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Invasion of the Ghetto Sluts

By: TheTalkMan



 (This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. Thanks to my biggest fan for the idea for this story. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.) 

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(Sean)

It was the hottest summer on record. That's why I felt bad for the moving guys next door. It was unusual to have people move into the neighborhood, since it was nicer than most, and once people got here they tended to stay. That's why I was so shocked when our old neighbors moved out and went down south. It was very sudden, one day, things were great, the next, they appeared visibly shaken as they started loading the moving trucks, and they seemed eager to leave and move back home to Mississippi. But I didn't linger too much on my old neighbors. We were never particularly close, so I wasn't heartbroken to see them go. I was kinda excited. It was gonna be nice having new blood in the neighborhood.

My name is Sean Naples. I am 28, and happily married to my lovely wife, Emma, who is the same age as me. People look at us and see us as the stereotypical rich, white, all-American marriage. People look at our way of life and they assume we came from money. That could not be further from the truth.

Both of us had come from middle-income families. We both had to put ourselves through school, which is where we met. And once we graduated we still struggled to get by. But then, things started to turn around. I was part of a small team at an engineering firm, a team that was developing new products. Not to toot my own horn, but I had come with a mechanical part that created a more efficient system in jet engines. I drove cross-country, selling my part to various aerospace companies. Luckily, I had a pretty good handle on business matters, and plus, I had a good sales pitch. And thankfully, they loved it. My part caught on with all the major companies in the aeronautical industry. Luckily, I owned the patent on this part, and since this part had taken off, suddenly, I was making money hand over fist. I got my name on a few more patents, and made even more money. Luckily for me, Emma was an investment banker, and it was natural to have her handle not only my account, but the account of my engineering firm, which had now grown like crazy. Emma had used the knowledge she had gained professionally, plus the success with me my company's accounts, to quickly rise among her colleagues and make some serious money. We had gone from struggling, to getting by, then to having more money than we could deal with. 

Our living situation quickly improved. We went from living on the bad side of town to living in the nicest neighborhood in the city, a gated community. We went from sharing a car every morning to having two nice, practical, cars. And every morning, when I woke up and saw all these blessings I had, I was happy, because we had earned them.

I loved my wife with all my heart. She was cute and petite with bright blonde hair. I loved her independence and her professionalism. When you looked at her you could see that quality in her. She was a classy broad, as she usually joked. She was a cute, tight package. A nice petite butt. Adorable small, perky, breasts, enough to just fit my hands. Her skin was pale white, like snow or porcelain. It was a good pale though. Silky, creamy pale skin, skin that was stunning, making her quite pleasing to the eye. But, her intelligence showed through at all times as she was practical and clear thinking always. She never let down her professional veneer, except for me. I got to see the true her and I loved it.

So, anyway, like I said, it was broiling hot outside, which kept us indoors. But we were insanely curious about the identity of our new neighbors, so we kept watching, keeping an eye out for them. But after the first day, all we saw were the movers. No sign of the occupants. As we left for work the next day the movers were showing up, getting an early start. And when we got home later that day the movers were pulling away, finished for the day. I wiped my brow, the heat still overwhelming, as my wife pulled into the driveway.

"Hey." I said, giving my wife a peck on the lips as she stepped out of her car.

"Damn, this heat is killing me." she said.

"Tell me about it." I said.

"Any sign of the neighbors?" she asked.

"Not from what I've seen." I replied, wiping my brow again. As if on cue, the roar of engines could be heard from down the road. I turned to look, and saw two flashy sports cars heading this way, the same model, one red and one yellow. The blare of loud rap music nearly drowned out the loud engines as the cars approached, and I could feel the heavy pound of the bass in my chest, keeping rhythm with my heartbeat. This was an unusual occurrence in this neighborhood. Part of me was dreading the truth about the owners of these cars, but deep down I already knew. I knew these were going to be our new neighbors and it was with little surprise that I watched these two flashy, expensive looking cars back into the driveway next to ours. Me and my wife watched as the doors opened and we got our first glimpse of our new neighbors.

The first thing I saw was a leg. A long, bare leg, clad in a stiletto heel. A long, bare black leg. I watched as the leg flexed, and I watched a tall, black woman emerge. Her legs were long and smooth and bare and my eyes traveled up them. She was wearing a tight pair of denim booty shorts, which barely went lower than her crotch and molded to the dynamic curve of her body. My eyes moved upward. Her bare midriff was left exposed by her purple tank top, which was clung tightly to her, a size too small. And then I noticed... them. 

I am typically not the type of guy whose attention is drawn to these kind of things, but it would be too hard not to. This woman had giant breasts. Just huge. And she was clearly wasn't wearing a bra since I noticed how they jiggled as she got to her feet, plus the way her nipples poked through her top. Luckily for her, though, they were firm enough to stand proudly even without a bra. Her boobs were pressed tightly together by the too-small, low-cut shirt, forming a perfect line of dark, enticing, cleavage. They were just an impressive set of hooters. 

I tore myself away from musing on her distracting breasts up to her face. She was pretty... gorgeous even. She had pouty, full lips, and penetrating eyes. She was very made-up, as if she spent an hour in front of the mirror before going outside. Her eyebrows were trimmed into thin lines, giving her a very severe, but still attractive appearance. Her black hair looked perfectly styled, pouring in waves from her head. She looked like she probably spent hours in the salon getting her hair to look that way. Her hair had a bit of a natural curl, settling around her shoulders. Her full lips were turned up in a haughty sneer; she looked like the type of woman who would not take any shit. 

I looked her entire frame over. She was an imposing woman, not that I'm saying she was over-weight or fat or anything like that. She was just like... an Amazon. She was just as tall as me, and I'm not short. And she just looked intimidating. Despite the fact that she was, she appeared to be very fit. She appeared to have strong, firm arms, and impressive, muscular legs. Her top clung to her fit belly, and the bit of midriff she left exposed showcased her impressive fitness. And even though she was fit, she was still a curvy, voluptuous black woman. And like all voluptuous black women, she had a large, round, jutting ass. She had turned around to grab her bag, and in doing so showed off her perfect, muscular, imposing black ass encased in her tight shorts. The shorts were so short they nearly exposed her round, perfectly ripe ass-cheeks. I pulled away before I could be caught staring.

I looked towards the other car, expecting to see her husband or boyfriend. But I was surprised when I saw the driver of the other car was another woman. Another black woman.

While the first woman was more Amazonian, this woman was a bit more petite. She was shorter than her friend. And while her friend was a deep, dark black, this woman's skin was more caramel colored. But she definitely shared some similarities with her friend. Like her friend, she looked like she would not take any shit from anyone. But, she did seem a bit more severe. She came across a bit cold, at first glimpse, a bit harsh. It was just the expression on her face. She came across a bit disinterested. A bit arrogant. But despite that, she was the cuter of the two, with an almost model like face. She was honestly that gorgeous. Her hair was straight, dark black in color and pouring down to her mid-back. Slim, full lips, strong cheek-bones, and smooth coloring. Her eyes glimmered with intelligence, but her body made you think otherwise. 

Even though she shorter and more petite than her friend, somehow, someway, her boobs were even bigger than her friend's. They were just huge. Massive, succulent breasts, nearly obscene, but they appeared to be all-natural like her friend's. They rode proudly on her chest, with her stretchy pink tank top molded around them, overflowing with creamy brown flesh creeping over the edges, making it clear she was not wearing a bra and also making it clear her nipples were hard. While her friend was curvier, she was a bit more slim. She was very fit, with a flat, toned belly left exposed by her top, but she was not as imposing as her friend physically, but her attitude made it clear she was not to be messed with.

She was wearing slim, tight, denim booty shorts. And as she turned near her friend, I realized that, despite her slim frame, her ass was round, firm, heart-shaped and proud. Her legs were slim and firm, and she was wearing stilettos, like her friend.

There was definitely a contrast with her. She appeared to be very severe, almost angry, but her body was so lush, voluptuous, and welcoming, desperate to be touched, begging to be touched by whatever lucky man she allowed to touch her.

And, oh by the way, I forgot to mention both of these girls were wearing thongs that matched their tops. How did I know this? Both girls were rocking some serious whale-tails. Their thongs were pulled up so high that I thought it must be uncomfortable. The shorter girl's stretchy, hot-pink thong-straps nearly met her top, and the taller woman's thong was simply made of string and fancier than her friend's, the triangle part in the back made of separate strings.

Both me and my wife were awe-struck by these impressive, gorgeous black women. They both started to walk into their garage, and as they did, they glanced over at us. They didn't come over and greet us. They looked over towards us, but weirdly, it felt like they were only looking at me. The taller one gave us a small nod. But the shorter one, she looked straight at me, capturing my eyes with hers, looking at the eyes that were already looking at her, and winked. Just a simple gesture, but it felt so strange, intimidating, almost predatory. They continued walking, and finally, once they left our view, we were both shaken from our revere.

I looked at Emma, and she looked like me.

"Well, this will be interesting." Emma said. I wrapped my arm around her as we headed inside. Our new neighbors were very beautiful. I guess it was a good thing I wasn't in to black women.

**********

I looked at Emma and she smiled smugly, thinking she had me figured out. I would show her she didn't know as much about me as she thought. I squinted at her and moved my knight.

"Ooh, good one." she mocked.

"You talk big, but you know I have you beat." I said with a laugh.

Both me and Emma were analytical thinkers. Problem solvers. We were both fairly bright, so we challenged each other intellectually. That was what made our relationship fun. We loved to try and stump each other. We loved coming to each other when we heard of some incredible invention or innovation in the news. We loved to expand our minds with knowledge. I know it sounds corny but it's the truth. We loved to learn.

We loved puzzles. We loved riddles. We loved playing games. Anything that could let us compete and challenge each other intellectually. It sounds nerdy, but that is how we would wind down.

We loved to play chess. We had splurged a little to buy a really nice chess set, with hand carved pieces and a handmade marble board. It was really nice. Neither of us were great at chess when we first met, but battling each other over the years has improved our skills greatly. We probably wouldn't take out any grandmasters, but we could make it interesting.

We knew how to play each other well. Our best matches were always against each other. We knew each other's tendencies and tricks, so it was truly a battle of the minds between us. We were reading each other's expressions as much as we were reading the board. 

"So what do you think about the new neighbors?" Emma asked, moving her pawn. 

"I know as much about them as you do." I said. It was my turn and I was stumped. I smiled as I moved my bishop.

"Maybe they're rappers?" I pondered, deliberately stereotyping.

"Yeah, not all black people are rappers." she replied in a faux mocking tone, moving her bishop.

"They got tired of all the rigors of touring and decided to settle down here." I speculated.

"They made all their money from their hit song, 'Fast Cars and Slutty Clothes', from their debut album, 'Uncomfortably High-Heeled Shoes.'" Emma said, making me laugh. I moved a pawn.

"Their follow up album, 'Matching Red and Yellow Cars', was good but not quite as successful." I replied, playing along. She moved her bishop again.

"Although, it did feature their hit single, 'Over-Inflated Boobs.'" Emma said. I moved my queen.

"You have to admit that was a good song." I said.

"Yeah, it was alright, but kind of plastic. Kind of fake. Too much time in the studio." Emma replied. I laughed.

"I don't know. It all seemed like natural work to me." I replied as she moved her rook.

"You clearly don't understand anything about music." Emma said.

"That song was as natural as their follow up single, 'Big Black Booty's'." I replied, eyeing the board.

"Now that was all them. The other one, not so much." Emma said. I looked my wife in the eye, matching the humor. In a second, she saw the look in my eye. She knew me too well. She quickly glanced at the board, scanning it.

"Shit!" she said. I moved my rook into place.

"Check-mate." I said smugly.

"Asshole." Emma said. I smiled in pride. Just to rub it in her face, I picked up one of my pieces and acted out the final blow.

"The black queen, thanks to her loyal assistant, the black rook, conquers the white king."

**********

The movers came back the next day to, I assume, arrange things exactly how the neighbors wanted. Emma and I were hanging outside when we saw the movers drive away and we noticed the neighbors were outside too. I figured this would be a good opportunity to introduce ourselves.

Hand in hand, we walked over to their driveway until they caught sight of us.

"Hello." Emma said happily.

The two women both looked up as we approached. Both were wearing big, gaudy sunglasses, shielding their eyes from the bright sun.

"What up? You the neighbors?" the taller one said.

"Uh, yeah, we live right next door." I replied. "I'm Sean, and this is Emma" I added, as we held out our hands.

"Monique." the taller woman said as I shook her hand. I turned to face the other woman, and she had lifted her sunglasses on top of her head. As I stood in front of her, her eyes looked into mine, practically staring into my soul.

"Sydni." the shorter woman said. I felt a strange jolt as I took her hand in mine and I pulled away quickly.

"It's nice to get some new blood in the neighborhood." Emma said.

"Are we so different from the types of people that live here?" Sydni challenged Emma, raising one perfectly plucked eyebrow as she cast a critical eye on my wife.

"Well, yeah, it's just, uh, it's nice to have, uh... a bit of color in the neighborhood." Emma said, trying to elegantly say that it was nice to have some black people as neighbors.

"Not a lot of black bitches in this neighborhood, that what you sayin'?" Monique spat tersely. Emma was taken aback by this aggressive attitude.

"Uh, yeah, I don't mean anything bad about it. I'm just saying." Emma stammered, nervously engaging with these intimidating black women. Both of the neighbors looked a little mad at this line of questioning.

"She didn't mean anything by it. Let's just move on." I said, attempting to smooth things over. Both of them still looked angry, so I tried to change subjects.

"So, what prompted you guys moving out here? New job or something?" I asked. This caused them both to laugh.

"Shit, believe me, you will never catch either of us doing any bullshit work again." Monique said. They noticed the confusion on our faces.

"Don't you guys watch the news? Shit, I'd expect some middle class white-folk like you guys to know our whole story." Monique said. Sydni pulled out her phone and began to fuss with it. After a few seconds, she handed it over to me. I grabbed it, held it so Emma could see it as well, and looked at the screen. It was a news article and the headline leapt out at me.

'PAIR OF STRIPPERS WIN $221 MILLION JACKPOT!' 

Below the headline was a picture of the two of them, wearing skimpy but presentable outfits, no doubt in a strip club, being handed a check. I looked at what Monique was currently wearing, an airy, silky bright blue-dress, a bit see-through slim enough to mold to her impressive body, her fit belly and her large, imposing breasts. The dress barely, and I mean barely, went below her hips, exposing her long, firm legs and her high-heel clad feet. She was wearing bracelets on her wrists that clicked and clacked as she moved her hands, her face was heavily made up, with lots of eye shadow. She also had on these big, noticeable hoop earrings. I mention this because the outfit she was wearing now was nearly identical to the one she wore proudly in the strip club photo. I quickly realized she probably wore a lot of outfits very suitable for a strip club in her daily life.

While in the photo, Sydni's clothing was very skimpy, a tiny skirt, stockings and a tube top, her outfit now was a bit less skimpy. A tight t-shirt, molding to her impressive breasts, tight shorts, tight but not indecent. Flip flops as opposed to those uncomfortable looking high heels Monique as wearing. Sydni still looked very attractive, but she wasn't being as blatant as her friend.

"You guys won $221 million?!" Emma asked in shock.

"You guys are strippers?" I asked.

"Damn straight! Bitches got PAID!" Monique replied proudly, answering both questions.

"We WERE strippers, past tense, thank you." Sydni corrected her friend, glaring at her out of the corner of her eye, "Monique and I buy a ticket every week. We wanted to get ourselves out of that fucking club. And with the jackpot being so substantial, we figured we should buy more than one. We got lucky."

"Are you getting incremental payments or one lump sum?" Emma asked.

"One lump sum," Sydni replied plainly, " We plan to have some fun with it right away."

"You should invest it. I'm an investment banker, I could help you out." Emma offered.

"I can handle it." Sydni said firmly.

"You sure?" Emma said, not believing these woman knew their way around money.


Invasion of the Ghetto Sluts



"What, you don't think us dumb black girls can handle their money?" Sydni said.

"No, it's just that people who get large sums of money sometimes have trouble handling it." Emma said amicably.

"We'll be fine." Sydni said sternly, holding Emma's gaze with serious eyes. Emma knew to drop it.

"So, you guys are gonna bask in the winnings for awhile?" I asked.

"Of course. No work, just fun. Wouldn't you do the same?" Sydni said.

"Well, I don't know." I said. Emma was not the type to spend wildly. She was actually pretty thrifty, to be honest. Not like these girls.

"You guys live in this nice neighborhood. You probably have to have some serious paper. You should live it up...do it big, playah!" Monique said.

"That's not really our style." I said. This caused both girls to giggle.

"We don't really like to flaunt our wealth around." Emma added.

"Well, I'm sorry you think we are showing off too much," Sydni said coldly, "I suppose we look like we're just two more ignorant black bitches to you."

"Oh, I meant no disrespect by it." Emma stammered, taken aback by this confrontational attitude again.

"Listen." I said, trying to smooth things over once more, "I think we might be getting off on the wrong foot. We're just trying to get to know you guys a bit."

"It's all good, Money," Monique said, "Once we get all set up, we're gonna have a get-together. A housewarming party. It'll be hot! We're gonna go all out, set this motherfucker on fire, know what I'm sayin'. You guys should come. You'll figure out what we're all about there."

"That sounds great." I said.

"Monique, let's go." Sydni said. Monique complied with her petite friend, turning to leave.

We said our goodbyes and as we walked back to our house, I grabbed Emma's shoulder.

"They don't seem like the friendliest bunch." I said.

"Yeah, I know! It was like they were jumping down my throat after whatever I said." Emma said.

"It's probably just the way they are. Once they get to know you, I'm sure they'll love you. Like I do." I said, kissing her forehead. She smiled warmly.

"I'll tell you one thing." she started, "Those girls are gonna blow away all that money in two months."

**********

The deep bass boomed from the throbbing rap music as we explored our new neighbor's home. It was the night of their house-warming party, and they made sure to let us know. We hadn't really interacted much since our initial meeting, so I was eager to see what made these girls tick.

I am by no means a racist, and neither is Emma, but I had to admit I was a little uncomfortable at this party, since probably 95% of the people there were black. So, we just hung around each other, exploring the house. Both the girls were tied up with their guests, so we didn't get to really talk to them. 

I didn't have many black friends. Not that I was opposed to it, I just didn't. I remember in my younger days, my parents had told me to avoid a certain group of other kids, a group who happened to be mainly black. I don't think it was because it was black, it was just that they were the 'bad kids'. Most of the people I went to school with were white, same with where I worked, so it was understandable that I didn't have many black friends. And I had very little experience with black girls. I never dated any black girls, or was even particularly close to any of them. I hoped that I could change that and be friends with our new neighbors, Sydni and Monique.

The décor of the house really displayed their taste, which was gaudy, loud, and abrasive. It was full of things that people think rich people have, but really don't. Big TV, booming sound system, hideous art-deco paintings and antique knick-knacks, even a crystal chandelier! I hated to sound elitist, but it was very 'new-rich.'

Since we didn't really know anybody here, we hung close to each other. We were both itching to leave, but we figured we need to make some face time and make sure the girls saw us. We were sipping our Cristal, something that we always heard rappers did. I thought it was kinda overrated, but who was I to judge?

"I need to go to the bathroom." Emma said as we neared the bathroom and saw it open. "Can you stand outside?" 

I nodded and she entered the restroom. I stood outside and noticed a hulking black guy leaning against the wall near me. I looked at him and nodded, and he did the same in return. I leaned on the wall next to him.

"How do you know the girls?" I asked him.

"Uh, I know them from the old days, before they were all rich." the guy said.

"Any dark secrets I should know about?" I asked with a smile, half joking and half serious. He looked into the next room, where Sydni and Monique were, surrounded by a group of their girl friends.

"You have no idea." he said with a laugh. I laughed and sipped the wine.

"I'm Sean." I said, holding out my hand in a gesture of friendship.

"T. J." he replied. "How do you know them?"

"Next-door neighbors." I said.

"You never had anything like these girls, believe me." he remarked. There seemed to be an ominous overture to how he phrased it; my curiosity was piqued.

"So, seriously, what's their deal?" I asked. He looked to the next room to make sure the girls were still there, before turning back toward me. His mood had changed. He was serious now...and even seemed to be a little scared. But that was impossible, right? T.J. was a big guy, just a little taller than me, and well muscled...I'd even go as far to say he was imposing. What could he possibly have to be afraid of?

"You want the truth?" he said. I nodded. "My advice is to not get involved with them. Just stay out of their way."

"Why?" I asked, now worried and confused at why this big guy seemed so afraid of my neighbors.

"I know it's tempting, man. Just look at them. They are smoking! And imagining them together is enough to drive anyone nuts. I've seen it. I've experienced them. And as hot as it was at first, it wasn't worth it. The things they did, the things they are capable of, it's crazy. You know, I'm usually the man with the girls I'm with, you know, but something about those girls, you just can't say 'no' to them. Those girls are nuts."

"Why are you even here?" I asked. He laughed in disappointment.

"Because they asked me to." he said, shaking his head. "Like I said, you can't tell them 'no'. Look, I bet half the guys that are here are guys they've been with. And I guarantee that none of them want to be here. They are here because those girls asked them...DEMANDED them...to be here."

"Why are you telling me any of this? I'm married." I asked. He laughed.

"It doesn't matter to them." T.J. warned. "You never see those girls apart. They are best friends. They are a team. A good team. I'm telling you all of this because I heard a rumor that they have a thang for white guys. I would bet you that..." he started.

"Hey."

As if out of nowhere, Sydni appeared in front of us, in front of T.J. He stiffened up, as if he was a student caught by a teacher doing something bad.

"Hey, what's up, Syd?" T.J. said, downplaying our conversation. I played along, not wanting to get T.J. in any sort of trouble.

"You're not spreading any nasty rumors, are you?" Sydni asked, with a sweet smile. It was baffling to see this huge black guy so intimidated by this girl who was a foot and a half shorter than him.

"Of course not, baby," T.J. asked, trying to maintain his cool demeanor. I could see a tiny bead of sweat slowly roll down his brow, "You know I only got good things to say about you."

"Good, I wouldn't want to have my neighbor think any less of me." she said. She turned and looked me in the eyes, staring me down. "C'mon, I want you to meet my girls." she said, grabbing my hand.

"But I... my wife." I started, looking back at the bathroom door.

"It will only be a minute." she said from over her shoulder with a devious smile. I looked back at T.J, and he shrugged. As she led me into the next room, I couldn't help but glance at her bouncing ass. She was wearing tight denim shorts, which molded around her jutting ass, showcasing it. And as usual, it seemed she was rocking another whale-tail. This one was white, which contrasted with her brown skin well. Her ass swayed and rolled as she walked, and I had to force myself to look away from the hypnotizing rhythm of her confident stride.

She led me into the next room and I found myself surrounded by a gaggle of ghetto girls. Not all of them were black, though. Some were white girls who had adopted the look of black girls, and they sort of, for lack of a better term, acted black. I was surrounded by about six or seven girls, including Sydni and Monique. Five were black. Two were white.

"Girls, this is my new neighbor, Sean." Sydni called out. Their eyes roved across me. They looked at me appraisingly, and it seemed liked they liked what they saw. Each of the girls smiled at me hungrily.

"You are damn lucky!" one of the other black girls said.

"Mmm-hmm." one of the white girls said.

"Your married neighbor." I corrected Sydni, holding up my hand, displaying my wedding ring. I expected some disappointed groans, but nothing. It didn't stop their leering. Sure, I was a decent looking guy. I kept myself in good shape, but I had never been treated like a piece of meat like these girls were at this second.

"Sean, these are the girls who we worked at the club with. Danni, Tawny, Cammy, Kelly, and Kayla." Sydni said. I suddenly realized I was surrounded by a group of strippers. Sure, not all of them were as voluptuous as Sydni and Monique. Some were trim and petite. Some were curvy. But one thing they all had in common: They were all sexy. 

"Hey, we were thinking..." Sydni started.

"Sean!" Emma called out. I glanced over at her, acknowledging her presence. "Sydni, Monique, you throw a great party, but we have to be going."

"Ah, don't go, baby. You guys have barely been here." Monique pouted. 

"Sorry, we gotta work in the morning." I replied. I broke free from this group and made my way to my wife. The group of girls all watched me go, eyeing me up. I grabbed my wife's hand and we quickly left the house.

Emma rubbed her ears as we escaped the loud music.

"My ears are going to be ringing for weeks." she said.

**********

I got a weird vibe from Sydni and Monique after the party, and after my talk with T.J. I thought it was best to just stay out of their way. Something about them seemed off. But they had a way of keeping themselves at the forefront of your mind.

They blared their loud, abrasive, rap music all day long. The engines on their cars were enough to wake up the entire neighborhood whenever they drove home in the middle of the night. And seeing the fear in T.J.'s eyes when he spoke about these two told me that they were trouble. Plus, a lot of shady looking people went in and out of their house, the type of people I didn't want in our neighborhood. I hated to say it, but part of me feared for our safety.

Beyond all that, the way Sydni, Monique and those girls looked at me made me more uncomfortable than I had ever been. So, I took all opportunities to avoid them. When they were outside, I made sure not to be. And when I went outside, I made sure to do it quickly. I had a good system going. Emma was even more uncomfortable with the neighbors than I was, so she went in and out even quicker than I did. They had been so confrontational with her that I couldn't blame her. But like I said, they had a way staying in the forefront of your head. 

Emma had some work function, so when I got home from work, I was alone for a few hours. But it was mere minutes after I got home that there was a knock on the door. I went to it quickly and opened it, and sure enough...

"Hey Sean." Sydni said. She and Monique were standing at my door.

"Uh, hi." I stammered, caught off guard by seeing the people I had been avoiding at my door.

"Haven't seen your sexy ass in awhile, baby. Hope you haven't been avoiding us." Monique pouted.

"No, of course not. We've been, uh, real busy." I said. "What's up?"

"Can we come in?" Sydni said, taking a tentative, commanding, step towards me. 

"Uh, yeah, sure, of course." I said, stepping back, letting these two women into my house, trying to not give them the signal I was worried about them. I watched as they appraised my house, and as they did, I could not help but check out their outfits. Sydni was wearing some black, stretchy booty shorts, which contained her prodigious round rump, barely. Her black thong was peeking out from under it. She was wearing a white tank top, and I hate to say it, but the way her huge boobs moved from under it, plus the slight hint of nipple I could see through the material made me realize real fast that she wasn't wearing a bra.

Monique was wearing tight, stylish jeans, and a light blue top, low cut enough to show off her expansive cleavage. Her light blue thong matched her top, naturally. 

"Real nice place you got here." Monique said. "Your wife here?"

"No, she had a work thing tonight." I replied.

"Good." Sydni muttered. I watched them look around, checking out my home. Emma had an eye for this kind of thing, so I let her handle the decorating. The decorations weren't too flashy, but they were stylish. Light colors, nothing that jumped out, but enough to avoid looking plain. It was strange to see these two flashy black girls walking around my house. Appraising it. Judging it. 

"This place is...nice." Sydni said, expressionless. I was not sure if she was telling the truth or lying through her teeth. If she was lying, she was a good liar. 

"Give us the grand tour, sugar," Monique demanded, "Let's get a better look at this bitch."

"Uh, sure." I said, thinking it would be rude to say 'no'.

I led them through the house, giving them mine and Emma's story, what we did and how we got to this point in our lives. I showed them through our basement, our kitchen, and our upstairs. I showed them our bedroom, but didn't let them in it of course. I then led them to our fun room. Where we kept our movies, our fun stuff. And it gave our neighbors a glimpse into my hobbies for the first time. 

I had two passions: Music and Cars. The car thing was kind of in line with why I was an engineer. I was always fascinated by cars, and how they worked and the evolution of the technology and the elegance of design. The girls saw this and couldn't help but say something.

"You a car guy, Money?" Monique asked.

"Uh, yeah, kinda." I said sheepishly.

"Then why don't you drive a nicer car?" Sydni asked plainly.

Now that I had gotten some money, part of me expected to buy a nice car, a car I always wanted. But Emma talked me down from it. She pointed out that it was bad news to start flaunting our wealth and we should be more economical, more practical. I could see her point. And that was why our cars were more practical than you would expect for a person with the wealth we had. But, part of me could still dream. I had car parts all over the room, my contribution to the decoration. Parts that I thought were cool, or retro, or were just nifty looking. My ultimate dream was to restore a classic car. Rebuild it, update the outdated parts while making it look better than ever. That was one of my dreams. But Emma would never go for it. She said it was a lot of money to drop on a hobby. But hey, I could still dream.

"Maybe at some point, but not now." I replied. I watched Monique walk over and fuss with my guitar a bit.

I was fascinated by electric guitars. I can't explain why, I just was. I knew how to play guitar, and I was fascinated by how each one was different and how they sounded different. I always envied those guys who had expansive guitar collections, and wished I could do that. But once again, Emma talked me out of it, saying what was the point of having all these guitars just sitting around. It was a fair point. No big deal.

I might make it sound like Emma is a tightwad. She really isn't. I think she is still in the mindset of the person who didn't have a lot of money, so she still kinda acted like we didn't have the money we had. Plus, with the line of work she was in, she knows that money can be fleeting, so she didn't want to go spending everywhere and then lose all that money we earned.

"You know how to play?" I asked Monique, a little annoyed at how her long nails teased the paint, afraid she'd scratch it up.

"HELL no, player! Guitars ain't my thing." Monique said, laughing loudly, before dropping the guitar back in its stand. I flinched reflexively, restraining my urge to rush over and examine it for damage, when I noticed Sydni standing before the shelf that held Emma's antiques. Something seemed to have caught her eye on a shelf. 

"What is this? It's beautiful." Sydni said admiringly. I followed her eyes to the case on the shelf. 

"Ah...that is a ring that has been in my wife's family since the civil war days." I said. Sydni was staring at a ring in a locked glass case. It was probably the most expensive thing in the house. My wife had inherited it from her grandmother when she passed a few years ago. No one knew she had this ring, so it was a shock when she gave it to Emma. We had had it appraised, and it was there that we found out its history. It was made in France, and it came to America at some point in the early 1800's. It somehow ended up in my wife's family, where it is till this day. Apparently, Emma's ancestors were pretty rich. No one knew for sure how expansive their wealth was, but part of me suspected, from the region they lived in, and the time in history they were in, that they were wealthy land-owners. And they probably were slave owners. Nothing is concrete about this assumption. It was just a suspicion I had. So this ring is kinda a relic of that time in history and I was struck by the irony of seeing it be admired by this black woman. 

"Civil War days, huh?" Monique said, joining her friend in admiring the ring, "Ain't that, like, slave times or some shit?"

"Yeah, I don't know the details of how we got it in the family, but yeah." I said nervously, hoping they didn't share my suspicions.

"That is a big rock." Sydni said, admiring the huge diamond. We had found out the value of this ring, and suffice it to say, it was worth a lot of money. A lot of money, a value we couldn't believe. A value so high that if we had still been struggling for money, we would have contemplated selling it to make ends meet. But thanks to our hard work, we were able to hold onto it.

"Yeah, it's a nice ring." I said trying not to give away it's true worth. I could see the hunger in both these girls' eyes as they admired the ring, but it passed quickly.

"So that's the end of the tour, I guess. Did you just come over to see the house or something else?" I asked. A dark smile spread to both girls' faces, but it disappeared quickly. 

"Yeah, you seem like a hands-on guy. We were hoping you could help us with a little project at our place?" Sydni asked, staring me down with those serious, intelligent, eyes.

"Uh, yeah, sure." I answered quickly, knowing she expected me to not say no. "What kind of project?" I asked.

"Bring some tools." was all Sydni said.

I followed these two black girls over to their place. Even though we were only outside for a few seconds, but due to the oppressive heat, sweat beaded up on all three of us. My eyes were drawn to the sweat dripping down Sydni's long legs all the way to her stiletto heels. They led me inside, into the blessed air conditioning. I hadn't noticed during the party, but they had a very strong smelling house. Not bad, it just smelled very perfumey. 

They led me upstairs, and down the hall. Without hesitation, they led me to a bedroom. I reluctantly followed. As I walked in, they were standing there, waiting for me. I looked around, and I saw a long, shiny pole leaning against the wall. Immediately, I realized what it was and I laughed.




Invasion of the Ghetto Sluts



"Seriously?" I asked, "A stripper pole? I thought you gave that stuff up." 

"We ain't working in that club anymore. But that doesn't mean we ain't stripping anymore. We need to practice. Keep up our skills." Monique said with a laugh, her flashy jewelry and long nails clicking as she moved her arms around. 

"I can't tell you how many problems we have got out of by being able to work the pole." Sydni said.

"So, you want me to set this pole up here?" I asked.

"Yeah, what place would be better?" Monique said. "Besides, our room needs a pole in it. It'll really set the room off. Make it hot."

"Our room?" I asked, raising a questioning eyebrow.

"Yeah, me and her share this room. This bed. Is that a problem?" Sydni asked, gauging my reaction with her penetrating, humorless, eyes.

"No, just wondering." I said uncomfortably...was I wrong about them? Could they be lesbians or something?

"Besides, it leaves our other rooms open. For our clothes and our other shit." Monique said. I examined the long metal pole, trying to figure out how it was supposed to be set up.

"You think you can get it?" Sydni asked.

"Yeah, I think so." I replied confidently.

It took a couple hours, but I finally was able to get the pole set up stable enough to hold someone up. 

"I think I got it." I said, wiping the sweat from my brow. Sydni and Monique had been in an out of the room as I worked. I couldn't figure out how I ended up going from avoiding these girls to setting up a stripper pole in their bedroom. Something about them threw me off my game...I didn't want to offend them, or have them think less of me. I was overly sensitive to how they viewed me and wanted to make a good impression, I suppose. I didn't want them to think I was avoiding them because of their race, I guess.

"Well, let me try it out." Sydni said. With a liquid grace, she ran to the pole and jumped onto it. Like an experienced pole dancer, she glided down it, here heels still on, her boobs jiggling under her top, threatening to spill out. She spun around and around, and as she reached the floor, she was hanging upside down, her boobs threatening to spill from her top. As the top of her head touched the floor, she spoke.

"Feels peeerfect." she purred. Elegantly, she removed herself from the pole and returned to her feet. Monique was right behind her, and she took a spin around the pole herself.

"Fucking perfect." she agreed.

"That all you need? I asked, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Well," Sydni started, "I think we both feel that you deserve a reward. How about you sit down there on the bed and we show you all our moves." she said, spinning around the pole lazily. Monique started to push me towards the bed.

"Uh, no, that won't be necessary." I said, escaping Monique's grasp, her long nails scraping my chest as I pulled away.

"C'mon, babe. Emma ain't here. There's no harm in getting a free show." Monique teased.

"I need to get going." I said, moving towards the door.

"You, sure, baby? We all know you deserve to see this." Sydni said, her fingers raising the hem of her shirt, exposing her flat belly. I didn't stick around to see anymore. I turned and headed downstairs, eager to escape the lair of these black strippers. I took one last glance at their bedroom doorway, just in time to see Sydni's top fly through the air, landing in the hall. It seemed like pole practice was happening with or without me.

**********

I didn't know what to make of these girls. T.J. had warned me that they were into white guys. He warned me that they were not to be messed with. He warned me to stay away. I was definitely starting to believe that something was up with them. They were definitely not shy around me. They were willing to give me a strip tease. And maybe more. 

Sure, they were extremely sexy. And if I was single, I would gladly take in a strip show of them. But I wasn't single. I was very happily married. I don't know if that was how they were. Maybe they were naturally flirty. They were strippers so they were not shy about showing off their bodies. They were used to living in a different section of society than I was, so maybe that was the kind of thing they did to get by. All the same, I was leery of them and I vowed to resume my policy of avoidance. 

For some reason though, I was feeling a little frisky that night, more than usual. I told myself it wasn't because I had spent a few hours in the presence of some black strippers who offered a free strip show. They were sexy, sure, but I wasn't into black girls. I just never found them attractive in that way. I could appreciate that they were hot, but they weren't my type. So it wasn't them that got me excited. It wasn't their smooth black skin. It wasn't their sexy black faces. It wasn't their giant black breasts. It wasn't their perfect black booty's. It was just a coincidence.

So as soon as Emma entered the house, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. 

"Mmm, what's got you worked up?" she said between kisses.

"You." I said, pushing her back, still kissing her.

"Hold on, let me set my stuff down." she said. I was not in the mood to slow down. Eventually, she just dropped her stuff onto the floor and jumped into my arms. I put my hands under her ass to hold her up as I carried her to the bedroom as our making out deepened.

We fell to the bed, our noses bumping into each other as we landed. This caused us both to laugh. I pulled away and pulled my shirt over my head. She started to unbutton her blouse, but I interrupted by kissing her neck.

"Mmm, so forceful." Emma complimented. In response, I ripped apart her blouse, sending the buttons flying.

"Hey! Dammit, I liked that blouse." she mumbled, caught between annoyance and arousal as I didn't stop sucking her neck. I kissed my way down her neck to her chest, reaching her bra-clad breasts. It was a plain, white number, so I felt no hesitance to yank it up forcefully, causing a tearing sound of fabric to be heard, exposing her B-cups to my eyes.

"Hey, calm down baby." She muttered as I took her nipple into my mouth. I squeezed her other breast in my hand, its pale flesh fitting snugly in my palm.

I enjoyed her breasts for a few minutes before kissing my way down her pale belly. I had never really minded her paleness, as she was the type who couldn't tan. Her pale, creamy flesh suited her. I reached under the hem of her dress pants and yanked them down, revealing her plain white panties. She kicked her legs out from the pants as I yanked her panties down, revealing her bright blond bush.

As she extricated herself from the rest of her clothes, I unzipped my pants and yanked them and my underwear down, revealing my throbbing dick. I was proud of my sizable dick, a full 10 inches and thick. I had never had a girl disappointed with it. Once I was free from my pants, I fell on top of her, eager to get started. 

"Whoa, slow down mister. Don't forget the condom." Emma reminded, as she always does. I reached to the nightstand, removed a condom, and quickly put it on before slipping into her.

Our lovemaking was usually slow and gentle, but in the mood I was in, I was up for something a little more... fun. I drove into her at a little faster pace than I normally did.

"Take it easy." Emma whispered, but I kept going at the same pace. "Uh, ow, hey, slow down." she whispered again. I was in a zone as I drove into her. 

"Hey!" she yelled out, getting my attention. I stopped and looked at her. "Not so fast! You know you are too big to go that fast."

"Oh, uh, sorry." I said, driving into her more gently than I was.

"I don't know what got into you today." Emma said. She had kinda killed the moment, so it took me awhile to reach my climax going at the pace she wanted. With how I treated her tonight, it was no surprise that she didn't cum. 

We had a nice relaxing dinner afterward, now that we had some stress relief.

"You run into the neighbors at all?" Emma asked.

"Um, no, still trying to stay out of their way." I replied, not wanting to let her think that spending the day with them got me worked up, cause it didn't.

"That's for the best. Just try to ignore them." Emma affirmed.

But I was about to realize they were not the type to be ignored. And I realized if someone didn't let them get their way, they would do what they wanted anyway. They would not be denied. 

**********

(Emma)

Life had been perfect. I was married to the man of my dreams. He was handsome, a good man, and a great lover. We had made a ton of money. It was like a dream. A fairy tale. I was waiting for the bubble to burst and wake up from the dream. Then Monique and Sydni moved in next door.

I tried to get to know those girls. I did. But they were not having it. They seemed to have it in for me since we met. They acted like I was racist.

I wasn't racist at all. One of my heroes was Martin Luther King, for Pete's sake! I was totally open-minded. And I loved most of the black women I knew. They were fun to be around. But they weren't as angry and confrontational as these two were.

I had been avoiding them for weeks now. They intimidated the shit out of me, to be honest. I always looked for the best in people and I tried to be friendly with everyone. But these girls were a challenge. I vowed to win them over. They were much different than girls I typically dealt with. They were loud. They were bitchy. And from how they dressed and acted, they were kinda slutty. I vowed to turn my enemies into friends. I hoped Sean didn't buy into what they said. But I wanted to play it safe. I would show Sean how open-minded I was. 

***********

(Sean)

I was mowing the lawn one day. The heat was sweltering, so I was trying to finish quickly. Coincidently, someone was mowing Sydni and Monique's lawn as well. It wasn't either of the girls, mind you. No, neither of them would be caught dead doing lawn work. They hired a lawn care service, a nice one. So, while I was sweltering in the heat, the girls were no doubt comfortable inside while the older man with the riding mower was taking care of their lawn. I talked to Ted, the landscaper, and he seemed like an alright guy. He was probably in his mid forties, with silver hair. He seemed like he took care of himself and he seemed liked he did his job well. He offered his company's services to me, but I declined. It seemed like a nice little business he had, which he ran with his wife. Emma didn't see the point of hiring a lawn service, as it was all stuff we could handle with a little work. On days like this, I wished she wasn't so stingy.

I started a little before the guy next door did, so I finished with the front lawn before he finished with theirs. I made my way to the back. It was then I realized that the girls were not inside. 

"Hey Sean!" Monique called out drawing my attention. The girls were out back, by their swimming pool. And as I got closer to the low fence that divided our properties, I realized they were in their bikinis. And these weren't beach bikinis. They were porn bikinis. They were tiny and they showed off an indecent amount of skin. I was instantly uncomfortable, but I couldn't just walk away now. They were sipping from wine glasses as they approached the fence.

"What do you think?" Sydni asked, spreading her arms, letting me admire her outfit. She was wearing a light brown bikini with little designs on it, the bikini a little darker than her caramel skin color. Her top could barely contain her giant breasts, both sides of her breasts visible, with the small stretchy patch covering up the middle sections of her breasts. They looked so soft as they pressed together to form a long line of admittedly incredible cleavage. Her skin was shiny with sweat. Her flat, fit belly was exposed to my eyes. Her bikini bottom was tiny, barely covering her nether regions. Her long legs were shiny and firm. Her face looked gorgeous, her hair down and curly, looking like a model. She was wearing large, gaudy sunglasses, making her look like a Hollywood princess.

She spun around and my eyes bugged out. I realized now that she was wearing a thong. A teeny, tiny thong. And just like that, there was Sydni's ass. Just hanging out there. It just stuck out, begging to be appreciated. A heart shaped, round, jutting ass. The cheeks were so firm, and perky, and black. I couldn't find any words.

"Don't forget about me." Monique said. I looked over at her.

Monique's bikini was bright blue, which contrasted nicely with her dark black skin. Her bikini was just as skimpy as Sydni's was. Hers was made with strings with tight stretchy patches. Just like Sydni, heaping amounts of her flesh was exposed. Her breasts were pouring from both sides of her top, and the way they pressed together was stunning, the canyon of dark cleavage seemingly inescapable. 

Monique's body was just as impressive as her friends. Just as impressing, but a bit more imposing. A bit more intimidating. Even though she was taller and curvier than her friend, her curves accentuating her attractiveness. Her belly was smooth and dark but firm and fit. She had wide, prominent hips, providing perfect resting points for her bikini straps. I had no doubt she was wearing a thong like her friend, judging by the thin straps and the small patch of material covering her vagina. And as she spun around, and exposed her bare black flesh, she proved me right. Her dark flesh really set off the bright blue string stretched across her back, holding her top up, and the equally skimpy thong tucked snugly between her ass cheeks. It was a shockingly tiny thong, the tiny string hidden by her impressive ass, only emerging to meet the string running across her hips. Her ass was far larger than her Sydni's, more the typical black girl booty. It was large without being excessive, the perfect size to impress. Her cheeks were large and fleshy, as firm and round as her friend's. 

She was wearing big, gaudy sun glasses, like Sydni's, and as always, she was perfectly made up. I noticed she added a streak of blond to her dark black locks. She spun back around so both girls face me, smiling. It seemed like they were determined to show me their bodies. They didn't succeed with the pole dancing, but they had succeeded now. And I had to admit, their bodies were insanely sexy.

"So?" Monique asked, "What you think, honey? Does this shit rev yo' engine?"

"You guys...uh, you look good." I stammered, gulping.

"Just good?" Sydni asked.

"Well, you guys look spectacular." I said.

"Do you think we look sexy, baby?" Monique asked.

"Yeah, I suppose you do." I replied nervously.

"Say it!" Sydni commanded softly.

"You guys... uh... look sexy." I stammered. This caused them both to smile slightly.

"Does that skinny bitch Emma have bikinis like this?" Monique asked.

"Not quite like that, no." I said, ignoring her slight against my wife, knowing it wasn't worth getting them angry.. Emma tended towards more practical swim wear. One-pieces or bulky two pieces. She would never be caught sporting a thong. It was all full coverage for her.

"You guys better cover up. I think your landscaper will be back here soon." I said. As if on cue, the landscaper emerged into the backyard. Monique and Sydni just locked eyes at me, unashamedly flaunting their wares in front of their older, white landscaper. And he took the opportunity to ogle these black women's voluptuous bodies. This caught me off guard. He was married, but I guess with the way their bodies were exposed, I couldn't blame him.

"I gotta get going." I said.

"You'd better take ya own advice. Cover up a bit. Cause you looking pretty hot, baby!" Monique said, her eyes staring hungrily at me. I had taken off my shirt, so I was only wearing my basketball shorts. I was a pretty fit guy. I didn't have a six pack or anything like that, but my belly and and chest was enough to turn heads.

"Let me feel that bicep, baby. C'mere." Monique ordered. I felt compelled to move closer, even though I felt uncomfortable. Monique looked at me expectantly, till I felt no choice but to curl my arm up and flex my bicep. Monique confidently reached over and palmed my flexing bicep, giving it a firm squeeze, her long nails digging into my skin just a little bit..

"Mmm, mmm baby! Damn that's hot!" Monique said. I smiled nervously as she pulled away. I didn't have enough time to walk away before Sydni took her place, feeling my bicep as well, her fingers and squeezing it firmly and confidently. She pulled her hand back, looked right at me, brought one of fingers that had touched my bicep to her mouth and sucked the sweat off the tip.

"See ya, Sean." Sydni said calmly, smiling a teasing smile and spinning around turning to sit back on her lawn chair, Monique doing the same. I happily escaped from the uncomfortable interaction with my neighbors and tried focus on my lawn. I couldn't help but keep one eye on the action next door. Since most of their backyard was a pool, Ted finished before I did. I watched him approach the girls after he was done. I couldn't hear them, but I figured he was asking for payment. The girls stood, and I watched them lead Ted inside. I was confused as the minutes added up and nobody emerged from next door. How long does it take to pay someone?

I finished up a few minutes later and was packing up my stuff when I heard it. It sounded like a roar. A feminine roar. I stood silent and just listened. I heard it again. A long, grunting roar. And it was coming from next door. I took a few steps towards their house and I looked up. I saw an open window. And hanging from the sill was a brown bikini top. And it was then I realized the source of the noise.

"C'MON, FUCK ME!" I heard Sydni grunt, her throat sounding hoarse. 

"EAT THAT PUSSY! EAT THAT SHIT!" Monique moaned out, so loud the neighborhood could hear. I couldn't believe it. They were fucking him. Monique and Sydni were fucking their landscaper. Their married landscaper.

"UGHHH! KEEP DOING IT! KEEP GIVING ME THAT FAT WHITE COCK! UGHHH FUCK!" Sydni moaned, her moans sounding like she was giving birth. Or being murdered. Well, she was certainly being stabbed with something. I could hear the bed squeaking, the wood groaning from the intense fucking going on. 

"C'MON WHITE BOY! TAKE YOUR PAYMENT. CUM IN ME. DO IT!" Sydni screamed.

"FUUUUUUCCCKKK!" Monique screamed in pleasure.

"UGHHHHHHHH!" A deep guttural male roar emerging from Ted. I couldn't listen anymore. I stepped inside to escape the noise.

I kept an eye on their house, curious to see the guilty parties. But a few hours passed, and no one emerged. It was dusk when I saw the front door open, and Ted emerged.

He looked like he had been through a battle. Earlier, he seemed spry, younger than his years. Now, he was walking like an old man. He walked slowly, as if his hips were broken. He looked shaken, as if he had seen a ghost. I saw him twirl his wedding ring around his finger, no doubt feeling guilt. As he entered his truck, he looked back at the house, almost in fear. He jumped into his truck and zoomed away. I would never see him again.

What the fuck just happened? What did those girls do to him?

**********

I couldn't get what had happened out of my head. Not just what happened with Ted, but the glimpse I got at my black neighbors sexy bodies. Luckily, work got busy, so I was able to push those thoughts away the best I could.

I had never been into black girls. Never. I wasn't opposed to the idea, but I just never really was attracted to any black girls. But those two, Monique and Sydni, were immeasurably sexy. They were gorgeous, and they had those giant breasts, and those perfect booty's. If I had met them in my single days, I wouldn't have hesitated to be with them. But I was married, and I couldn't go down that road. But the strange thing was, those girls seemed to want to show off their bodies to me. Why could that be?




Invasion of the Ghetto Sluts



Work had been getting busy, so I was working extra hours. Things were going well until I received a call.

"Sean, we've been robbed."

I rushed home, hoping to make sure everything was okay. I found police at my door, with Emma.

"Are you okay?" I asked, rushing to my wife.

"I'm fine. I found it this way when I got home." Emma said.

"What got taken?" I asked.

"The ring, Sean. Just the ring." Emma said, emphatically. The Civil War ring. The ring that had been in my wife's family since the Civil War. The ring that was the most valuable possession we had. The ring that I showed Monique and Sydni. I looked over at their house. They were standing at their front door, watching the action over here. I looked right at them.

I didn't want to be that guy. The guy that assumed the guilty parties were the only black people in the neighborhood. But they knew about the ring. No one else around here did.

"What?" Emma asked, noticing my gaze.

"They knew about the ring. They saw the ring. I showed it to them." I said.

"I knew it." Emma said, stomping over across our lawn to theirs. I followed quickly.

"Did you take it? The ring? Did you take it?" Emma yelled out at Sydni and Monique.

"What are you talking about?" Sydni said.

"You know, don't you? The ring. My Grandma's ring!" Emma said, shaking in anger.

"Why the fuck would we want a slave owner's ring, you racist bitch!?!" Sydni said. Emma slapped her. She slapped Sydni across the face. I was frozen in shock. Sydni looked at my wife, with pure anger in her eyes. Quick as a flash, Monique sprinted forward in her friends defense and slapped my wife harder than I thought possible, knocking her down. Monique pounced on Emma, punching, scratching, and hair-pulling while Sydni watched the fight happen, screaming at my wife. I pounced, grabbing Monique by the waist, pulling her away, having to use all my strength to lift her because she was seeing red. A cop ran to us, and separated Sydni from my wife. I tossed Monique aside and ran to my wife. She was bloodied, bruised and scratched. She had bumps and bruises on her head, a swollen eye, and a bloodied lip. I pulled her to her feet, but she was not done.

"This is all your fault!" Emma screamed, angrier than I had ever seen her. "If you guys had never moved here, and brought all your nigg..." 

"OH, DON'T YOU DARE BITCH!" Monique roared, stepping closer, forcing me to jump in the middle.

"Say it, bitch. SAY IT!" Sydni screamed. I wrapped my arm around Emma and dragged her away, towards our house as the cop held back the girls. I pulled her inside.

"What are you doing?" I said loudly.

"They took our ring!" Emma screamed.

"We don't know that for sure." I said.

"You said it yourself. They knew about the ring. Tell me you trust them...go on!"

Emma studied my face with wild, angry eyes. I opened my mouth to say something, but had no argument that would satisfy her, so I close it again, impotently clenching my jaw.

"I didn't think so. Those two have been bitches to me since they moved here. I tried to be nice, but they just come at me. Those girls are evil. I can feel it." Emma spat angrily.

"Maybe so, but screaming racial slurs won't help." I said.

"It just slipped out. You know I'm not racist." Emma said.

"I know." I said comfortingly.

"But, they're just, they're such stereotypes! I'm sorry, it's just that, if they don't want to be viewed as something more than just Ghetto women, they should act like it. They blare loud music. They waste money. They dress cheap. They act 'all street'. They're bitches. " Emma said, airing out her grievances. I let her get it all off her chest.

"It's just... I'm not racist, but I don't like them. It's not that they're black, but those two are evil. And I know they stole my grandma's ring. I know it." Emma said, looking like she was about to cry. I pulled her close and hugged her.

"I love you." I whispered.

"I know." she said.

"We'll get the ring back." I told her. I kissed her on the forehead. There was a knock on the door. I went to it and the cop was standing outside.

"Can we talk?" he said.

Turns out, Sydni, and Monique had alibis for the time of the robbery. They had multiple people vouch for the whereabouts, and they were able to confirm it by a cell-phone video recording. Sydni and Monique were innocent. But the problem was Emma started a fight with them. Even though the girls won the fight, it was on them if they wanted to press charges. Emma was in handcuffs while they tried to figure everything out. The girls were sitting on their front stoop. I figured I should try to talk them down. I walked over to them.

"Can we talk?" I asked. Sydni looked up at me angrily. Both of them looked unharmed by the fight. Angry, but unhurt.

"I knew it. A couple of black girls can't move to the nice neighborhood without being accused of being criminals. I didn't realize how fucking racist you two were." Sydni said.

"We're not racist." I said.

"Uh, hello... you heard the word your skinny white bitch just about had cross her thin, racist, lips!" Monique said, gesturing towards my wife, indicating her actions.

"She's not racist. She was angry." I said.

"It's amazing what you can get away with when you're angry. You could say anything and not mean it." Sydni spat, mocking me. 

"I heard that when people are mad, their true selves come out," Monique jumped in.

"Too true, Monique..." Sydni agreed, "I guess the SLAVE owner doesn't fall far from the tree."

"What can I do so you guys don't press charges?" I asked, holding my hands out submissively. The turn this conversation had taken was making me uncomfortable, as I had no defense prepared for Emma's words, and both Sydni and Monique seemed incapable of forgiving her. If I was going to gain their favor, I'd have to take a different approach. They looked at me, appraising me. Sydni whispered in Monique's ear. Finally, they looked at me.

"I'll make you a deal." Sydni started. "We won't press charges. In exchange, you spend some time with us. Helping us out. If you can convince me that you two are not racist, we won't press charges. If you can put aside your prejudices and help us out with a few things, nothing too bad, nothing bad will happen to your little wifey." 

"What are you saying?" I asked, rubbing my head in frustration.

"Let me put it in terms your racist ass will understand." Sydni started, standing up and stepping close to me. She stopped about a foot in front of me, Monique not far behind. "We won't press charges on little Emma there if you agree to be our slave... to make up for her family's history. A bit of... reparations."

I gulped. That was such a loaded word, a word you don't say in the company of a black person.

"What do you mean, slave?" I asked.

"I mean you do whatever the hell we want you to, and in exchange, wifey stays out of jail." Sydni said.

"What would I have to do?" I asked, wondering what she meant by slave.

Sydni stood and sauntered up to me, wrapping her soft hand around my neck and drawing me down to her height. She placed her full lips next to my ear, and I could feel her hot breath tickling me. I gulped, my throat working heavily. The hairs stood up on my neck from her electric touch. Monique smirked confidently.

"Nothing you don't want to." Sydni whispered.

I looked back at Emma, and she looked at me, pleading with her eyes to get her out of this mess. I looked at Sydni and Monique, at their arrogant, yet gorgeous faces.

"Fine." I said, coming to a tacit agreement to be the 'slave' of these two black women.

************

I presented this arrangement gently to Emma, telling her that they wanted me to help out with a few things. She was not happy, and we had a few fights about it, but I reminded her this was her fault.

There were no leads on the ring but the investigation was ongoing. The ring was an expensive piece of property. I didn't want the cops stopping until that ring was found.

The bad luck did not stop there. A few days later, my car crapped out on me. It was an older car, so it was a matter of time. But I swear, just a few weeks ago, it looked fine when I'd looked under the hood. The price to fix it was not worth the trouble, so just like that I was in the market for a car. In the meantime I was renting a car, a minivan to be precise, to get to work and go about my daily duties. It was as I was pulling into my driveway with my rented minivan that my 'servitude' began.

I had just had a really bad day at work and was just eager to get inside and relax. And the last thing I wanted to see was my neighbors strutting over to me. Those girls, who sat around at home basking in their winnings. They looked perfectly styled, evidence of how easy they had it. And now these girls had power over me. I had to do what they said, or they would press charges and put my wife in jail. These girls had kicked my wife's ass, and now I had to do their bidding. I had to show them that I would not be so easy to control. I would not play their game.

"Hey Sean." Monique said arrogantly, wearing a very light, thin pink blue dress, with a matching pair of gaudy, pink earrings, bracelets and stiletto heels. 

"Sean." Sydni said with little emotion. She was tight denim shorts and a low cut pink tank top, a bit less showy than her friend but no less attractive. 

"We've been waiting all day for you to get home. We want you to take us shopping." Monique said.

"Girls, I'm really beat. Can we do this another time?" I asked, really not feeling up to dealing with them.

"I thought we had a deal, Sean." Sydni said, looking right into my eyes, staring me down. I sighed in frustration.

"Fine, let's go." I said, exasperated that I just couldn't go home and relax. I started walking back to the minivan when they stopped me.

"Uh, we ain't riding in that thing." Sydni said, looking disgusted by the van, "We'll take my car."

I shrugged and turned around. We walked towards her sports car, the red one...the one I'd been eying since they'd moved in. I didn't want to give away my excitement, so I kept my cool, but I actually couldn't wait to see how this baby drove, even if it was a passenger. Emma wouldn't even let me test drive one...she knew it'd just make me want one even more. 

I started walking to the passenger seat when Sydni put her hand on my shoulder.

"Uh uh. You drive." Sydni said, dropping the keys in my hand. "You sit in the back, bitch." she added, slapping Monique's large ass, displaying again that even though she was the more petite of the pair, she was definitely the Queen Bee. Monique complied with her friend without dispute. I wanted to be annoyed with being forced to drive these women around, but part of me looked forward to driving this car. So I wasn't too mad as I sat in the driver's seat, Sydni sat in the passenger seat, and Monique in the back. I turned the key and the engine purred to life. I revved it a few times.

"That's some good shit, huh?" Sydni purred.

"Yeah, that's nice." I admitted, forgetting my annoyance for a moment. As we pulled out onto the street and sped off, I admired how well the car drove. "It rides like a dream." I added. Then I remembered where I was and the annoyance I felt with these two. 

"So, what's this 'slavery' all about? What are you gonna want me to do?" I asked, ready to drop out of this deal if they wanted something that crossed the line. Sydni looked back at Monique and smiled. "What?" I demanded sternly.

"We are both convinced that you are one racist motherfucker." Sydni said.

"You know that's not true..." I interjected before I was interrupted.

"As I was saying." Sydni said firmly, shutting me up, "We are convinced that you are racist. And we know your wife is as racist as it gets...that ring proves it's in her blood. She displays that fucker with pride. I looked her name up online...her family tree is littered with some notorious slave owners. She plays that liberal white guilt, she may even deny to herself that she has it in her, but her first impulse is accuse her black neighbors of thievery and drop the N-Bomb when things don't go her way...she's a fucking racist," Sydni paused to let this sink in as I drove, "But that's her. You, Sean, I believe are a good, open minded person deep down. I believe that there is hope for you. What we are trying to do is get you to confront your racism and get over it. We don't think you have been around a lot of black people. So we are gonna teach you about black culture. We are gonna teach you about black music, black women, the ins and out of black sex..." 

I nearly choked on my own spit as she said this. 

"Excuse me?" I said, "I don't want to know anything about black sex."

"Wow." Monique said, looking offended. "I thought you said you weren't racist, sugar...even the idea of fucking a sexy black bitch offends your delicate sensibilities, is that it?'"

"Uh, I meant no offense." I stammered.

"Sean." Sydni said calmly, "How black people fuck is part of who we are. Especially with black women."

"I know how sex works, thank you." I said, eager to end this line of questioning. Monique laughed loudly and Sydni giggled lightly, only slightly smiling. It struck me how rarely she smiled, and when she did, it seemed to be a façade.

"Sean, you clearly don't, since you clearly have never been with a black woman." Sydni said matter-of-factly.

"What makes you say that?" I asked.

"Sean, if you had been with a black woman, you wouldn't be with a white woman." Sydni said confidently.

"What do you mean?" I asked as I reached a stoplight. She looked right into my eyes.

"If you had experienced what a black woman could do, you would have one sucking your dick, right now." Sydni said. I looked at her with wide eyes.

"Or maybe two." Monique added. I gulped and kept my eyes forward as I resumed driving.

"It's a dirty little secret that white girls will never tell you. They all know that black girls are better lovers. They all know that black girls are capable of things that they could never do. That's why they are so scared of us. So intimidated. Cause they all know we fuck their men better than they do." Sydni said.

I was stunned into silence. It was ridiculous! How could they say that all black women fuck better than white women? Sure, there were probably some that did, but surely not all. There were some black women that just exuded sex appeal. But some white women did too. I had never been into black women, but I could admit that there were certain black woman who seemed to be built for nothing but sex. Those black women seemed just filthy. Something about them let you know they were nasty. I hate to over generalize but a lot of them were brash, loud, and outspoken. Some seemed ready to either fuck you or fight you. They were flirtatious and intimidating at the same time. Obviously, not all black women are like this. The women I am thinking about are those really ghetto black chicks. They seemed trashy, and tough, but something about them was so fucking sexy. Was it their big black breasts? Their full, round black asses? Their gorgeous, sexy black faces? Their brash, intimidating attitudes? Like these two, Sydni and Monique. Both of them seemed to fit the bill of the perfect ghetto black slut. But something about that was kinda hot. They had beaten up my wife, but why did I think they were kinda hot. They should be repulsive to me. 

I was looking for anything to change the subject.

"So, where are we going?" I asked.

"Just follow my directions." Sydni said. For the next few minutes, I followed her directions. The silence in the car was deafening, so I turned on the radio to my favorite rock station. Both of the girls reacted as if the music playing was nails on a chalkboard.

"This not your kind of music?" I asked with a bit of smile at seeing their discomfort.

"What, you think if it's not rap, we don't listen to it, you racist mother fucker?" Sydni said quickly.

"Uh, I, uh..." I stammered. Then Sydni smiled.

"I'm just fucking with you, Sean." Sydni said.

"Yeah, you're right. All we listen to is rap." Monique said with a laugh, "Or if we're not listening to rap, it's gotta be hip-hop!"

"Well, maybe I can enlighten you on the joys of rock." I said, turning it up. Sydni reached down and changed the station. Deep beats filled my ears.

"Uh, that's better." Sydni said. "My car, my rules."

I rubbed my ears, uncomfortable with the heavy bass.

"You not much of a rap fan, Sean?" Monique asked.

"Not really." I said.

"Well, we can teach you all about good fucking rap music." Monique said, "I'll make you a mix tape."

I laughed as we continued to drive. I was surprised as we reached our destination. A car dealership. A high end one, with some expensive looking cars. 

"What are we doing here?" I asked.

"We're thinking about getting another car." Sydni said calmly as we pulled into a parking spot.

"What? You have two cars already! Sports cars!" I said, amazed at how willing they were to causally spend lots of money.

"We want to get a truck or some shit. Something nice and big." Monique said as we stepped out of the car.

"So why am I here?" I asked.

"We could use a man's opinion. Plus, you know you're shit about cars. Figured you could help us out." Monique replied.

"Fine, whatever." I replied, resigned to my fate.

For the next half hour or so, we browsed around at the different cars. There was a wide range of cars here, from used to practically new, from economical to ridiculously expensive. No one came up to help us, so we were on our own. I tried to steer the girls towards practicality, with nice, useful trucks, but they would shoot down every suggestion I made. It wasn't until we made our way towards the nicer, more showy, more expensive trucks, that they got interested. I warned them against them, due to the poor gas mileage, being big targets for tickets, but they were not going to be swayed. I was getting frustrated as they shot down every suggestion I made, until it reached the point where they practically dismissed me, telling me to look around for a bit. Quite frankly, I couldn't be happier.

I was in the market for a car, so I took the opportunity to look around. The cars here were a bit too rich for my blood, so I was just checking out the nicer looking cars more than looking for a car to possibly buy.

"Can I help you?" a man said, approaching me. 

"Oh, no, just looking." I told him. He was a few years older than I, handsome sure, but he had a bit of a scheming quality to him. A typical car salesman.

"You in the market to trade up?" he asked. 

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, just wondering if you're satisfied with what you have. Cause you wouldn't be here if you were." he asked.

"Well, I am in the market, but I'm just looking right now." I said.

"Well, do you need any advice?" he asked.

"No, I know my stuff." I said. "I came with some friends to give them some advice, but they aren't taking it. Maybe you could get through to them." I said, pointing, trying to shoo him away.

"Maybe I can. If you need anything, let me know. I'm Jeff by the way." he added, heading towards Monique and Sydni, who were out of sight.

"Okay." I said, glad to be rid of him. I looked at cars for a few minutes more, and was a bit surprised to see Jeff walking briskly away from where the girls were at. But my confusion was gone as soon as I saw it.

"Holy shit!" I muttered to myself. A 2011 Aston Martin DBS. A nice, deep black. One of the top sports cars in the world. One sexy fucking car. I couldn't help myself as I opened the door and sat in the driver's seat. It felt so good! So right! This was like a dream car for me. Then I looked at the price tag.

"Oooh shit." I said with a laugh as I realized it would only ever be a dream to have this car. Let's just say the price was in the six digits. Emma would laugh in my face if I told her I wanted this. I didn't want to tempt myself any further, so I opened the door and got ready to step out. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. Before I could react, Monique slipped into the backseat behind me, taking her hand off my shoulder, and Sydni slipped in next to me.




Invasion of the Ghetto Sluts



"Wow, this is hot!" Sydni said.

"I can't believe they have this car here." I said.

"Yeah, this guy has the hook-up on all the best shit." Sydni said.

"This leather seats are sexy." Monique said. "You buying this car, Money?"

"Oh, no, no, no. This thing is way too expensive." I said. They both looked at the price tag.

"Yeah, but you could afford it. You have the money, right?" Sydni said.

"Well, theoretically, yes, I could buy it. But Emma would kill me. We don't buy things like this. It's way too flashy." I said.

"But if you could, if it was your decision, you would?" Sydni asked.

"Uh, I don't know. I'd feel weird buying something so expensive." I said.

"What's the point of having earned all that money if you don't spend it?" Monique asked.

"Well, if we save our money, we can retire comfortably." I said.

"Yeah, but why not spend that money when you're young and can have fun with it?" Sydni said.

"Money can be fleeting. Sure, we have money now, but it can drop off like that. Not all of us won the lottery." I said with a smile.

"But you guys do have money. A lot of it from what I'm guessing. And..." Sydni started, before getting up on her knees on her seat and leaning close to me. I couldn't help but notice the deep canyon of soft, black cleavage bursting from under her top as she readjusted. She leaned close to my ear and began to whisper. "Spending large amounts of money is a rush. A feeling you can't replicate."

"Spending a ton of cash, showing everyone that you're better than them, is amazing." Monique said, joining in with her friend, whispering in my other ear.

"Uh, I'm not interesting in showing people I'm better than them. I don't feel that way." I said, feeling rapidly more and more uncomfortable.

"But you've never done it." Monique replied, her hushed voice as smooth as silk. "You should do it now. Buy this car." she added sternly.

"No, uh, I can't." I said, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Sean, this car is built for you." Sydni began. "This car is built for a big, strong man like you." she said, rubbing my arm with her palm, sending a shiver up my spine. "You don't know what seeing a guy like you in a car like this does for women."

"You could get so much pussy with this thing." Monique whispered, running her finger on my shoulder, raising goose bumps on my arms. I tried to open the door and extricate myself from the situation, but Monique and Sydni firmly held on to me.

"Listen, I'm not buying this thing. Besides, I'm not interested in getting any pussy." I replied. Sydni leaned back.

"Wait, you don't cheat?" Sydni asked in disbelief.

"No! Of course not!" I said. This caused them both to laugh loudly. I had never seen Sydni laugh like this...or at all. She was usually so humorless...it was a bit disconcerting. It caused her boobs to jiggle, and despite knowing better, I allowed myself to watch them bounce. 

"What?" I asked.

"I didn't know they still made guys like you." Sydni said, coming down from her laughing fit with a warm smile.

"That's adorable, baby," Monique added, "All, like, chivalrous and shit. You help old ladies cross the street too? That's some 1950's, white bread, Leave it To Beaver-ass game you got going there."

"I guess I'm old fashioned." I said, still uncomfortable with the situation. 

"That's a damn shame." Monique said.

"Yeah, cause this is the type of car that gets a girl wet." Sydni said.

"Excuse me?" I asked, shocked at how candid they were being.

"Trust me, player, she ain't lyin." Monique replied, practically confessing to being wet right at that moment.

"This is the kind of car that makes a woman's nipples hard." Sydni said, guiding my eyes to her rock hard nipples showing through her top. I looked at them a few seconds before meeting her eyes again.

"I should go." I said again, reaching for the door handle.

"Listen, what you need to do you can handle right here." Sydni said. 

"What?" I said, confused. She looked at my crotch then met my eyes again. I looked down and realized I was rock hard.

"Okay, I need to go." I said, opening the door and escaping the car, hoping the fresh air would clear my head and soften my dick. What was wrong with me? Why was I rock hard? Why were they flirting with me? They knew I was married. Before I could think about it, the girls stepped out of the car.

"We should get going." I said, pulling my shirt down, trying to hide my hardness.

"Sean, do you want the car or not?" Sydni said, her earlier humor now gone. 

"I, uh, I can't spend this type of money. In my dreams, sure, I would buy it. But no, I just can't." I said.

"Sean," Sydni started, walking towards me. "I want you to reach real deep, look around, and find your balls. I thought you were a man. Not some pussy-whipped white boy who does whatever his cheap shrew of a wife wants."

"Oh, fuck off!" I said, reaching my breaking point. "Just cause I don't spend my money on sports cars and other frivolous shit doesn't make me less of a man!" 

My outburst hung there in the air, and I immediately regretted it. It wasn't them I was mad at...it was myself for allowing myself to be in this situation. Sydni was right, in a way...I was constantly being controlled by my wife...chafing under her rule. I didn't want to admit it, but it was frustrating...emasculating.

"You fucking hate us, don't you?" Sydni said.

"No, I don't hate you." I replied.

"Be honest. We're big girls." Sydni said, staring me down. I was not afraid of her. I would not back down.

"I don't hate you, but I hate things about you. I hate how you treat my wife. I hate how you blare your music. I hate how you spend money on stupid shit you don't need. I hate how fucking ghetto you are!" I said. That last sentence kinda slipped out, and I wondered how the girls would react to that. The last reaction I expected was the one I got. Sydni smiled.

"It's good that you're being honest with me, Sean. I appreciate it. And I would appreciate more of it. Do you want the car?" Sydni asked.

"No!" I said emphatically.

"What if I could get you a deal?" Sydni asked.

"What?" I asked.

"What if I could get you a deal?" she repeated slowly.

"It'd have to be one huge fucking deal." I said. 

Sydni smiled.

"Leave it to me." she said, walking past me to the building, her high heels causing her ass to bounce in her tight shorts.

"What is she doing?" I asked.

"She and the guy that run this place have a special relationship." Monique said.

"What kind of relationship?" I asked. Monique simply smiled. I turned and watched Sydni enter the front door of the building. Monique leaned back against the hood of the car next to the Aston Martin and pulled out a cigarette. She held the pack out to me, but I declined. I joined her next to the car.

"I'm sorry about what I said earlier. I didn't mean it." I said.

"Yeah you did." Monique said, blowing out a puff of smoke. There was a long pause before she continued, "You said the truth. We are tough to get along with. We're tough to live next to. And it's true, me and her are ghetto girls, through and through, and that won't change. I'm proud of it. I'm proud of being a ghetto sista." she said with a laugh.

"That's fine. Be who you want to be. The only thing I won't accept is how you've been treating Emma." I said. Monique nodded.

"Yeah, but, she's kind of a bitch." Monique said, blowing more smoke.

"No. She's really not." I replied.

"But you have to admit, that she might just be a teensy bit racist." Monique replied.

"She's not." I said.

"I think so." she said in a sing-song voice. I just shook my head, knowing I wouldn't be able to change her mind.

"Do we make you uncomfortable, Seanny-Baby?" Monique asked, amused.

"Yeah, a bit!" I said with a laugh. Monique tittered at this. "It's just, I've never known anybody like you two." I added. She nodded.

"You called us ghetto earlier as if it were a bad thing. We are trying to show you that us being ghetto isn't so bad. You need a bit of ghetto in your life. We want to show you that our ghetto lifestyle, our ghetto way of life, is pretty fucking good." Monique said.

"Well, uh, we'll see, I guess." I said. 

"Sean, you don't have to be scared of us. Syd might be a bit intimidating, but she ain't so bad. Me neither, baby." Monique said.

"I'm not scared. I can handle you guys." I replied.

"I bet you can." she muttered. A silence fell as we waited for Sydni to return. 

"How long you've been married?" Monique asked.

"Three years." I said with a proud smile. "You ever been married?"

"Shit no!" Monique said with a laugh. "I ain't found a man that can keep up with me."

"Is that why you flirt with married men?" I asked.

"I do that for fun, baby." Monique said with a wink. I was finding myself more at ease talking to her. Sydni was a bit more stand-offish; a lot more stand-offish; while Monique was someone I would not want to mess with, she was approachable, and she seemed to have a sense of humor about herself. For a second, I thought I could get to like her. Then I remembered how she beat up my wife, and my opinion soured. Sure, Emma started the fight, but they took it too far.

Finally, Sydni emerged, checking her make-up with her compact. Her heels were severely high, so she walked with a distinct bounce in her step, causing other parts of her to bounce. As she got close, I spoke up.

"Sydni, I don't want the car..." I started.

"He can give it to you for 90 thou." Sydni said.

"What?" I said.

"That's less than half the price, Sean." Sydni said proudly, and with an arrogant, matter-of-fact, smirk, as if I never should have doubted her.

"I, uh, really?" I asked, shocked at this price. No way it was real.

"Sean, this is a top of the line sports car. You will never get this car for this price anywhere else. You'd be stupid not to buy it." Sydni said.

"I, uh, I just don't know. I should talk to Emma." I said. It was a tempting offer. It was an insanely cool car, a dream car. But I just couldn't buy it, could I?

"Sean, it's time to man up. Girls don't respect a man who bends to her will every time. Believe me, I know, a girl will take full advantage of that. They want a man that will stand up to them. Show her that you're your own man. Show her that you don't need her approval for everything you do. C'mon, that's a hot fucking car." Sydni tempted.

Emma would be pissed if I bought this car. Pissed. And I kinda wanted this car. I really wanted this car, and I could afford it. The only thing holding me back was Emma. But if there was one thing Emma liked more than being thrifty, it was getting a good deal. And I would never get a better deal on a car than I was right now. Maybe I could talk her into it.

"How'd you get him to bring the price down?" I asked.

"Me and Jeff, we have a special arrangement." Sydni said simply. "Listen, we need to get going. I already bought our car." she said, holding out some keys. "Are you gonna buy it or not?"

"Wait, you bought a car?" I asked.

"Yeah." Sydni said. "Are you gonna buy this hot as hell sports car or slum it in that minivan till Emma talks you into some economical car. You're a car guy, Sean. She should at least let you have a nice car." Sydni said softly.

I looked at the car, looking sleek and black and sexy. I couldn't resist.

***********

I shook my head as I drove my new Aston Martin home. Emma was gonna kill me. Behind me, Monique was driving their new, tricked out Cadillac Escalade, and behind that, Sydni drove in her car.

I was already having extreme buyer's remorse already. I kept expecting the deal to fall through, and it wasn't till I signed the papers that I believed it. Jeff looked nervous throughout the whole deal. I don't know what deal him and Sydni had, and I couldn't ask him because she was in the room next to us. I was able to sneak back into the room after the deal was finalized and I asked him how he could give me this deal. Nervously, he replied.

"Man, I'm losing money on this. But trust me, it's worth it to get those two out of my life. I don't know what your deal is man...My advice is to not get involved with them. Just stay out of their way."

I nodded to him and left, his words rattling around in my head...the same exact thing that T.J. had told me the night of their housewarming party. It was like a curse.

"My advice is to not get involved with them. Just stay out of their way."

Like I told Monique, I was not afraid of them. But what was causing all these guys to be so terrified of these girls? What could they possibly do to warrant this fear?

************

"What the fuck is that?" Emma asked.

"It's a new car." I said sheepishly.

"That's a fucking sports car!" she screamed.

"I needed a new car." I said quietly.

"Something normal, not a sports car!" she cried.

"Em, we can afford it." I said.

"Just cause we can afford something doesn't mean we should buy it. We can probably afford to buy gold plated mirrors and multiple sports cars, but we don't. Because it's tacky. It's gaudy. We're not the type of people who waste money. We're not the type of people to show off our wealth." Emma argued.

"You're not that type of person." I said quietly.

"Excuse me?" she questioned.

"Listen, I get what you're saying. I do. But if all went your way, we would be living in some tiny house, buying just enough to get by." I said.

"I..." she started.

"Let me finish!" I said. "I get what you're saying about not flaunting it. I do. But Em, we worked so hard to earn this money. Let's have a little fun with it. I understand saving it, and I understand not spending wildly. But we should at least grant ourselves a little bit of money to have fun with. I wanted a new car. A nice car. Emma, I am a car guy. I really want a nice car. I work hard. We both work hard. What's the point if we are just gonna save all that money and not get to reap the fruits of our success?"

"I, uh... you just don't get it." she mumbled, turning around and storming out.

"Emma?" I called, but she didn't stop, going upstairs and slamming the bedroom door. I rolled my eyes and stepped outside to clear my head. I saw Sydni in her backyard, and I stepped closer to the fence separating us.

"How'd she take it?" Sydni asked.

"She wasn't happy." I said with a laugh.

"Hmm, sorry." Sydni said, smiling slightly before regaining a straight face.

"That make you happy?" I asked, angrily.

"No, of course not. I don't want to see anything get in between a happy couple." Sydni said.

"Well, there were probably some things that needed to be said." I replied civilly. There was a long pause.

"We want to go shopping tomorrow. We were hoping you could drive us." Sydni asked.

"Yeah, I guess." I replied, knowing I didn't have a choice.

**********

I gave my wife space for the rest of the night. I drove my new car, and that took away my anger at my wife. This car was so smooth and sleek and sexy. I loved it. 

I pulled in after night fell. There was no sign of Emma, so I figured she was still camped out in the bedroom. Gingerly, I opened the door and stepped in. She was sitting on the bed and as I stepped in she gave me a slight smile. I took off my watch and set down my wallet. She broke the silence.

"I know I am kinda thrifty." Emma started. "I had no money for years, and I hated it, and my worst fear is to end up like that again."

"You won't. We won't." I said.

"I know, but I sometimes feel like the bubble will burst and this dream life will be gone." Emma said. I sat down next to her and put my arm around her. She looked right at me.

"I'm sorry I can be kinda reluctant to spend money. I don't want to be a nag or a killjoy." Emma said.

"I know." I said. "I'm sorry I didn't talk to you first."

"I don't want to be that type of person that flaunts their money. I don't want to be like Sydni and Monique." she said.

"I know. I understand." I said.

"But... I guess if you want to spend money, it's okay. Let's not go nuts or anything, but the occasional big purchase will be fine." she said. I didn't plan to go on a spending spree. I was pushing it by buying the car. I know she wasn't crazy about it. She was doing it for me. I kissed her on the forehead. "Besides, it is a nice looking car." 

"It is very nice. And I got a really good deal on it. That's why I couldn't talk to you about it." I said.

"You did?" she said. I know how much she loved getting a good deal.

"Yeah, an insane deal." I said, kissing her cheek.

"Well, now that you got that, I hope you don't mind if I get a bigger closet." she said with a laugh. 

"Of course not." I said, kissing her lips.

"No, stop, I feel gross." She said. She had been sheepish about sex since the incident with the neighbors, and her black eye was still healing. She felt ugly. I kissed her again.

"No, stop." she said unconvincingly, her voice getting husky. I pulled her down onto the bed as she melted into the kiss. As our hands began to fumble with each others' clothes, I knew I was in for a fun night.

**********

I was in a good mood, and having to spend the day with the neighbor girls couldn't spoil my good spirits. Without getting too descriptive, the previous night was one of the most fun I had ever had. Make-up sex was the best.

Our sex life was good. Emma was always so in control, so professional, so I always enjoyed seeing her let loose in the bedroom. Hearing her scream and moan in pleasure was music to my ears. She held her end of the bargain, as she was not a cold fish or anything. She gave as good as she got. She didn't go nuts, and she had lines she wouldn't cross, holes she wouldn't let me enter, but that was fine. She couldn't drop that professional veneer completely. But it was fun for me to try to get her to let loose. The more she was engulfed in the pleasure and let her professional veneer slip away, the more nuts it drove me. We were perfectly compatible in the bedroom. I loved her.

But like I said, I was forced to have to spend a day with the girls again. I was hoping to give Emma a ride in the new car, an inaugural ride, but she was busy the next day, and Monique and Sydni wanted to get an early start, so the first people to ride in my new car were Sydni and Monique. They marched right over to my driveway and got into my new car before I could ask about our driving arrangements. I joined them and sat into the driver's seat. 

"Damn, this is one hot fucking car!" Monique said from the back seat. I smiled in pride as I turned on the car. Before I left the driveway, I looked at Sydni. She looked at me, her eyes hidden behind her sunglasses. I revved the engine a few times. I looked back at Sydni, and she was in the same position as before, but there was one noticeable difference. Her nipples were now rock hard. I gulped deeply and looked forward. I remembered what she had said before. This was the type of car that made girl's nipples hard and their pussies wet. I looked in the rear view mirror, and noticed Monique's nipples were just as hard as her friends. And judging by the scent that was burning my nostrils, their pussies were sopping wet.

I proceeded to drive, Sydni giving me directions. 

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"A little shop we like. I'll tell you right where we're going. So just shut up and drive. Cause we've got something very important to discuss." Sydni said.

"Okay, what?" I asked.

"Today, we want to teach your racist ass a little bit about black sex." Sydni said.

"Um, what do you mean exactly? Cause I have a pretty good knowledge about sex." I asked nervously.

"You know about cute little white sex. Black sex is completely different. Like we told you before, black women are far better lovers. Black women are built for sex. I mean, just look at us. Black women like us have hot bodies. Most black women have bigger tits than white women." Sydni said.