16 comments/ 78216 views/ 114 favorites Social Studies By: Ling00 New spin on a familiar tale. Readers of the earlier stories may find more nuance and pacing here, as well as a lot of real-world issues brought up for the sake of immersion. Again, this is written strictly for raceplay enthusiasts, so if offensive language irks you in the slightest, please read no further. You've been warned. All characters depicted are over the age of 18. My "Economies of Western Europe in the Early 20th Century" class let out earlier than usual that day, something about the professor having a guest lecturing appointment or some shit. Whatever, rock and roll. All it meant was that I was done early for the day and it was a beautiful fucking Thursday afternoon - sunny and 85, which meant all the little honeys were walking around in gym shorts and tank tops, acting like they don't know that every single fucking guy on campus was checking them out, trying to sneak a peek down their top and looking up their short shorts as they were laying out on the quad. Little cock teases. Me and my buds from Econ were checking out all the little sluts that were practically begging for it. Some had no shame, just laying out in bikinis in the middle of campus, probably enjoying all the comments and stares they got even from the dirty old professors who rambled by, not even bothering to hide their ogling. I turned to Jeff, who was busy staring at a particularly nubile little blonde in a pink bikini and tiny mesh shorts, probably one of the new freshmen crop. "No wonder we get so many reports of rape on campus. They're fucking asking for it. Not our fault they get embarrassed afterwards when everyone's talking about them being sluts." Jeff and Greg cracked up and I smiled, catching the eye of a tall, impossibly slim brunette rubbing sun tan lotion on her toned, tanned stomach. She had her white wife-beater tucked up just below her tits and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Her gym shorts were rolled up her tight thighs so high that if she wasn't waxed bare I'd bet you could see her pubes. She blatantly flashed a smile at me and let her fingers move down her stomach, just under the waistband of her shorts, teasing me. "Look at this one," I nodded at the brunette, who saw the guys look in her direction and barely reacted, beyond her nipples getting hard through her thin top. Greg brayed his annoying donkey laugh, "You know I banged her last fall, right? She didn't even ask Travis to leave the room while she sucked me off!" We all laughed. Travis was Greg's roommate at the frat house last year - dude loved watching us fuck the sluts we brought home. Kinda weird, but if the chicks didn't mind... As we reached the western edge of the quad, there was a small group of students crowded on the steps of Fuller, mostly chicks, two or three guys. They were dressed mostly in jeans and t-shirts and the guys were obvious hipsters with their tight jeans and thin beards, generally looking like fucking faggots as they tried to be all sensitive, as if chicks were still going for that shit anymore. As we got closer, I saw that some were listening to this one chick talking. Not a bad body, slim but curvy. Jeans were a little too loose to tell for sure though, and she was wearing a fucking hoodie on an 80-degree day. I figured she was probably a dyke. She was babbling about some bullshit, I hear something about "the patriarchy" and "dead white males" and I immediately know what the fuck she's on about. These fucking cunts with their bullshit "Something Studies" majors, always fucking wasting everybody's time talking about oppression and minorities and all that bullshit. There's this one black bitch in my Business Management seminar, I don't even know why she's there but I figure it's probably some pre-req that she missed. She's always stopping the discussion to toss in some bullshit about how we never read anything by non-Western economists or that there are no female or gay "voices". Fucking waste of time, and Dr. Paulson usually just rolls his eyes and says he'll look into it, but what the fuck is he supposed to do? Is it his fault there aren't any women economists who write anything worth studying? I mean seriously, why would we waste time reading about someone who doesn't know anything just because this bitch feels neglected? Fuck that, my dad's not paying $40,000 a year for me to get a five-year MBA in "What Whiny Oppressed Minorities Think." If I wanted that, I'd be taking these same fucking bullshit "Studies" majors and get a worthless degree with 80K worth of debt. The stupid bitch in the hoodie turns slightly as we get closer, probably hears Greg's annoying-ass laugh. She's a chink, of course – the short black ponytail should've given it away. Not bad looking, but just from her expression I can tell she's a real uptight bitch in need of a good dicking. She just looks fucking miserable in her pretentious black framed glasses. If she's not a dyke, she's probably dating some shrimp-dicked Asian dude that her mom loves who can't even get it up half the time. Jeff makes some comment that's just loud enough for her to hear, though I'm pretty sure the only word she catches is "poontang." That's enough to make her spin around and glare at us, giving us what she probably thinks is this holy hell death look that's gonna scare us shitless. "Oooooh, scary!" laughs Jeff, and Greg pushes his shoulder, laughing. "She's gonna hari kari us." I smile, peering at her through my sunglasses. She's got a nice tan going, though that's probably just her natural skin color. I made a silent bet that she had a decent rack under that hoodie though. She gives Greg this sneer of contempt and looks like she's about to fucking blow. We're all cracking up at this point and she's getting flushed, despite her outward composure. "I'm Vietnamese-American, not Japanese. No wonder white males can only get their way by killing everyone else; you're just too stupid to do anything else." Her friends chuckle quietly, obviously a little uncomfortable with the confrontation, but the bitch doesn't back down. She just stares at us as if she expects some sort of reaction. Jeff and Greg just look a little confused and laugh, as if they're not sure why she's even talking to us. I shrug, "Yeah well, worked pretty well in Vietnam, didn't it?" "What, bombing innocent villages, raping women and murdering children you fucking jerk?" Now I'm the one giving her the condescending smile, as if we're just having a polite conversation in a lecture hall somewhere. "Well, it did work pretty well for us. America's not the country still stuck in the Stone Age. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't see too many people around here up to their knees in a rice paddy." Her face is dark now, her eyes seething through her glasses and I can almost see the rage building in her small frame, but her voice is somehow under control. Her friends are watching closely, not saying anything, not really trying to lend her support or otherwise. "Typical white male, you think the ends always justify the means. Is that the same way you rationalize murdering millions of Native Americans? You probably think that was okay too because they were just savages, don't you?" I've still got the same smug smile, trying not to break down laughing in her face. "Hey, South Africa, India, Hong Kong - you think it's just a coincidence that all the countries that were former European colonies all have substantially better standards of living than their neighbors?" I happened to be a history buff myself and now was as good a time as any to show what I knew without sounding like a dork. "You think it's just luck that Israel is a First World power and its Arab neighbors are stuck in the 10th Century? Or that Hong Kong is one of the wealthiest countries on Earth, despite having zero natural resources or arable land, while Malaysia, Laos, Cambodia, Thailand, and your precious homeland are all third world shitholes? You think that's just bad luck?" She looks like she's about to cry, her nicely-tanned cheeks are alternating between going absolutely pale and being dark red with rage. This might very well be the first time anyone has actually challenged her on her ideals and she's being caught completely off-guard. It's hilarious. It's all I can do to keep from breaking down right in front of her, but that would end the fun. "Anything that a white male touches is better for it." I continue. "We made the world what it is today. You're just lucky we let you live in this country and study at our top-tier universities. You don't see people desperately smuggling themselves into Mexico... or Vietnam for that matter." "You pig," she snaps, angrily. "Men like you are the reason there's so much wrong with the world. You think you know everything, you think it's your right to be rich and powerful, to tell everyone else how to live. Your ancestors probably owned slaves, they probably drove the Native Americans off their land." I can see she's desperately trying to control herself, to calm down, trying to speak slowly and clearly, as if she's talking to a child that she's somehow going to convince with her careful arguments. It's great to watch. I sneak a glance at Jeff and Greg behind me and see they're enjoying this as much as I am, so I decide to take it a step further. "You know, what you're saying would be a lot easier to listen to if you were mumbling it around my cock." I say it just loud enough that only she can hear it. That's when she loses it. I can see the blood rushing to her face, her little body starting to literally shake, yet somehow her voice stays neutral. "Typical response. You have nothing intelligent to say, so you just blurt something sexist. Such a typical white male response." I smile. "You're right, it's very typical. It's only natural that I, as a powerful white male, would envision you, a weak oriental female, with her mouth around my cock." "You think you're going to upset me, that you can offend me like this? I've had worse. Do you have any idea the amount of oppression and racism and sexism someone like me deals with on a daily basis?" "Oh poor you. Poor wittle chinadoll. Thinks she's oppressed. You're lucky you're not back in a rice paddy somewhere up to your knees in mud and flies." "Oh that's nice." She shakes her head, her black ponytail shining in the sun. "I don't know why I even bother." I step towards her. "Because you like it. You like being told where you belong by a man like me." Her dark eyes flash angrily, but her lips stay sealed in a tight line. I can tell she's not wearing any make-up, yet her skin is remarkably clear and pure. "You know you're only one generation removed from a rice paddy - your mom and dad probably own a grocery store somewhere or a laundry mat, right? The only reason you're here is because a white man created this university and a white man created a bank that gave you a loan so that you could come here and shit all over us. Deep down you know all that, and so you need to be told by someone like me exactly where you really belong. All you little gooks need to be put in your place by someone like me, by a powerful white male, every once in a while. Just to feel good about yourselves." I see her clenching her tiny fists, and I can tell she's only barely restraining from lashing out at me, but she knows that resorting to physical violence would only make her look bad. I can hear my friends snickering behind me. I see her body trembling. I reach in my pocket, pull out a receipt I've got from the Panda Express in the campus food court. My eyes locked onto hers, I pull out a pen and deliberately scrawl on the back, and then hand it to her, not speaking. She slowly reaches out to take it as if it's a snake poised to strike. She then turns it over and reads it. Before she can finish, I speak loud enough for her friends and mine to hear, "That's my number. I'm Jake. Call me sometime and I'll teach you exactly what a little third-world gook like you should be doing for a powerful white man like me." Behind me, Jeff and Greg utterly lose it - I can hear them guffawing and almost falling down. I look over the girl's shoulder and see her friends on the steps are either looking away or downwards, embarrassed for her, scared of what's going to happen. The two "men" in her group look the most embarrassed, one's definitely gay and the other is just a pussy. She looks at me, and for a second her small dark eyes are bright and the utter anger and hatred that was there is gone, replaced by something else, something deep and primal. I see it and smile, and then it's replaced again by the hatred. She doesn't speak, simply spins on her toes and starts briskly walking away, her friends turning to leave before she can even reach them, happy to be out of the uncomfortable situation. As she darts away behind them, head down, I see her crumple the receipt into a ball and stuff it into the pocket of her jeans. Later that night, I'm back in my room in the frat house, watching a movie, three beers deep. I specifically scheduled my classes this semester so that my Fridays are free. Gonna be a good night. Couple girls from Tri-Delt are supposed to come over for Beer Pong around 1 AM - they'll have been at the bars for four hours before that, they'll be good and trashed, I'm planning on fucking this one, Trish, who Kurt from down the hall used to be fucking, but he dumped her 'cause she didn't really like to swallow. But she's got a hell of a body. Sloppy seconds are cool as long as it's a brother. At 9 o'clock exactly, my phone rings. I don't recognize the number, but I'm thinking it could be the slut I fucked last week that I met at O'Flanagan's. Shit, what was her name - Becky? Britney? I'm still trying to remember as I answer. "Yo." There's no response for a second, then a small, somehow familiar voice. "Is this Jake?" "Yeah, who's this?" "It's me... Amy. Amy Nguyen. We talked on campus today. In front of Fuller." I smile, taking a big swig of my beer - it's almost empty, fuck. "Oh yeah, hey, what up?" I can hear the tension through the phone, it sounds as if she's struggling to control her voice. "Listen, Jake, I think we both said some things this afternoon that we didn't mean. I just wanted to call and try to set things straight, because I think there's no reason why we can't all just work through our differences." At this point I'm wondering if there are any more beers in my mini-fridge, or if I'm going to have to call one of the pledges to get me a six-pack from downstairs. Bitch is still talking. "I mean, I think I just got a little worked up today. I didn't mean to offend you, and I think it's important that even if we disagree, that we try to talk through our differences and come to an understanding. I didn't mean the things I said, and I know you didn't mean what you said either." I grunt. "Yeah, no. I meant what I said." There's silence over the line. After a few seconds, she stammers, "Oh, well, I don't think you meant it to sound the way you did. It was very offensive to me, some of the words you used and the things you implied about me and my ethnicity and gender." "Um, yeah, they were supposed to be offensive, that's why I said them. I'm not sure why this is so confusing." I can hear in her voice that she's getting upset again, but trying to control it. "I don't understand, why would you say things like that? Talking about me 'knowing my place,' and that thing you said about listening to me better if I was giving you...giving you oral." She almost mumbles the last word. I can practically see her cheeks turning bright red. "Because they're true. Why would I say stuff that's not true? I would show you your place, and you'd probably thank me for it." I give a silent fist pump when I see the mini-fridge still has a few bottles left. I pop one open, settling back into my recliner. "Jake, I don't think you know how offensive those kinds of things are today. You can't talk like that, especially on a college campus." "Sure I can. You said it yourself, white men like me have all the power - and what was that quote from Spider-man? 'With great power comes great responsibility.' I've got great power, and so it's my responsibility to use it wisely. In this case, I'd use it to help you find your true role as an Asian chick with a decent body. You're wasted in those 'classes,' if that's what you wanna call them. You might as well drop out and just sell yourself around campus to some of the frats. There are chicks who do that, y'know. For parties. And they make good money." There's no sound from the other end of the phone for a moment, and I think maybe she's gone, but I can hear her breathing after a few seconds. "I mean am I right or am I right?" "Jake," I finally hear her say. "Listen, I think I should go over there, and we can talk about this face-to-face. I think maybe you're not understanding how hurtful these things you're saying really are to me, and would be to others as well. I think that maybe if I explained to you how your words make me feel, how offensive they are and how they hurt me as a person, I think that maybe you'll have a better understanding of the way you're behaving and how it relates to the past and Western oppression throughout history." I can hear the strain in her voice, trying desperately to control her anger. "Nah, I don't think that's a good idea - some of the guys might see you come over here and get the wrong idea. Asian chick going into a white guy's room at this hour, that only means one thing, y'know? Also, I got some girls coming over later, and I don't think they'd understand if they heard any rumors. It's probably not a good idea." "Jake, please, listen to me. The things you're saying are very hurtful, and they're all part of a pattern. I'd be failing myself and my principles if I didn't try my best to explain to you what you're helping to perpetuate. Let me come over and explain it to you. It would be good for both of us." "I dunno, I'm kinda buzzed. I might just take a nap until the girls get here. Besides, like I said, I don't want anyone seeing you coming in here, some of the brothers aren't too happy about the whole prostitute thing that happens sometimes, they'd give me a whole lot of shit if they saw someone like you coming in." "Jake..." She pauses, and I hear her take a few deep breaths through the phone. When you begin again, your voice is calm. "You really don't know what you're saying, do you? You don't know how deeply hurt I was by your words just now. Equating me with a prostitute just because I'm Asian-American? Do you have any idea how degrading and just wrong that is? How offensive that is? It's such a stereotype, you might as well walk by any Asian girl on campus and ask her to 'love you long time.' " I almost laugh through the phone when I hear that. I'm guessing this fourth beer is kicking in because I'm starting to get a decent buzz going on. "Jake, just let me come over. Please, we need to talk about this, it's important to me. Please." "Alright, whatever. I'm in the Pike House, third floor." "What's the Pike House?" "You know, Pike, we're the second house down on the Row." "I've never been to Fraternity Row." "Well, we're the second house on the left as you get on the row. Ring the bell and ask for Jakers, or Tail-Dog. The pledge at the door will tell you where to go." I smile, "Actually, better yet, go around back, ring the door marked 'Kitchen Deliveries' - they'll tell you where to go, just tell them you're going to the third floor to visit a friend, I'm in Room 4A. And don't mention my name." "Um okay. Thank you, Jake. This is for the best." "Whatever." I hang up and call for a pledge to bring some more beers. I'm on my sixth beer when I hear a knock at my door around 10 at night. I'd almost forgotten who was coming, and it's a little confusing when I yell "Enter!" and a little Asian chick slowly pushes the door open, looking cautiously around the room as if she expects monsters to pop out of the walls or something. The pledges clean the rooms everyday, so it's actually pretty damn spotless, save for the empty beer bottles on the floor next to the king-sized bed where I'm laid out. I changed into jeans and a light blue polo shirt for the girls I expected to show up after midnight, slapping the school's lacrosse cap onto my brown mop of hair. My feet are bare, my sandals at the foot of the bed. I look up, trying to remember who this bitch is supposed to be, and then it clicks. It helps that she's looks like she's got on the same outfit she was wearing this afternoon on the quad, that grey hoodie and those loose-fitting jeans, probably not even designer. Her hair is tucked under a generic baseball cap. She's wearing those same stupid hipster glasses and still doesn't look like she's wearing much makeup, but her face seems to pull it off more or less. Social Studies She slowly looks around the room, not even having entered through the doorway yet, taking in the dozens of pictures of bathing-suit clad girls plastered over the walls, the beer ads and the movie posters. "Hey," I shout. "Come in before someone sees you." I grab a fresh beer from the mini-fridge. "You want this?" She slowly steps in, still wary of anything that might crawl under her feet. She shakes her head, "No thank you, I'm... I'm fine." "Whatever, lemme know if you change your mind." I swing my feet back up onto the bed, lay back, my free arm behind my head, watching her with eyes half open. "Do me a favor though, shut the door." "I'd rather it stayed open." "And I'd rather you weren't here, but we can't always get what we want. Now close the fucking door." She rolls her eyes and pushes the door shut behind her. "So why are you here, again?" "Jake, I think we got off on the wrong foot." She glances around the room again. "Can I sit down?" "Make yourself at home." "Thanks." She takes off the cap and shakes her head a bit to let her hair drop to her shoulders. She then cautiously pulls the rolling chair out from under the computer desk and pushes it over next to the bed, about halfway, so that when she lowers herself into the chair, she's sitting perpendicular to my hips. "Jake, listen to me. You need to understand... the things you've been saying to me, they're not just offensive to me. They're offensive to everyone, even to you. By saying them, you're making yourself sound stupid and ignorant. I'm trying to help you." "Um, yeah, thanks, I'm good. Nice of you to try though." "Jake, what do you want to be when you get out of here? You're going to go into business, or something right?" "Yeah, already got a job lined up at my dad's firm in Connecticut, actually. I'll have to start out as a junior broker, but he's the CFO there, so I'll be a senior broker in a year, general partner after three. Pretty good deal - half hour from Manhattan, starting salary is 60K plus commissions." She seems to pause for a moment when she hears how much I'll be making but she quickly moves on. "Okay fine, but Jake, you can't keep saying these kinds of things, not when you get out in the real world." "Sure I can. You should hear the shit those guys were talking about when I interned there this past summer. Shit you wouldn't believe." I take a big swallow of my beer, enjoying the warm haze settling over my body. She's actually starting to look kind of cute, in the way that I always wanted to fuck the annoying hippie bitch who taught my freshman English class. "There was this one guy, Scottie J. - he used to fuck a different girl every weekend, bring them to parties and bars and shit, call them his girlfriend. Everyone knew they were hookers, but they were pretty hot ones. Escorts, you know? Not street girls. And then he'd come into the office on Monday and tell everyone all the nasty shit they did. It was so fucking funny." "But you don't want to be like that, do you? It must have offended you in some way, hearing him talk about women like that, hearing the words he would use to describe them, the names he would call them and how he treated them? Didn't that offend you at all?" "No, not really. I mean they really were hookers, know what I mean?" "Alright, leave that aside. But what about women who aren't prostitutes. Women like me, and your classmates. You wouldn't use language like that for us, would you?" "Why not? Have you seen the way the girls around here dress? Gets a little confusing when you're dressed like a whore but you get all upset when a guy treats you like one." "Whatever Jake, listen. Yes, some of the girls on campus dress inappropriately. It's embarrassing for me too. I get offended by the way some of them dress, it's stupid. But I'm not dressed like that. Most of my friends don't dress like that. Why do you keep treating us like you do these other women? And why do you keep using these racial stereotypes that are hurtful and offensive and derogatory and have been used for like... so many years... by white men like yourself to oppress and degrade women like me?" Her tone is pleading now and she's making these frantic open-palm gestures with her hands so passionately with her face flushed. "Does that make you feel like a man?" It's all I can do to keep from laughing. "Yeah, I guess. Like I said, it's not nearly as bad as the shit some of the guys around here say." "Like what, Jake? You think two wrongs make a right? What do they say that's so bad that it makes you think it's okay to say things like you did to me." "Lemme think." I take a big swallow of beer. Shit, it's getting a little warm. "Well there's this bro named Patsy down the hall. He had this chink slut in here the other night... excuse me, sorry... oriental slut in here the other night, this sophomore girl from his Finance class. We could hear them up and down the hall. She must have been sucking him, and he kept calling her these names, telling her she was a filthy little chink whore, that she was sucking his hard white dick so good, that she was the best little slant cocksucker he had ever had. And she must've been loving it." "Why do you say that?" She's leaning back a bit in her chair now, crossing her arms. "Because after she finished sucking his dick, they started fucking, and then it was both of them talking. And his door must've swung open at some point, 'cause everyone in the hall could them both as clear as day. She was calling him her white stud, talking about how hard his white dick was and calling herself his 'little yellow bitch.' It was funny as hell." I notice Amy pausing for a moment, as if trying to make sense of what she just heard. "But Jake, that doesn't make it okay for you to talk like that, just because they were saying things, it's still offensive to me." She looks over at the door, seeing it's still shut. "Hey, do you mind if I take off my hoodie? It's a little warm in here." "Yeah, no problem - you sure you don't want a beer, I'm gonna get a new one." I stand up and grab a couple beers, handing one to her as I move back to my bed. She unzips her hoodie and carefully takes it off, twisting as she does this and giving me a great view of her medium-sized tits pressing against her thin t-shirt, the outline of her simple bra clearly visible through the thin cotton. Her skin is a nice dark tan contrasting with the white shirt. She twists open the beer and take a long sip, swallowing hard, clearly savoring the ice-cold liquid in the warm room. I watch her for a moment, and she catches my gaze. "What are you looking at?" "Nothing. You just looked like you needed that." "What, the beer?" "Yeah, the beer. You looked like you needed the beer. Like it felt good going down your throat." "Jake, stop it. That's what I'm talking about." She takes another long swig. "You say things like that, and you pretend it's not offensive but it is. We both know what you're really saying. It's going to get you in serious trouble someday." "What? What'd I say? I said you looked like you were enjoying the beer." She manages a slight smile, her cheeks already a little flushed in the typical Asian blush from the alcohol. "That's not exactly what you said, and you know it. You said it looked good going down my throat or whatever. You know exactly what you meant." I smile, "Well, I didn't think you'd even catch it. You're surprising. Most girls just giggle when I say shit like that." "I'm not most girls. And I'm not going to let you get away with saying things like that to me. It's not right, it's offensive and you need to stop." "Why? What's going to happen to me if I keep saying things like that? You think it'll get me fired from my job someday? Hell no. I'm set for life, all I need to do is get my MBA and I'm good to go. It's a free country, I can say whatever the fuck I want." "Well, it's just not right. Men have been using words and language to oppress women for so long. White men especially have been using power and words to keep minorities and women under their collective thumb. Do you really want to keep perpetuating this white male power system?" She's almost three-quarters done with the beer, and she's starting to talk a little louder. "What 'white male power system'? If anything, straight white men are the ones being oppressed in this day and age." "Whatever." She almost literally throws her hands up as she looks away, frustrated. It's pretty funny. I smirk at her, enjoying the toss of her hair as she turns her head, watching as it slides along her neck. Then she turns back to me, taking another giant swig and almost finishing her beer. "How would you like it if everyone treated YOU that way?" "I dunno, no one's ever tried. You want another beer?" Before she can answer, I grab one, twist it open and hand it to her. She takes it without comment and takes a small sip before continuing. "But what if they did? What if I said to you, 'Hey, look, you dumb white jock, why don't you go fuck a sorority girl.'" "Um, that makes no sense. I'd just be like, 'Okay.' I wouldn't be offended." She looks a little flustered. "No, but I mean... but you know, it's still a stereotype, the dumb white jock who just comes to college to sleep with sorority girls and go to work for his dad's company. It's just like you!" "Well yeah, so what? I don't care." "But try to put yourself in my shoes. You're perpetuating stereotypes that are hurtful, when you talk about 'gooks' or 'chinks' or when you act like all Asian girls like being with white men, it just isn't true. It's just a stereotype and it's offensive." She's almost shouting at this point and it's kinda funny. She's downed almost half the second beer and the flush is definitely showing on her tan cheeks. "Stereotypes exist for a reason, don't they? I mean, no one would've invented the idea that all oriental women like white dicks if there wasn't some truth to it, would they?" "That's so ignorant. And stop calling us 'oriental' please. It's 'Asian-American'." "But what if I'm talking about someone from China? They're not 'Asian-American.' " "Fine, yes, if you're talking about a Chinese person, call them Chinese or Asian, just stop saying 'oriental.' 'Oriental' is a carpet, not a person." "Yeah, whatever." Truth be told, I actually thought "oriental" was the PC term, but I guess these people keep changing what they want to be called without telling the rest of us, just to keep everyone guessing. "Anyway, it wouldn't be a stereotype if all 'Asian-American' bitches did not in fact love white cock. Like I said." "Goddd!" She chugs the rest of her beer, almost choking on it as blood rises in her face. "We don't all love white guys, you bastard! My boyfriend is Asian-American and most of my friends date Asian-American men, so what does that say about your stereotypes?" I give her a condescending smile, "I dunno, maybe you and your friends are the exceptions that prove the rule. Or maybe you all know you secretly love white guys, and so you go out of your way to all date Asian guys so no one knows the truth. Which by the way seems pretty racist on your part if you ask me." "Jake, that... that's just silly. That doesn't even make sense!" "Makes sense to me. You know deep down that you love the feel of a big white cock in your mouth, but you wanna be a special snowflake or whatever so you hide it, and go and date some limp-wristed Asian boy instead so no one knows that deep down all you really want is some big white frat boy's dick deep inside that tight yellow pussy." I smile again, my voice calm while I sip smugly away at my beer. "Jake I'm serious, stop talking like that. I don't know why you won't listen to me, I'm trying to help you so please try to understand..." "Tell you what. I'll listen to you, I promise. But only if you take off that stupid t-shirt." Her face suddenly takes on an exaggerated look of indignation. "W-What?" She stammers with a nervous laugh. "Uh yeah, like that's ever going to happen." Her embarrassment gives her away. Any other bitch would've gotten dead serious if she were really upset by the idea. But no, this one was getting excited. Typical slut in denial. "What, what's the problem? It's hot in here, the t-shirt's distracting me with that stupid writing I can't read... and besides you got a sports bra on underneath, I can tell. It's basically just another shirt. I'll listen, I promise." "God!" She stands up and grab another beer from my fridge, opening it and taking a big swallow before placing it down on my desk, spilling it just a little. Then she just glares at me for a while, as if trying to read my expression. But I just stare right back with the same smug confidence, raising my eyebrows expectedly as I take another sip, and that's when she turns away from me and quickly peels the t-shirt off over her head. She drops it on the floor and turns back to me, bringing the beer with her, her free arm crossed over her chest, moving back to her seat next to the bed. All too easy. Her sports bra is white, and actually shows off some decent cleavage. I figured this had less to do with her actual breast size though, which admittedly wasn't bad, but more to do with her top being a size too small. For someone who hated being objectified, she was sure making it easy. She tries to cover herself with her arm while she sips the beer, but after a minute she forgets about it and lowers her arm. Her upper body has a nice tan, probably natural. Her stomach is good and flat but not concave, her body slim but still curved enough where it counts. All in all, not bad for an oriental chick. "Now..." she says with a sigh, "you promised to listen." "Okay, you're right. I'm listening." She drinks again. "So yeah. Everytime you say something like that, about how all Asian-American women love white... 'white cock'... it hurts me, it hurts you... and it just hurts everyone. Don't you see that? All you're doing is perpetuating negative stereotypes about Asian-American women, and that hurts us all." "How does that hurt me?" "Because it makes you part of the stereotype too. It's like saying that all white men like Asian-American women, you know?" "But we do. Or all the white guys I know do. Y'all are fucking hot and every oriental girl I've ever been with has been kinky as fuck too. That's always fun." "Okay, just stop Jake. Stop it. That's just another stereotype. We're not all kinky. And what if a woman does enjoy alternative forms of sexuality? There's nothing wrong with that. Why do men get to do whatever they want sexually, but if a woman does it, she's some kinky slut? How is that fair?" She pushes her hair back from her face and take another big swallow, her face a bit more reddish now as a combination of the alcohol and her fervor. "How is it fair... that men get to fuck any girl they want, white men especially. How come you get to put your big dick in any girl you want and you're more of a man for it? How come I couldn't go around sleeping with every guy I wanted without being labeled a slut? How is that fair?" "I dunno, that's just how it is. Deal with it." "Deal with it? But it's not right, don't you see? What if I wanted to go through this frat house, fucking every guy here? I'd be nothing but a 'gook whore' for all of you to tell stories about." Her voice is more whimsical now, almost as though she's talking to yourself. "So what if I did like white guys? So what? Does that mean I should be labeled and talked about like I'm just another Asian-American woman who enjoys being with white men for some reason?" "Why? Do you?" "I didn't say I did, it was just an example. Stop interrupting me." "But you asked a question." "It was rhetorical, you moron!" "Sorry, I got confused. I guess my stupid oppressive white male brain gets easily confused like that. But I guess that's expected. I mean, everywhere I look I'm being told that white men are the source of all that's evil in the world, why should I be expected to act any different?" She draws a deep breath, takes a sip of the beer, almost finishing her third in less than an hour. She draws her hand down slowly over her face, then pushes it back through her hair, thrusting her tits against her top as she does. She sees me ogling her blatantly as she drinks, and lowers the bottle. "What, is my bra distracting you too? Is it also keeping you from listening now?" "No, actually I was gonna say your jeans are distracting me. Whenever you move in your chair, your legs rub together and they make this scratching noise. It's like nails on a chalkboard to me." She finishes what little is left in her beer and puts the empty bottle down on the floor. "Fine." she hiccups. "Dammit." She stands up and reaches down, unbuttoning her jeans and lowering the zipper in a single smooth motion. Then she hooks her thumbs in the waistband and shimmies her hips, letting the jeans fall loosely off her body, stepping out of them as they hit the floor at her feet. As they do, she kicks off her sandals and step out of them. She stands before me for a moment, wearing nothing but the thin white sports bra and a pair of black satin panties. They're obviously well-worn, but still alluring against her tan skin. Her legs are slim and toned, her skin smooth and clear and her legs closely shaved. She looks down at herself for a quick second then back at me, swearing softly to herself as she moves to the mini-fridge, pulling a fourth beer, opening it and drinking half the bottle in a few seconds. She only stops when she gags, beer spilling from the corners of her mouth, dripping off her chin down onto her bra. She looks like a little girl who just had her first drink, wearing the silly sports bra, so uncomfortable standing there in a man's room in her underwear. It's hilarious. She brushes at the dark spot where the beer stained her bra, looks at me, swears again loudly and then places the beer on the top of the mini-fridge, grabbing the bottom of the bra and lifting it off over her head before I can say a word. Her nipples are brown erasers on her b-cup breasts, creases running underneath each where the seams of her bra pressed into her skin. "Fucking hell," she mutters, again more to herself than to anyone else. She grabs her beer and finishes it, minutes after opening it. She weaves slightly on her feet as she drops the empty bottle on the floor where it slams loudly and rolls intact into a corner. "Fuck." She looks up at me, her skin flushed, her eyes glazed a bit, goosebumps on her bare skin, only her black panties still on her slim body. She stares at me for a moment, takes a step towards me, obviously undergoing some furious internal struggle, then take another step. "Jake, listen. You're so wrong. I want you to know, you offend me... with everything you say. You're a racist, sexist pig. Fuck. I hate you, so much. Everything you stand for, you misogynist fucking pig, I... I hate you." She takes another step towards the bed. "Tell me again... tell me what your friend said to that girl. Tell me what he said to her when she was... when she was sucking his white dick." I sit up on the edge of the bed, staring at her. I then carefully remove her glasses and look her straight in her yearning eyes. "He called her a dirty little chink whore, and said she sucked his cock real good." She groans softly and falls to her knees in front of me, her slim brown fingers clawing at my belt, undoing it and almost ripping open my jeans before finding my cock and pulling it out. Her mouth opens wide and her tongue laps out, licking me, her hand pumping hard and fast on my shaft, moaning deep in her throat as she lowers her mouth onto me, my fat white cock protruding from her small dark lips. She's moaning and grunting as she bobs her head in my lap, drooling down my shaft, her free hand pressing and rubbing below my balls. Her cheeks are flushed, panting and gasping for air each time she pulls off me, leaving the swollen head of my cock pink and glistening with her saliva. I notice I'm still holding her glasses, and so I casually toss them aside into a corner next to a heap of my dirty laundry. I then lean back, resting myself on my hands and watching her furiously bob her head on my crotch, her shining hair sliding around her head. She reaches up and tucks it behind her ears only for it to fall back down around her face again and so she gives up, concentrating on working my cock in her mouth with her tongue, taking me deep and squeezing me with her throat. I reach out and stroke her soft hair gently, grunting, "You're so good at this. You were meant for this. I wish you could see yourself now, with a big white cock in your mouth, drooling all over it, loving it, sucking it like a fucking popsicle on the hottest day of the summer. You look so natural in your element." Social Studies Her eyes furrow, apparently with frustration and annoyance, but in the end all she can do is a moan louder as she sucks me off even harder. "You know why you wear those loose clothes, why you take all those idiotic classes and why you sit with your little oriental friends and talk about hegemony and patriarchy and all that shit? Like I said, it's because deep down, you wanted this. You need this. Deep down, you're just another filthy little yellow whore. Deep down, you just need a white man to make you his, to give you his dick and fuck you like the gook slut that you are, to use you and throw you away when he's done with you." She's groaning loudly now around my swollen cock, tears glistening in her eyes momentarily and then slipping down her tan cheeks. Her tiny fist pumps the base of my cock in time with her mouth dropping hard on my shaft, following it back up around my gleaming head, moaning deep in her throat. Her free hand is on her tiny brown nipples, pinching and rolling them one at a time, leaving red marks on her tits and squeezing them hard. I reach over to the desk where I put my phone after she first called, grabbing it without disturbing her and and quickly turning on the video feature. I then hold it up to record her sucking my cock for all she's worth, moaning and rubbing herself and sucking harder and faster, pumping away like it's the best thing she's ever tasted. She's taking my precum into her throat and rubbing my tip against the back of her mouth, the head of my fat cock bulging obscenely in her cheek as I capture it all on my phone. I continue recording and start talking to her again. "You dumb oriental slut, you think you're too fucking good for this, you think you're changing anything with your stupid speeches, your worthless classes, your shitty books and your dumb little protests? You're not changing shit. And after all that time and effort, here you are, on your knees in a frat house with the evil white man's cock stuffed down your throat. And you fucking love it." Tears continue slipping down her cheeks, but she's sucking me even harder, her moans reverberating on my dick. I record for a few seconds more, then with one hand send a mass text to some of my brothers. A couple minutes later, the door swings open, and two of my brothers, Tyler and Brent stand in the door. They're roommates from down the hall. They step inside and almost lose it, laughing out loud and high-fiving one another. "Fucking A!" yells Tyler, and Brent steps out into the hallway and yells, "Yo check it out, Tail-Dog's in here getting his knob polished by some chink hooker!" I feel Amy's body lurch upwards, her head flying up off my dick and a string of saliva clinging between her lower lip and the head of my cock. There's panic in her eyes and tears streaming down her cheeks as she tries to get up, but I just as quickly place one hand on her shoulder and the other on the back of her head, calmly but firmly pushing her back where she belongs, down to her knees. Her mouth descends on my cock and I push her head down until she chokes just a bit on me, gagging, and only then do I relax but continue to firmly apply pressure to the back of her head. "Don't do that. You're where you're supposed to be now. You know it, I know and they know it. There's absolutely nothing wrong about what you're doing. This is where you're supposed to be and you're only just now allowing yourself to accept it. Believe me, you'll feel better after this, but only if you do as I say." She shakes her head a bit, or tries to as best she can with my cock in her mouth and my hand pressing down on her head, but all she's able to accomplish is to groan softly. Meanwhile, another brother comes to the door. It's Travis. "Besides, I've got video. Right now it's only a few of my close friends watching. You try to stop now, the whole campus will see it. You network, right? You're probably friends with your family, maybe a little brother or sister. Your parents... maybe even a nice old Vietnamese grandmother that they slaved to bring over here so she could have a better life? Well you stop now and she's going to see her sweet little gook granddaughter slurping down on some fat white dick just like she probably had to do for my grandpappy during the war. So don't fucking stop, not until I tell you." She sobs softly with her eyes shut tight, her mouth still draped on my cock, her little shoulders trembling, but she resumes sucking harder and faster, her head shaking and her hair flying as her mouth moves up and down my thick shaft. Saliva and tears fall from her face as she sucks and pumps my dick. Soon her hand is back on her nipples, pinching and squeezing. Soon she's forgotten all about the small group standing in the doorway watching, their own camera phones out and recording her. She sucks faster and faster, moaning louder as her hand drops between her legs to move inside her black panties, doubtlessly soaked by now. I can see her shoulder moving, her arm muscles flexing as she rubs herself hard, fingering her cunt as she sucks a big white cock for the first time in her life. Then I catch Tyler's eye, and he's got a question on his face, and I nod. He sets up his phone on the desk so that it's pointed at her back, still recording, and then he moves behind her. I lay back on the bed so she has to stand up a bit and bend over me to continue sucking. I see her hand pushed deep down in her panties, her fingers obviously up inside her body, her little eraser-tip nipples budding and her black hair a total mess. Tyler takes advantage of the opportunity, moving behind her and yanking her panties down off her bottom, down to her knees and then to her feet before she can even react. When she does, it's a soft shriek, muffled by my cock in her mouth, and she gags hard on me until she gets the message. She barely hears Tyler unzipping his shorts before suddenly feeling the head of his manhood rubbing hard up against her sex, followed by the fullness of his hard white shaft pushing past her glistening brown pussy lips, her unsteady fingers moving up to rub her clit as his fat Aryan cock reams her tight little oriental slit. She pulls her mouth off my dick just long enough to moan and wince like a yellow bitch in heat. Her knees buckle hard, and it doesn't take me long to I realize she's cumming on Tyler's prick. I push her head back down on mine, thrusting up hard into her mouth until I feel myself explode, feeling her sobs shake her body, her legs collapsing beneath her as she slips off Tyler's cock, her brown pussy soaking the floor as she cums hard. My hot semen fills her mouth and throat as my hand presses her down on me, not allowing her to escape, forcing her to swallow again and again, forcing my cum down her throat. She takes it like a champ, and the look in her eyes is one of pure gratitude. I don't know whether she's thankful to be taking my spunk or relieved that it's over... but I hope for her sake that it's the former, because this is far from over. When she's swallowed every drop of my seed, I push her up off me and stand up, pulling my jeans closed around my gleaming dick. She lies there naked in my room with the four of us looking down at her with her panties still around her ankles, her brown pussy lips glistening and swollen, her nipples still hard and raw and her clit visible through the thin covering of wiry black pubic hair just above her pussy. Every inch of her is the picture of arousal, newly awakened and as of yet unsatisfied. Tyler is the first to move. He hasn't had his release and so he moves to take my place on the bed, sitting on the edge with his throbbing cock still exposed. He looks at Amy expectantly, and she looks at me. I nod. Soon enough, she's back on her knees and sucking Tyler off like pro as he leans back on the bed, letting his cock stand up straight from his pelvis. She's got her mouth lowered on him, her throat well lubricated with my load, sucking him deep, hard and fast while working the base of his cock with her fingers, dropping a fingertip below his balls and rubbing him there as if by instinct. After less than a minute, she has him bucking his hips off the bed, groaning and grunting as he fills her mouth with cum, emptying himself down her throat. I smile down at her, and she looks into my eyes as she swallows. Tyler stands, puts his softening dick away and grabs his phone on his way out. Just as quickly, Brent and Travis try to take his place, bumping into each other in the doorway like a couple of retards. They're eventually seated at the edge of the bed though and as quickly as possible, their cocks are out, hard and thick and swollen at the heads, and Amy places a hand on each of their shafts, pumping both of them simultaneously. As they begin groaning, she moves her mouth to Brent's head, lowering her throat onto him, once, twice, then pulling off and moving to Travis' dick, still pumping Brent as she does this, sucking each one in turn, back and forth. The air in the room is thick now as the sound of her slurping gets louder and louder. I can see her clenching and squeezing her legs together as she works both their dicks, her thighs desperately trying to get some stimulation to her clit. Being the generous guy that I am, I decide to help her along by sliding my foot under her ass, slowly nudging it up against her hot yellow slit. I remember hearing somewhere that Asians don't like being touched with other people's feet, something about them being the lowest part of the body or disrespectful or whatever. If this one minds it though, she isn't showing it as she eagerly gyrates her hips and grinds her pussy against the top of my big toe. As much as she's enjoying it though, it's taking her longer to get Brent and Travis off than it took with Tyler, with both of them taking up her attention. I figure it's time to remind her why she's here. I can tell she's getting tired, so I get behind her, straddling her and pushing her head down hard on Travis's cock, forcing her to gag on him. "Do a proper fucking job, whore. Stop half-assing it. This is all you're good for so make it count." Travis smiles and then groans as she sucks him hard, her fist still pumping around Brent's shaft. My fingers curl in her gleaming black hair, pulling her head up and down on Travis, setting a rhythm for her, leaning down to grunt in her ear, "I said do it right, make my buddy feel good you little slant bitch. You're going to embarrass me if you fuck this up. Do you have any idea how it's gonna look in this house if I bring home the only slope on campus who can't suck a dick?" I can hear her whimpering and sobbing around his cock but she sucks harder, faster, moving both hands to his dick. Soon Travis is thrusting his hips hard against her face as he grunts and fills her mouth. "Swallow it all, gook." She obeys me, and Travis gives me a high-five as he leaves her coughing on the floor. She turns and looks at me lustfully, pleadingly, her cheeks streaked with hot tears, saliva and cum on her lips, her hair a mess. I reach out and run a fingertip along her jaw line for a brief moment, looking into her exhausted eyes, stroking her face gently, and then I smile at her and push her down on Brent, who's still hard, and he moans as her mouth closes around him. I stand over her the whole time, forcing her head down whenever she seem to be tiring, gagging her on him twice, encouraging her in her ear, telling her what a good little oriental slut she's being, how proud I am of her and how proud she should be of herself and how jealous all her stupid gook friends are going to be when they find out what she's been doing. "All those mouthy cunts in your bullshit 'Whatever Studies' classes are going to hate you, they're going to be so fucking jealous and they're going to despise you because deep down you're doing exactly what they want to be doing. You, sucking the cock of any white man who wants it, taking dick after glorious dick, taking the cum of all these guys who are gonna leave here and takes jobs on Wall Street and continue fucking over everyone else, just like their fathers and their grandfathers. And all you're doing is giving them a story to tell their sons about the gook cunt that sucked them all off on the same night. Everyone who hears about this is going to know you're just another in a long, long line of horny little yellow fuck machines with a craving for powerful Caucasian dick." She groans loudly and her fingers press on that same spot below Brent's balls until he finally finishes, spurting hard inside her mouth. I can see his cock swelling in her hand as his cum surges through his shaft and down her throat, and I can see her swallow hard, once, three times, trying to take him all down. He finally gets up after a minute, zips his pants and gives me a quick bro shake before taking off. We're alone again. I pass her a half-empty beer, now warm, and she takes a huge gulp, almost choking but finally getting it down, trying to clean her mouth and throat. She lies back down on the floor, still naked with her brown pussy lips gleaming, her chest heaving, her mouth gasping for air and her face exhausted and sweaty. She looks pathetic, like she's at her most vulnerable and that's when I make my final move. I extend my hand and say "Come with me." She looks up at me curiously at first, and then slowly takes my hand. I pull her to her feet and then slowly lead her by the arm into the bathroom where I turn on the water, warm and steady. I undress myself and step into the shower, adjusting the water a bit before guiding her in with me. It's warm but not too hot, just a bit warmer than the air. It streams down over our naked bodies and slides down our skin, her tan Asian figure tight and busty next to my strong white pecs. My limbs are like tree trunks next to hers, her body almost disappearing as I wrap my arms around her and pull her against me, kissing her softly under the water and feeling her silky black hair dampen under the stream, clinging to her neck and shoulders. Our tongues meet and she moans softly as she feels my shaft harden against her thighs. We kiss under the water for what seems like hours, her naked body against mine, hands roaming, exploring one another, feeling her soft thighs pressing against me, my fingers gently probing at her back, massaging the muscles that have been so tense, kissing her neck and shoulders. The tip of her tongue flicks at my earlobe, her mouth gasping each time my fingertips find a sensitive spot. It feels as if I know every inch of her intimately, touching and tasting her everywhere and possessing her entirely. My lips find hers again, hungrily, and I feel her small body, wet and slick, pressing against mine. I move my hands underneath her ass, feel its softness and the underlying muscle tone, and lift her up easily so that she can wrap her smooth legs around my hips. I step forward quickly so that her back is up against the cool tile wall of the shower, just out of the water. She reaches up over her head and grasps the towel rack as I move my hips below her. I leave one hand on her hip, supporting her weight easily while my other hand grips my manhood and guides it to her cunt lips, grunting loudly in the enclosed space as I slide easily up into her, filling her in a single stroke as she cries out, burying her face in my shoulder. Neither of us moves for the longest time, barely even breathing, both of us savoring the feeling of her warm moist pussy squeezing around my hard throbbing cock as it pushes inside her. Finally, I thrust up hard and she lets out a muffle cry against my body. I continue fucking her this way until I feel her kissing my shoulder and neck as I push up into her tiny body again and again, our mouths finding one another and kissing hard. Our tongues move wildly against one another as her small hips grind hard against mine. My hands tighten on her soft bottom, squeezing and moving her on me, stepping backwards just enough so that she's still gripping the bar over her head but her torso is away from the wall. I'm pushing hard now against her pelvis, spreading her slim legs as I thrust into her, looking down to watch as my ivory shaft moves in and out of her dark brown pussy lips over and over. I look back up into her dark eyes, our primal gazes locking as we fuck hard and slow until I can no longer stand it. I stroke once more into her, our bodies pressed together tightly in the steam-filled shower, holding her tight against me as I thrust again, slow, deep, with sometimes seconds between strokes, and then again as she cries out, the tension building between each thrust. I continue like this until her hips buck hard and she kisses me as we cum together, kissing feverishly as we finish and slowly collapse under the water streaming down over our bodies, washing us clean. Tyler may have gotten first fuck but I know I'm the one she'll remember most, which makes what I'm about to do all the sweeter. Eventually we dry off and Amy starts fixing herself up in the mirror, and I take a moment to admire her tits as she bends forward slightly. After we're out of the bathroom, she wastes no time collecting her clothes and getting dressed. I still finish first obviously, requiring only a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. I watch as she takes a seat at the edge of my bed, adjusting her sports bra and slipping into her panties. She eventually notices my gaze and decides to break the awkward silence. "I still can't believe I did that. My boyfriend would fucking kill me if he found out..." There's humor in her tone, but it's obvious she's just in a hurry to get as far away from this place as possible. I say nothing though, so she continues. "Listen, Jake... I think we both learned a little something about ourselves tonight but--" "Why are you getting dressed?" I finally ask. "What?" "I didn't say you could get dressed yet, slut. Keep your fucking clothes off, or did you forget I still have that video on my phone?" "Jake, enough already, I'm trying to be serious. I know I was drunk and I did something stupid and you and your friends had your little fun at my expense, but it's over now. So I would really, really appreciate if you would just del--" "You have no idea how much I really don't care what you would 'appreciate' right now. And I'm dead serious. Stand the fuck up and take your fucking clothes off before I take them off myself and throw them out the window." The sudden forcefulness in my voice takes her by surprise and her eyes start welling up again as it dawns on her that she might be in deeper trouble than she thought. Her eyes flash briefly at my phone and I know right away what she's thinking. "Don't be stupid. You know that's not the only one you need to be worrying about. The only thing keeping your porn debut from going viral is a word from me to keep things in-house. Now strip, whore. I won't ask you again." Her expression has hurt and confusion written all over it, but I just raise my eyebrows expectedly as if she's the one that owes me for my trouble. Finally, without any grace, she pulls her sports bra back off before standing up to slip out of her panties. Within seconds, she's standing before me as naked as she was five minutes earlier, her chest heaving as she sniffles and tries and fight back the tears. "Now spread your legs and put your hands behind your head. Do anything I don't like and your life is over. Understand?" For a second she looks like she's about to cry again. After a brief pause though, she sucks it up, nods curtly and assumes the position, parting her feet slightly and clasping her hands behind her head as I walk over to her, eyeing her up and down, my smug expression and overconfidence in deep contrast with her tense nakedness. She feels me run my hands along up her soft tummy, shuddering as I make my way to her breasts and wincing as I twist her brown eraser head nipples. I don't waste time being gentle, a quick slap between her thighs lets her know to spread herself wider for me. Her eyes are shut now but I never once look away, savoring her hot breath against my lips even as I push two fingers past her brown pussy lips into her quivering Asian cunt. Not surprisingly, despite her current humiliation, her pussy is soaking wet. I get a good sniff of her hair as I continue finger-fucking her, her expression being one of shame and desperation, but also intense arousal as she bites her lower lip and grinds her hips harder into my hand. Finally, I pull my fingers out from her soaking cunt and I'm once again treated to a view of those exotic almond-shaped eyes of hers, now wide open and pleading for release. She looks as though she's about to lose consciousness but still she manages to speak. It's almost a whisper but I catch every word.