Valerie's [Blacked] Birthday (Part II: Processing)
Finding the tent wasn’t hard… but the waiting was unbearable. Finally, just this woman and we can get registered and assigned. Please, please, please put me on the march! The tired African woman asked while looking at her tablet,
“Name?”
The preppy woman’s voice replied as her ass jiggled and wobbled,
“Moira Faith.”
She had an odd tattoo on her neck. Leaning in close to read it, Valerie saw that it read, R.O.S. and that it had a crown topping it. What’s that for? Maybe if I see her later, I’ll ask…
“Date of Birth?”
Moira replied,
“February twenty-sixth, two-thousand nine.”
Damn, she’s not much older than me! Valerie felt a sense of pride and kinship with whoever this woman was already. She liked the curve of Moira’s back, and from behind she could just barely make out the bulge of the woman’s tits.
“Occupation?”
Her birthday neighbor thought for a second, but then answered honestly,
“Student Teacher, professional slut full time…”
Valerie grew appalled that Moira would declare something so openly. Looking at the woman behind the folding table, she saw quite a different reaction. The woman… Rhianna she saw her name was, smiled ear to ear. In as sultry a tone as Moira had, she asked,
“So, I don’t think I need to ask this, but are you here for the march or for… reparations?”
Reparations? Like… paying? Shit, I’ll pay whatever it takes!
“I’ve been to BBC rallies before, I’m all about reparations… Professional slut, remember? I’m willing to serve and service as much as I’m needed.”
Holy shit that sounds dirty! Christ am I getting wet?! Chad seemed to move from foot to foot behind her. Valerie reached back to grab his hand, and when she found it, he squeezed her palm reassuringly. She continued to listen in as Rhianna asked,
“Now… since you know I’ve gotta ask, don’t be offended. What brings you in?”
Moira chuckled, and then she said with an exasperated voice,
“Oh… I’m just gonna be somewhere all day on my birthday where I just know my ex-whiteboi boyfriend is gonna be. I need something to help me take my mind off of it and him.”
That’s it, right? There can’t be more-
“Alright Ms. Faith, we thank you for your willingness to contribute to white reparations for your race’s wrongs. Tell me, do you wish to pay with or without the Kiss?”
The Kiss?! Like… the Cupid’s Kiss?! Valerie had to wonder just what form reparations would come in if they were offering that famous and infamous party-aphrodisiac while people paid reparations. Moira’s answer dragged her out of her reverie,
“With the Kiss, if you’re providing it. I’ve got my own too, though. Christ, I can’t stand it without that Atreus drug.”
Rhianna’s grin turned conspiratorial, but then with one quick reach under the table, she came out with a purple pill in a tiny plastic cup. In a flash, Moira had it down and was told to go back the way she came and to the large carnival tent. Just as the black-haired woman turned, she shouted,
“Black Power!”
All of the black men and women there, functioning as clerks and security, formed fists and raised them. Valerie got a good look at Moira’s front, and she had to say, she was impressed. Damn woman, you ARE a slut! Fuck that’s a pretty necklace, if a bit bold. Moira wore a gold and diamond plated necklace which read SLUT. It sat just across her generous cleavage, and Valerie found herself jealous of Moira’s larger tits.
Looking further up, though, Valerie was stunned by another set of her features. If Moira’s ass looked as soft as a pair of fluffy pillows, her jaw could cut diamonds! Her skin was as smooth as silk, and her nose was small, like Valerie’s own. She could see kissing those full red lips, and getting lost in those light green eyes… until they shifted color!
Holy crap, I’ve never seen this in person! Valerie knew the effects of the Cupid’s Kiss… After all, she had contemplated buying a bottle to perhaps spice up her sex-life. Chad, Devin, Dale, and even Brad all sucked in bed, but at least Chad wasn’t a fuckboy. None of this hid his inadequacies though. What did though, was, to her at least, obvious. What if I hurt him by taking that? He’s so sweet…
As Moira shuddered in apparent ecstasy, and as her eyes flared a brilliant and luminescent neon pink, she said to Valerie,
“Hey there sexy. Try the reparations, they’re unforgettable!”
Moira was gone before Valerie could say anything. The woman’s tired, “Next!” brought her attention, and so she took Moira’s spot. Valerie greeted the woman warmly, and then stated her name,
“Valerie Cercone.”
Rhianna’s eyes lit up,
“I see you’re new here. I bet you heard Miss Moira’s questioning… Alright, well we’re gonna run a quick background check on you here, it should be done just as we’re done with your questions. Ok so, that’s going now… date of birth?”
Valerie nodded and answered,
“February twenty-second, twenty-eleven.”
Her questioner’s look warmed.
“Well then Ms. Val, Happy Birthday to you! Its good to see a white girl turn up for the cause of a brotha even on her birthday, bless your soul! Now, what do ya do for a living?”
She blushed and looked away.
“Well, like Moira, I’m studying to be a teacher… I’m still mainly in the lecture hall though. My boyfriend Chad here-”
Rhianna cut in,
“We’re dealing with you, Ms. Cercone. The whiteboi can be handled in a moment.”
Clearing her throat, Valerie apologized before going on,
“Sorry… Yes, I’m a student. I hope to help advance the cause of racial justice in the classroom though!”
Please believe me! Oh god, please, I’m so sorry for what we did to you!
“Don’t be sorry, you’re eager! All you bright-eyed white girls are… Now, what brings you in?”
Valerie needed no rehearsed answer, and she gave no moment to think about it. Isn’t it obvious?
“I’m here, Ms. Rhianna, because I’m a filthy white person! My skin is sin, and I’m worthless without helping the black cause. I believe in the Beautiful Black Community… and… and…”
Chad hugged her from behind. He whispered in her ear,
“It’s ok, baby. Its ok to feel however you’re feeling…”
Valerie blurted it out,
“I believe in what Pastor Phil taught! I want a world of justice, for you, for your people, for all. And those white pigs killed him! Please, let me stand with you, let-”
Rhianna held her finger up, her eyes glued to the tablet. The woman gasped, causing Valerie to come closer.
“What’s the matter? I-”
Her processor looked her in the eye and said,
“Well, I’m sure you’re sincere, you sounded sincere… but you are the ******** of a racist man. Your father voted republican in the twenty-sixteen and twenty-twenty elections. Here he is in front of his Trump flags both times, and I trust that’s you with him too.”
Her eyes went wide as she saw her *** with those flags. She had entirely forgotten taking those pictures, but the truth was undeniable! Valerie felt the brush of the sign she made, but she forgot it as she babbled,
“Please, I… I was only nine in that first one, I’ve never voted anything other than blue my entire adult life. I’m anti-racist, I’m… yes, I’m the ******** of a racist, but please let me atone, let me-”
A strong, callused hand took her shoulder, and a deeply soothing voice asked,
“Is something the matter here, Ms. Blanchard?”
Valerie looked up into the face of a giant! He towered over her, over Chad, and his body seemed to ripple with muscles. There was a sudden scent in the air, and taking a deep inhale of it, she smelled… man! Unbeknownst to her, Valerie’s eyes dilated while her pussy moistened, and her clit throbbed.
“No, Tyrone. We’ve got an eager-beaver white girl here who wants to serve but her father is a racist white pig. Nothing I can’t handle… So, Ms. Cercone, your only option here, I’m afraid, is mandatory reparations. After you pay them, you’re welcome to our next march, but we just can’t let you in unless you’ve proven yourself to our cause.”
She suddenly remembered her sign, and she took it from Chad.
“But I made this for the march! Isn’t it great?”
The sign read,
“Black Lives Matter, don’t they? What did Pastor Phil do to deserve death? He threatened White Supremacy, that’s what! Black Power!”
Their unasked-for guest Tyrone took the sign and studied it.
“Well, well… I’ll say, mamacita, your work is excellent. Why don’t we give this to one of the less prepared marchers? While reparations are important, us brothas don’t like all these signs or slogan shouting when you pay us. And I think you’ll be rather popular with the niggas, that’s fo sho!”
Valerie turned towards Tyrone, and she saw he truly was an Adonis. Unable to help herself, she ran her hand up and down his chest. Her heart thudded in her chest as she felt a real man for the first time. An errant stroke went down all the way to his crotch, but she expected to feel only fabric over his clothed crotch… but she found something else instead!
It can’t be true! That’s just a myth from porn… they can’t really be this big, can they be?! Her hand brushed a throbbing python of a cock. Remembering who she was with, and who he was, she pulled her hand away as if she were burned. Valerie stuttered an apology, but Tyrone only stroked a hand through her hair.
Suddenly, a pale hand gripped Tyrone’s arm.
“Hey buddy, that’s my girlfriend you’re grop-”
Tyrone’s gaze fell upon Chad, and it was nearly comical how he seemed to shrink. Chad was like a boy in every way compared to Tyrone.
“Is something the matter, boy? No? Then step off and be cool!”
Chadley Simmons, her soulmate, her lover, the one who cared for her and protected her… kowtowed before Tyrone and stepped back. When was the last time I had butterflies like this?!
“Well… I did want to march, but I’ll gladly pay reparations for my daddy’s racism. Chad’s pretty racist too, even though he doesn’t mean to be.”
Turning back to Rhianna, she saw her processor had a more devious grin than before. The woman said,
“Well, judging by your reaction to Tyrone, I’m going to guess you haven’t done this kinda thing before. So, I’ll do you a favor and give you a Kiss pill too. Trust me, you’ll need it.”
Valerie accepted the pill without a word, and she turned to go with Tyrone. Putting her arm around his, she went without a thought for Chad. Even so, she heard him call,
“Val, you’re just gonna go with him?”
Duh! As they walked, Tyrone made small talk, and she found him so fucking funny, and sweet. Damn he’s a hunk too. What am I gonna use this pill for, though?
Chad fumed but tried to keep it hidden. Looking back to Rhianna, he said,
“Look, I’m with her, so I’m gonna-”
Rhianna snapped her fingers, and he came right to attention.
“Listen here you punk ass bitch, your girl Val told us all we needed to know about you, ok? So, what we’re gonna do is get your worm-dicked whiteboi ass outa here. Jamal! Come drag this sissy-faggot out of here!”
No, you can’t possibly be doing this to me! Chad slammed his palms on the table, and he demanded,
“You tell me what’s going on in that tent! What are these reparations?! Huh? Answer me you ni-”
Rhianna’s eyes virtually flashed, and she set her face defiantly as if saying, “Finish that word, cracker, I dare you!” Two hands gripped him by the shoulders, and Chad was manhandled away. Rhianna called as he was frog-walked out,
“You’ll be lucky if you ever see her again after this, cuck! If she lets you clean a brotha’s cum outta her pussy, consider it a blessing from your Nubian Gods!”
Once outside, Chad commanded,
“Let me go you freak! I’m outside!”
Jamal did just that, throwing him to the ground with a loud thud. His impact knocked the wind out of him, but while he was getting up, Jamal said in a thick African accent,
“Don’t make any more trouble for us, got it?”
Although he answered, he knew he had to find his girlfriend! She was acting so weird. Like, was she hypnotized by that fucking brute? She’s probably in danger! He thought he caught sight of her going into that large tent. Her hair was unmistakable, and so was that Queen of Spades logo on the back of her shirt!
Chad ran to the entrance of the tent, but two of the bouncers stepped before him. Their bulging arms crossed over their chests, and he knew based on their muscle mass alone that he wouldn’t be able to fight his way in.
“There a problem, whitey?”
One of them asked, while the other just glared at him. From their strong faces, right down to their athletic legs, Chad knew he should fear them. He did fear them, and so he backed away, shaking his head. Fucking coward!
“No… no sirs, I was just looking for the toilet…”
The lie hurt worse than the truth. Silent man number two became less silent as he said derisively,
“There’s a park down the road. Go shit in the grass like the animal you are, white scum!”
More embarrassed than the time his mother caught him masturbating for the first time, Chad nodded with a stuttering motion. He turned and ran off for a time…
“Name?”
The preppy woman’s voice replied as her ass jiggled and wobbled,
“Moira Faith.”
She had an odd tattoo on her neck. Leaning in close to read it, Valerie saw that it read, R.O.S. and that it had a crown topping it. What’s that for? Maybe if I see her later, I’ll ask…
“Date of Birth?”
Moira replied,
“February twenty-sixth, two-thousand nine.”
Damn, she’s not much older than me! Valerie felt a sense of pride and kinship with whoever this woman was already. She liked the curve of Moira’s back, and from behind she could just barely make out the bulge of the woman’s tits.
“Occupation?”
Her birthday neighbor thought for a second, but then answered honestly,
“Student Teacher, professional slut full time…”
Valerie grew appalled that Moira would declare something so openly. Looking at the woman behind the folding table, she saw quite a different reaction. The woman… Rhianna she saw her name was, smiled ear to ear. In as sultry a tone as Moira had, she asked,
“So, I don’t think I need to ask this, but are you here for the march or for… reparations?”
Reparations? Like… paying? Shit, I’ll pay whatever it takes!
“I’ve been to BBC rallies before, I’m all about reparations… Professional slut, remember? I’m willing to serve and service as much as I’m needed.”
Holy shit that sounds dirty! Christ am I getting wet?! Chad seemed to move from foot to foot behind her. Valerie reached back to grab his hand, and when she found it, he squeezed her palm reassuringly. She continued to listen in as Rhianna asked,
“Now… since you know I’ve gotta ask, don’t be offended. What brings you in?”
Moira chuckled, and then she said with an exasperated voice,
“Oh… I’m just gonna be somewhere all day on my birthday where I just know my ex-whiteboi boyfriend is gonna be. I need something to help me take my mind off of it and him.”
That’s it, right? There can’t be more-
“Alright Ms. Faith, we thank you for your willingness to contribute to white reparations for your race’s wrongs. Tell me, do you wish to pay with or without the Kiss?”
The Kiss?! Like… the Cupid’s Kiss?! Valerie had to wonder just what form reparations would come in if they were offering that famous and infamous party-aphrodisiac while people paid reparations. Moira’s answer dragged her out of her reverie,
“With the Kiss, if you’re providing it. I’ve got my own too, though. Christ, I can’t stand it without that Atreus drug.”
Rhianna’s grin turned conspiratorial, but then with one quick reach under the table, she came out with a purple pill in a tiny plastic cup. In a flash, Moira had it down and was told to go back the way she came and to the large carnival tent. Just as the black-haired woman turned, she shouted,
“Black Power!”
All of the black men and women there, functioning as clerks and security, formed fists and raised them. Valerie got a good look at Moira’s front, and she had to say, she was impressed. Damn woman, you ARE a slut! Fuck that’s a pretty necklace, if a bit bold. Moira wore a gold and diamond plated necklace which read SLUT. It sat just across her generous cleavage, and Valerie found herself jealous of Moira’s larger tits.
Looking further up, though, Valerie was stunned by another set of her features. If Moira’s ass looked as soft as a pair of fluffy pillows, her jaw could cut diamonds! Her skin was as smooth as silk, and her nose was small, like Valerie’s own. She could see kissing those full red lips, and getting lost in those light green eyes… until they shifted color!
Holy crap, I’ve never seen this in person! Valerie knew the effects of the Cupid’s Kiss… After all, she had contemplated buying a bottle to perhaps spice up her sex-life. Chad, Devin, Dale, and even Brad all sucked in bed, but at least Chad wasn’t a fuckboy. None of this hid his inadequacies though. What did though, was, to her at least, obvious. What if I hurt him by taking that? He’s so sweet…
As Moira shuddered in apparent ecstasy, and as her eyes flared a brilliant and luminescent neon pink, she said to Valerie,
“Hey there sexy. Try the reparations, they’re unforgettable!”
Moira was gone before Valerie could say anything. The woman’s tired, “Next!” brought her attention, and so she took Moira’s spot. Valerie greeted the woman warmly, and then stated her name,
“Valerie Cercone.”
Rhianna’s eyes lit up,
“I see you’re new here. I bet you heard Miss Moira’s questioning… Alright, well we’re gonna run a quick background check on you here, it should be done just as we’re done with your questions. Ok so, that’s going now… date of birth?”
Valerie nodded and answered,
“February twenty-second, twenty-eleven.”
Her questioner’s look warmed.
“Well then Ms. Val, Happy Birthday to you! Its good to see a white girl turn up for the cause of a brotha even on her birthday, bless your soul! Now, what do ya do for a living?”
She blushed and looked away.
“Well, like Moira, I’m studying to be a teacher… I’m still mainly in the lecture hall though. My boyfriend Chad here-”
Rhianna cut in,
“We’re dealing with you, Ms. Cercone. The whiteboi can be handled in a moment.”
Clearing her throat, Valerie apologized before going on,
“Sorry… Yes, I’m a student. I hope to help advance the cause of racial justice in the classroom though!”
Please believe me! Oh god, please, I’m so sorry for what we did to you!
“Don’t be sorry, you’re eager! All you bright-eyed white girls are… Now, what brings you in?”
Valerie needed no rehearsed answer, and she gave no moment to think about it. Isn’t it obvious?
“I’m here, Ms. Rhianna, because I’m a filthy white person! My skin is sin, and I’m worthless without helping the black cause. I believe in the Beautiful Black Community… and… and…”
Chad hugged her from behind. He whispered in her ear,
“It’s ok, baby. Its ok to feel however you’re feeling…”
Valerie blurted it out,
“I believe in what Pastor Phil taught! I want a world of justice, for you, for your people, for all. And those white pigs killed him! Please, let me stand with you, let-”
Rhianna held her finger up, her eyes glued to the tablet. The woman gasped, causing Valerie to come closer.
“What’s the matter? I-”
Her processor looked her in the eye and said,
“Well, I’m sure you’re sincere, you sounded sincere… but you are the ******** of a racist man. Your father voted republican in the twenty-sixteen and twenty-twenty elections. Here he is in front of his Trump flags both times, and I trust that’s you with him too.”
Her eyes went wide as she saw her *** with those flags. She had entirely forgotten taking those pictures, but the truth was undeniable! Valerie felt the brush of the sign she made, but she forgot it as she babbled,
“Please, I… I was only nine in that first one, I’ve never voted anything other than blue my entire adult life. I’m anti-racist, I’m… yes, I’m the ******** of a racist, but please let me atone, let me-”
A strong, callused hand took her shoulder, and a deeply soothing voice asked,
“Is something the matter here, Ms. Blanchard?”
Valerie looked up into the face of a giant! He towered over her, over Chad, and his body seemed to ripple with muscles. There was a sudden scent in the air, and taking a deep inhale of it, she smelled… man! Unbeknownst to her, Valerie’s eyes dilated while her pussy moistened, and her clit throbbed.
“No, Tyrone. We’ve got an eager-beaver white girl here who wants to serve but her father is a racist white pig. Nothing I can’t handle… So, Ms. Cercone, your only option here, I’m afraid, is mandatory reparations. After you pay them, you’re welcome to our next march, but we just can’t let you in unless you’ve proven yourself to our cause.”
She suddenly remembered her sign, and she took it from Chad.
“But I made this for the march! Isn’t it great?”
The sign read,
“Black Lives Matter, don’t they? What did Pastor Phil do to deserve death? He threatened White Supremacy, that’s what! Black Power!”
Their unasked-for guest Tyrone took the sign and studied it.
“Well, well… I’ll say, mamacita, your work is excellent. Why don’t we give this to one of the less prepared marchers? While reparations are important, us brothas don’t like all these signs or slogan shouting when you pay us. And I think you’ll be rather popular with the niggas, that’s fo sho!”
Valerie turned towards Tyrone, and she saw he truly was an Adonis. Unable to help herself, she ran her hand up and down his chest. Her heart thudded in her chest as she felt a real man for the first time. An errant stroke went down all the way to his crotch, but she expected to feel only fabric over his clothed crotch… but she found something else instead!
It can’t be true! That’s just a myth from porn… they can’t really be this big, can they be?! Her hand brushed a throbbing python of a cock. Remembering who she was with, and who he was, she pulled her hand away as if she were burned. Valerie stuttered an apology, but Tyrone only stroked a hand through her hair.
Suddenly, a pale hand gripped Tyrone’s arm.
“Hey buddy, that’s my girlfriend you’re grop-”
Tyrone’s gaze fell upon Chad, and it was nearly comical how he seemed to shrink. Chad was like a boy in every way compared to Tyrone.
“Is something the matter, boy? No? Then step off and be cool!”
Chadley Simmons, her soulmate, her lover, the one who cared for her and protected her… kowtowed before Tyrone and stepped back. When was the last time I had butterflies like this?!
“Well… I did want to march, but I’ll gladly pay reparations for my daddy’s racism. Chad’s pretty racist too, even though he doesn’t mean to be.”
Turning back to Rhianna, she saw her processor had a more devious grin than before. The woman said,
“Well, judging by your reaction to Tyrone, I’m going to guess you haven’t done this kinda thing before. So, I’ll do you a favor and give you a Kiss pill too. Trust me, you’ll need it.”
Valerie accepted the pill without a word, and she turned to go with Tyrone. Putting her arm around his, she went without a thought for Chad. Even so, she heard him call,
“Val, you’re just gonna go with him?”
Duh! As they walked, Tyrone made small talk, and she found him so fucking funny, and sweet. Damn he’s a hunk too. What am I gonna use this pill for, though?
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Chad fumed but tried to keep it hidden. Looking back to Rhianna, he said,
“Look, I’m with her, so I’m gonna-”
Rhianna snapped her fingers, and he came right to attention.
“Listen here you punk ass bitch, your girl Val told us all we needed to know about you, ok? So, what we’re gonna do is get your worm-dicked whiteboi ass outa here. Jamal! Come drag this sissy-faggot out of here!”
No, you can’t possibly be doing this to me! Chad slammed his palms on the table, and he demanded,
“You tell me what’s going on in that tent! What are these reparations?! Huh? Answer me you ni-”
Rhianna’s eyes virtually flashed, and she set her face defiantly as if saying, “Finish that word, cracker, I dare you!” Two hands gripped him by the shoulders, and Chad was manhandled away. Rhianna called as he was frog-walked out,
“You’ll be lucky if you ever see her again after this, cuck! If she lets you clean a brotha’s cum outta her pussy, consider it a blessing from your Nubian Gods!”
Once outside, Chad commanded,
“Let me go you freak! I’m outside!”
Jamal did just that, throwing him to the ground with a loud thud. His impact knocked the wind out of him, but while he was getting up, Jamal said in a thick African accent,
“Don’t make any more trouble for us, got it?”
Although he answered, he knew he had to find his girlfriend! She was acting so weird. Like, was she hypnotized by that fucking brute? She’s probably in danger! He thought he caught sight of her going into that large tent. Her hair was unmistakable, and so was that Queen of Spades logo on the back of her shirt!
Chad ran to the entrance of the tent, but two of the bouncers stepped before him. Their bulging arms crossed over their chests, and he knew based on their muscle mass alone that he wouldn’t be able to fight his way in.
“There a problem, whitey?”
One of them asked, while the other just glared at him. From their strong faces, right down to their athletic legs, Chad knew he should fear them. He did fear them, and so he backed away, shaking his head. Fucking coward!
“No… no sirs, I was just looking for the toilet…”
The lie hurt worse than the truth. Silent man number two became less silent as he said derisively,
“There’s a park down the road. Go shit in the grass like the animal you are, white scum!”
More embarrassed than the time his mother caught him masturbating for the first time, Chad nodded with a stuttering motion. He turned and ran off for a time…
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