married American icon on television? So it was that Black Phallus’s first exclusive interview would be granted to fellow E&I subsidiary, KNEN, and its star reporter, the beautiful Jessica McFarland!
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"Ms. McFarland?" Sarah Davenport smiled as she poked her head around her boss's open office door; "I have those unedited copies of the “Black Phallus” CD and music videos you wanted to see. Where should I put them?”
Jessica looked up from her young assistant and smiled, mutely saying 'thank you' and pointing to a pile of documents on the left of her desk. Sarah put the material on top of the document stack. Before Sarah left the room Jessica motioned for her to stay.
Sarah Davenport was Jessica's personal assistant. Jessica had personally hired Sarah immediately after getting her job at KNEN. At a glance, Sarah looked a bit bookish or geeky. She was slender, in her mid twenties, with long dark-blonde hair that she usually wore tied back with a large bow or ribbon. She dressed conservatively, wearing dark colors, buttoned-up collars, and a rather unfashionable style of glasses. Although she might have behaved and dressed in conservatively, her beauty and figure were very noticeable to the men around the office. Sarah never gave their attentions a second thought though, as she was very conservative and engaged to be married. She was kind of an innocent, but quite bright, with an excellent disposition and a knack for anticipating Jessica's needs. They had formed a close, sister-like bond in the few months they’d worked together. They were on first name terms, though Sarah thought it important to refer to Jessica as “Ms. McFarland” while they were at work. Anything less might undermine Jessica’s authority, and Sarah was very loyal to Jessica, and wanted to make sure she never harmed Jessica’s career that way. Sarah took a seat and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her telephone conversation.
"Yes... yes that will be fine.” Jessica spoke into the phone, “Just so you understand, I won't be here myself, I'm in a meeting for the rest of the day, but I'm sure Sarah can accommodate you. Okay, that will be fine then. Bye."
Jessica put the receiver down and turned to her lovely young assistant.
“I just wanted to let you know,” Sarah said, “that I’ve taken care of everything else on today's 'to-do' list.”
“Thank you Sarah.” Jessica smiled, “Have you had any luck in your problems with the computer?"
Jessica had been listening to her assistant moaning in frustration for much of the day. It was funny to listen to her. Sarah was a religious girl and never swore. She never used the Lord’s name in vain either. She didn’t even say “Darn” or “Heck”. So, whenever Sarah got angry, she just made incoherent groans, sighs, moans, and grunts of frustration.
"No, not yet.” The pretty blonde assistant smiled weakly. She felt lucky to be an assistant for somebody who was understanding and appreciative of their assistant's problems. “I'm sure I can solve it on my own. I don’t like calling tech support... those big guys messing around under my desk while I’m working makes me uncomfortable. I'll have time to work it while you’re at your meeting... which reminds me... isn't it about time for you to get going?"
Jessica glanced at the clock. "Yes, just about, but before I go I need you to do one more thing for me today.”
“Yes?” Sarah asked.
“You know the interview with Black Phallus is tomorrow night? Some of their representatives are coming by to check out the studio. I need you to show them around. I promised them personal attention by a valued employee, and not some intern."
Sarah paused for a second. "Yes, I can do that.... but... well... do you know who, exactly, will I be dealing with?"
Jessica saw the strained expression on Sarah’s face. "I think it’s just a couple of their producers. Why?"
"I'm sorry Ms. McFarland," Sarah interrupted, "I don't mean to be difficult...it's just...that group. They have a reputation... I’m a little worried about who I’d be meeting with...”
Jessica leaned forward and took her assistant's hand. "You know that this is a very important coup for our network. I need you to support me here Sarah. Put on a brave face, flash them that winning smile of yours, and you'll be fine! Besides, you know how these groups are, its probably all just a bunch of shock value hype and image anyway. It's okay, honestly, it will be fine." It was easy for Jessica to say. She hadn’t listened to the CD yet, or seen the videos, and she’d been unable to acquire copies until late in her research.
"I guess so,” Sarah said. “I can’t believe they only gave you two days to do research for this interview though!”
Jessica shrugged, “That’s the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes, when an interview is as big news as this one is, we have to make sacrifices to get the first crack at the story. The group had only had a couple of evenings free to dedicate to this interview, so this is when it has to be! I’m just glad I had two days!”
The story about Black Phallus’s limited availability was a concoction made up by E&I. The real reason that Jessica was being limited to two days of research time was a security precaution. Jessica was a good journalist, and Solomon King wanted to make sure there was little or no chance for her to find a connection between her own employer, and the controversial rap group.
“It’s still not a lot of time,” Sarah added. “Have you listened to any of their so-called music yet?”
“No, I haven’t had time yet.” Jessica responded. “Have you heard anything?”
“Yes, just once. I was with my sister, and we were listening to some MP3s that a friend of hers had given her. One of those... songs...came up. It was obscene! I couldn’t believe it. I mean, what would our father say if he knew she liked music like that?”
Jessica knew that Sarah was very sensitive about vulgarity and sexually explicit material, and had always attributed it to her religious upbringing. But hearing that Sarah’s younger sister grew up in the same household and enjoyed this controversial music genuinely surprised Jessica. “You said that your sister actually liked their music?”
“Yes, she did!” Sarah exclaimed. “She denied it at the time, said that the MP3 was included with the others by mistake, but she called me the other night and told me that she’d heard about this interview and asked me if I could get her and her friend into the studio that night! As if I would be a party to her listening to that filth! Then she begged me! She whined that they were her favourite music group! She actually wanted to meet these disgusting thugs and get their autographs!”
“Oh, I’m so sorry Sarah!” Jessica said, “With all the delicate negotiations around this interview, I doubt we can have a VIP guest in the studio that night. Security is going to be extra tight when these guys are here, and the group will have their own security as well.”
“Oh no, don’t worry about that, I already told her no!” Sarah interrupted. “I know we’re airing their videos during the show and those things are supposedly almost pornographic. I don’t want my sister seeing that filth, or meeting those creeps. I can’t believe she asked me to do that. My parents would never forgive me if I helped expose her to any more of that filth!”
“It’s probably for the best you refused to let her come.” Jessica said. “Did you know that group’s demographic bracket is expanding exponentially to include white females age 18 to 25.”
“Yes, I saw that in the research too!” Sarah huffed. “I can’t believe the garbage that girls her age listen to!”
“I don’t understand it either.” Jessica admitted, “All the research I’ve done so far talks about how explicit their music is, and there are rumors that some of the videos are practically pornographic. I’m not looking forward to reviewing them, but I know the network agreed to air them uncensored.”
“It’s disgusting!” Sarah shook her head. “I can’t believe they agreed to that!”
“That’s not the half of it!” Jessica sighed. “The studio’s agreement with Black Phallus allows for nudity, profanity, and sexual acts during the whole broadcast. In fact, the whole broadcast will be completely uncensored with the exception of the mature content disclaimers and a hand full of commercials, and those are being scrictly scheduled. That’s why we have to have it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The network makes no guarantee of the nature of the broadcast’s contents. Anything and everything that happens on camera during the interview will be aired!”
“But...” Sarah said...”what if they try something? The research I gave you said they like to stage publicity stunts. They expose themselves at concerts... sometimes they bring women from the audience up on stage and... and...”
“I know,” Jessica interrupted, “I know. The network warned me that they might try and pull something. In fact the network is counting on it. They’re even airing disclaimers in the pay-per-view ads. It's all about sensationalism. An uncensored television broadcast would give these guys the perfect opportunity to stage a very visible stunt. The bosses assured me that I won’t be in any real danger, so they asked me to play along for as long as I could."
Like the reports about Black Phallus’s limited availability, the reports about their demands for uncensored air time was also a cover story. Solomon King was the one who wanted the uncensored broadcast. It was E&I that decided on the pay-per-view television format and the web simulcast. Such broadcasts, with strong disclaimers, would allow them to broadcast sexually explicit music videos, free of FCC intervention. Of course, it would allow them to broadcast any sexually explicit content... not just from the music videos, but also anything that might transpire in the news studio. Even if the FCC did get involved, any fine they levied would easily be paid by video sales of that very broadcast!
“And you’re okay with this?” Sarah asked incredulously. "Aren’t you worried? What will you do if they... you know?"
“Not really,” Jessica drew a deep breath. The truth was, she was a little worried, but was forcing herself to remain calm. “But I’m a professional journalist, but these guys are getting to be a BIG, and landing the first IN-DEPTH interview with them is a HUGE opportunity, for all of us! An interview with a group this controversial could really put us on the map! Don't worry, I’m KNEN’s star reporter, the network is not about to let me come to any harm!"
"I hope you’re right. Still... after all you’ve told me, I’m really relieved that Becky won’t be there!”
“Your parents and little sister are lucky that you’re so good at looking out for her.” Jessica smiled. She suddenly noticed something glittering on Sarah’s finger. "Oh! I is that your engagement ring? I’ve been dying to see it ever since you told me!”
“Yes!” Sarah beamed, happy to change the subject from those awful black rappers to her recent engagement. “I finally got it back from the jewellers. It took them forever to fit the ring to my finger!”
"It’s so beautiful!" Jessica gasped, studying the ring. It was not a typical engagement band. It was a stunning ****** heirloom in gold, platinum, and diamonds. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a delicate gold pattern. This delicate pattern had been the cause of the ring's lengthy fitting adjustment. "How long did you say it had been in Brad’s ******?”
"He said about a hundred and fifty years!" Sarah exclaimed excitedly. "He was going to wait until the wedding to present it to me, but he said he was just that certain that I was the one! It’s so gorgeous! I’m never ever going to take it off!"
"He must love you very much!" Jessica grinned. She was so happy for her assistant. It was so nice to see a sweet girl so in love with a nice man. “I’m sure you’ll be very happy together!”
“I hope so.” smiled Sarah, “I love Brad. I hope I can make him happy. He’s been so patient with me... with my beliefs I mean.”
Sarah didn’t believe in pre-marital sex, and Brad had very patiently respected her beliefs. Sarah and Brad had been dating for four years, since college. The one and only time that Sarah had ever considered letting Brad take her virginity was the night he proposed... and even then she decided against it. Brad had to settle for a hand-job instead. She’d given him a few more hand-jobs since their engagement, but she never went any farther than that. She never felt the urge to do so... until recently.
Recently the natural sexual urges that she’d so easily suppressed since her teen years had grown incredibly strong. She didn’t fully understand why, and could only imagine that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was anxious to give herself to him. Sarah counted herself lucky that he’d had to go on a business trip to Europe for a few months. She would have hated to give in to her urges so close to her wedding day! Still, Sarah’s desperate horniness had only gotten worse since Brad’s departure two months ago... and it would be another two months before he returned! Every night she went to sleep thinking about her wedding night. What she would do to him... what he would to to her... what they would do...together.
“It’s been difficult for me sometimes...especially lately,” Sarah continued her mind wandering to her recent desires and recently frequent thoughts of sex. “But as hard as it is for me, it must be worse for Brad. As difficult as it is to follow them sometimes, these are my beliefs. I mean, believe that my body is a temple, and that my virginity is a gift to precious to be given away before marriage. I’m not having sex before marriage because I believe its wrong. The only reason Brad’s not having sex before marriage is because I refuse him. I won’t have sex... and he can’t because I can’t. It must be really difficult for him. But he’s going to be so thrilled that we waited!”
Jessica was barely listening to Sarah’s. She was gathering some documents for her meeting.
“I know how he feels! I’m in the same boat right now with Billy.” Jessica absent-mindedly responded, reflecting on her husband’s impotence.
“What?” Sarah turned to her boss, furrowing her brow in confusion. “What did you say?”
Jessica realized too late what she had said. She couldn’t believe she’d been that careless! Billy would be humiliated if he knew that she’d told anybody about his recent ‘problems’. No matter how frustrating her husband’s impotence had become, she shouldn’t be mentioning it to her young secretary!
“Oh,” Jessica blurted, quickly trying to cover her indiscretion. “Nothing! I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“Is something wrong?” Sarah asked, innocently. She had no clue why Jessica had suddenly become so flustered.
“I’m sorry Sarah,” Jessica said, grabbing up her briefcase. “I’d like to continue our chat, but I’m going to be late for that meeting.”
“Maybe we can talk afterwards...” Sarah suggested.
“Actually,” Jessica said, “the meeting could run a little long. I might not even be back in the office today.” There was no way Jessica wanted to continue the conversation. She didn’t want to risk re-opening the subject she had barely closed. Billy’s impotence had become a source of creeping and intense frustration for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the secret slip. She wasn’t about to take that risk again.
“Okay,” Sarah shrugged. “I guess I’ll just go back to working on that computer problem then. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Jessica approached the door, but briefly turned back to her assistant. “Sarah, I know you’re concerned about those guys from Onyx Records coming tonight. Don’t worry about it. Just behave professionally, and I’m sure they’ll behave and treat you appropriately. If they don’t let me know! Answer any questions they have, help them out anyway you can, and lock up afterwards. Okay?”
Sarah smiled brightly. “Thanks Mrs. McFarland... Jessica! I’m sure it’ll be okay.”
With that Jessica was out the door and on her way to her meeting.
Sarah really looked up to Jessica. The two of them had grown quite close, working together in their few months and long hours at KNEN. Jessica was a mentor to Sarah. Sarah looked up to Jessica, hoping that one day, she might be able to anchor a news program, and just like Jessica did! Jessica had a great career, and a great marriage…
Of course... things weren’t quite as they seemed. Thanks to Billy’s impotence, Jessica was just as sexually frustrated as her virginal assistant, Sarah. And none of them knew that all of these problems were caused by the same thing... The bottled water they drank every day, supplied by KNEN, was tainted with Xcite.
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Sarah was in her small office, adjacent to Jessica’s, running diagnostic programs on her computer for much of the day. Nothing she tried seemed to work, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her computer when there was a knock at her door.
Sarah opened the door to find two very large, very muscular, very black gentlemen towering in front of her. One wore a black suit, the other was wearing a silky black shirt and baggy pants outfit, almost like pyjamas. He also wore a pair of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a strange chain necklace made up of delicate, somewhat asymmetrical links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn’t help but find both of the men very handsome. In addition to their height, the men were both very muscular. Their skin was a flawless, rich, warm, chocolate brown. Their cologne was intoxicating.
“Excuse me,” the man in the suit said smoothly, “I’m looking for a Miss Sarah Davenport, is that you?”
“Y..yes.” Sarah stammered, her bright green eyes darting from one dark face to the other. The other man stood, silent and expressionless, his eyes hidden by the stylized sunglasses he wore. Sarah stared up at the two men towering over her. There was an awkward silence until the man in the suit finally spoke.
“My name is Tom Watkins, I’m a representative for Black Phallus. I believe you were expecting us.”
“YES! Right! Of course… um…” Sarah babbled. She winced at her own strange behaviour. She suddenly felt that familiar lonely longing for her fiancé that she’d been feeling over the last couple of months. What was coming over her? There was an awkward silence while Sarah tried to gather her thoughts. She absent-mindedly began to fidget with her engagement ring.
“Nice ring.” The formerly silent giant finally spoke! He kept his voice low, quiet, but it was very deep… and somehow, it sounded almost malevolent.
“Oh!” Sarah blushed, holding the ring up for the men to see. “Thank you! I just got engaged a few months ago.” For some reason, Sarah felt almost ashamed to admit to these two beautiful men that she was engaged to be married.
Silently, the giant slowly reached out and gently took Sarah’s tiny white hand in his giant black palm. Firmly, he held her hand while he examined down at the ring on her finger... at least he appeared to be looking at the ring. Sarah couldn’t tell, thanks to his mirror-lens glasses. He turned to Tom and nodded slowly, then turned back to look at Sarah’s ring.
Tom spoke now. “It certainly is lovely. Just as lovely as you Miss Davenport!”
The giant didn’t let go of Sarah’s hand. He continued to hold it up, gently stroking her palm with his strong fingers while he continued silently admiring her engagement ring... Sarah was hesitant to pull her hand away, and was afraid to speak to the giant man holding her hand. She just looked at him...looking at her ring... The three were silent for several seconds before Sarah worked up the nerve to speak to Tom Watkins. Still... she couldn’t take her eyes off the jewellery-admiring giant holding her hand.
“Ms. McFarland asked me to show you guys around the studio. Is there anything in particular you’d like to see?
“Yes.” The giant said, letting go of Sarah’s hand.
Sarah shivered, but kept smiling brightly as she lowered her hand. It was shaking. She waited for the man to elaborate, but he didn’t, so she was forced to ask for clarification. “What is it that you need me to show you?”
“Everything.” He responded simply. Again, he did not elaborate. Sarah shivered, she felt a tingling in her groin... the same one she’d felt the night Brad had proposed. The same one that had been building up over the last few weeks. The same...but stronger.
“We need to inspect your equipment,” Watkins interjected, smiling, “ We have to make sure everything you have is compatible with Black Phallus’s needs, for tomorrow night’s studio performance.”
“Certainly…” Sarah croaked. “I’m sure you’ll find everything you need here. If not, I’ll be happy to try and satisfy any requests you might have.”
“I’m sure you will, Ms. Davenport.” The man with the sunglasses said quietly.
“Is there anything else I can help you with?” Sarah bit her lower lip gently... Her eyes were glued to the blank black lenses on the blank black face of the second man. He smelled so good!
“…Anything at all?”
“Most definitely,” the second man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily step backward into her office, “I have a large piece of gear that I need you to help me test tonight. It could take much of the night, but I trust I can count on your complete co-operation.”
“Of course,” Sarah smiled, almost as if in a trance, still staring into the highly reflective lenses of the second man’s sunglasses. She was captivated by her reflection... her delicate white features framed and overwhelmed by his masculine black features. “I’m here to see that all your needs are met. I want to help you in any way that I can.”
“Of course you do!” The man said, placing his large black hands on either side of Sarah’s soft white face. He continued moving forward, gently compelling Sarah to move backwards into her office. Tom followed the two of them inside, the door closed behind them.
That door was still closed 3 hours later, when Jessica returned from her meeting. In her rush to get out the office that afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the “Black Phallus” videos behind. She picked up the box with the videos and was walking past Sarah’s office door, and heard the unmistakable sounds of her young assistant moaning and swearing, coming from inside. Jessica shook her head and smiled at her assistant’s stubborn streak. No doubt, Sarah was still having problems with her computer and was still trying to fix it herself!
Jessica briefly thought about popping in to say hello, but quickly changed her mind. Sarah sounded busy, and Jessica didn’t want to risk picking up the awkward conversation she’d nearly started that afternoon. She’d come too close to talking about her husband’s very personal problem!
Jessica hated finding herself fixating on Billy’s recent inadequacy again, but she couldn’t help it. It had been months since the two of them were intimate, and researching Black Phallus’s sexually explicit lyrics had only heightened Jessica’s sexual tension. Even talking about sex in vague terms seemed to make her long for a fucking that she hadn’t been able to get in months... and wouldn’t be getting in the foreseeable future. She knew there was something causing Billy stress, but he wouldn’t tell her anything. Damn him! Why couldn’t he perform? No… no that wasn’t fair. Billy was her husband, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.
Jessica put thoughts of her marriage out of her head and started to thumb through some of the research as she waited for the elevator. She continued doing this as she stepped onto the elevator and let the doors close behind her. Seconds later... in that darkened hallway... at the end of the day... another scream of pleasure erupted from Sarah Davenport’s office!
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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah’s door, she would have been shocked by the sight. The office was a mess. Papers had been thrown around the room. The computer, that had been giving Sarah so much trouble throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in pieces on the floor. On Sarah’s desk, in place of the discarded computer, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, naked mass of black and white lust...
“OH.....OH GOD...OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST...YES!! FUCK YES!!!” screamed Sarah Davenport as she felt the massive black cock pushing deeper and deeper into her recently virginal white pussy. She would have been virtually unrecognizable to anybody who knew her.
Gone was the demure, young, virginal bride-to-be. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted hair and a pair of fogged-up glasses on her pretty white face. Her beautiful white body, normally so-carefully covered by her conservative clothing, was now covered only by a thin layer of glistening sweat that caused her smooth white skin to shine like wet alabaster.
Sarah’s naked white body was bent over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his erect black cock between Sarah’s full, soft, white breasts. He pushed her tits together around his thick black shaft, using her soft white flesh to pleasure himself... as she kissed and sucked the swollen black cock-head sticking up between her breasts. Behind Sarah, the big black in the sunglasses (whose name Sarah still didn’t know) had his big black hands on her tiny white waste, and was mercilessly thrusting inch after inch of his massive black cock into the pretty white assistant.
Just five hours earlier that day, Sarah Davenport was touting her beliefs. Her body was a temple. Her virginity was a gift to be given only to the man she would marry... Brad...the man whom had patiently respected her beliefs for the four years that they had been dating. Now, Sarah Davenport was happily and voraciously servicing the two massive black studs she’d met only hours later that day...letting them use her body as a plaything for their amusement. It felt so right... truer than any belief she’d ever held.
“OH DEAR FUCKING GOD!” Sarah swore. “OH SWEET JESUS...FUCK ME...FUCK ME!!!” This was another ‘immoral’ behavior that the previously prim-and-proper religious girl had learned to appreciate in the last few hours...
“SHIT THIS BITCH IS FUCKING TIGHT!!” The nameless big black in the sunglasses said as he continued relentlessly pounding Sarah’s pussy.
“I...” Sarah gasped between thrusts...”told...you...I ...was...a...virgin!”
The blacks laughed...
”And tell us again,” Watkins asked. “how recently was that baby?”
“Just... today...” Sarah gasped... sucking on Watkins cock while the cock in her pussy pushed deeper and deeper...harder and faster...
“And...when were you gonna get married?”
“THIS...” Sarah screamed during another invasive thrust...”... this JU-OOH-OOH-UNE!”
The blacks laughed again...
“How long have you been dating your fiancé?” The nameless stud asked. “Tell me... how long has that poor dumb whiteboy been waiting to fuck THIS pussy that I’m FUCKING RIGHT NOW WITH MY BIG NIGGA COCK?
“Four....YEARS....” gasped the sweating white slut.
“Four years WHAT?” the black demanded.
“FOUR....YEARS.... SIR!!” Sarah added.
“And how long after we met you did it take us for US to get our big black cocks in you? Four MINUTES?”
“YESSS!!!!”
“How long you been saving yourself again?”
“Twent-EEEEE” Sarah squealed as the black in the sunglasses increased the pace of his thrusts. “TWEN-TEE-FOUR...YEARS!” she gasped.
“So tell me, Sarah,” Watkins asked, “were we worth the wait?” The blacks laughed again...
As the blacks laughed at their own joke question, Sarah Davenport let out a blood-curdling scream of orgasm. She had waited twenty-four years to give herself to the man she would marry. Her fiancé had waited four years to be that man. Just about six months before the big day... she gave it up to two black men in barely four minutes!
“YES!!! IT WAS WORTH IT!! I’m glad I saved myself!.... FOR YOU!! AND YOUR BIG BLACK COCKS!!”
“Then tell us slut!” The black pussy-fucker ordered, “tell us again what you were before you met us, how long you waited, FOR US to take your virginity months before your wedding!”
“Aww yeah... say it again baby!” Watkins told her.
“I....was... UNGH...” Sarah grunted as the big black cock bottomed-out in her cervix... “OH GOD... I...was...a virgin... saved... myself for... twenty... five years....OHHHHHH-waiting for my wedding... six months to go... I met you...fucked me... with your big...black...cocks...!
“AGAIN!” the black fucking her pussy ordered.
“I...was...a... virgin... before... your... big... black... cocks!”
“LOUDER BITCH!” the black fucking her yelled... “I want to cum in your pussy while you scream that shit!!”
“OH FUCK YES!!! YES SIR!!f” Sarah cried...somehow, that was the sexiest idea she’d ever heard in her life. “I...WAS...A ....VIRGIN BEFORE YOUR BIG BLACK COCKS!!!
Sarah screamed it again and again while the nameless black stud fucked her pussy, and Tom Watkins fuked her mouth and tits. As they wanted, she was still screaming the first thick jets of Watkins’ hot cum blasted her pretty white face. She was still screaming it through cum-covered lips when she felt the nameless stud’s cock shooting its hot, potent seed into her no-longer virginal white pussy.
As Sarah basked in the afterglow of her intense deflowering, the two studs filled her in on a few details of what they wanted to do for the interview broadcast. Sarah was shocked by their plan, but felt compelled to cooperate.
“Help us out with this,” Watkins said, “and you’ll get plenty more black cock...starting tonight!”
“I’m in!” Sarah smiled weakly, her face smeared with cum.
“Good girl.” Watkins smiled. “My boy and I are going to get some friends to help us set up some equipment tonight. We’ll be back later to get some more of that sweet white pussy. You might want to clean this room up a little bit.”
“Yes sir.” Sarah gasped, breathlessly.
The two black studs threw some clothes on and left the room. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a minute before she rose on weak legs and surveyed the chaos of her office. She saw a photo of her herself, her parents, and her sister, lying on the floor. She stared at her sister’s smiling face. She thought about how Becky was so desperate to meet the Black Phallus rappers. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP pass to the studio the next night. Then she thought about what would happen to Becky if she had granted that request, and that thought turned her on!
Sarah now knew exactly what the group had planned. This was why studio security wasn’t allowing VIP passes that night, they didn’t want anything to risk disrupting the plan. Sarah dared not do anything to jeopardize her new friends’ plans, so she realized she probably couldn’t get her sister into the studio that night. Still, the was something she could do for Becky... something she felt compelled to do for her sister.
Sarah picked up her phone, laying on the floor with the receiver off cradle and emitting an obnoxious beeping that indicated the line was disconnected. She reset the disconnect button, and punched in a phone number. Becky’s voicemail answered, so Sarah started to leave a message.
“Hi, Becky. It’s your sister. Look, I just wanted to apologize. I was wrong.” Sarah paused for a moment. Sarah didn’t want to just come right out and say why she changed her mind... she didn’t want to say that they’d fucked her senseless, turning her from a virgin to a black-cock-loving-slut in a matter of hours. “I met with some representatives from that rap group you like. I learned a lot about Black Phallus that I never knew before! They made me cum… come to the conclusion that I was wrong about them. I understand now...why you find them so...fascinating. Security is just too tight for me to get you a VIP pass but I really want to make sure you see this interview so I’m going to e-mail you my credit card number so that you can order it on pay-per-view or watch online. I’ll try and get their autographs for you too.”
Sarah thought for a moment longer. She really wanted to do better for her sister. She wanted to get her some black cock. “Becky... make sure you keep your phone on you that night. Maybe I can arrange something else for you. Bye for now”
PART THREE: JESSICA STUDIES BLACK PHALLUS
Billy McFarland wanted to cry. He’d been home for 2 hours, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on satellite, fumbling uselessly with his limp dick. It was rare that he ever got home before Jessica these days, so he wanted to take advantage of the time alone by trying to get his cock up for her. He’d been fumbling with himself for over an hour, but couldn’t manage an erection. He gave up and switched over to some network television. He was still watching it when Jessica got home. She smiled at at her husband, lying in bed. She did a little strip tease for him, slowly taking off her business attire and getting down to her bra and panties. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the cheek and giving his dick a gentle squeeze. Soft and limp.
“I want you so badly…” she whispered in his ear, squeezing again. It stayed soft, no response.
“I’m sorry…” Billy muttered, turning away, humiliated, unable to face his beautiful wife.
“It’s okay honey.” Jessica sighed, trying to hide her frustration. “We’ll get through this. She threw on a casual shirt and slacks, then left the bedroom. If she couldn’t work on her disintegrating sex life and marriage, she could work on her interview questions and research. Jessica went to her home office, powered up her computer and began studying her research and questions that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over questions again and again, thinking of second and third lines of questioning. She thought of different ways of phrasing her questions, in case she needed to rephrase anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the music videos. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her time as best she could. She looked at the track listing on the CD, and marked the tracks that were on her music DVDR. She could skip the those tracks and watch their videos later, thus saving a little time... and saving her the trouble of having to sit through any unnecessary ‘filth’. It was close to midnight when Jessica put the copy of “Only Natural” into computer and plugged in a pair of headphones. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to take notes on the lyrics. She shivered at what she heard.
Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually explicit material, she’d read some lyrics from some of the songs, but hadn’t procured a copy of the full material until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR music videos. Every single song on the album was sexually explicit. It wasn’t just a collection of bad words though. The songs on “Only Natural” described detailed acts of sex. More specifically, the songs were all about black men having sex with white women, all kinds of white women; younger, older, single, married… mothers…*********…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even more shocked when she read the CD’s liner notes. The group contended that all of the songs on the CD were based on true-life experiences! This was a particularly shocking claim, considering the stories told in some of the songs, particularly the some of the stories that the songs told.
This first song was called “Size DOES Matter”. “Whiteboys cry boo-hoo” went the refrain, “but your ladies know it’s true, SIZE DOES MATTER!” It was about all the stereotype of black men and abnormally large penises. The song underscored the whole philosophy of the group, and demonstrated why every track on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the song as the perpetuation of a ridiculous myth.
“Reparations” was about a black history project in a college class, where white students had to become ‘slaves’ for black students for two weeks. The white female students end up becoming sex slaves for black men, while the white male students were forced to watch. At first, Jessica thought the song was ridiculously aggressive and racist, but the outrageous story continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a brilliant political satire about race relations and the fear that many whites have of integrating with the black community. Maybe these rappers weren’t just talentless shock-happy thugs?
As Jessica continued listening to the outrageous stories the songs told, the explicit lyrics slowly started to grow on her. Many of more the songs seemed to be tongue in cheek. Jessica decided that the songs must intended as some kind of racial satire, and that the ‘true story’ claims were just part of the act, made to generate controversy and word-of-mouth. That was why the songs were so outrageous.
“Honey, I’m Home” told the story of a white man who comes home early, only to find his wife in bed with the black neighbour. Jessica saw this song as a commentary on the prejudice fears that white people have of living in the same neighbourhood with blacks.
“Higher Learning” was about an suburban High School that has to adjust to an influx of African-American students when an inner city school closes. The PTA protests that the ratio of student to teachers will be thrown out of balance... but really, they just don’t want blacks in their mostly white school. The song goes on to describe how the black male seniors seduce all the white girls and the hot white teachers. Jessica again saw this song as an exploitation of racist fears and social comment on white flight from the inner city.
“Big Boss Man” told the story of a white man vying for a promotion. He invites his black boss home for home-cooked gourmet dinner. When the boss meets his employee’s sexy white wife, he tells the couple that he’ll give her husband the promotion, if she lets him fuck her. The husband wants to say no, but before he can, the wife quickly agrees! The giant black man fucks the white wife on the dinner table, not bothering to eat any of the food or clear the table first. The next week, the boss gives the promotion to another black man... whom the white wife also happily agrees to fuck! Jessica interpreted this song as a mocking indictment of those who wanted to discontinue affirmative action.
“Spirit Stick” was about a white college cheerleading squad throwing a victory orgy for the black basketball team. There was a ‘humorous’ twist at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘entertaining’ the rival school’s team! Jessica had never liked jocks and air-headed cheerleaders in high school and college. Jessica was unsure what the song was trying to say, politically, but she couldn’t help but smile at the idea of the dumb jocks’ cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.
Not only was Jessica now finding the satirical lyrics to be insightful and amusing, she had to admit that the music itself was quite good. The heavy bass rhythms were strong and coursed through her body, making her want to dance, or at least move with the music. Jessica burned the remaining songs to her MP3 player and then switched over to listening to them on it, so that she could get up out of her chair and move around the room.
Jessica let the steady, relentless rhythm overtake her, and began to dance as the music continued. It had been a long time since she’d been able to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a little aroused. The lyrics still played through the music, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing bass that she barely heard them…at least not on a conscious level. The lyrics barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the rhythm of the bass coursing through her body. She barely noticed the more lurid tone the songs began to take. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamoured by the music that she missed the fact that the next song was featured as one of her music videos, and that she’d wanted to skip it.
"Nigga In The Wood Pile", the next track, was an even more humorous song than the previous ones. Using music samples from the old sappy love song, “You’re Having My Baby”, It told the story about a man witnessing the birth of 'his' first child. When the baby is born, its black, and the husband discovers that his loving wife has been fucking a black man!
“Black-Cock-Pit” was about an airplane flight that turned into an interracial orgy.
“Dear John” was about a white girl writing a break-up letter to her high-school sweet heart... explaining that she’s discovered BLACK MEN at college!
“Hot White Momma” was about the plight of a “sweet young white wife” to have a baby, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to take a black lover!
“The Wrecker” is about a ****** on vacation when their car breaks down. A black tow-truck driver shows up and seduced the mother and teenage ********, then drives off with both of them, abandoning the father/husband in the desert, with the broken-down car.
“Soccer Mom” was about a white woman who finds herself compelled to entertain her high-school-soccer playing son’s black teammates.
"Who You Daddy Now?" About a snobby, racist white college girl who is angry that her parents’ marriage is ending because of her mother’s affair with a black man. The black man moves into the house and has to assert his authority over the girl showing her just why her mother left her father for him.
“Man Of The House” told the tale of a black drifter who is taken in by a good Christian conservative ******, and how within a week he seduced both of the ******’s twin *********. When the parents walk in on the stud doing both girls at once, the father is outraged, but the wife is so turned on she joins in!
The last track was the title track, “Only Natural”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the music so much that she failed to notice that this song was featured in one of her music videos, and that she’d intended to skip it. The song underscored the philosophy of black male sexual superiority and potency, from the angle of ‘natural selection’. Black men were the alpha males, and had the ‘natural’ right to breed any woman they wanted. The song contended that deep down, every woman knew, accepted, and wanted this... especially white women. Every woman, even married women, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by black men. It was ‘only natural’.
By the end of the last track, Jessica was sweating, and her entire body was tingling. She realized that after weeks of being untouched, the sexually explicit lyrics of “Black Phallus” had aroused her. She needed Billy, and she needed him…immediately. She threw open the door to her office and went to her bedroom. Billy was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his slumber, and slid her hand down the front of his pants… nothing. She gently bit his earlobe. Billy muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back tears. She needed satisfaction, and she needed it… immediately!
Jessica walked quickly back to her office, unsure of what to do with herself. Her head was swimming with confusion…and lust. She glanced at her research... no…there was no way she could concentrate…she was just too wound up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the music videos on her desk and grabbed the title that attracted her attention earlier… something called “White Wedding, Blacked Bride”. It was the one track that she’d skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the music videos into her computer. Not wanting to wake Billy, she plugged her headphones back into the computer and sat down at her desk to watch the video. Within seconds, the heavy pounding of the bass coursed through her body, again igniting a fire that no cold shower was going to dowse…
Jessica’s big blue eyes locked onto the screen as the first images flickered to life. What happened next was like an out of body experience… Jessica couldn’t have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The “White Wedding, Blacked Brides” music video seemed to be a series of vignettes about brides ditching their grooms on their wedding day, so they could be with black men. The video opened with chimes playing Mendolsonn’s Wedding March, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass beat, and a female chorus chiming the words “I Do” repeatedly.
The opening scene showed the rappers standing on a stage similar to those one would see in a strip club, complete with provocative exotic dancers. The backdrops were of backlit stained-glass ‘walls’, evocative of church windows. The dancers were all young white women, wearing assorted skimpy outfits evocative of a bridal motif. All the girls were slender, with full breasts and long, lustrous hair. Each girl wore a bridal veil of some sort, white high-heels, and some skimpy white lingerie. One girl, a blonde, was wearing a lace bustier and panties. Another girl, a brunette, wore a lacey bra and panties and long, white satin gloves. A third girl, a redhead, wore a lacey bra and thong panties, with a garter belt and fishnet stockings. The other girls in the background were similarly attired.
The girls danced with the aid of 'stripper poles', similar to those scene in strip clubs. Jessica noted that the poles were painted a rich, dark mahogany brown and were highly polished. As the girls danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the polished brown poles, they mouthed the words to the "I Do" refrain. As the refrain ended, the camera cut to a close-up of one of the blonde. She turned her big blue eyes directly into the camera and sang the lyrics "I Do... I Do Black Men, And Only Black Men"!
Jessica shivered when she heard this, and started to make notes about the lyrics. But as the song continued, it became apparent that this video, unlike the others, had almost no lyrics. The music was almost entirely a dance-mix instrumental. The only lyrics came from the female chorus. Again and again: "I Do... I Do Black Men, And Only Black Men"!
The screen cut to a beautiful blonde bride walking down the aisle, then standing, facing her groom, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the bride as the dancer that had closed the preceding scene. As the music continued, the camera shot showed that the bride was in fact looking over the groom’s shoulder, at the best man… a handsome, bald, black man... obviously portrayed by one of the rappers. The bride smiles adoringly, looking into the rapper's face. The stud runs his tongue over his lips slowly, the bride nods, hypnotized… We see her fiddle nervously with her bouquet.
The scene changes to the sunny exterior of the church as the bride and groom emerge to a shower of rice or birdseed from all many of the wedding guests. They rush to the limo, where the groom gallantly opens the door for his wife and lets her in... but before he can climb in, the car suddenly pulls away from the curb. A large black hand reaches out, and closes the door. The groom and the wedding guests stand, stunned, on the church steps, as the limousine speeds away with the new bride. The usual “Just Married” sign has been replaced with a sign that says “Just Blacked!”
The camera cuts to the interior of the limo, to a close up of B-Love rapping while riding in the back. The camera pulls back to reveal the beautiful bride on her knees, between B-Love's bare black legs. She is apparently giving him oral sex. Her head bobs up and down in his lap, and blonde tresses and veil bounce gently with her movements. Her head bobs are timed perfectly with the music's beat.
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A shiver went up Jessica's spine when she saw that scene. She wanted to be offended by such a blatant disrespect of the institution and spirituality of marriage. Instead, the boldness of the video excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the action on the screen, and the steady pulse of the bass that vibrated through her body. So captivated by the events on the screen, she’d stopped taking notes. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one hand under her desk, and between her legs, resting her hand on her groin.
The refrain began again, and the scene shifted back to the 'stripper' setting. This time it ended on a close up different dancer, the redhead. Like the blonde, she looks directly into the camera, unblinking, and mouths the words "I Do Black Men, And Only Black Men".
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This time, the setting is a large and expensive looking reception hall. It's a different wedding, with a different groom, and this time the bride is the redhead. We see the bride and groom in the reception line, greeting their guests. A large black man comes up to the bride and smiles seductively, taking her hand and kissing it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his large black hands over her white-satin-clad breasts. Her eyes widen in shock momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The groom stands, staring, shocked at this behaviour. He puts his hand on his wife’s shoulder and tries to pull her away... but she slaps his hand, without stopping the kiss. He tries again and the black man, still kissing the bride, grabs the husband’s face and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the floor. Then, as all the guests stare in shock, the black stud picks up the bride and carries her away. She tosses her bouquet over his broad shoulders and a petite, tan blonde bridesmaid catches it. The girl holds the bouquet and a look around confused... then sees another black stud. This one is grinning at her! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her hand, and leads her out of the room behind the bride and her black stud! The bouquet falls to the floor, and the scene cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another bride, mouthing the lyrics "I Do Black Men, And Only Black Men".
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Jessica almost instinctively let her fingers snake down the front of her slacks... inside... and began to gently rub herself in time with the music. It was such a natural response, she didn’t even notice she was doing it.
Jessica's rubbing became more frantic as she watched the next vignette begin...
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This vignette shows this pretty white bride dancing with her groom. A black stud walks up behind the groom, staring at the pretty bride lustfully. The stud, never breaking his bold stare into the bride’s eyes, taps the groom on the shoulder and indicates that he would like to dance with the bride. The groom seems to object at first, but the bride smiles at the stud, and gently pushes the groom away. The black stud pulls her close for the dance, we see her eyes widen and glance down... we see the black stud smile... There is another cut, this time to a wide shot of the dance floor, full of dancers. We see the groom, wandering around, obviously looking for his bride, who does not seem to be anywhere on the dance floor. The camera pans across the crowd, and focuses on an out-of-the way doorway. We cut to a close up of the doorway. There we see the beautiful bride, pinned against the wall, her huge white skirt hitched up around her waist, while the black stud thrusts against her mercilessly... all in time with the beat of the music…
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Jessica was also keeping time with the music. Now the pretty, undersexed journalist in the full throws of passion, so enraptured with the video that she was barely aware of her own existence… let alone aware of how wantonly she was masturbating as she watched the video! Her face was flush, as she writhed in her chair, frantically rubbing her pussy while watching the action unfold. Her nimble white fingers probed deeper and deeper into the folds of her pink pussy, rubbing her clit methodically… staying in rhythm with the music. It was a miracle her eyes even managed to stay open and focus on the action, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly moan as the next vignette played... and the next... and the next.
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Every scenario was the same... a beautiful white bride ditches her white groom for some black stud.
We see a white bride and groom posing with while cutting the wedding cake. The groom lovingly feeds his bride a bite of cake. There is a black waiter standing behind him, staring at the bride... she meets his gaze, and sucks the white frosting off her groom’s fingers. Then she holds up a piece of cake for the groom. As he tries to bite his cake, she shoves it into his face. While the groom is wiping frosting out of his eyes, the black waiter whisks the bride and the cake out of reception hall and into the kitchen... with the black kitchen staff stare at the pair hungrily. The shot cuts to the bride’s expensive white dress lying in a pile on the filthy kitchen floor. The camera pans up to show the bride lying across the kitchen’s preparation table. She wears nothing but a few strategically placed smears of white cake frosting. She writhes in ecstasy as several pair of large black hands smear more cake frosting all over her milky white skin. The camera circles the table as a large, half-naked black men surround the writhing white bride and begin licking the frosting off her naked body. The camera stops between the bride’s legs... but the view of her pussy is blocked by a black man’s bald head! She rests her lily-white hand, with its shining wedding ring, on the black man’s bald head!
Another vignette shows a pretty blonde, sitting at the banquet table with her groom. The groom is talking to his best man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new bride. A slightly dishevelled bridesmaid taps the bride on the shoulder and whispers in her ear. The bride’s eyes widen, and she smiles. Without saying a word to her husband, the bride gets up and follows her bride’s maid out of the room, down the hall, to a dressing room. Opening the door, she finds 3 black men groping her maid-of-honour. The bride smiles and turn to the bride’s maid who led her to the room... she’s already stripping out of her pink dress. The bride turns back momentarily, looking down the hall to the banquet room. She can see her groom at the table... he looks down the hall... briefly making eye contact. He waves for her to come back. She turns away from him and enters the room, slamming the door behind her! The camera shows several quick cuts of hands (black men’s hands and white women’s hands) ripping the white gown from the bride’s lovely tan body.
Another vignette shows a bride adjusting her veil in front of a mirror. The door of her dressing room opens. She turns to see a handsome black janitor entering the room, apparently thinking it was empty. Seeing the bride sitting there, the janitor pauses for a moment, smiling at the lovely white girl. An enormous bulge rises in the crotch of his cover-all's... the bride’s eyes widen and she smiles and blushes. The janitor, seeing her reaction, smiles too, and shuts the door of the dressing room. We cut to wedding party in the front of the church, waiting for the bride so they can begin the ceremony. A beautiful woman, presumably the bride’s mother, walks to the changing room to get her ********. She knocks on the door... and it suddenly jerks open to reveal her beautiful white ******** on her knees (back to the camera) kneeling in front of a black man in her full bridal gown! The mother stares for a moment, before another black man, who was standing behind the door grabs her and drags her into the room.
This next vignette featured a fresh-faced brunette, being carried across the threshold of her honeymoon suite. The groom kisses her... she nods towards the bed and smiles... The groom holds up a finger, indicating they should wait, and that he wants to take a shower first. The bride pouts, while the groom steps into the bathroom. Then there is a knock at the door. It's one of the hotel employees, a handsome black man, with a complimentary bottle of champagne. The bride smiles and lets him in... he looks around, wondering where the groom is. The bride indicates the bathroom. The black stud looks at the closed bathroom door... and back at the bride. He smiles. The camera pans up the bride's body, ending on her beautiful face...she's smiling, coyly biting her lower lip and shuffling her feet under her dress.
The next shot was made from a suspiciously low angle, showing the groom coming out of the bathroom, towelling off... he looks in the direction of the camera, and his jaw drops. The camera pulls back... now we see the groom in the background. In the foreground, on either side of the screen, are the bride's legs sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in time with the music. Suddenly, the black man rises from between the girl's legs, blocking our view of the groom. He continues thrusting into the girl, in time with her leg bounces, and the beat of the bass. We can't see any action below his waist, but he is naked his muscular black torso shines with sweat. He takes a swig of champagne from the bottle. Then he pours some down... apparently over the bride. All the while, he continues thrusting, in time with the music's beat. The bride’s lily white hands run up over his chest, and around his shoulders and neck as he dives back into action, out of the camera shot. The groom is revealed again... now he's crying.
Irony can be a sickening thing.
"JESS? MY GOD!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
Jessica McFarland's eyes bolted open, as she shot up from her chair, quickly pulling her hand from her panties... and found herself looking at a confused, and shocked husband. Billy stood in the dark hallway, just beyond the open doorway of Jessica’s office, his eyes glancing from his wife to the screen of her computer, and back again. The expression on his face perfectly matched that of the teary-eyed groom in the honeymoon suite.
"Honey... I'm sorry...it’s just... I thought you were asleep..." Jessica stammered as she clutched at her dampened panties.
"I was! But I woke up, hearing you moaning out here, like a bitch in heat..."
That comment alarmed Jessica. She hadn't been aware she was moaning. For that matter, she hadn’t really been aware she was masturbating until Billy walked in and interrupted her. Now that she stood facing him, she began to realize how close she had been to what would have been an earth-shattering climax. Billy’s unexpected arrival had prevented that, though. Her pussy still tingled…begging for attention, but at that moment, Jessica couldn’t be concerned with finishing what she’d started. She was just too embarrassed.
Billy continued "I wondered what was going on... I guess I found out, didn't I?" Billy cried... the room wasn't very light, but Jess swore she could make out tears on Billy's face. "I can't believe it... in here, masturbating, watching that filth!"
"Baby, please..." Jess pleaded for her husband to understand... but she knew it was futile. "I didn't mean for this to... it just... it's been so long, I couldn't control it... Besides, it’s not a big deal...I was just masturbating... and it’s not even to porn, its just a music video."
But that was Billy's entire problem. The black men at work were treating him like shit...now he found his wife masturbating to the images of muscular black men and white women in a music video. It was more than he could stand.
"It's a bunch of god damn niggers!" Billy blurted. Normally he would never use such racist language, but he couldn't help himself.
"Billy!" Jessica scolded, "that is completely uncalled for! What's gotten into you?" She was starting to get angry. This was a side of Billy that she really didn't like.
"I'll tell you what's gotten into me," Billy cried, "I'm lying alone in my bed while my wife is watching videos and imagining herself with a bunch of God-damned niggers!"
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Jessica yelled. Now she was mad. "I'm sick and tired of you wallowing in your own self-pity! I came to you twice tonight, begging you for sex...BEGGING! You turned away, both times! HOW DARE YOU complain that I'm masturbating! I wouldn't have to do that if you could GET IT UP FOR ONCE!"
As soon as the words left Jessica's mouth, she regretted them. She wished she could take them back, but she couldn't, it was too late. Billy's eyes widened with anger... or fear... or sadness. He turned away and went to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him, before Jessica could say anything.
The full realization of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica hard, and she felt sick to her stomach. Her last comments left her filled with guilt. Why had she screamed at him like that? That was so terrible! She was so ashamed of what she'd been doing. Jessica looked at the computer monitor. The video had ended. She had no idea what the finale scene was. She thought about the fact that there were some other music videos she wanted to review, but after the fight with her husband, she didn’t think she’d be able to concentrate on work. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio by 8am the next day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the bedroom with her husband, no doubt they’d be up half the night talking. As much as she wanted to sort things out with Billy, tomorrow night was the big interview, and she needed to get some sleep. Jessica decided to sleep on the sofa in her home office. She grabbed a blanket from the linen closet and a bottle of water before stripping down to her underwear and lying down on the couch.
As Jessica lay her head down on her pillow and closed her eyes, thoughts and self-doubt swam through her tired mind. Her marriage had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been intimate with her husband in months, but now she wasn't even able to sleep next to him. Was she being selfish? Had she been neglecting Billy all this time? Was that why he couldn't talk to her about his problem...why he was so stressed out? Was it really all her fault? Had she been so focused on her career lately, that she'd been neglecting her husband's problems? If so then that meant she'd be able to concentrate on her personal life after the next night's interview with Black Phallus.
Jessica smiled as she drifted off to sleep. She resolved that things would change...after she got through the interview. Yes... after the interview, things would be different!
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The church was full of faceless guests.
The groom stood at the altar...
The bride stood in her dressing room, adjusting her veil in the large standing mirror...
The black man stepped into the frame of her reflection. He was tall and muscular; he placed a large ebony hand on the bride's shoulder.
The groom stood at the altar, the music stopped.
The guests' heads turned too watch the bride's approach.
The bride watches in the mirror as two large black hands circle from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded white corset to shreds. White pearls and beads fall through the air slowly... bouncing and rolling on the floor...
The black man's hands slide over the newly exposed white belly of the bride...and over her full white breasts.
The groom taps his foot, raises his hand up and looks at his watch.
The guests turn to each other, there are murmurs of confusion.
The bride watches as the black man's hands move over her breasts pinching and teasing her stiffening pink nipples, then up under the veil, lifting it out of the way... revealing the face of Jessica McFarland.
The groom turns towards the back of the church... screaming... "JESS!? MY GOD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" It's Billy... tears stream down his face.
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Jessica bolted upright in the bed, her full white breasts heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a dream... It was almost 9 am. She decided she'd better take a cold shower and get to work and prepare for the evening's interview.
When Jessica got into the shower, she made sure to crank the cold water up high. For some reason her skin felt like it was on fire. It wasn’t pain, it was an extraordinary sensitivity, one that could only be attributed to a heightened state of sexual tension. This was the same sexual tension that had been building up through weeks and weeks of sexlessness. This was the same tension that had led her to masturbate the previous evening, while watching Black Phallus’s explicit video. It was the same sexual tension that had led her to yell at Billy…and give her that awful nightmare. How could she masturbate while watching that video? How could she dream about herself as one of those brides…cheating on Billy? And why did that dream make her wake up so horny?
Thanks to her dream, her guilt was in full gear. She tried to remind herself that she’d been trying to initiate lovemaking with Billy for months, but her own terrible words kept coming back to haunt her. How could she have said those awful things to him? The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that Billy's impotence was somehow her fault. He must have felt neglected by her recent career focus, or maybe threatened by her recent success. But in any case, she was going to fix it!
As the cold water cascaded over her perfect white body, Jessica planned her evening. After the interview, they would go out for a nice, quiet, romantic dinner, somewhere secluded. When they got home, Jessica would give Billy a nice massage. After that, she was sure he'd be nice and relaxed, and then she'd initiate lovemaking. To make sure it wouldn't fail, she'd start off by giving him oral sex. Oral sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the thought of taking a penis in her mouth to be gross.
Once Jessica was out of the shower, she selected some of her sexiest lingerie. She decided that would wear it all day, so that when she and Billy got home, she could shed her clothing right in front of him, and let him see what she had planned. The lingerie set she chose was her sexiest set, something she'd bought on sale at the Hidden Closet lingerie store, and had been saving it for her anniversary. The set was entirely made of black satin and lace, and was composed of a demi-bra, thong panties, a matching garter belt, and a pair of black thigh-high hose stockings.
As she dressed in the ensemble, she admired her reflection in her full-length mirror. The black lace and satin complimented her fair complexion beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her firm, 36c breasts, without binding her flesh. The panties rode her hips creating a French-cut V in the front, while leaving her beautiful round white ass exposed with the thong back. The garters complimented the bra and panties set, and the thigh-high black hose gave the sexiness of fishnet stockings, without looking unprofessional under a skirt. Jessica found a sexy, yet tasteful black skirt and blazer that could be worn on-air for the evening’s interview and then to dinner at a nice restaurant afterwards. By the time Jessica was completely dressed, Billy was already up. They bumped into each other in the kitchen...
"I'm sorry honey," Jessica cooed, resting a delicate hand on her husband's shoulder, "I never should have said those awful things!"
Billy smiled half-heartedly at his wife. She'd been very hurtful to him last night, but she always had such a sweet voice. It was always seemed both girlishly innocent and seductively throaty at the same time.
"I'm sorry too..." Billy shrugged, looking down at his shoes, once again, unable to look his wife in the eyes, "its just... you know..."
"I know all about it honey!" Jessica said softly. She took his chin in her hand and raised his face so that he was forced to make eye contact. "I think I understand why you've been so upset lately."
"You do?" Billy was surprised. How did she figure out what the problem was?
"Uh-huh" Jessica squeaked girlishly, and nodded. "I know things have been difficult since I started work at KNEN, and I'm sorry. I've had this big interview coming up, and it's had me completely stressed out."
"Oh." Billy muttered. "Those... rappers." Billy felt his blood start to boil.
"Yes." Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the wrong thing to say. Her guilt over the previous night took hold again... again casting herself as the neglectful wife. It was bad enough that this assignment had taken so much of her attention lately, but then for him to catch her masturbating to one of their videos... And what a video... it was practically pornographic! Then there was the possibility of that 'publicity stunt' KNEN had warned her about. Jessica wasn't about to let them intimidate her, but she thought she had better warn Billy.
"Billy" Jessica started, "I have to interview those thugs tonight in the studio... and... Well, given what I've learned about them, I'm ... afraid that they'll try something funny."
Billy stared at Jessica. She continued speaking before he could respond.
"I don't think it will be too bad..." Jessica said, adopting a conciliatory tone, "but they might try some kind of publicity stunt... Nothing dangerous, but something you might not like. The network really wants this interview, they're ready for it... and I might have to go along with it, for the sake of the show."
"Maybe I should be there," Billy croaked softly, not liking what he was hearing, "you know... for moral support."
Jessica looked at her husband lovingly, and kissed him. In spite of the awful things she'd said to him the night before, he still wanted to give her his love and support.
"Oh Billy, I love you!" Jessica smiled, "Why don't you come by the studio tonight! I'd like that. That would be perfect!"
"Perfect?" Billy's curiosity was peaked, "What do you mean?"
"Look," Jessica grinned, playfully running a hand over her husband's shoulders. "I know things have been difficult lately, and maybe I've been too wrapped up in my career. I'm afraid I've caused some confusion about where my priorities are. I just want you to know that I'm planning something special for you tonight!"
"Really?" Billy smiled eagerly "What?"
"I can't tell you, it's a surprise!" Jess whispered coyly. "But rest assured, after tonight's interview is done, there's not going to be anymore confusion about where my affections lie! You’re going to see a whole new side of me. I promise!"
With that, she kissed him on the cheek, and was out the door.
“I want you so badly…” she whispered in his ear, squeezing again. It stayed soft, no response.
“I’m sorry…” Billy muttered, turning away, humiliated, unable to face his beautiful wife.
“It’s okay honey.” Jessica sighed, trying to hide her frustration. “We’ll get through this. She threw on a casual shirt and slacks, then left the bedroom. If she couldn’t work on her disintegrating sex life and marriage, she could work on her interview questions and research. Jessica went to her home office, powered up her computer and began studying her research and questions that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over questions again and again, thinking of second and third lines of questioning. She thought of different ways of phrasing her questions, in case she needed to rephrase anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the music videos. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her time as best she could. She looked at the track listing on the CD, and marked the tracks that were on her music DVDR. She could skip the those tracks and watch their videos later, thus saving a little time... and saving her the trouble of having to sit through any unnecessary ‘filth’. It was close to midnight when Jessica put the copy of “Only Natural” into computer and plugged in a pair of headphones. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to take notes on the lyrics. She shivered at what she heard.
Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually explicit material, she’d read some lyrics from some of the songs, but hadn’t procured a copy of the full material until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR music videos. Every single song on the album was sexually explicit. It wasn’t just a collection of bad words though. The songs on “Only Natural” described detailed acts of sex. More specifically, the songs were all about black men having sex with white women, all kinds of white women; younger, older, single, married… mothers…*********…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even more shocked when she read the CD’s liner notes. The group contended that all of the songs on the CD were based on true-life experiences! This was a particularly shocking claim, considering the stories told in some of the songs, particularly the some of the stories that the songs told.
This first song was called “Size DOES Matter”. “Whiteboys cry boo-hoo” went the refrain, “but your ladies know it’s true, SIZE DOES MATTER!” It was about all the stereotype of black men and abnormally large penises. The song underscored the whole philosophy of the group, and demonstrated why every track on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the song as the perpetuation of a ridiculous myth.
“Reparations” was about a black history project in a college class, where white students had to become ‘slaves’ for black students for two weeks. The white female students end up becoming sex slaves for black men, while the white male students were forced to watch. At first, Jessica thought the song was ridiculously aggressive and racist, but the outrageous story continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a brilliant political satire about race relations and the fear that many whites have of integrating with the black community. Maybe these rappers weren’t just talentless shock-happy thugs?
As Jessica continued listening to the outrageous stories the songs told, the explicit lyrics slowly started to grow on her. Many of more the songs seemed to be tongue in cheek. Jessica decided that the songs must intended as some kind of racial satire, and that the ‘true story’ claims were just part of the act, made to generate controversy and word-of-mouth. That was why the songs were so outrageous.
“Honey, I’m Home” told the story of a white man who comes home early, only to find his wife in bed with the black neighbour. Jessica saw this song as a commentary on the prejudice fears that white people have of living in the same neighbourhood with blacks.
“Higher Learning” was about an suburban High School that has to adjust to an influx of African-American students when an inner city school closes. The PTA protests that the ratio of student to teachers will be thrown out of balance... but really, they just don’t want blacks in their mostly white school. The song goes on to describe how the black male seniors seduce all the white girls and the hot white teachers. Jessica again saw this song as an exploitation of racist fears and social comment on white flight from the inner city.
“Big Boss Man” told the story of a white man vying for a promotion. He invites his black boss home for home-cooked gourmet dinner. When the boss meets his employee’s sexy white wife, he tells the couple that he’ll give her husband the promotion, if she lets him fuck her. The husband wants to say no, but before he can, the wife quickly agrees! The giant black man fucks the white wife on the dinner table, not bothering to eat any of the food or clear the table first. The next week, the boss gives the promotion to another black man... whom the white wife also happily agrees to fuck! Jessica interpreted this song as a mocking indictment of those who wanted to discontinue affirmative action.
“Spirit Stick” was about a white college cheerleading squad throwing a victory orgy for the black basketball team. There was a ‘humorous’ twist at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘entertaining’ the rival school’s team! Jessica had never liked jocks and air-headed cheerleaders in high school and college. Jessica was unsure what the song was trying to say, politically, but she couldn’t help but smile at the idea of the dumb jocks’ cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.
Not only was Jessica now finding the satirical lyrics to be insightful and amusing, she had to admit that the music itself was quite good. The heavy bass rhythms were strong and coursed through her body, making her want to dance, or at least move with the music. Jessica burned the remaining songs to her MP3 player and then switched over to listening to them on it, so that she could get up out of her chair and move around the room.
Jessica let the steady, relentless rhythm overtake her, and began to dance as the music continued. It had been a long time since she’d been able to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a little aroused. The lyrics still played through the music, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing bass that she barely heard them…at least not on a conscious level. The lyrics barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the rhythm of the bass coursing through her body. She barely noticed the more lurid tone the songs began to take. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamoured by the music that she missed the fact that the next song was featured as one of her music videos, and that she’d wanted to skip it.
"Nigga In The Wood Pile", the next track, was an even more humorous song than the previous ones. Using music samples from the old sappy love song, “You’re Having My Baby”, It told the story about a man witnessing the birth of 'his' first child. When the baby is born, its black, and the husband discovers that his loving wife has been fucking a black man!
“Black-Cock-Pit” was about an airplane flight that turned into an interracial orgy.
“Dear John” was about a white girl writing a break-up letter to her high-school sweet heart... explaining that she’s discovered BLACK MEN at college!
“Hot White Momma” was about the plight of a “sweet young white wife” to have a baby, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to take a black lover!
“The Wrecker” is about a ****** on vacation when their car breaks down. A black tow-truck driver shows up and seduced the mother and teenage ********, then drives off with both of them, abandoning the father/husband in the desert, with the broken-down car.
“Soccer Mom” was about a white woman who finds herself compelled to entertain her high-school-soccer playing son’s black teammates.
"Who You Daddy Now?" About a snobby, racist white college girl who is angry that her parents’ marriage is ending because of her mother’s affair with a black man. The black man moves into the house and has to assert his authority over the girl showing her just why her mother left her father for him.
“Man Of The House” told the tale of a black drifter who is taken in by a good Christian conservative ******, and how within a week he seduced both of the ******’s twin *********. When the parents walk in on the stud doing both girls at once, the father is outraged, but the wife is so turned on she joins in!
The last track was the title track, “Only Natural”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the music so much that she failed to notice that this song was featured in one of her music videos, and that she’d intended to skip it. The song underscored the philosophy of black male sexual superiority and potency, from the angle of ‘natural selection’. Black men were the alpha males, and had the ‘natural’ right to breed any woman they wanted. The song contended that deep down, every woman knew, accepted, and wanted this... especially white women. Every woman, even married women, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by black men. It was ‘only natural’.
By the end of the last track, Jessica was sweating, and her entire body was tingling. She realized that after weeks of being untouched, the sexually explicit lyrics of “Black Phallus” had aroused her. She needed Billy, and she needed him…immediately. She threw open the door to her office and went to her bedroom. Billy was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his slumber, and slid her hand down the front of his pants… nothing. She gently bit his earlobe. Billy muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back tears. She needed satisfaction, and she needed it… immediately!
Jessica walked quickly back to her office, unsure of what to do with herself. Her head was swimming with confusion…and lust. She glanced at her research... no…there was no way she could concentrate…she was just too wound up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the music videos on her desk and grabbed the title that attracted her attention earlier… something called “White Wedding, Blacked Bride”. It was the one track that she’d skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the music videos into her computer. Not wanting to wake Billy, she plugged her headphones back into the computer and sat down at her desk to watch the video. Within seconds, the heavy pounding of the bass coursed through her body, again igniting a fire that no cold shower was going to dowse…
Jessica’s big blue eyes locked onto the screen as the first images flickered to life. What happened next was like an out of body experience… Jessica couldn’t have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The “White Wedding, Blacked Brides” music video seemed to be a series of vignettes about brides ditching their grooms on their wedding day, so they could be with black men. The video opened with chimes playing Mendolsonn’s Wedding March, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass beat, and a female chorus chiming the words “I Do” repeatedly.
The opening scene showed the rappers standing on a stage similar to those one would see in a strip club, complete with provocative exotic dancers. The backdrops were of backlit stained-glass ‘walls’, evocative of church windows. The dancers were all young white women, wearing assorted skimpy outfits evocative of a bridal motif. All the girls were slender, with full breasts and long, lustrous hair. Each girl wore a bridal veil of some sort, white high-heels, and some skimpy white lingerie. One girl, a blonde, was wearing a lace bustier and panties. Another girl, a brunette, wore a lacey bra and panties and long, white satin gloves. A third girl, a redhead, wore a lacey bra and thong panties, with a garter belt and fishnet stockings. The other girls in the background were similarly attired.
The girls danced with the aid of 'stripper poles', similar to those scene in strip clubs. Jessica noted that the poles were painted a rich, dark mahogany brown and were highly polished. As the girls danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the polished brown poles, they mouthed the words to the "I Do" refrain. As the refrain ended, the camera cut to a close-up of one of the blonde. She turned her big blue eyes directly into the camera and sang the lyrics "I Do... I Do Black Men, And Only Black Men"!
Jessica shivered when she heard this, and started to make notes about the lyrics. But as the song continued, it became apparent that this video, unlike the others, had almost no lyrics. The music was almost entirely a dance-mix instrumental. The only lyrics came from the female chorus. Again and again: "I Do... I Do Black Men, And Only Black Men"!
The screen cut to a beautiful blonde bride walking down the aisle, then standing, facing her groom, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the bride as the dancer that had closed the preceding scene. As the music continued, the camera shot showed that the bride was in fact looking over the groom’s shoulder, at the best man… a handsome, bald, black man... obviously portrayed by one of the rappers. The bride smiles adoringly, looking into the rapper's face. The stud runs his tongue over his lips slowly, the bride nods, hypnotized… We see her fiddle nervously with her bouquet.
The scene changes to the sunny exterior of the church as the bride and groom emerge to a shower of rice or birdseed from all many of the wedding guests. They rush to the limo, where the groom gallantly opens the door for his wife and lets her in... but before he can climb in, the car suddenly pulls away from the curb. A large black hand reaches out, and closes the door. The groom and the wedding guests stand, stunned, on the church steps, as the limousine speeds away with the new bride. The usual “Just Married” sign has been replaced with a sign that says “Just Blacked!”
The camera cuts to the interior of the limo, to a close up of B-Love rapping while riding in the back. The camera pulls back to reveal the beautiful bride on her knees, between B-Love's bare black legs. She is apparently giving him oral sex. Her head bobs up and down in his lap, and blonde tresses and veil bounce gently with her movements. Her head bobs are timed perfectly with the music's beat.
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A shiver went up Jessica's spine when she saw that scene. She wanted to be offended by such a blatant disrespect of the institution and spirituality of marriage. Instead, the boldness of the video excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the action on the screen, and the steady pulse of the bass that vibrated through her body. So captivated by the events on the screen, she’d stopped taking notes. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one hand under her desk, and between her legs, resting her hand on her groin.
The refrain began again, and the scene shifted back to the 'stripper' setting. This time it ended on a close up different dancer, the redhead. Like the blonde, she looks directly into the camera, unblinking, and mouths the words "I Do Black Men, And Only Black Men".
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This time, the setting is a large and expensive looking reception hall. It's a different wedding, with a different groom, and this time the bride is the redhead. We see the bride and groom in the reception line, greeting their guests. A large black man comes up to the bride and smiles seductively, taking her hand and kissing it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his large black hands over her white-satin-clad breasts. Her eyes widen in shock momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The groom stands, staring, shocked at this behaviour. He puts his hand on his wife’s shoulder and tries to pull her away... but she slaps his hand, without stopping the kiss. He tries again and the black man, still kissing the bride, grabs the husband’s face and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the floor. Then, as all the guests stare in shock, the black stud picks up the bride and carries her away. She tosses her bouquet over his broad shoulders and a petite, tan blonde bridesmaid catches it. The girl holds the bouquet and a look around confused... then sees another black stud. This one is grinning at her! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her hand, and leads her out of the room behind the bride and her black stud! The bouquet falls to the floor, and the scene cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another bride, mouthing the lyrics "I Do Black Men, And Only Black Men".
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Jessica almost instinctively let her fingers snake down the front of her slacks... inside... and began to gently rub herself in time with the music. It was such a natural response, she didn’t even notice she was doing it.
Jessica's rubbing became more frantic as she watched the next vignette begin...
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This vignette shows this pretty white bride dancing with her groom. A black stud walks up behind the groom, staring at the pretty bride lustfully. The stud, never breaking his bold stare into the bride’s eyes, taps the groom on the shoulder and indicates that he would like to dance with the bride. The groom seems to object at first, but the bride smiles at the stud, and gently pushes the groom away. The black stud pulls her close for the dance, we see her eyes widen and glance down... we see the black stud smile... There is another cut, this time to a wide shot of the dance floor, full of dancers. We see the groom, wandering around, obviously looking for his bride, who does not seem to be anywhere on the dance floor. The camera pans across the crowd, and focuses on an out-of-the way doorway. We cut to a close up of the doorway. There we see the beautiful bride, pinned against the wall, her huge white skirt hitched up around her waist, while the black stud thrusts against her mercilessly... all in time with the beat of the music…
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Jessica was also keeping time with the music. Now the pretty, undersexed journalist in the full throws of passion, so enraptured with the video that she was barely aware of her own existence… let alone aware of how wantonly she was masturbating as she watched the video! Her face was flush, as she writhed in her chair, frantically rubbing her pussy while watching the action unfold. Her nimble white fingers probed deeper and deeper into the folds of her pink pussy, rubbing her clit methodically… staying in rhythm with the music. It was a miracle her eyes even managed to stay open and focus on the action, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly moan as the next vignette played... and the next... and the next.
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Every scenario was the same... a beautiful white bride ditches her white groom for some black stud.
We see a white bride and groom posing with while cutting the wedding cake. The groom lovingly feeds his bride a bite of cake. There is a black waiter standing behind him, staring at the bride... she meets his gaze, and sucks the white frosting off her groom’s fingers. Then she holds up a piece of cake for the groom. As he tries to bite his cake, she shoves it into his face. While the groom is wiping frosting out of his eyes, the black waiter whisks the bride and the cake out of reception hall and into the kitchen... with the black kitchen staff stare at the pair hungrily. The shot cuts to the bride’s expensive white dress lying in a pile on the filthy kitchen floor. The camera pans up to show the bride lying across the kitchen’s preparation table. She wears nothing but a few strategically placed smears of white cake frosting. She writhes in ecstasy as several pair of large black hands smear more cake frosting all over her milky white skin. The camera circles the table as a large, half-naked black men surround the writhing white bride and begin licking the frosting off her naked body. The camera stops between the bride’s legs... but the view of her pussy is blocked by a black man’s bald head! She rests her lily-white hand, with its shining wedding ring, on the black man’s bald head!
Another vignette shows a pretty blonde, sitting at the banquet table with her groom. The groom is talking to his best man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new bride. A slightly dishevelled bridesmaid taps the bride on the shoulder and whispers in her ear. The bride’s eyes widen, and she smiles. Without saying a word to her husband, the bride gets up and follows her bride’s maid out of the room, down the hall, to a dressing room. Opening the door, she finds 3 black men groping her maid-of-honour. The bride smiles and turn to the bride’s maid who led her to the room... she’s already stripping out of her pink dress. The bride turns back momentarily, looking down the hall to the banquet room. She can see her groom at the table... he looks down the hall... briefly making eye contact. He waves for her to come back. She turns away from him and enters the room, slamming the door behind her! The camera shows several quick cuts of hands (black men’s hands and white women’s hands) ripping the white gown from the bride’s lovely tan body.
Another vignette shows a bride adjusting her veil in front of a mirror. The door of her dressing room opens. She turns to see a handsome black janitor entering the room, apparently thinking it was empty. Seeing the bride sitting there, the janitor pauses for a moment, smiling at the lovely white girl. An enormous bulge rises in the crotch of his cover-all's... the bride’s eyes widen and she smiles and blushes. The janitor, seeing her reaction, smiles too, and shuts the door of the dressing room. We cut to wedding party in the front of the church, waiting for the bride so they can begin the ceremony. A beautiful woman, presumably the bride’s mother, walks to the changing room to get her ********. She knocks on the door... and it suddenly jerks open to reveal her beautiful white ******** on her knees (back to the camera) kneeling in front of a black man in her full bridal gown! The mother stares for a moment, before another black man, who was standing behind the door grabs her and drags her into the room.
This next vignette featured a fresh-faced brunette, being carried across the threshold of her honeymoon suite. The groom kisses her... she nods towards the bed and smiles... The groom holds up a finger, indicating they should wait, and that he wants to take a shower first. The bride pouts, while the groom steps into the bathroom. Then there is a knock at the door. It's one of the hotel employees, a handsome black man, with a complimentary bottle of champagne. The bride smiles and lets him in... he looks around, wondering where the groom is. The bride indicates the bathroom. The black stud looks at the closed bathroom door... and back at the bride. He smiles. The camera pans up the bride's body, ending on her beautiful face...she's smiling, coyly biting her lower lip and shuffling her feet under her dress.
The next shot was made from a suspiciously low angle, showing the groom coming out of the bathroom, towelling off... he looks in the direction of the camera, and his jaw drops. The camera pulls back... now we see the groom in the background. In the foreground, on either side of the screen, are the bride's legs sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in time with the music. Suddenly, the black man rises from between the girl's legs, blocking our view of the groom. He continues thrusting into the girl, in time with her leg bounces, and the beat of the bass. We can't see any action below his waist, but he is naked his muscular black torso shines with sweat. He takes a swig of champagne from the bottle. Then he pours some down... apparently over the bride. All the while, he continues thrusting, in time with the music's beat. The bride’s lily white hands run up over his chest, and around his shoulders and neck as he dives back into action, out of the camera shot. The groom is revealed again... now he's crying.
Irony can be a sickening thing.
"JESS? MY GOD!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
Jessica McFarland's eyes bolted open, as she shot up from her chair, quickly pulling her hand from her panties... and found herself looking at a confused, and shocked husband. Billy stood in the dark hallway, just beyond the open doorway of Jessica’s office, his eyes glancing from his wife to the screen of her computer, and back again. The expression on his face perfectly matched that of the teary-eyed groom in the honeymoon suite.
"Honey... I'm sorry...it’s just... I thought you were asleep..." Jessica stammered as she clutched at her dampened panties.
"I was! But I woke up, hearing you moaning out here, like a bitch in heat..."
That comment alarmed Jessica. She hadn't been aware she was moaning. For that matter, she hadn’t really been aware she was masturbating until Billy walked in and interrupted her. Now that she stood facing him, she began to realize how close she had been to what would have been an earth-shattering climax. Billy’s unexpected arrival had prevented that, though. Her pussy still tingled…begging for attention, but at that moment, Jessica couldn’t be concerned with finishing what she’d started. She was just too embarrassed.
Billy continued "I wondered what was going on... I guess I found out, didn't I?" Billy cried... the room wasn't very light, but Jess swore she could make out tears on Billy's face. "I can't believe it... in here, masturbating, watching that filth!"
"Baby, please..." Jess pleaded for her husband to understand... but she knew it was futile. "I didn't mean for this to... it just... it's been so long, I couldn't control it... Besides, it’s not a big deal...I was just masturbating... and it’s not even to porn, its just a music video."
But that was Billy's entire problem. The black men at work were treating him like shit...now he found his wife masturbating to the images of muscular black men and white women in a music video. It was more than he could stand.
"It's a bunch of god damn niggers!" Billy blurted. Normally he would never use such racist language, but he couldn't help himself.
"Billy!" Jessica scolded, "that is completely uncalled for! What's gotten into you?" She was starting to get angry. This was a side of Billy that she really didn't like.
"I'll tell you what's gotten into me," Billy cried, "I'm lying alone in my bed while my wife is watching videos and imagining herself with a bunch of God-damned niggers!"
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Jessica yelled. Now she was mad. "I'm sick and tired of you wallowing in your own self-pity! I came to you twice tonight, begging you for sex...BEGGING! You turned away, both times! HOW DARE YOU complain that I'm masturbating! I wouldn't have to do that if you could GET IT UP FOR ONCE!"
As soon as the words left Jessica's mouth, she regretted them. She wished she could take them back, but she couldn't, it was too late. Billy's eyes widened with anger... or fear... or sadness. He turned away and went to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him, before Jessica could say anything.
The full realization of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica hard, and she felt sick to her stomach. Her last comments left her filled with guilt. Why had she screamed at him like that? That was so terrible! She was so ashamed of what she'd been doing. Jessica looked at the computer monitor. The video had ended. She had no idea what the finale scene was. She thought about the fact that there were some other music videos she wanted to review, but after the fight with her husband, she didn’t think she’d be able to concentrate on work. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio by 8am the next day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the bedroom with her husband, no doubt they’d be up half the night talking. As much as she wanted to sort things out with Billy, tomorrow night was the big interview, and she needed to get some sleep. Jessica decided to sleep on the sofa in her home office. She grabbed a blanket from the linen closet and a bottle of water before stripping down to her underwear and lying down on the couch.
As Jessica lay her head down on her pillow and closed her eyes, thoughts and self-doubt swam through her tired mind. Her marriage had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been intimate with her husband in months, but now she wasn't even able to sleep next to him. Was she being selfish? Had she been neglecting Billy all this time? Was that why he couldn't talk to her about his problem...why he was so stressed out? Was it really all her fault? Had she been so focused on her career lately, that she'd been neglecting her husband's problems? If so then that meant she'd be able to concentrate on her personal life after the next night's interview with Black Phallus.
Jessica smiled as she drifted off to sleep. She resolved that things would change...after she got through the interview. Yes... after the interview, things would be different!
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The church was full of faceless guests.
The groom stood at the altar...
The bride stood in her dressing room, adjusting her veil in the large standing mirror...
The black man stepped into the frame of her reflection. He was tall and muscular; he placed a large ebony hand on the bride's shoulder.
The groom stood at the altar, the music stopped.
The guests' heads turned too watch the bride's approach.
The bride watches in the mirror as two large black hands circle from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded white corset to shreds. White pearls and beads fall through the air slowly... bouncing and rolling on the floor...
The black man's hands slide over the newly exposed white belly of the bride...and over her full white breasts.
The groom taps his foot, raises his hand up and looks at his watch.
The guests turn to each other, there are murmurs of confusion.
The bride watches as the black man's hands move over her breasts pinching and teasing her stiffening pink nipples, then up under the veil, lifting it out of the way... revealing the face of Jessica McFarland.
The groom turns towards the back of the church... screaming... "JESS!? MY GOD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" It's Billy... tears stream down his face.
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Jessica bolted upright in the bed, her full white breasts heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a dream... It was almost 9 am. She decided she'd better take a cold shower and get to work and prepare for the evening's interview.
When Jessica got into the shower, she made sure to crank the cold water up high. For some reason her skin felt like it was on fire. It wasn’t pain, it was an extraordinary sensitivity, one that could only be attributed to a heightened state of sexual tension. This was the same sexual tension that had been building up through weeks and weeks of sexlessness. This was the same tension that had led her to masturbate the previous evening, while watching Black Phallus’s explicit video. It was the same sexual tension that had led her to yell at Billy…and give her that awful nightmare. How could she masturbate while watching that video? How could she dream about herself as one of those brides…cheating on Billy? And why did that dream make her wake up so horny?
Thanks to her dream, her guilt was in full gear. She tried to remind herself that she’d been trying to initiate lovemaking with Billy for months, but her own terrible words kept coming back to haunt her. How could she have said those awful things to him? The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that Billy's impotence was somehow her fault. He must have felt neglected by her recent career focus, or maybe threatened by her recent success. But in any case, she was going to fix it!
As the cold water cascaded over her perfect white body, Jessica planned her evening. After the interview, they would go out for a nice, quiet, romantic dinner, somewhere secluded. When they got home, Jessica would give Billy a nice massage. After that, she was sure he'd be nice and relaxed, and then she'd initiate lovemaking. To make sure it wouldn't fail, she'd start off by giving him oral sex. Oral sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the thought of taking a penis in her mouth to be gross.
Once Jessica was out of the shower, she selected some of her sexiest lingerie. She decided that would wear it all day, so that when she and Billy got home, she could shed her clothing right in front of him, and let him see what she had planned. The lingerie set she chose was her sexiest set, something she'd bought on sale at the Hidden Closet lingerie store, and had been saving it for her anniversary. The set was entirely made of black satin and lace, and was composed of a demi-bra, thong panties, a matching garter belt, and a pair of black thigh-high hose stockings.
As she dressed in the ensemble, she admired her reflection in her full-length mirror. The black lace and satin complimented her fair complexion beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her firm, 36c breasts, without binding her flesh. The panties rode her hips creating a French-cut V in the front, while leaving her beautiful round white ass exposed with the thong back. The garters complimented the bra and panties set, and the thigh-high black hose gave the sexiness of fishnet stockings, without looking unprofessional under a skirt. Jessica found a sexy, yet tasteful black skirt and blazer that could be worn on-air for the evening’s interview and then to dinner at a nice restaurant afterwards. By the time Jessica was completely dressed, Billy was already up. They bumped into each other in the kitchen...
"I'm sorry honey," Jessica cooed, resting a delicate hand on her husband's shoulder, "I never should have said those awful things!"
Billy smiled half-heartedly at his wife. She'd been very hurtful to him last night, but she always had such a sweet voice. It was always seemed both girlishly innocent and seductively throaty at the same time.
"I'm sorry too..." Billy shrugged, looking down at his shoes, once again, unable to look his wife in the eyes, "its just... you know..."
"I know all about it honey!" Jessica said softly. She took his chin in her hand and raised his face so that he was forced to make eye contact. "I think I understand why you've been so upset lately."
"You do?" Billy was surprised. How did she figure out what the problem was?
"Uh-huh" Jessica squeaked girlishly, and nodded. "I know things have been difficult since I started work at KNEN, and I'm sorry. I've had this big interview coming up, and it's had me completely stressed out."
"Oh." Billy muttered. "Those... rappers." Billy felt his blood start to boil.
"Yes." Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the wrong thing to say. Her guilt over the previous night took hold again... again casting herself as the neglectful wife. It was bad enough that this assignment had taken so much of her attention lately, but then for him to catch her masturbating to one of their videos... And what a video... it was practically pornographic! Then there was the possibility of that 'publicity stunt' KNEN had warned her about. Jessica wasn't about to let them intimidate her, but she thought she had better warn Billy.
"Billy" Jessica started, "I have to interview those thugs tonight in the studio... and... Well, given what I've learned about them, I'm ... afraid that they'll try something funny."
Billy stared at Jessica. She continued speaking before he could respond.
"I don't think it will be too bad..." Jessica said, adopting a conciliatory tone, "but they might try some kind of publicity stunt... Nothing dangerous, but something you might not like. The network really wants this interview, they're ready for it... and I might have to go along with it, for the sake of the show."
"Maybe I should be there," Billy croaked softly, not liking what he was hearing, "you know... for moral support."
Jessica looked at her husband lovingly, and kissed him. In spite of the awful things she'd said to him the night before, he still wanted to give her his love and support.
"Oh Billy, I love you!" Jessica smiled, "Why don't you come by the studio tonight! I'd like that. That would be perfect!"
"Perfect?" Billy's curiosity was peaked, "What do you mean?"
"Look," Jessica grinned, playfully running a hand over her husband's shoulders. "I know things have been difficult lately, and maybe I've been too wrapped up in my career. I'm afraid I've caused some confusion about where my priorities are. I just want you to know that I'm planning something special for you tonight!"
"Really?" Billy smiled eagerly "What?"
"I can't tell you, it's a surprise!" Jess whispered coyly. "But rest assured, after tonight's interview is done, there's not going to be anymore confusion about where my affections lie! You’re going to see a whole new side of me. I promise!"
With that, she kissed him on the cheek, and was out the door.
PART FOUR: THE STAGE IS SET
When Jessica arrived at the studio, she had a quick meeting with her producer and went over the plans for that evening’s show. It was established that Jessica would present a little background information on the group, and introduce each of the music videos before conducting the interview with Black Phallus. Jessica was glad of this. Due to all the mess with Billy the previous evening she hadn’t been able to watch all the videos. Seeing the videos before the interview would give her the opportunity to prepare more questions. The only real problem Jessica now had was that her assistant didn’t appear to be in the studio.
Normally, Sarah was there, waiting for Jessica with a bright smile and a coffee, water, or juice. This was not the case today. It was almost noon before Sarah finally did show up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like most of the crew, Sarah was usually nervous on broadcast days, but today she seemed worse. She wasn’t just nervous, she seemed agitated and distracted. Jessica noticed this behaviour, but remembered her discussion with Sarah the previous day. Sarah thought the rappers were filthy and disgusting, and feared what kind of ‘publicity stunt’ they might pull in the studio. Sarah was no doubt extra nervous about them being in the studio that night. Still, there was something else unusual that Jessica noticed. Sarah looked strangely unkempt. Her normally perfect make-up looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very tired and her clothes also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the same clothes she had worn the previous day! Had the poor girl not slept? When they had a few minutes, Jessica took the opportunity to speak with her young friend and assistant.
“Sarah, is everything all right?” Jessica asked, resting a hand on her assistant’s shoulder, “You seem out of sorts today.”
“Sorry Jessica,” Sarah smiled weakly, and maybe a little nervously, “I don’t know what you mean…”
“Well,” Jessica raised an eyebrow, “I mean you were late getting in this morning, and you seem a little distracted today. Are you sure you’re okay? Are those.. aren’t those the same clothes you wore yesterday?”
“Oh, yeah” Sarah smiled, “I had a rough night last night. Up kind of late… you know…”
“Before a studio session day!?” Jessica was surprised. Sarah knew better than that. Everybody had to operate at one hundred ten percent on broadcast days.
“Well, I was helping Black Phallus test their equipment for tonight, remember?” Sarah smiled weakly “We were getting busy most of the night... I mean...busy most of the night, getting things ready!”
“Oh, of course, Sarah, I’m so sorry, I forgot about that. I hope they weren’t too hard on you? You should have gotten some boys from engineering to help out.”
“Oh, they did… I mean, we did. We were up all night... I ended up sleeping here in my office.” Sarah smiled.
“So, things went well then?” Jessica asked.
“Oh,” Sarah nodded, looking blankly into Jessica’s big blue eyes, “it went a lot better than I expected. I learned a lot about the group, and I have a whole new respect for what they’re doing.”
“Really?” Jessica was shocked to hear how much Sarah’s opinion had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own enjoyment of the music, but would never have believed her conservative, demure young assistant would have been able to look past the surface of the lyrics. When Sarah had first learned that Black Phallus would be featured on the program, she’d been disgusted. The idea that Sarah had gained any respect for that kind of group made Jessica more than a little curious. “How? I mean...”
“Well,” Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary answer, “it would take a long time to explain and I don’t think we have time. I think they need you in make up, then they’re going to need to set up the lights, so you’d better get going! And don’t let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those lights are like!” Sarah’s last comment was made as she steered Jessica towards the dressing room and thrust a fresh water bottle into her hands.
Jessica knew that Sarah was trying to hide something, but as much as she wanted to uncover the mystery, she simply didn’t have the time. Sarah was right, Jessica needed to be made up and prepped for the interview. The truth would have to wait until another day.
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Within the hour, Jessica was at the anchor desk, going over her while the set’s engineers busied themselves around her. After Black Phallus’s lighting preferences had been programmed in the previous evening, the studio lighting needed to be reconfigured to best light Jessica McFarland’s delicate porcelain features. As she sat under the changing studio lights, Jessica couldn’t help but feel like the lights were hotter than normal. Certainly, studio lighting always put out a lot of heat, but tonight the lights’ heat seemed especially severe. Jessica found herself drinking bottle after bottle of ice water. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making certain that Jessica never ran out of the water that she was so eagerly consuming. Neither Jessica nor Sarah had any idea that the water was laced with Xcite, the E&I produced chemical that provoked intense sexual arousal in women, with some liquid “e” ecstasy mixed in for quicker results.
“Sarah?” Jessica asked her assistant, as she was handed her fourth bottle of water, “Does it seem warm in here to you?”
“What…” Sarah babbled nervously, “well, yes. I mean, of course it is. It’s probably just the lights.” She smiled weakly at Jessica, and tried desperately to avoid eye contact.
“Still…” Jessica replied, trying to ignore her assistant’s strange behaviour, “ it seems warmer than usual. Why don’t you check with the floor manager? I think the AC needs to be turned up.”
“Actually, I think that is intentional,” Sarah retorted quickly, “I mean, it was requested by Black Phallus, you know, one of the conditions they had about doing you…your show... the show, was that they wanted the studio environment to be controlled, set to their specifications.”
“Really?” Jessica raised an eyebrow and took a swig from her water bottle. “I can understand lighting and sound, and even camera work, but the temperature? Those Black Phallus guys seem a bit domineering.”
“Yes…” Sarah replied quietly, carefully watching the water level in Jessica’s current bottle, “I learned that last night. They like to take complete control of everything!”
“Oh well…” Jessica sighed and stretched her neck. Leaning back, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she fanned herself with her note cards. “I hope we can get this over with soon. I’m burning up with this heat. How much longer ‘til we start?” Jessica finished her bottle of water.
Sarah smiled and immediately handed Jessica another bottle. “Not much longer now I think. It’s about forty-five minutes ‘til broadcast time. The guys from tech are setting up and checking the webcast software.”
Jessica had forgotten about the webcast. While the show was being recorded, it would be airing live on pay per view and also being broadcast on pay-per-view web access.
“Great, not much time then.” Jessica sighed. “Are they here yet? I’d like to meet them before the interview.”
“Umm… yes, they’re here, but they’re in make up.” Sarah replied.
“Good, I’m glad they’re actually here. I’d hate to go live tonight with nothing to show the public!”
“Oh, I’m sure that won’t be a problem!” Sarah smiled.
“Is make-up very busy?” Jessica asked, looking at herself in a nearby monitor. “I think I need a quick touch up before we go on. All this heat is making me sweat and I don’t want my face to be shiny for the interview.”
Sarah giggled, “I don’t think our viewers are going to mind a shiny face!” Jessica shot her assistant a puzzled look. Sarah immediately spoke again, “…but I’ll go find a make up person right away!” With that Sarah dashed away from Jessica McFarland as quickly as possible, trying desperately to stifle a laugh.
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There was a sense of great anticipation on the air, and as the hour of the interview approached, the tension in the studio’s atmosphere got higher and higher. Jessica found herself getting very nervous, more so than normal for one of her interviews. For one thing, Billy still hadn't arrived in the studio, like he said he would be. She couldn't imagine where he'd got to. He knew where the studio was. She just hoped that he arrived before the broadcast started, otherwise security might not let him in, once they were on the air.
Jessica’s nervous energy and countless bottles of water resulted in a much needed bathroom break. She returned from her break minutes before the broadcast, and the tension of the studio was even stronger than before she’d left. The atmosphere was justified. Not only were they going on live television tonight, but there was to be a live web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap group in the country… maybe even the world! Then there was the possibility of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial group like Black Phallus would almost certainly take advantage of the uncensored interview segment to stage some kind of provocative publicity stunt. It could be almost anything... and the network would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly nervous. It was a sense of nervousness that Jessica knew that the whole staff of “The Whole Truth” news program shared. That shared nervousness was demonstrated when the make-up girl spilled a bottle of base make-up down the front of Jessica’s black blazer… with mere minutes to air time!
The girl was very apologetic, “I’m so sorry Ms. McFarland... somebody bumped into me and I lost my grip on the bottle!”
Indeed, Jessica had seen a black crewmember walk by just as Heather was opening the make-up bottle. Funny, her crew wasn’t normally this clumsy. The set director quickly summoned wardrobe to bring another blazer for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could protest, she was being stripped out of her black top by the busy hands of a wardrobe artist! This was particularly embarrassing since the black blazer that Jessica had worn that evening was a closed jacket with a very high neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not worn one! Jessica’s sexy black “Hidden Closet” demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all eyes in the studio! Jessica didn’t like the looks she was getting from the crew, even if it was for just a second. This was a rattling event that she did not need to go through right before an interview.
“Lets hustle people, we’ve got 3 minutes to air!” A voice buzzed over the intercom, from the sound booth.
The wardrobe girl immediately started helping Jessica into a new blazer, while the make up girl finished her job. The women worked briskly and busily around Jessica’s face and torso. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was aware that the make up girl was smearing some access base across Jessica’s cleavage. Then, in a flash, the make up girl and wardrobe girl were gone.
“One minute people!” The director called.
Jessica looked down to see if she needed to do any quick preening, and was shocked by the sight of her new jacket! The jacket was a brilliant royal blue colour, with a black collar, but no lapels. There was also a black pattern going up the sides, to emphasize Jessica’s hourglass figure. The problem was that the jacket had a “U” shaped neckline about six inches wide, and ending in the middle of Jessica’s chest. The designer jacket would have looked very professional if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the jacket exposed a generous amount of the inner portion of Jessica’s milky white breasts, and even a bit of her black demi-bra’s center! The wardrobe girl had given her the wrong kind of jacket!
“Hey!” Jessica called out, “I need a blouse, or a different jacket! Quick! Wardrobe!”
“Sorry, that’s all we could find!
“I’ve got a spare jacket in my office” Jessica offered, “if you could send somebody...”
“No time!” the director called over the microphone, “don’t worry, you look great! We’re live in five… four… three… two…Cue Music!”
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Backstage, in the Green Room, one of the VIP waiting rooms down the hall from the studio, Billy McFarland sat in a large overstuffed chair and anxiously waited for his wife’s news program to begin. The room was luxurious... with soft lighting, rich furnishings, and a fully stocked complimentary snack and drink bar, with a refrigerator. The walls of the room were panelled in mahogany and decorated with African tribal masks. One wall featured a built-in plasma HDTV monitor, permanently set to KNEN. In spite of the opulent surroundings, Billy was highly agitated.
He’d arrived late, been hassled by security downstairs. It shouldn’t have been a problem, if these had been the same guys that normally carded him on his way into the building. But since he didn’t normally on Saturdays, the Saturday afternoon security crew was unfamiliar with him. He was certainly unfamiliar with them… they looked more like bouncers for some black nightclub. In any case, these guys insisted on scanning Billy’s ID.
“Sorry Sir,” one of the burly black officers shrugged, handing Billy his card, “but this ID doesn’t appear to be valid.”
“What?” Billy replied, “There must be some mistake. Try it again, I work here!”
The guard swiped the card through the reader again… looked at his computer screen and shrugged again. “Sorry sir, you don’t seem to be in the system.”
These guys claimed to have problems scanning his ID. Billy knew it was bullshit. These black bastards were giving him trouble because he was a white guy. “I don’t have time for this crap, I have to get to the studio!”
The second black guard stepped in front of Billy, blocking his path. Billy couldn’t help but back away in fear of the giant, muscled black man. “No sir, we can’t let you in without a pass.”
The guards took twenty minutes to ‘verify Billy’s identity’ with the security office. They didn’t bother apologizing. As Billy pushed past the beefy black guards, he shouted that that his wife was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to have them fired for the way they treated him. This didn’t produce the result that Billy expected... the fuckers just laughed at him!
Billy was getting into the elevator when the guards shouted their response for everybody in the lobby to hear... “BITCH, A fine woman like Jessica McFarland wouldn’t let a limp-dicked whiteboy like him anywhere near her!” They laughed.
That struck a nerve... Billy choked on his rage as the elevator doors closed and the laughter echoed through the lobby. No matter. By Monday morning, they wouldn’t be laughing anymore.
By the time Billy got to the floor where the studio was, the broadcast had started. The studio security, another pair of black bodybuilder bouncer types, refused to allow him into the studio, now that the broadcast was in progress. Instead, Billy was escorted to the green room and told to watch the broadcast from there.
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Becky Davenport trembled in nervous anticipation as she anxiously watched the screen and waited for the show to start. She couldn’t believe she was actually going to be able to watch the interview on television!
Becky had called her sister Sarah a couple of days earlier, hoping to get a VIP pass to visit the studio that night and actually meet the group. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the group was not appropriate to for Becky to even listen to, and she wouldn’t be responsible for exposing Becky to more of their ‘filth’. Becky had cried and begged, but her sister would not relent. Becky’s friend Lauren had invited Becky to a slumber party to watch the interview on Laura’s computer with some of their friends, but Becky’s ridiculously conservative parents wouldn’t allow her to sleep over at a friend’s house on a school night! Lauren promised to DVR the interview for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The next morning, after Becky had abandoned all hope of seeing the interview, Becky woke to find a voice-mail on her cell phone. The message was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her credit card number so that Becky could order the interview on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled! She already knew her parents wouldn’t be home that night so she had the whole house... and the big TV in the living room... all to herself. That night was one of the rare occasions that Becky’s overprotective parents left her home alone. Her father, was at his mid-week church meeting. Her mother was at her monthly book-club get-together. She was actually going to be able to do it! She was going to be able to watch the interview with Black Phallus, her favourite music group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home!
The young redhead’s small white hands were trembling with so much excitement and apprehension that she could barely dial the phone number for the pay-per-view service. A feeling of prickly heat tingled through the white teen’s back and shoulders as she registered her sister’s credit card information. Then Becky Davenport sat back on the living room couch, all alone in her house, watching the television intently, as the opening titles of “The Whole Truth” played on the screen and the program she’d so desperately wanted to see began.
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“Good evening, I’m Jessica McFarland, and this is... The Whole Truth!” Jessica intoned in her professional demeanour.
Jessica turned to camera two to introduce the night’s story, briefly wincing as she caught a glimpse of herself in the monitor. The inner half of each of her full, milky white breasts were clearly visible. She looked like a high-priced call girl, so some kind of porno-film version of herself. She tried to ignore her predicament and concentrated on the story.
“Tonight we have ‘The Whole Truth’ about ‘Black Phallus’, America’s most controversial, and most popular, underground rap group. Their first album, ‘Only Natural’ has already sold over a million copies in the few months its been released, thanks to label-direct internet sales. Their music is heard in night clubs and teenagers’ rooms across the country.”
Jessica could barely concentrate on the words scrolling up the teleprompter screen. The heat of the studio lights on her bare chest was a constant reminder of how much of her cleavage was on display for the camera and America to see. Jessica positioned her arms in a way that she hoped blocked the camera’s view of her cleavage, and continued reading the teleprompter.
“These facts are surprising, given the fact that their music was never aired on the radio, or television, and banned from some record stores’ shelves! The reason for this is because some in the government and the media claim that the group is simply too obscene to be broadcast. Black Phallus’s lyrics are sexually explicit and racially charged. Likewise, their videos have never been seen on television because of the sexual content and allegedly offensive nature. Some music network officials have gone so far as to label the videos as being pornographic or racist.”
Jessica paused briefly as she caught another glimpse of herself in a studio monitor. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her arms failed to hide the cleavage that her jacket was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her arms around attempting to find a more modest pose, everything she did seemed to show off her cleavage even more. Jessica’s eyes darted between the prompter and the monitor as she continued trying to find a more professional position and read the teleprompter at the same time.
“Black Phallus claims that the use of such extreme content in their music is meant to express their deeply-held political philosophy about popular ideas and societal values. In short, they make the age-old claim of every controversial artist... that their controversial material is artistically justified freedom of expression. They point out other so-called ‘explicit’ songs that are given radio and video play and ask why they are singled out for complaints. The group claims that they are victims of racism. They claim that that they are being censored because their music is perceived as a threat to the white establishment. They say that there are some in white America that wants their voices silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN’s web simulcast, our viewers will learn just what Black Phallus wants them to know!”
The nervousness in Jessica’s voice could barely be disguised. In her attempts to cover herself in front of the camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to become rattled. Jessica knew that if she appeared to lack confidence, it would be bad for her television presentation and disastrous for her interview. She abandoned her attempts to find a more demure camera angle and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.
“Are they artists victimized by a racist establishment? Are they simply vulgar pornographers?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing interview tonight! But first, we’re going to show you the videos that the music video channels won’t. All this, and more, after a brief break, for our sponsors.”
Jessica shivered a little as she read those last lines off the teleprompter. She'd been so focused on the interview, and worried about the publicity stunt that she had forgotten about the fact that the videos were going to be shown that night... on air, with her in the studio! Memories of watching the video the previous night... and the effect that they’d had on her worried her. She hoped... prayed... that the videos wouldn’t stir her up the way they’d done the other night... not here... not now... on the air.
Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby monitor... she was sweating a little... and her milky white breasts were heaving obscenely. She had to get herself under control. She guzzled the bottle of water under her desk... and quickly opened another, downing half of it quickly.
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Billy sat stunned during the commercial break. What the hell were they making his Jessica wear? Her tits were almost completely exposed by the jacket she was wearing! Why the hell would she agree to wear such a thing?
He walked over to the bar and grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator.
Then suddenly he smiled. Of course! This was part of Jessica’s surprise! She was going to flaunt her body a little on television... then after the broadcast she’d wear that little outfit to dinner... and home... very naughty!
That was why he wasn’t able to get into the studio! He was being intentionally delayed so the outfit would be a surprise!
That must be the reason. Billy sat back to watch the rest of the program.
Yes... that must be it.
Billy tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach that was telling him that he was wrong.
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During the brief break, Sarah Davenport quickly rushed on-set to put four more bottles of ice-cold water under Jessica’s desk.
Seeing her assistant, and realizing that the break afforded her an opportunity, Jessica decided to do something about her jacket. “Sarah, I need you to get the spare jacket out of my office. I can’t continue a program looking like this!” Jessica spread her arms and showed the ridiculous amount of beautiful white cleavage that her jacket exposed.
Sarah looked at Jessica’s beautiful white cleavage and bit her lip nervously. “Of course Jess… I mean Ms. McFar… Jessica.” The young beauty stammered.
Jessica couldn’t help but notice the unusually anxious behaviour her normally calm and collected assistant was displaying. Jessica also suddenly noticed that Sarah’s blouse was mis-buttoned, and her white lace bra was visible.
“Sarah,” Jessica whispered to her assistant, “You’ve got some buttons out of place. The upper three are undone, and the middle one is out of sync with the button holes.”
“Oh! Oops!” Sarah quickly reached up to fix her buttons... and that’s when Jessica noticed something really unusual.
“Sarah!” Jessica exclaimed, “where is your engagement ring?”
Sarah hesitated for a moment, fixing her blouse before answering. Strangely, the conservative young woman left the top three buttons unbuttoned, showing an unusual amount of her cleavage. Her white lacy bra was even more visible than it had been before she fixed her blouse!
“What?...oh... uh...” Sarah finally answered, “Oh, I just left it at home this morning. I was worried about misplacing somewhere at work.”
Now Jessica knew something was wrong. “Sarah, are you sure everything is all right?” Jessica asked quietly.
“Yeah..” Sarah answered, sweating now. “Yeah, I’m fine, why?”
“I don’t know...” Jessica smiled. “It’s just that earlier... you told me that you spent the night here in your office, and just now you said you left your ring at home...”
Sarah’s eyes widened, and she briefly bit her lip. “Oh...oh...” she giggled, “I’m sorry, did I say at home, I meant in my office. I left my ring in my office.”
Jessica continued, “...but...”
Sarah hesitated again... “Look... we’ll have to talk about this after the show... there isn’t time to go into it now.” Sarah fled the set before Jessica could respond.
“Why is the girl so cagey?” Jessica wondered. She didn’t have time to wonder for very long, because the director’s voice boomed over the studio intercom, interrupting Jessica’s train of thought.
“... BACK IN FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE... and GO!”
Jessica finished her bottle of water, smiled brightly, and turned to the camera, as words lit up on the teleprompter.
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“Pornographic, racist, offensive. These are the words that music video network executives used in describing why they have continually refused to air music videos created by the music group “Black Phallus”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the videos cannot air on regularly broadcast television. The decision has resulted in preventing all of those music videos from ever airing on television... until tonight!”
Jessica tried to focus on the teleprompter and ignore the image of herself on the studio monitor. Her chest was heaving and her cleavage was beginning to shine with perspiration. This was not unnoticed by the black male studio crew.
“Tonight we, we at The Whole Truth, are able to present these videos, in their entirety. We have managed to do this only because this interview is being carried on pay-per-view stations, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the material you see tonight will be shown in its entirety. Much of it is sexually explicit, and may be considered offensive. After these videos are aired tonight, stay tuned for an exclusive interview with the artists responsible, and hear what they have to say about their music, their videos, and their unusual philosophy about society, culture, and race.”
Jessica’s mind briefly flashed forward to the interview later that night. She imagined herself trying to professionally confront these outrageous black rappers. How would she possibly be able to conduct such an interview wearing a jacket that left her breasts available to lusting stares of the same men that specialized in sensational, sexually explicit lyrics about white women. What horrible comments might they make about her body if they saw her in this jacket?
“The first music video that “The Whole Truth” will show you tonight concerns Black Phallus’s views on the concept of marriage. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually explicit lyrics and video footage. Black Phallus claims that this explicit material is vitally necessary to underscore the points that they are trying to make about what they call, “unnatural cultural values”. Critics claim that the music video, like the music itself, is simply puerile pornography and an affront to a time-honoured tradition and sacred institution.”
Jessica took an unnaturally long pause at this point, her mind wandering to the images she’d seen in the music video… and the reaction that she’d had to them… and betrayed look on her husband’s face.
And now, “The Whole Truth” presents Black Phallus’s “White Wedding...” Jessica hesitated before finishing the title of the song... she’d forgotten she’d have to say some of these suggestive and explicit words on air!
“White Wedding, Blacked Bride!” Jessica tried to maintain a professional demeanor, but couldn’t help but shiver as the song’s complete title left her mouth. She could even feel a tingle... one she’d felt the previous evening when she’d seen the video.
The video feed cut to the opening of the music video, which Jessica tried desperately to ignore. The last time she’d seen this video she got highly aroused. She couldn’t allow that to happen here... she couldn’t allow people to think that Black Phallus’s music video turned her on! Still, she couldn’t help but notice that several pairs of eyes in the studio were glued to the monitor screens as the video played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a water bottle, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to find something to distract her from the video playing on monitors all around her... and noticed that Sarah was nowhere to be seen.
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“I gave her all the water, just like you said.” Sarah said quietly to the hulking black form of Tom Watkins... manager of Black Phallus. They were in her office.
“And the temperature and stage lights are at the setting I requested?” Watkins said, grabbing the young woman’s breasts and kneading them roughly through the silky fabric of her blouse.
“Yesssssss” Sarah cooed, rubbing her hands over Tom powerful chest, and under his jacket. “Please! You said... if I did it, that you’d ... we could... you know.” Sarah dropped a hand down to Tom’s groin, rubbing the enormous rock hard bulge in his trousers.
“Say it Sarah!” Watkins commanded, “don’t imply. Say it!”
“You said you’d fuck me!” Sarah whimpered... “You said you’d fuck me with your BIG BLACK COCK like you did last night!”
“Of course I will Sarah, but you know what you have to do to get us started!” Tom smiled.
Sarah backed away, not wanting to leave the black man’s embrace, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her fingers over the buttons of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her full, firm breasts, encased in their white lacy bra. Sarah’s soft white skin was covered with hickeys... hickeys she’d received the previous evening, from many black mouths.
Tom reached a large black hand out and snatched Sarah’s bra, pulling it down, freeing her full firm breasts, and hard nipples. Sarah’s came instantly at the dominating action... her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, face to face with Tom’s groin. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed black cock, nuzzling Tom’s groin, inhaling his manly scent... a scent laced with the EI enhanced X Serum hormone!
“You know what to do Sarah! Don’t keep me waiting!” Tom whispered. “We don’t have much time. You have to be ready for your part of the show tonight!”
Sarah immediately worked her nimble white fingers over Tom’s zipper, and freed his monstrous 12 inch black cock. Taking it quickly in both her tiny white hands, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating brown eyes, and gently licked the precum from the tip of his cock.
Then, she came again.
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‘Disgusting! Absolutely disgusting!’ Billy thought to himself as he watched the Black Phallus video. “I can’t believe they would put this garbage on television, let alone expose my wife to it, and make her do a story about them. Don’t they realize the kind of publicity this will generate for these... degenerates?” This is sick! Who would enjoy this shit?”
But Billy knew who would enjoy this ‘shit’. His wife. This was the same video he had caught her watching... had caught her masturbating to... just the other night. But he didn’t want to think of that. Instead he again asked himself...“Nobody could possibly watch this garbage!”
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Becky Davenport stared wide-eyed at the sexy white brides and black studs in different erotic scenarios on her TV screen. She’d heard that “Black Phallus” videos were pretty risqué, but she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
Her parents had always taught her that pre-marital sex was dirty. The idea of a wife cheating on her husband was wicked. But this video didn’t stop there...this video showed new white brides ditching their grooms on their wedding day and giving themselves to black men instead!
Deep down Becky knew that she should find the concept disgusting... but there was something about the imagery in the video that was hotter than anything she’d ever imagined! Unconsciously, the pretty young redhead dropped a hand to her lap and began nervously tugging at the hem of her fitted tee-shirt. She slowly, unconsciously slipped her hand up under her tee, and began stroking her flat white tummy, never taking her eyes from the action.
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By the time the video ended, Jessica McFarland’s eyes were glued to the monitor nearest her desk. She’d wanted desperately to ignore the video, but its pull was just too strong. Thankfully, it didn’t generate as quite a strong effect on her as it had the previous night.
All the same, she was grateful that the video ended when it did.
She turned her attention back to the camera and teleprompter and composed herself as the video ended.
“As you can see, the video is certainly provocative, and there is reason for controversy, but that’s not the only video we have for you tonight, and others are every bit as controversial. See the next video, after these messages from our sponsor.”
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“Every bit as controversial?” Billy didn’t like the sound of that. The first video had been a disgusting slight against the institution of marriage. The lyrics were explicit, and the video footage was too obvious to be considered ‘objective’.
He shuddered to think how the next video could be worse... Billy was even more troubled by the fact that that the ‘artists’ responsible for this filth would be sitting inches from his beautiful, intelligent wife in a matter of minutes.
Normally, Sarah was there, waiting for Jessica with a bright smile and a coffee, water, or juice. This was not the case today. It was almost noon before Sarah finally did show up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like most of the crew, Sarah was usually nervous on broadcast days, but today she seemed worse. She wasn’t just nervous, she seemed agitated and distracted. Jessica noticed this behaviour, but remembered her discussion with Sarah the previous day. Sarah thought the rappers were filthy and disgusting, and feared what kind of ‘publicity stunt’ they might pull in the studio. Sarah was no doubt extra nervous about them being in the studio that night. Still, there was something else unusual that Jessica noticed. Sarah looked strangely unkempt. Her normally perfect make-up looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very tired and her clothes also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the same clothes she had worn the previous day! Had the poor girl not slept? When they had a few minutes, Jessica took the opportunity to speak with her young friend and assistant.
“Sarah, is everything all right?” Jessica asked, resting a hand on her assistant’s shoulder, “You seem out of sorts today.”
“Sorry Jessica,” Sarah smiled weakly, and maybe a little nervously, “I don’t know what you mean…”
“Well,” Jessica raised an eyebrow, “I mean you were late getting in this morning, and you seem a little distracted today. Are you sure you’re okay? Are those.. aren’t those the same clothes you wore yesterday?”
“Oh, yeah” Sarah smiled, “I had a rough night last night. Up kind of late… you know…”
“Before a studio session day!?” Jessica was surprised. Sarah knew better than that. Everybody had to operate at one hundred ten percent on broadcast days.
“Well, I was helping Black Phallus test their equipment for tonight, remember?” Sarah smiled weakly “We were getting busy most of the night... I mean...busy most of the night, getting things ready!”
“Oh, of course, Sarah, I’m so sorry, I forgot about that. I hope they weren’t too hard on you? You should have gotten some boys from engineering to help out.”
“Oh, they did… I mean, we did. We were up all night... I ended up sleeping here in my office.” Sarah smiled.
“So, things went well then?” Jessica asked.
“Oh,” Sarah nodded, looking blankly into Jessica’s big blue eyes, “it went a lot better than I expected. I learned a lot about the group, and I have a whole new respect for what they’re doing.”
“Really?” Jessica was shocked to hear how much Sarah’s opinion had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own enjoyment of the music, but would never have believed her conservative, demure young assistant would have been able to look past the surface of the lyrics. When Sarah had first learned that Black Phallus would be featured on the program, she’d been disgusted. The idea that Sarah had gained any respect for that kind of group made Jessica more than a little curious. “How? I mean...”
“Well,” Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary answer, “it would take a long time to explain and I don’t think we have time. I think they need you in make up, then they’re going to need to set up the lights, so you’d better get going! And don’t let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those lights are like!” Sarah’s last comment was made as she steered Jessica towards the dressing room and thrust a fresh water bottle into her hands.
Jessica knew that Sarah was trying to hide something, but as much as she wanted to uncover the mystery, she simply didn’t have the time. Sarah was right, Jessica needed to be made up and prepped for the interview. The truth would have to wait until another day.
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Within the hour, Jessica was at the anchor desk, going over her while the set’s engineers busied themselves around her. After Black Phallus’s lighting preferences had been programmed in the previous evening, the studio lighting needed to be reconfigured to best light Jessica McFarland’s delicate porcelain features. As she sat under the changing studio lights, Jessica couldn’t help but feel like the lights were hotter than normal. Certainly, studio lighting always put out a lot of heat, but tonight the lights’ heat seemed especially severe. Jessica found herself drinking bottle after bottle of ice water. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making certain that Jessica never ran out of the water that she was so eagerly consuming. Neither Jessica nor Sarah had any idea that the water was laced with Xcite, the E&I produced chemical that provoked intense sexual arousal in women, with some liquid “e” ecstasy mixed in for quicker results.
“Sarah?” Jessica asked her assistant, as she was handed her fourth bottle of water, “Does it seem warm in here to you?”
“What…” Sarah babbled nervously, “well, yes. I mean, of course it is. It’s probably just the lights.” She smiled weakly at Jessica, and tried desperately to avoid eye contact.
“Still…” Jessica replied, trying to ignore her assistant’s strange behaviour, “ it seems warmer than usual. Why don’t you check with the floor manager? I think the AC needs to be turned up.”
“Actually, I think that is intentional,” Sarah retorted quickly, “I mean, it was requested by Black Phallus, you know, one of the conditions they had about doing you…your show... the show, was that they wanted the studio environment to be controlled, set to their specifications.”
“Really?” Jessica raised an eyebrow and took a swig from her water bottle. “I can understand lighting and sound, and even camera work, but the temperature? Those Black Phallus guys seem a bit domineering.”
“Yes…” Sarah replied quietly, carefully watching the water level in Jessica’s current bottle, “I learned that last night. They like to take complete control of everything!”
“Oh well…” Jessica sighed and stretched her neck. Leaning back, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she fanned herself with her note cards. “I hope we can get this over with soon. I’m burning up with this heat. How much longer ‘til we start?” Jessica finished her bottle of water.
Sarah smiled and immediately handed Jessica another bottle. “Not much longer now I think. It’s about forty-five minutes ‘til broadcast time. The guys from tech are setting up and checking the webcast software.”
Jessica had forgotten about the webcast. While the show was being recorded, it would be airing live on pay per view and also being broadcast on pay-per-view web access.
“Great, not much time then.” Jessica sighed. “Are they here yet? I’d like to meet them before the interview.”
“Umm… yes, they’re here, but they’re in make up.” Sarah replied.
“Good, I’m glad they’re actually here. I’d hate to go live tonight with nothing to show the public!”
“Oh, I’m sure that won’t be a problem!” Sarah smiled.
“Is make-up very busy?” Jessica asked, looking at herself in a nearby monitor. “I think I need a quick touch up before we go on. All this heat is making me sweat and I don’t want my face to be shiny for the interview.”
Sarah giggled, “I don’t think our viewers are going to mind a shiny face!” Jessica shot her assistant a puzzled look. Sarah immediately spoke again, “…but I’ll go find a make up person right away!” With that Sarah dashed away from Jessica McFarland as quickly as possible, trying desperately to stifle a laugh.
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There was a sense of great anticipation on the air, and as the hour of the interview approached, the tension in the studio’s atmosphere got higher and higher. Jessica found herself getting very nervous, more so than normal for one of her interviews. For one thing, Billy still hadn't arrived in the studio, like he said he would be. She couldn't imagine where he'd got to. He knew where the studio was. She just hoped that he arrived before the broadcast started, otherwise security might not let him in, once they were on the air.
Jessica’s nervous energy and countless bottles of water resulted in a much needed bathroom break. She returned from her break minutes before the broadcast, and the tension of the studio was even stronger than before she’d left. The atmosphere was justified. Not only were they going on live television tonight, but there was to be a live web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap group in the country… maybe even the world! Then there was the possibility of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial group like Black Phallus would almost certainly take advantage of the uncensored interview segment to stage some kind of provocative publicity stunt. It could be almost anything... and the network would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly nervous. It was a sense of nervousness that Jessica knew that the whole staff of “The Whole Truth” news program shared. That shared nervousness was demonstrated when the make-up girl spilled a bottle of base make-up down the front of Jessica’s black blazer… with mere minutes to air time!
The girl was very apologetic, “I’m so sorry Ms. McFarland... somebody bumped into me and I lost my grip on the bottle!”
Indeed, Jessica had seen a black crewmember walk by just as Heather was opening the make-up bottle. Funny, her crew wasn’t normally this clumsy. The set director quickly summoned wardrobe to bring another blazer for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could protest, she was being stripped out of her black top by the busy hands of a wardrobe artist! This was particularly embarrassing since the black blazer that Jessica had worn that evening was a closed jacket with a very high neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not worn one! Jessica’s sexy black “Hidden Closet” demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all eyes in the studio! Jessica didn’t like the looks she was getting from the crew, even if it was for just a second. This was a rattling event that she did not need to go through right before an interview.
“Lets hustle people, we’ve got 3 minutes to air!” A voice buzzed over the intercom, from the sound booth.
The wardrobe girl immediately started helping Jessica into a new blazer, while the make up girl finished her job. The women worked briskly and busily around Jessica’s face and torso. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was aware that the make up girl was smearing some access base across Jessica’s cleavage. Then, in a flash, the make up girl and wardrobe girl were gone.
“One minute people!” The director called.
Jessica looked down to see if she needed to do any quick preening, and was shocked by the sight of her new jacket! The jacket was a brilliant royal blue colour, with a black collar, but no lapels. There was also a black pattern going up the sides, to emphasize Jessica’s hourglass figure. The problem was that the jacket had a “U” shaped neckline about six inches wide, and ending in the middle of Jessica’s chest. The designer jacket would have looked very professional if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the jacket exposed a generous amount of the inner portion of Jessica’s milky white breasts, and even a bit of her black demi-bra’s center! The wardrobe girl had given her the wrong kind of jacket!
“Hey!” Jessica called out, “I need a blouse, or a different jacket! Quick! Wardrobe!”
“Sorry, that’s all we could find!
“I’ve got a spare jacket in my office” Jessica offered, “if you could send somebody...”
“No time!” the director called over the microphone, “don’t worry, you look great! We’re live in five… four… three… two…Cue Music!”
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Backstage, in the Green Room, one of the VIP waiting rooms down the hall from the studio, Billy McFarland sat in a large overstuffed chair and anxiously waited for his wife’s news program to begin. The room was luxurious... with soft lighting, rich furnishings, and a fully stocked complimentary snack and drink bar, with a refrigerator. The walls of the room were panelled in mahogany and decorated with African tribal masks. One wall featured a built-in plasma HDTV monitor, permanently set to KNEN. In spite of the opulent surroundings, Billy was highly agitated.
He’d arrived late, been hassled by security downstairs. It shouldn’t have been a problem, if these had been the same guys that normally carded him on his way into the building. But since he didn’t normally on Saturdays, the Saturday afternoon security crew was unfamiliar with him. He was certainly unfamiliar with them… they looked more like bouncers for some black nightclub. In any case, these guys insisted on scanning Billy’s ID.
“Sorry Sir,” one of the burly black officers shrugged, handing Billy his card, “but this ID doesn’t appear to be valid.”
“What?” Billy replied, “There must be some mistake. Try it again, I work here!”
The guard swiped the card through the reader again… looked at his computer screen and shrugged again. “Sorry sir, you don’t seem to be in the system.”
These guys claimed to have problems scanning his ID. Billy knew it was bullshit. These black bastards were giving him trouble because he was a white guy. “I don’t have time for this crap, I have to get to the studio!”
The second black guard stepped in front of Billy, blocking his path. Billy couldn’t help but back away in fear of the giant, muscled black man. “No sir, we can’t let you in without a pass.”
The guards took twenty minutes to ‘verify Billy’s identity’ with the security office. They didn’t bother apologizing. As Billy pushed past the beefy black guards, he shouted that that his wife was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to have them fired for the way they treated him. This didn’t produce the result that Billy expected... the fuckers just laughed at him!
Billy was getting into the elevator when the guards shouted their response for everybody in the lobby to hear... “BITCH, A fine woman like Jessica McFarland wouldn’t let a limp-dicked whiteboy like him anywhere near her!” They laughed.
That struck a nerve... Billy choked on his rage as the elevator doors closed and the laughter echoed through the lobby. No matter. By Monday morning, they wouldn’t be laughing anymore.
By the time Billy got to the floor where the studio was, the broadcast had started. The studio security, another pair of black bodybuilder bouncer types, refused to allow him into the studio, now that the broadcast was in progress. Instead, Billy was escorted to the green room and told to watch the broadcast from there.
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Becky Davenport trembled in nervous anticipation as she anxiously watched the screen and waited for the show to start. She couldn’t believe she was actually going to be able to watch the interview on television!
Becky had called her sister Sarah a couple of days earlier, hoping to get a VIP pass to visit the studio that night and actually meet the group. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the group was not appropriate to for Becky to even listen to, and she wouldn’t be responsible for exposing Becky to more of their ‘filth’. Becky had cried and begged, but her sister would not relent. Becky’s friend Lauren had invited Becky to a slumber party to watch the interview on Laura’s computer with some of their friends, but Becky’s ridiculously conservative parents wouldn’t allow her to sleep over at a friend’s house on a school night! Lauren promised to DVR the interview for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The next morning, after Becky had abandoned all hope of seeing the interview, Becky woke to find a voice-mail on her cell phone. The message was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her credit card number so that Becky could order the interview on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled! She already knew her parents wouldn’t be home that night so she had the whole house... and the big TV in the living room... all to herself. That night was one of the rare occasions that Becky’s overprotective parents left her home alone. Her father, was at his mid-week church meeting. Her mother was at her monthly book-club get-together. She was actually going to be able to do it! She was going to be able to watch the interview with Black Phallus, her favourite music group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home!
The young redhead’s small white hands were trembling with so much excitement and apprehension that she could barely dial the phone number for the pay-per-view service. A feeling of prickly heat tingled through the white teen’s back and shoulders as she registered her sister’s credit card information. Then Becky Davenport sat back on the living room couch, all alone in her house, watching the television intently, as the opening titles of “The Whole Truth” played on the screen and the program she’d so desperately wanted to see began.
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“Good evening, I’m Jessica McFarland, and this is... The Whole Truth!” Jessica intoned in her professional demeanour.
Jessica turned to camera two to introduce the night’s story, briefly wincing as she caught a glimpse of herself in the monitor. The inner half of each of her full, milky white breasts were clearly visible. She looked like a high-priced call girl, so some kind of porno-film version of herself. She tried to ignore her predicament and concentrated on the story.
“Tonight we have ‘The Whole Truth’ about ‘Black Phallus’, America’s most controversial, and most popular, underground rap group. Their first album, ‘Only Natural’ has already sold over a million copies in the few months its been released, thanks to label-direct internet sales. Their music is heard in night clubs and teenagers’ rooms across the country.”
Jessica could barely concentrate on the words scrolling up the teleprompter screen. The heat of the studio lights on her bare chest was a constant reminder of how much of her cleavage was on display for the camera and America to see. Jessica positioned her arms in a way that she hoped blocked the camera’s view of her cleavage, and continued reading the teleprompter.
“These facts are surprising, given the fact that their music was never aired on the radio, or television, and banned from some record stores’ shelves! The reason for this is because some in the government and the media claim that the group is simply too obscene to be broadcast. Black Phallus’s lyrics are sexually explicit and racially charged. Likewise, their videos have never been seen on television because of the sexual content and allegedly offensive nature. Some music network officials have gone so far as to label the videos as being pornographic or racist.”
Jessica paused briefly as she caught another glimpse of herself in a studio monitor. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her arms failed to hide the cleavage that her jacket was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her arms around attempting to find a more modest pose, everything she did seemed to show off her cleavage even more. Jessica’s eyes darted between the prompter and the monitor as she continued trying to find a more professional position and read the teleprompter at the same time.
“Black Phallus claims that the use of such extreme content in their music is meant to express their deeply-held political philosophy about popular ideas and societal values. In short, they make the age-old claim of every controversial artist... that their controversial material is artistically justified freedom of expression. They point out other so-called ‘explicit’ songs that are given radio and video play and ask why they are singled out for complaints. The group claims that they are victims of racism. They claim that that they are being censored because their music is perceived as a threat to the white establishment. They say that there are some in white America that wants their voices silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN’s web simulcast, our viewers will learn just what Black Phallus wants them to know!”
The nervousness in Jessica’s voice could barely be disguised. In her attempts to cover herself in front of the camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to become rattled. Jessica knew that if she appeared to lack confidence, it would be bad for her television presentation and disastrous for her interview. She abandoned her attempts to find a more demure camera angle and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.
“Are they artists victimized by a racist establishment? Are they simply vulgar pornographers?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing interview tonight! But first, we’re going to show you the videos that the music video channels won’t. All this, and more, after a brief break, for our sponsors.”
Jessica shivered a little as she read those last lines off the teleprompter. She'd been so focused on the interview, and worried about the publicity stunt that she had forgotten about the fact that the videos were going to be shown that night... on air, with her in the studio! Memories of watching the video the previous night... and the effect that they’d had on her worried her. She hoped... prayed... that the videos wouldn’t stir her up the way they’d done the other night... not here... not now... on the air.
Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby monitor... she was sweating a little... and her milky white breasts were heaving obscenely. She had to get herself under control. She guzzled the bottle of water under her desk... and quickly opened another, downing half of it quickly.
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Billy sat stunned during the commercial break. What the hell were they making his Jessica wear? Her tits were almost completely exposed by the jacket she was wearing! Why the hell would she agree to wear such a thing?
He walked over to the bar and grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator.
Then suddenly he smiled. Of course! This was part of Jessica’s surprise! She was going to flaunt her body a little on television... then after the broadcast she’d wear that little outfit to dinner... and home... very naughty!
That was why he wasn’t able to get into the studio! He was being intentionally delayed so the outfit would be a surprise!
That must be the reason. Billy sat back to watch the rest of the program.
Yes... that must be it.
Billy tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach that was telling him that he was wrong.
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During the brief break, Sarah Davenport quickly rushed on-set to put four more bottles of ice-cold water under Jessica’s desk.
Seeing her assistant, and realizing that the break afforded her an opportunity, Jessica decided to do something about her jacket. “Sarah, I need you to get the spare jacket out of my office. I can’t continue a program looking like this!” Jessica spread her arms and showed the ridiculous amount of beautiful white cleavage that her jacket exposed.
Sarah looked at Jessica’s beautiful white cleavage and bit her lip nervously. “Of course Jess… I mean Ms. McFar… Jessica.” The young beauty stammered.
Jessica couldn’t help but notice the unusually anxious behaviour her normally calm and collected assistant was displaying. Jessica also suddenly noticed that Sarah’s blouse was mis-buttoned, and her white lace bra was visible.
“Sarah,” Jessica whispered to her assistant, “You’ve got some buttons out of place. The upper three are undone, and the middle one is out of sync with the button holes.”
“Oh! Oops!” Sarah quickly reached up to fix her buttons... and that’s when Jessica noticed something really unusual.
“Sarah!” Jessica exclaimed, “where is your engagement ring?”
Sarah hesitated for a moment, fixing her blouse before answering. Strangely, the conservative young woman left the top three buttons unbuttoned, showing an unusual amount of her cleavage. Her white lacy bra was even more visible than it had been before she fixed her blouse!
“What?...oh... uh...” Sarah finally answered, “Oh, I just left it at home this morning. I was worried about misplacing somewhere at work.”
Now Jessica knew something was wrong. “Sarah, are you sure everything is all right?” Jessica asked quietly.
“Yeah..” Sarah answered, sweating now. “Yeah, I’m fine, why?”
“I don’t know...” Jessica smiled. “It’s just that earlier... you told me that you spent the night here in your office, and just now you said you left your ring at home...”
Sarah’s eyes widened, and she briefly bit her lip. “Oh...oh...” she giggled, “I’m sorry, did I say at home, I meant in my office. I left my ring in my office.”
Jessica continued, “...but...”
Sarah hesitated again... “Look... we’ll have to talk about this after the show... there isn’t time to go into it now.” Sarah fled the set before Jessica could respond.
“Why is the girl so cagey?” Jessica wondered. She didn’t have time to wonder for very long, because the director’s voice boomed over the studio intercom, interrupting Jessica’s train of thought.
“... BACK IN FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE... and GO!”
Jessica finished her bottle of water, smiled brightly, and turned to the camera, as words lit up on the teleprompter.
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“Pornographic, racist, offensive. These are the words that music video network executives used in describing why they have continually refused to air music videos created by the music group “Black Phallus”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the videos cannot air on regularly broadcast television. The decision has resulted in preventing all of those music videos from ever airing on television... until tonight!”
Jessica tried to focus on the teleprompter and ignore the image of herself on the studio monitor. Her chest was heaving and her cleavage was beginning to shine with perspiration. This was not unnoticed by the black male studio crew.
“Tonight we, we at The Whole Truth, are able to present these videos, in their entirety. We have managed to do this only because this interview is being carried on pay-per-view stations, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the material you see tonight will be shown in its entirety. Much of it is sexually explicit, and may be considered offensive. After these videos are aired tonight, stay tuned for an exclusive interview with the artists responsible, and hear what they have to say about their music, their videos, and their unusual philosophy about society, culture, and race.”
Jessica’s mind briefly flashed forward to the interview later that night. She imagined herself trying to professionally confront these outrageous black rappers. How would she possibly be able to conduct such an interview wearing a jacket that left her breasts available to lusting stares of the same men that specialized in sensational, sexually explicit lyrics about white women. What horrible comments might they make about her body if they saw her in this jacket?
“The first music video that “The Whole Truth” will show you tonight concerns Black Phallus’s views on the concept of marriage. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually explicit lyrics and video footage. Black Phallus claims that this explicit material is vitally necessary to underscore the points that they are trying to make about what they call, “unnatural cultural values”. Critics claim that the music video, like the music itself, is simply puerile pornography and an affront to a time-honoured tradition and sacred institution.”
Jessica took an unnaturally long pause at this point, her mind wandering to the images she’d seen in the music video… and the reaction that she’d had to them… and betrayed look on her husband’s face.
And now, “The Whole Truth” presents Black Phallus’s “White Wedding...” Jessica hesitated before finishing the title of the song... she’d forgotten she’d have to say some of these suggestive and explicit words on air!
“White Wedding, Blacked Bride!” Jessica tried to maintain a professional demeanor, but couldn’t help but shiver as the song’s complete title left her mouth. She could even feel a tingle... one she’d felt the previous evening when she’d seen the video.
The video feed cut to the opening of the music video, which Jessica tried desperately to ignore. The last time she’d seen this video she got highly aroused. She couldn’t allow that to happen here... she couldn’t allow people to think that Black Phallus’s music video turned her on! Still, she couldn’t help but notice that several pairs of eyes in the studio were glued to the monitor screens as the video played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a water bottle, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to find something to distract her from the video playing on monitors all around her... and noticed that Sarah was nowhere to be seen.
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“I gave her all the water, just like you said.” Sarah said quietly to the hulking black form of Tom Watkins... manager of Black Phallus. They were in her office.
“And the temperature and stage lights are at the setting I requested?” Watkins said, grabbing the young woman’s breasts and kneading them roughly through the silky fabric of her blouse.
“Yesssssss” Sarah cooed, rubbing her hands over Tom powerful chest, and under his jacket. “Please! You said... if I did it, that you’d ... we could... you know.” Sarah dropped a hand down to Tom’s groin, rubbing the enormous rock hard bulge in his trousers.
“Say it Sarah!” Watkins commanded, “don’t imply. Say it!”
“You said you’d fuck me!” Sarah whimpered... “You said you’d fuck me with your BIG BLACK COCK like you did last night!”
“Of course I will Sarah, but you know what you have to do to get us started!” Tom smiled.
Sarah backed away, not wanting to leave the black man’s embrace, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her fingers over the buttons of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her full, firm breasts, encased in their white lacy bra. Sarah’s soft white skin was covered with hickeys... hickeys she’d received the previous evening, from many black mouths.
Tom reached a large black hand out and snatched Sarah’s bra, pulling it down, freeing her full firm breasts, and hard nipples. Sarah’s came instantly at the dominating action... her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, face to face with Tom’s groin. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed black cock, nuzzling Tom’s groin, inhaling his manly scent... a scent laced with the EI enhanced X Serum hormone!
“You know what to do Sarah! Don’t keep me waiting!” Tom whispered. “We don’t have much time. You have to be ready for your part of the show tonight!”
Sarah immediately worked her nimble white fingers over Tom’s zipper, and freed his monstrous 12 inch black cock. Taking it quickly in both her tiny white hands, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating brown eyes, and gently licked the precum from the tip of his cock.
Then, she came again.
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‘Disgusting! Absolutely disgusting!’ Billy thought to himself as he watched the Black Phallus video. “I can’t believe they would put this garbage on television, let alone expose my wife to it, and make her do a story about them. Don’t they realize the kind of publicity this will generate for these... degenerates?” This is sick! Who would enjoy this shit?”
But Billy knew who would enjoy this ‘shit’. His wife. This was the same video he had caught her watching... had caught her masturbating to... just the other night. But he didn’t want to think of that. Instead he again asked himself...“Nobody could possibly watch this garbage!”
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Becky Davenport stared wide-eyed at the sexy white brides and black studs in different erotic scenarios on her TV screen. She’d heard that “Black Phallus” videos were pretty risqué, but she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
Her parents had always taught her that pre-marital sex was dirty. The idea of a wife cheating on her husband was wicked. But this video didn’t stop there...this video showed new white brides ditching their grooms on their wedding day and giving themselves to black men instead!
Deep down Becky knew that she should find the concept disgusting... but there was something about the imagery in the video that was hotter than anything she’d ever imagined! Unconsciously, the pretty young redhead dropped a hand to her lap and began nervously tugging at the hem of her fitted tee-shirt. She slowly, unconsciously slipped her hand up under her tee, and began stroking her flat white tummy, never taking her eyes from the action.
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By the time the video ended, Jessica McFarland’s eyes were glued to the monitor nearest her desk. She’d wanted desperately to ignore the video, but its pull was just too strong. Thankfully, it didn’t generate as quite a strong effect on her as it had the previous night.
All the same, she was grateful that the video ended when it did.
She turned her attention back to the camera and teleprompter and composed herself as the video ended.
“As you can see, the video is certainly provocative, and there is reason for controversy, but that’s not the only video we have for you tonight, and others are every bit as controversial. See the next video, after these messages from our sponsor.”
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“Every bit as controversial?” Billy didn’t like the sound of that. The first video had been a disgusting slight against the institution of marriage. The lyrics were explicit, and the video footage was too obvious to be considered ‘objective’.
He shuddered to think how the next video could be worse... Billy was even more troubled by the fact that that the ‘artists’ responsible for this filth would be sitting inches from his beautiful, intelligent wife in a matter of minutes.
