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Chapter 15 - The Outside
The dream was always the same. Only the faces changed.
Shanika stood on the block at the Plantation Club auction. Her hands clasped behind her head, her legs spread. She could feel the heat of the sun on her naked black body. She could feel the weight of the manacles and chains that bound her. Displaying herself for the pleasure of the bidders whose white faces she could barely make out before her. They were all bidding for the chance to own her body.
She'd see different faces different times. Different men who'd called her their property. Sometimes it was men from her other life, this life, the one outside the club. But always she could see the lust in their eyes. The desire to possess her. To use her for their own gratification.
When she woke from the dream, she would still be aroused. Lost in a fog of confusion between sleep and wakefulness she'd be aware of the wetness between her legs. Frequently she'd touch herself as the memory of the dream began to dissipate. Finally she'd open her eyes and see the trappings of her mundane existence in her apartment in the city. Once again she'd realize that it had just been a dream, and she'd feel a pang of disappointment.
This morning was no different in that respect. The pleasant glow of the dream faded and the cold light of reality took its place. It had been well over a month since she had left the Plantation Club the last time. She struggled with her desire to return. To surrender to the notion that that was her natural place to be. To be a black slave in the service of white men and women. The idea still left her shamed and aroused. She feared that if she returned there she would end up surrendering so completely that she'd totally lose herself in it. So she stayed away in spite of the pull she felt. In spite of the dream she had night after night.
It was as if the process was repeating itself, she thought. She'd dream the dream until she couldn't resist and then return to that other life. In reality she'd only lived that life for less than a couple of weeks, but to her it seemed much longer.
The money she'd earned at the club was beginning to run out and she decided to find work through a temp agency. Her assignment was downtown and she needed to leave early to catch the bus to get there on time.
She'd taken to sleeping nude since her first visit to the club. Something about it just seemed more natural to her now. So she didn't need to undress before hurrying to take her shower and get ready for the day. As the warm water splashed over her she reminisced about the harsh scrubbings and cold water rinses she'd endured there. Like every morning since, she turned the hot water off first so she could feel the bracing chill. She dried herself off and imagined that when she stepped through the bathroom door it would open into the bright morning sunlight and the auction yard.
Shanika dressed in her professional clothes, brushed her still short cropped curly hair, and applied her make up. She studied her face in the mirror, trying to remember how she'd looked not so long ago. Her face plain, her hair shorn, and a heavy steel collar around her neck.
Feeling rushed now after having dawdled she skipped breakfast and went down to the bus stop. It wasn't long before the bus arrived. Shanika climbed on board, showed her pass, and took a seat in the back. She surveyed the other passengers, always looking for a familiar face. Someone who'd seen her under different circumstances. Someone who knew what she had been for a brief time. Someone who might recognize her for what somewhere inside her she felt she still was.
But so far, she hadn't seen one. At least as far as she knew. It was possible that someone who had attended an auction or the gala would recognize her even though she wouldn't recognize them. The idea made her face feel hot and her pussy damp. She simply couldn't shake the mixed emotions of shame and arousal she felt when she thought of the time she spent at the club.
She tried to make up for it, though. She treated white men and women with deference and respect. Always calling them sir or ma'am as appropriate. No one seemed to have noticed it or just assumed she was very polite. Men had asked her out on dates, but it wasn't the same. She found herself wanting them to take charge of her, but she couldn't tell them how she felt which left her unsatisfied.
The bus became crowded as it continued towards the center of the city. A fortyish looking white man got on the bus, and seeing no empty seat, stood next to where Shanika sat. He grabbed the metal bar attached to the ceiling for standees to hold and steady themselves.
"Excuse me, sir," Shanika said to him. "May I offer you my seat?"
At first he didn't even look at her. It was likely, she thought, that he didn't realize she was talking to him.
"Sir?" she said louder, looking up at him.
He turned and looked down at the black woman.
"May I offer you my seat, sir?" she asked again.
A puzzled look appeared on his face as he gradually understood that a young black woman was offering him her seat on a crowded bus.
"Er, no thanks," he stammered. "I'm fine." He turned back away from her and looked forward down the aisle.
Shanika felt her heart beating and her face flush. She was embarrassed to have made the offer and have it turned down that way. His reaction was what she had become accustomed to. These ordinary people just didn't understand what she was doing or why. Instead of accepting her show of submission, they were only made to feel slightly uncomfortable by it if the felt anything at all.
The stop was only a block away from the address the temp agency had provided. She stood as the bus pulled up to the curb, waiting patiently as the other passengers who were getting off there rose and moved to the door ahead of her. Again no one noticed she was going out of her way to be deferential.
The sidewalk was crowded with pedestrians and Shanika had trouble pushing her way through them to get to the main entrance of her destination. Finally, she entered the lobby of the building and rode the elevator up the the floor on the slip of paper.
The consulting agency's office she was going to was behind a plate glass door set in plate glass windows at the end of the corridor. The name of the agency, Baines and Whitlock, was on the door near the brushed aluminum handle. She could see an open reception area with a modern style wood veneer desk just inside the door. A flat-screen computer monitor and a telephone was all that was on the desk. A few low cloth upholstered chairs with potted plants interspersed between them occupied the rest of the room along with a large aquarium and a table with a coffee maker on it.
A professionally dressed middle aged white lady with greying hair sat at the desk. She looked up as Shanika pushed the door open and walked in.
"May I help you, miss?" the white lady asked her.
"Yes, ma'am," replied Shanika. "I'm Shanika Wilson. The temp agency send me for the receptionist position."
"Shanika," said the white lady. "I wasn't expecting you until nine, but I'm glad you're early! We weren't prepared for Doris, our regular girl, to have to go tend to a family emergency. I've been doing her job since she left and my work is piling up. Let me show you around a little and you can get settled in."
"Thank you, ma'am," responded Shanika.
"Oh!" the white lady caught herself, "I forgot to introduce myself! My name's Cathy. Cathy Peterson. Things have been so hectic around here!"
"Pleased to meet you, Miz Peterson," Shanika said.
"Cathy is fine, Shanika," she said. "We don't stand on formalities around here amongst ourselves. Anyways, here's the phone, this list shows you the names of the partners and the other people here and their extensions. All the calls come through here. Just answer the phone with 'Baines and Whitlock, may I help you' and that'll be fine. If they don't know who they want to talk to, you can forward the call to me."
"Over here is the coffee machine," continued Cathy, "make sure there's always a fresh pot there. This office runs on caffeine!" The machine gurgled. Cathy must have just made it before Shanika's arrival. "And don't forget to feed the fish! Last time Doris was out they nearly starved before someone remembered them!"
"Yes, ma'am," responded Shanika.
Cathy looked at Shanika and smiled. "Relax, Shanika!" she said, "I know you'll do fine. Please just call me Cathy, ok?"
"Sorry, er, Cathy," said the black woman. It was funny how quickly she'd changed, she thought. She felt a little uncomfortable calling a white lady by her first name. It seemed unnatural to her now.
"No problem," the white lady said. "Anyways, if you have any questions, just buzz me."
"I'll do that," Shanika said, sitting at the desk. "Thank you."
Cathy went down the hallway leading away from the reception area leaving Shanika by herself.
A few minutes later a tall, graying, middle aged white man wearing an expensive looking suit came through the door. He looked at Shanika for a moment and smiled.
"You must be the new receptionist," he said, extending his hand. "I'm Craig Whitlock."
Shanika self consciously shook his hand, her eyes downcast. "Pleased to meet you, sir. My name is Shanika Wilson."
Craig took in the view of the black woman for an extra moment. "Bring me a cup of coffee when it's ready, Shanika. I take it black and hot, no sugar."
Shanika felt her face warm. "Yes, sir," she replied. "It'll just be a few minutes."
He disappeared down the corridor.
A few more people drifted in over the next short while, most just smiled at Shanika and continued to their offices. The coffee was ready. The black woman found a clean cup on the shelf above the machine and filled it. She quickly walked back to where the offices were. Craig's was at the end of the corridor. The door was open but she knocked anyways.
"Excuse me, sir?" she said. "I've got your coffee for you."
"C'mon in, Shanika," he invited her. "Just set it down there." He indicated a spot on the desk not covered in papers.
Shanika walked in and placed the cup on the desk. He looked up at her and smiled. She smiled back, and feeling a little embarrassed again, looked down from his gaze.
"Thank you, girl," he said.
"You're welcome, sir," she replied. "Can I get you anything else?"
"No, that's all for now," he turned back to his work.
Shanika went back down the hall to the reception area and sat at her desk. She thought about her encounter with Mr. Whitlock. Unlike Miz Peterson he hadn't objected to her formalities. And he called her girl. She felt her pussy getting wet.
The morning proceeded uneventfully. Around one her phone rang with the single ring indicating an inside call. She saw on the display that the call was from Mr. Whitlock.
"Yes, sir?" she said.
"Would you come back here, girl?" he asked.
"Yes, sir." Shanika rose and walked back to Craig's office.
"Say, Shanika," he started, "would you run down to the deli next door and pick up a sandwich for me? I already called it in. I'll ask Cathy to cover the front desk for you."
"Of course, sir," she answered.
"This should take care of it," he said, handing her some money. "Thanks."
"It's my pleasure, sir," she said.
Shanika found herself feeling pleased to be running this errand for her boss. While few of the white people she'd interacted with noticed the polite deferential respect she treated them with, others seemed almost uncomfortable. Mr. Whitlock was different. He seemed to accept it naturally. That made her heart beat a little faster and her pussy tingle in a way it hadn't since her time at the Plantation Club.
She returned to the office in a few minutes with Craig's lunch. Cathy sat at the front desk and smiled at her as the black woman walked past to the his office.
She knocked on the open door and he invited her in.
"That was quick," he said.
She put the paper bag from the deli on his desk in front of where he sat along with the change.
"Would you be good enough to take it out and unwrap it for me?" asked Craig, still shuffling papers.
Shanika pulled the sandwich out and layed it on the desk. She unwrapped it and set it on the wax paper it came in.
"Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?" she asked him.
"I could use a glass of water from the cooler," he answered.
"Yes, sir," Shanika said and turned to go fetch it. She hurried back to the reception area to the water cooler by the coffee machine. Cathy watched as the black woman filled a cup and returned to Craig's office.
He waved her in when she knocked on the open door. She placed the cup of water on the desk.
"Here you are, sir," she said and stood waiting for his response.
"Thanks, girl," he told her, looking up at the negress. "I appreciate it. That's all for now."
"You're welcome, sir," she said warmly.
Back at the reception desk, Shanika spent the rest of the day answering the phone and thinking about Mr. Whitlock and way he seemed to enjoy having her serve him. Her time at the Plantation Club taught her to take pleasure in pleasing and serving white men and women. And she took pleasure in serving Mr. Whitlock.
After five o'clock rolled around, people began leaving the office. Cathy stopped by on her way out.
"How was the first day?" she asked.
"Just fine, ma'am," Shanika replied. "Excuse me. I mean, Cathy. Everyone is very nice."
"I'm glad you're fitting right in," said Cathy. "Anyways, it's time to go home. The phone switches over to a service at five, so you don't need to answer it. Please make sure the coffee stuff is clean before you go. And don't forget the fish! I'll see you in the morning."
"I'll do that right away," said the black woman. "Good night."
The white lady headed for the front door and joined the group waiting for the elevator down the hall. Shanika rinsed the coffee pot and related items in the small sink next to it. The phone on her desk rang with the inside ring as she was putting fish food in the aquarium.
"Hello?" she answered it. She noticed Mr. Whitlock's extension on the display panel.
"Come back to my office, girl," said Craig and hung up.
Shanika hung up the phone and ventured back to the big corner office. The white man was on the phone and waved her in when she arrived at his door.
He put his hand over the mouth piece. "Close the door," he instructed her.
The black woman went to close the door and then returned to a spot in front of the desk and waited patiently for him to finish his call. After a few minutes the phone conversation was over and Craig turned to her as he hung up the hand set.
"So, how do you like it here?" he asked.
"Just fine, sir," she replied. "I hope my work has pleased you so far."
"Oh, it has, girl," he said smoothly. "That it has. You are a very polite young woman, which is all too rare in this day and age. I find it refreshing."
"Thank you, sir," Shanika felt herself blushing at the praise and the explicit confirmation that he both noticed and appreciated her demeanor. Slightly embarrassed she looked down from his gaze.
"You know," he continued, "I have a feeling that there's more than good manners going on here."
Shanika felt her face grow hotter. Her pussy was tingling again. She said nothing.
"Yes," he decided. "Definitely more than just that."
The white man stood up and walked around the desk. Shanika followed him with her eyes. She turned to face him.
"Get on your knees, girl," he stated. "Now."
The black woman immediately dropped to her knees before her white boss.
"Look at me," ordered.Craig.
Shanika looked up at him, her soft brown eyes met his. He said nothing further for almost a minute, just standing there, looking down on the kneeling black woman.
"I knew it," he said finally. "Somehow, I knew you'd do it. What I want to hear from you now is why. Tell me, girl."
"Because you wished it, sir," she said after a short pause. Without instructions to the contrary she continued to gaze into his face.
"Why would you do that?" he asked right back at her.
Shanika didn't know what he wanted her to say. At last she decided to just tell him the truth. "Because I'm a nigger, sir," she said. Her heart raced and she felt wetness between her legs. "Niggers do as they're told." She waited for his reaction.
Craig looked down at the colored woman, his expression was hard for her to read.
"Suck my cock, nigger," he said at last.
"Yes, sir," said Shanika.
She reached forward and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and unzipped his fly. She pulled down his pants far enough to reveal his erect cock. She scooted forward on her knees, and grabbed the base of his white dick with one hand and slipped it between her soft black lips. She caressed his balls with the other hand.
Shanika sucked and bobbed her head up and down on the his dick. She hadn't felt so used since her last stay at the Plantation Club. The colored girl could feel that her pussy was soaked. She felt the white man's hands on either side of her head and he began to fuck her face. The slurping noises she made were replaced by her gagging and sputtering as he pushed his cock into her mouth. The black woman relaxed and didn't resist as she felt his climax nearing.
"Uh! Uh!," he grunted as he ejaculated in her mouth. "Ahhh..."
The negress felt his hot sperm hit the back of her throat and she swallowed it greedily. At last she felt as if she were in her place. On her knees with a white man's cock filling her mouth with cum.
He withdrew, leaving a long strand of semen stretching from her lower lip to the tip of his cock. Ultimately it broke and fell on her blouse, leaving a long wet stain. Shanika looked up, almost, but not quite, meeting Craig's eyes.
"Thank you for usin' dis nigga's mouth, suh," she said.
"You're quite welcome, nigger girl," replied the white man as he pulled his pants back up. "You're quite a cocksucker. I bet you've got a nice pussy, too."
"Thank you, suh," said Shanika, her eyes respectfully downcast.
"But for now, I'm done with you," he said. "Run along, and I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yes, suh," said the black woman, rising to her feet.
Dismissed, Shanika turned and went out into the hallway, headed for the front door. The office was pretty much deserted now, only a few people were still at their desks. None of them even looked up as the used colored girl walked past. She pushed the big glass door open and stepped into the hallway. A few people were there waiting for the elevator.
It was in the elevator that Shanika became aware of the surreptitious glances of other people. She heard a giggle and looked up to see two white women sharing a confidence looking in her direction. They quickly looked away. A young white man in an express delivery uniform smiled and winked at her. She felt her face flush from the attention and looked down.
At that moment she noticed the spot of semen on her chin and the long wet stain on her blouse. She felt a hot jolt of embarrassment as she realized that at least a few of the passengers on the elevator noticed it and likely knew what she had been doing. But at the same time she felt excited and could feel the wetness between her legs.
It was as if the white people who were enjoying her exposure were using her, too. It wasn't the same as being led naked in chains, but the difference was only in degrees.
She looked back up and met the delivery man's gaze and smiled back at him. A look of surprise quickly replaced his leer. And that was replaced with a questioning look, his eyebrows raised slightly. Shanika continued to smile at him and nodded once. She felt like such a slut now, her pussy was on fire.
The elevator emptied out into the lobby. Shanika followed him out the front door and onto the sidewalk. The delivery man tilted his head quickly to one side in a "follow me" gesture and stepped into the back of his truck, which was parked in the loading zone. The black woman followed him. He leaned out and pulled the door closed.
"I couldn't help but notice you on the elevator," he said. "Or what was on your face."
"Yes, sir," she replied. "I didn't know it was so obvious."
Again, a surprised look in reaction to her calling him sir. Emboldened, he pressed on.
"It looked like you had jizz on you," he continued. "It turned me on seeing a hot black girl that way."
Shanika was already aroused from being ordered to her knees and made to suck Craig's cock. Now she was positively overcome with lust. Her desire to be used this way had grown to a craving over the weeks since she'd been at the Plantation Club. She didn't want to take charge of this situation because she knew it wasn't her place. But she did want to help it along.
"I's a nigga, suh," she said, her eyes downcast. "I's a nigga fo' white mens to use." She could see the bulge in his pants clearly.
"Fuck," was all the delivery man could say.
He looked at this picture of feminine submission in front him and considered his next move. Shanika stole quick glance at his face. He wore an expression of pure lust.
"Strip, nigger," he said finally.
This is what she'd been missing. And now, here it was, she thought. She was past the point of no return.
"Yes, suh," replied the negress.
She quickly removed her clothing, setting them on a large cardboard box, and stood before the man naked. She thought for a second and assumed the display position she'd been taught. Hands clasped behind her head, eyes downcast, chest out, legs spread.
"Fuck," he repeated himself. "I can't believe this is happening!"
Tentatively at first he reached out to touch her. He ran his hand down her side and then back up again. Bolder, he stepped forward and put his hands on her breasts, squeezing them gently. Her nipples were hard and her heart was pounding. The white man let one hand drop down over the black girl's belly. He inhaled quickly as he felt her shaved pussy. She parted her legs further as his hand went between her thighs.
"You're soaking wet," he said. "This really turns you on."
Shanika said nothing as he continued to stroke her between her legs. She began to buck her hips in response to his ministrations. Her scent filled the back of the express delivery truck.
He looked around the back of the truck, his eyes settling on a blanket sized furniture pad used to protect odd sized unwrapped pieces from being marred during delivery. He dropped his hands from Shanika's body and picked it up.
"Look out," he said, nudging her out of the way as he lay the furniture pad on the floor of the truck. "Lay down. It's time for you to get fucked."
"Yes, suh!" she said.
Shanika lay on the floor and spread her legs. She hadn't felt so good in weeks, here on her back on the floor of a truck parked in the loading zone on a busy downtown street. She was about to be used by a white man she'd met less than ten minutes earlier.
The delivery man pulled his pants down to his ankles and got between her legs. Her pussy was so wet his cock slid right into her.
"You're like a bitch in heat," he said as he started to fuck her. "A nigger bitch in heat."
"Tha's right, suh," she agreed breathlessly, "I's jus' a nigga bitch for you. Use me, suh. Use dis nigga bitch."
"Fuck!" he exclaimed and began pounding into Shanika's pussy with urgency. "You are so fucking hot! I can't last too long with you talking like that!"
"Tha's ok, suh," she told him softly. "I's jus' a nigga. Tha's all I is. You use me how you want."
Shanika didn't need much time, though. Her arousal had been building towards this all day. She could feel her orgasm building as the delivery man rhythmically fucked her.
"Oh!" she gasped as she felt how close she was. "Kin I cum, suh? Kin dis nigga cum fo' you?"
"Oh, yeah, nigger," he answered excitedly. "Go ahead. Cum for me."
"Ahhh!" she cried. "Oh, you usin' dis nigga so good!" Her orgasm hit her hard. Strong waves of pleasure washed over her. "I's a nigga. Use me. Oh, use me!"
"Yeah," he gasped. "Fuck. Oh!"
Shanika felt him release inside her, filling her hot black pussy with cum.
"You cummin' in yo' nigga!" she exclaimed. "Tha's right, suh. Please cum in yo' nigga's coochie. Oh, thank you, suh!"
Spent, the delivery man rested on top of Shanika's black body. She put her arms around him even though she was afraid it wasn't her place to do so. But she hadn't felt so good in so long and wanted the intimate contact to continue, even with this stranger. Maybe especially with this stranger whose name she didn't know.
They lay there on the floor of the truck for several minutes as they came down from the climax they'd shared.
"Thank you, suh," she said at last. "Thank you fo' usin' dis nigga."
"You're so hot," he murmured. "So fuckin' hot..."
"Thank you, suh," she replied. "You so kind."
He got to his feet and bent over, starting to pull his pants up.
"'Scuse, me, suh," Shanika said. "Fo'give dis nigga fo' bein' too bold. Kin dis nigga have the priv'lege o' cleanin' yo' cock fo' you, suh?"
"Sure," he said and stood back up.
The negress got to her knees and began to lick off the white man's cock. It was covered with a mixture of semen and her own juices. She lapped at it hungrily, finally taking it into her mouth. She sucked him gently for a few moments before letting slide out from between her lips. She looked up into his eyes.
"Thank you, suh," she said gratefully. "You honor dis nigga. You so kind."
"I never met a woman like you," he said as he pulled up his pants. "You're incredible!"
"Thank you, suh," she blushed.
"Aren't you going to get dressed?" he said, buckling his belt.
"I's sorry, suh," she said. "You ain't tol' me to get dressed."
"Fuck," he said. "Man, you are incredible! I could almost fuck you again right now!"
"Yes, suh," she said. "You want dis nigga back on the floor?"
The delivery man thought for a long moment.
"Sorry," he sighed finally. "I can't. I'd love to, but I've got to get this truck back now. I'm already late. But I don't care what kind of shit they give me back at dispatch. This was worth it!"
"You too kind, suh," she said again, glowing from his praise.
"Go ahead and get dressed," he told her. "Shit! I don't even know your name! My name is Greg."
"I's Shanika," she said, standing. "I's pleased to meet you, suh."
"Shanika," he repeated. "That's a pretty name. And you are one hot lady."
"I's jus' a nigga, suh," she said, eyes downcast again. "I's glad to please you."
"Damn," sighed Greg. "I'm getting hard again!" He laughed. "I'd love to see you again. Can I have your phone number? I'd love to get together in more comfortable surroundings."
"Of course, suh," she said and told him her number as she finished dressing.
The white man reached over and opened the door for her and Shanika stepped out onto the street with him right behind her.
"I'll definitely call you, girl," he said, closing the door. "Or I'll see you around here. This is my last stop pretty much every day. See ya."
"Good bye, suh," she said as he climbed behind the wheel and started the motor.
Shanika stood and watched as he waved to her and pulled the truck out onto the street. She could feel his semen running down the inside of her legs. Only then did she start to become aware of her surroundings. She looked around and wondered if anyone had heard them over the traffic noises.
She walked to the bus stop and waited in the twilight. She climbed on the bus and took a seat near the back. She looked out the window and looked forward to returning here tomorrow. At last she felt satisfied that she was fulfilling her purpose.
The dream was always the same. Only the faces changed.
Shanika stood on the block at the Plantation Club auction. Her hands clasped behind her head, her legs spread. She could feel the heat of the sun on her naked black body. She could feel the weight of the manacles and chains that bound her. Displaying herself for the pleasure of the bidders whose white faces she could barely make out before her. They were all bidding for the chance to own her body.
She'd see different faces different times. Different men who'd called her their property. Sometimes it was men from her other life, this life, the one outside the club. But always she could see the lust in their eyes. The desire to possess her. To use her for their own gratification.
When she woke from the dream, she would still be aroused. Lost in a fog of confusion between sleep and wakefulness she'd be aware of the wetness between her legs. Frequently she'd touch herself as the memory of the dream began to dissipate. Finally she'd open her eyes and see the trappings of her mundane existence in her apartment in the city. Once again she'd realize that it had just been a dream, and she'd feel a pang of disappointment.
This morning was no different in that respect. The pleasant glow of the dream faded and the cold light of reality took its place. It had been well over a month since she had left the Plantation Club the last time. She struggled with her desire to return. To surrender to the notion that that was her natural place to be. To be a black slave in the service of white men and women. The idea still left her shamed and aroused. She feared that if she returned there she would end up surrendering so completely that she'd totally lose herself in it. So she stayed away in spite of the pull she felt. In spite of the dream she had night after night.
It was as if the process was repeating itself, she thought. She'd dream the dream until she couldn't resist and then return to that other life. In reality she'd only lived that life for less than a couple of weeks, but to her it seemed much longer.
The money she'd earned at the club was beginning to run out and she decided to find work through a temp agency. Her assignment was downtown and she needed to leave early to catch the bus to get there on time.
She'd taken to sleeping nude since her first visit to the club. Something about it just seemed more natural to her now. So she didn't need to undress before hurrying to take her shower and get ready for the day. As the warm water splashed over her she reminisced about the harsh scrubbings and cold water rinses she'd endured there. Like every morning since, she turned the hot water off first so she could feel the bracing chill. She dried herself off and imagined that when she stepped through the bathroom door it would open into the bright morning sunlight and the auction yard.
Shanika dressed in her professional clothes, brushed her still short cropped curly hair, and applied her make up. She studied her face in the mirror, trying to remember how she'd looked not so long ago. Her face plain, her hair shorn, and a heavy steel collar around her neck.
Feeling rushed now after having dawdled she skipped breakfast and went down to the bus stop. It wasn't long before the bus arrived. Shanika climbed on board, showed her pass, and took a seat in the back. She surveyed the other passengers, always looking for a familiar face. Someone who'd seen her under different circumstances. Someone who knew what she had been for a brief time. Someone who might recognize her for what somewhere inside her she felt she still was.
But so far, she hadn't seen one. At least as far as she knew. It was possible that someone who had attended an auction or the gala would recognize her even though she wouldn't recognize them. The idea made her face feel hot and her pussy damp. She simply couldn't shake the mixed emotions of shame and arousal she felt when she thought of the time she spent at the club.
She tried to make up for it, though. She treated white men and women with deference and respect. Always calling them sir or ma'am as appropriate. No one seemed to have noticed it or just assumed she was very polite. Men had asked her out on dates, but it wasn't the same. She found herself wanting them to take charge of her, but she couldn't tell them how she felt which left her unsatisfied.
The bus became crowded as it continued towards the center of the city. A fortyish looking white man got on the bus, and seeing no empty seat, stood next to where Shanika sat. He grabbed the metal bar attached to the ceiling for standees to hold and steady themselves.
"Excuse me, sir," Shanika said to him. "May I offer you my seat?"
At first he didn't even look at her. It was likely, she thought, that he didn't realize she was talking to him.
"Sir?" she said louder, looking up at him.
He turned and looked down at the black woman.
"May I offer you my seat, sir?" she asked again.
A puzzled look appeared on his face as he gradually understood that a young black woman was offering him her seat on a crowded bus.
"Er, no thanks," he stammered. "I'm fine." He turned back away from her and looked forward down the aisle.
Shanika felt her heart beating and her face flush. She was embarrassed to have made the offer and have it turned down that way. His reaction was what she had become accustomed to. These ordinary people just didn't understand what she was doing or why. Instead of accepting her show of submission, they were only made to feel slightly uncomfortable by it if the felt anything at all.
The stop was only a block away from the address the temp agency had provided. She stood as the bus pulled up to the curb, waiting patiently as the other passengers who were getting off there rose and moved to the door ahead of her. Again no one noticed she was going out of her way to be deferential.
The sidewalk was crowded with pedestrians and Shanika had trouble pushing her way through them to get to the main entrance of her destination. Finally, she entered the lobby of the building and rode the elevator up the the floor on the slip of paper.
The consulting agency's office she was going to was behind a plate glass door set in plate glass windows at the end of the corridor. The name of the agency, Baines and Whitlock, was on the door near the brushed aluminum handle. She could see an open reception area with a modern style wood veneer desk just inside the door. A flat-screen computer monitor and a telephone was all that was on the desk. A few low cloth upholstered chairs with potted plants interspersed between them occupied the rest of the room along with a large aquarium and a table with a coffee maker on it.
A professionally dressed middle aged white lady with greying hair sat at the desk. She looked up as Shanika pushed the door open and walked in.
"May I help you, miss?" the white lady asked her.
"Yes, ma'am," replied Shanika. "I'm Shanika Wilson. The temp agency send me for the receptionist position."
"Shanika," said the white lady. "I wasn't expecting you until nine, but I'm glad you're early! We weren't prepared for Doris, our regular girl, to have to go tend to a family emergency. I've been doing her job since she left and my work is piling up. Let me show you around a little and you can get settled in."
"Thank you, ma'am," responded Shanika.
"Oh!" the white lady caught herself, "I forgot to introduce myself! My name's Cathy. Cathy Peterson. Things have been so hectic around here!"
"Pleased to meet you, Miz Peterson," Shanika said.
"Cathy is fine, Shanika," she said. "We don't stand on formalities around here amongst ourselves. Anyways, here's the phone, this list shows you the names of the partners and the other people here and their extensions. All the calls come through here. Just answer the phone with 'Baines and Whitlock, may I help you' and that'll be fine. If they don't know who they want to talk to, you can forward the call to me."
"Over here is the coffee machine," continued Cathy, "make sure there's always a fresh pot there. This office runs on caffeine!" The machine gurgled. Cathy must have just made it before Shanika's arrival. "And don't forget to feed the fish! Last time Doris was out they nearly starved before someone remembered them!"
"Yes, ma'am," responded Shanika.
Cathy looked at Shanika and smiled. "Relax, Shanika!" she said, "I know you'll do fine. Please just call me Cathy, ok?"
"Sorry, er, Cathy," said the black woman. It was funny how quickly she'd changed, she thought. She felt a little uncomfortable calling a white lady by her first name. It seemed unnatural to her now.
"No problem," the white lady said. "Anyways, if you have any questions, just buzz me."
"I'll do that," Shanika said, sitting at the desk. "Thank you."
Cathy went down the hallway leading away from the reception area leaving Shanika by herself.
A few minutes later a tall, graying, middle aged white man wearing an expensive looking suit came through the door. He looked at Shanika for a moment and smiled.
"You must be the new receptionist," he said, extending his hand. "I'm Craig Whitlock."
Shanika self consciously shook his hand, her eyes downcast. "Pleased to meet you, sir. My name is Shanika Wilson."
Craig took in the view of the black woman for an extra moment. "Bring me a cup of coffee when it's ready, Shanika. I take it black and hot, no sugar."
Shanika felt her face warm. "Yes, sir," she replied. "It'll just be a few minutes."
He disappeared down the corridor.
A few more people drifted in over the next short while, most just smiled at Shanika and continued to their offices. The coffee was ready. The black woman found a clean cup on the shelf above the machine and filled it. She quickly walked back to where the offices were. Craig's was at the end of the corridor. The door was open but she knocked anyways.
"Excuse me, sir?" she said. "I've got your coffee for you."
"C'mon in, Shanika," he invited her. "Just set it down there." He indicated a spot on the desk not covered in papers.
Shanika walked in and placed the cup on the desk. He looked up at her and smiled. She smiled back, and feeling a little embarrassed again, looked down from his gaze.
"Thank you, girl," he said.
"You're welcome, sir," she replied. "Can I get you anything else?"
"No, that's all for now," he turned back to his work.
Shanika went back down the hall to the reception area and sat at her desk. She thought about her encounter with Mr. Whitlock. Unlike Miz Peterson he hadn't objected to her formalities. And he called her girl. She felt her pussy getting wet.
The morning proceeded uneventfully. Around one her phone rang with the single ring indicating an inside call. She saw on the display that the call was from Mr. Whitlock.
"Yes, sir?" she said.
"Would you come back here, girl?" he asked.
"Yes, sir." Shanika rose and walked back to Craig's office.
"Say, Shanika," he started, "would you run down to the deli next door and pick up a sandwich for me? I already called it in. I'll ask Cathy to cover the front desk for you."
"Of course, sir," she answered.
"This should take care of it," he said, handing her some money. "Thanks."
"It's my pleasure, sir," she said.
Shanika found herself feeling pleased to be running this errand for her boss. While few of the white people she'd interacted with noticed the polite deferential respect she treated them with, others seemed almost uncomfortable. Mr. Whitlock was different. He seemed to accept it naturally. That made her heart beat a little faster and her pussy tingle in a way it hadn't since her time at the Plantation Club.
She returned to the office in a few minutes with Craig's lunch. Cathy sat at the front desk and smiled at her as the black woman walked past to the his office.
She knocked on the open door and he invited her in.
"That was quick," he said.
She put the paper bag from the deli on his desk in front of where he sat along with the change.
"Would you be good enough to take it out and unwrap it for me?" asked Craig, still shuffling papers.
Shanika pulled the sandwich out and layed it on the desk. She unwrapped it and set it on the wax paper it came in.
"Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?" she asked him.
"I could use a glass of water from the cooler," he answered.
"Yes, sir," Shanika said and turned to go fetch it. She hurried back to the reception area to the water cooler by the coffee machine. Cathy watched as the black woman filled a cup and returned to Craig's office.
He waved her in when she knocked on the open door. She placed the cup of water on the desk.
"Here you are, sir," she said and stood waiting for his response.
"Thanks, girl," he told her, looking up at the negress. "I appreciate it. That's all for now."
"You're welcome, sir," she said warmly.
Back at the reception desk, Shanika spent the rest of the day answering the phone and thinking about Mr. Whitlock and way he seemed to enjoy having her serve him. Her time at the Plantation Club taught her to take pleasure in pleasing and serving white men and women. And she took pleasure in serving Mr. Whitlock.
After five o'clock rolled around, people began leaving the office. Cathy stopped by on her way out.
"How was the first day?" she asked.
"Just fine, ma'am," Shanika replied. "Excuse me. I mean, Cathy. Everyone is very nice."
"I'm glad you're fitting right in," said Cathy. "Anyways, it's time to go home. The phone switches over to a service at five, so you don't need to answer it. Please make sure the coffee stuff is clean before you go. And don't forget the fish! I'll see you in the morning."
"I'll do that right away," said the black woman. "Good night."
The white lady headed for the front door and joined the group waiting for the elevator down the hall. Shanika rinsed the coffee pot and related items in the small sink next to it. The phone on her desk rang with the inside ring as she was putting fish food in the aquarium.
"Hello?" she answered it. She noticed Mr. Whitlock's extension on the display panel.
"Come back to my office, girl," said Craig and hung up.
Shanika hung up the phone and ventured back to the big corner office. The white man was on the phone and waved her in when she arrived at his door.
He put his hand over the mouth piece. "Close the door," he instructed her.
The black woman went to close the door and then returned to a spot in front of the desk and waited patiently for him to finish his call. After a few minutes the phone conversation was over and Craig turned to her as he hung up the hand set.
"So, how do you like it here?" he asked.
"Just fine, sir," she replied. "I hope my work has pleased you so far."
"Oh, it has, girl," he said smoothly. "That it has. You are a very polite young woman, which is all too rare in this day and age. I find it refreshing."
"Thank you, sir," Shanika felt herself blushing at the praise and the explicit confirmation that he both noticed and appreciated her demeanor. Slightly embarrassed she looked down from his gaze.
"You know," he continued, "I have a feeling that there's more than good manners going on here."
Shanika felt her face grow hotter. Her pussy was tingling again. She said nothing.
"Yes," he decided. "Definitely more than just that."
The white man stood up and walked around the desk. Shanika followed him with her eyes. She turned to face him.
"Get on your knees, girl," he stated. "Now."
The black woman immediately dropped to her knees before her white boss.
"Look at me," ordered.Craig.
Shanika looked up at him, her soft brown eyes met his. He said nothing further for almost a minute, just standing there, looking down on the kneeling black woman.
"I knew it," he said finally. "Somehow, I knew you'd do it. What I want to hear from you now is why. Tell me, girl."
"Because you wished it, sir," she said after a short pause. Without instructions to the contrary she continued to gaze into his face.
"Why would you do that?" he asked right back at her.
Shanika didn't know what he wanted her to say. At last she decided to just tell him the truth. "Because I'm a nigger, sir," she said. Her heart raced and she felt wetness between her legs. "Niggers do as they're told." She waited for his reaction.
Craig looked down at the colored woman, his expression was hard for her to read.
"Suck my cock, nigger," he said at last.
"Yes, sir," said Shanika.
She reached forward and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and unzipped his fly. She pulled down his pants far enough to reveal his erect cock. She scooted forward on her knees, and grabbed the base of his white dick with one hand and slipped it between her soft black lips. She caressed his balls with the other hand.
Shanika sucked and bobbed her head up and down on the his dick. She hadn't felt so used since her last stay at the Plantation Club. The colored girl could feel that her pussy was soaked. She felt the white man's hands on either side of her head and he began to fuck her face. The slurping noises she made were replaced by her gagging and sputtering as he pushed his cock into her mouth. The black woman relaxed and didn't resist as she felt his climax nearing.
"Uh! Uh!," he grunted as he ejaculated in her mouth. "Ahhh..."
The negress felt his hot sperm hit the back of her throat and she swallowed it greedily. At last she felt as if she were in her place. On her knees with a white man's cock filling her mouth with cum.
He withdrew, leaving a long strand of semen stretching from her lower lip to the tip of his cock. Ultimately it broke and fell on her blouse, leaving a long wet stain. Shanika looked up, almost, but not quite, meeting Craig's eyes.
"Thank you for usin' dis nigga's mouth, suh," she said.
"You're quite welcome, nigger girl," replied the white man as he pulled his pants back up. "You're quite a cocksucker. I bet you've got a nice pussy, too."
"Thank you, suh," said Shanika, her eyes respectfully downcast.
"But for now, I'm done with you," he said. "Run along, and I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yes, suh," said the black woman, rising to her feet.
Dismissed, Shanika turned and went out into the hallway, headed for the front door. The office was pretty much deserted now, only a few people were still at their desks. None of them even looked up as the used colored girl walked past. She pushed the big glass door open and stepped into the hallway. A few people were there waiting for the elevator.
It was in the elevator that Shanika became aware of the surreptitious glances of other people. She heard a giggle and looked up to see two white women sharing a confidence looking in her direction. They quickly looked away. A young white man in an express delivery uniform smiled and winked at her. She felt her face flush from the attention and looked down.
At that moment she noticed the spot of semen on her chin and the long wet stain on her blouse. She felt a hot jolt of embarrassment as she realized that at least a few of the passengers on the elevator noticed it and likely knew what she had been doing. But at the same time she felt excited and could feel the wetness between her legs.
It was as if the white people who were enjoying her exposure were using her, too. It wasn't the same as being led naked in chains, but the difference was only in degrees.
She looked back up and met the delivery man's gaze and smiled back at him. A look of surprise quickly replaced his leer. And that was replaced with a questioning look, his eyebrows raised slightly. Shanika continued to smile at him and nodded once. She felt like such a slut now, her pussy was on fire.
The elevator emptied out into the lobby. Shanika followed him out the front door and onto the sidewalk. The delivery man tilted his head quickly to one side in a "follow me" gesture and stepped into the back of his truck, which was parked in the loading zone. The black woman followed him. He leaned out and pulled the door closed.
"I couldn't help but notice you on the elevator," he said. "Or what was on your face."
"Yes, sir," she replied. "I didn't know it was so obvious."
Again, a surprised look in reaction to her calling him sir. Emboldened, he pressed on.
"It looked like you had jizz on you," he continued. "It turned me on seeing a hot black girl that way."
Shanika was already aroused from being ordered to her knees and made to suck Craig's cock. Now she was positively overcome with lust. Her desire to be used this way had grown to a craving over the weeks since she'd been at the Plantation Club. She didn't want to take charge of this situation because she knew it wasn't her place. But she did want to help it along.
"I's a nigga, suh," she said, her eyes downcast. "I's a nigga fo' white mens to use." She could see the bulge in his pants clearly.
"Fuck," was all the delivery man could say.
He looked at this picture of feminine submission in front him and considered his next move. Shanika stole quick glance at his face. He wore an expression of pure lust.
"Strip, nigger," he said finally.
This is what she'd been missing. And now, here it was, she thought. She was past the point of no return.
"Yes, suh," replied the negress.
She quickly removed her clothing, setting them on a large cardboard box, and stood before the man naked. She thought for a second and assumed the display position she'd been taught. Hands clasped behind her head, eyes downcast, chest out, legs spread.
"Fuck," he repeated himself. "I can't believe this is happening!"
Tentatively at first he reached out to touch her. He ran his hand down her side and then back up again. Bolder, he stepped forward and put his hands on her breasts, squeezing them gently. Her nipples were hard and her heart was pounding. The white man let one hand drop down over the black girl's belly. He inhaled quickly as he felt her shaved pussy. She parted her legs further as his hand went between her thighs.
"You're soaking wet," he said. "This really turns you on."
Shanika said nothing as he continued to stroke her between her legs. She began to buck her hips in response to his ministrations. Her scent filled the back of the express delivery truck.
He looked around the back of the truck, his eyes settling on a blanket sized furniture pad used to protect odd sized unwrapped pieces from being marred during delivery. He dropped his hands from Shanika's body and picked it up.
"Look out," he said, nudging her out of the way as he lay the furniture pad on the floor of the truck. "Lay down. It's time for you to get fucked."
"Yes, suh!" she said.
Shanika lay on the floor and spread her legs. She hadn't felt so good in weeks, here on her back on the floor of a truck parked in the loading zone on a busy downtown street. She was about to be used by a white man she'd met less than ten minutes earlier.
The delivery man pulled his pants down to his ankles and got between her legs. Her pussy was so wet his cock slid right into her.
"You're like a bitch in heat," he said as he started to fuck her. "A nigger bitch in heat."
"Tha's right, suh," she agreed breathlessly, "I's jus' a nigga bitch for you. Use me, suh. Use dis nigga bitch."
"Fuck!" he exclaimed and began pounding into Shanika's pussy with urgency. "You are so fucking hot! I can't last too long with you talking like that!"
"Tha's ok, suh," she told him softly. "I's jus' a nigga. Tha's all I is. You use me how you want."
Shanika didn't need much time, though. Her arousal had been building towards this all day. She could feel her orgasm building as the delivery man rhythmically fucked her.
"Oh!" she gasped as she felt how close she was. "Kin I cum, suh? Kin dis nigga cum fo' you?"
"Oh, yeah, nigger," he answered excitedly. "Go ahead. Cum for me."
"Ahhh!" she cried. "Oh, you usin' dis nigga so good!" Her orgasm hit her hard. Strong waves of pleasure washed over her. "I's a nigga. Use me. Oh, use me!"
"Yeah," he gasped. "Fuck. Oh!"
Shanika felt him release inside her, filling her hot black pussy with cum.
"You cummin' in yo' nigga!" she exclaimed. "Tha's right, suh. Please cum in yo' nigga's coochie. Oh, thank you, suh!"
Spent, the delivery man rested on top of Shanika's black body. She put her arms around him even though she was afraid it wasn't her place to do so. But she hadn't felt so good in so long and wanted the intimate contact to continue, even with this stranger. Maybe especially with this stranger whose name she didn't know.
They lay there on the floor of the truck for several minutes as they came down from the climax they'd shared.
"Thank you, suh," she said at last. "Thank you fo' usin' dis nigga."
"You're so hot," he murmured. "So fuckin' hot..."
"Thank you, suh," she replied. "You so kind."
He got to his feet and bent over, starting to pull his pants up.
"'Scuse, me, suh," Shanika said. "Fo'give dis nigga fo' bein' too bold. Kin dis nigga have the priv'lege o' cleanin' yo' cock fo' you, suh?"
"Sure," he said and stood back up.
The negress got to her knees and began to lick off the white man's cock. It was covered with a mixture of semen and her own juices. She lapped at it hungrily, finally taking it into her mouth. She sucked him gently for a few moments before letting slide out from between her lips. She looked up into his eyes.
"Thank you, suh," she said gratefully. "You honor dis nigga. You so kind."
"I never met a woman like you," he said as he pulled up his pants. "You're incredible!"
"Thank you, suh," she blushed.
"Aren't you going to get dressed?" he said, buckling his belt.
"I's sorry, suh," she said. "You ain't tol' me to get dressed."
"Fuck," he said. "Man, you are incredible! I could almost fuck you again right now!"
"Yes, suh," she said. "You want dis nigga back on the floor?"
The delivery man thought for a long moment.
"Sorry," he sighed finally. "I can't. I'd love to, but I've got to get this truck back now. I'm already late. But I don't care what kind of shit they give me back at dispatch. This was worth it!"
"You too kind, suh," she said again, glowing from his praise.
"Go ahead and get dressed," he told her. "Shit! I don't even know your name! My name is Greg."
"I's Shanika," she said, standing. "I's pleased to meet you, suh."
"Shanika," he repeated. "That's a pretty name. And you are one hot lady."
"I's jus' a nigga, suh," she said, eyes downcast again. "I's glad to please you."
"Damn," sighed Greg. "I'm getting hard again!" He laughed. "I'd love to see you again. Can I have your phone number? I'd love to get together in more comfortable surroundings."
"Of course, suh," she said and told him her number as she finished dressing.
The white man reached over and opened the door for her and Shanika stepped out onto the street with him right behind her.
"I'll definitely call you, girl," he said, closing the door. "Or I'll see you around here. This is my last stop pretty much every day. See ya."
"Good bye, suh," she said as he climbed behind the wheel and started the motor.
Shanika stood and watched as he waved to her and pulled the truck out onto the street. She could feel his semen running down the inside of her legs. Only then did she start to become aware of her surroundings. She looked around and wondered if anyone had heard them over the traffic noises.
She walked to the bus stop and waited in the twilight. She climbed on the bus and took a seat near the back. She looked out the window and looked forward to returning here tomorrow. At last she felt satisfied that she was fulfilling her purpose.
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