Three weeks passed before Rachel and Jenny could meet up for drinks after work. Rachel and been working on a big trial with her coworkers and Jenny had been on a business trip to Hong Kong. They met up at a bar with a large terrace that offered a two-for-one during happy hours.
Jenny was already seated with a drink in front of her when Rachel arrived. She had picked a corner table away from the rest of the crowd who preferred to sit closer to the bar.
“Hey! Finally, we can meet. It’s been such a long time,” said Rachel and kissed her friend on the cheek. She lingered a bit longer breathing in Jenny’s perfume and skin lotion.
“God, yes. How did it go with the trial?”
Rachel sat down. “We won, of course.”
“Humble as always.”
“It was a team effort and it paid off. How was your trip?”
“Good, productive but I ate way too much.”
There was a silence. Neither had spoken much about what had happened in the cabin on the drive back to the city. Jenny had left a couple of days later and by then Rachel was deep into trial preparation.
“So, I was thinking about what we talked about, if you remember,” said Rachel and signaled to the cute waiter that she wanted the same as Jenny.
“You mean the threesome?”
“Yes. Fuck, I haven’t had sex since you and I did and it’s way too long ago.”
Jenny had hoped Rachel would invite her home since she lived close by but that didn’t seem to be what her friend was after.
“Ok, and what’s the plan? Pick some dude off a dating app and fuck?”
“No, I have a better Idea. During the trial, I met a paralegal. His name is Marcus, he is about our age, maybe a bit younger, and black as the night.”
Jenny looked at her with curiosity. “You mean an Afro-American?”
“Yes, a black dude.”
“You think just because he is black, he has a big dong?”
“Ha! You might think that was the case but I heard a couple of secretaries at the court gossip about him. One of the other secretaries had gone on a date with his guy and the next day, she was telling them what a huge cock he had.”
Jenny laughed. “Wow, secretaries do talk a lot.”
“They sure do and now we have our guy.”
Rachel’s drink arrived which gave Jenny a moment to think things through. She had never been with a black man before. The only minority dude she had fucked was a Chinese guy she had met on vacation in San Fransico. Cool guy and all, but the sex wasn’t amazing. She didn’t mind minority guys, but to be honest, in her profession where she met most of the guys she slept with were pretty white.
“Have you been with an Afro-American guy before,” asked Rachel after trying her drink.
“No, I was just thinking about that, I haven’t.”
“Oh, how cool is that? It would be a new experience for both of us.”
“I guess. I mean, a cock is a cock, it doesn’t matter the color of it.”
“True, but I find it exciting thinking about that black thing sliding in and out of my pink pussy.”
After Rachel had been with Tom and lost her virginity, she had taken up to using foul language a lot. Before that, she was all well-spoken, but since then it was pussy, cock, asshole, and so on. It had taken Jenny a while to get used to it.
“Fine, so what’s the plan here?”
Rachel rubbed her palms together and grinned. “I got his number and we talked briefly about meeting for drinks. All I have to do is call him and tell him I’m bringing a friend.”
“And then what? Hey, Marcus, would you like to fuck both of us?”
“Yes, what’s wrong with that?”
“Honey, I know you don’t have much experience mixing work with sex, but let me tell you. This town might be big, but in the circles you, I, and this Marcus dude move in, is quite small. We don’t want to end up being the town sluts. It could ruin our reputation.”
“Shit, I guess you are right. What then?” said Rachel in frustration.
“Can we agree we want a black guy?”
“Sure, I’m down for that.”
“Ok, the other day I had to take some papers over to a client and while I was driven across town, I saw one of those centers for immigrants. You know, where they go to get help with the immigration status, can get signed up for classes and such.”
“Sure, what about it?”
“The one I saw seemed to be for immigrants from Africa.”
A smile grew on Rachel’s face. “You are a smart girl, of course, those guys have no idea who we are, or where we work, and they don’t mix with the people we know. But, what about the language barrier, STD, and whatnot?”
Jenny shrugged her shoulders. “How hard can it be, point at his dick, then at us, and make fucking moves. We will use condoms.”
“C’mon, a fucking condom? How lame is that? When I fuck, I want to feel the dude’s skin against mine, and how his cock begins to jerk, and then that hot cum deep in my pussy.”
Jenny sighed. Again, with the language. She was glad no one heard them. “Look, I care about my pussy and my health. I don’t want to get some STD from some dude who might have stuck his dick in everything from Tanzania to here or wherever he came from. If you want to take that risk, that’s fine with me.”
Rachel sipped on her drink and lit a cigarette. This was something new she had begun to do, smoking. She had never smoked before. Rachel cleared her throat and blew out a couple of smoke rings. “I get it and I agree. We have to be careful. But, are you on or not?”
Jenny thought for a moment. She knew Rachel would do it anyway, it didn’t matter what she said so she might as well go along and get fucked while keeping her friend safe. “I’m on.”
A couple of days later Jenny picked up Rachel outside her work in her BMW M3. They had decided over the phone to cruise the area where Jenny had seen the shelter and hopefully come across some guy willing to fuck them. They were both dressed for the occasion and their coworkers had commented on their tight short dresses and heels. Both had said they had a date later that evening. Rachel was dressed in black while Jenny had a cream-colored dress. Their makeup was heavier than normal and there was plenty of perfume.
“Ok, here we go,” said Rachel as Jenny turned the corner onto a smaller street. It was lined with low-slung buildings, mostly car shops, and a few other businesses. At the next intersection, they saw a sign on a building saying there was a center for immigrants. Jenny slowed down and they rolled passed the main entrance. Outside several men and women loitered, talking, laughing, and going in and out of the building.
“See anyone interesting?” asked Jenny who was concentrating on her driving. It was tough on her left foot since it controlled the heavy clutch of the car and she had to switch from first to second gear often or the car would sound too much.
“What about him? Over there, red shirt, black jeans,” said Rachel.
Jenny looked to the sidewalk where the man was walking towards them. He looked to be in his thirties, with very short-cropped hair and the color of milk chocolate. “Too white.”
“Agree. I want one who is so dark, I can’t see him when the light is turned off,” said Rachel and Jenny laughed.
“I don’t think that comment is very PC and would fly in a more social setting.”
“Fuck that, I’m with you.”
“Oh shit, oh fuck, fuck!”
Rachel turned from watching the sidewalk to her friend who was staring ahead. “What’s going on?”
“You see that red car up ahead, that’s the same car a woman at work drives.”
“So, it could be anyone.”
“Nah, that’s a $250,000 Ferrari, not your average Toyota and she is driving towards us.”
Rachel watched the low-slung sports car as it slowly came towards them. The woman inside was watching the sidewalk on her side just like Jenny and Rachel. She hadn’t noticed them yet and with some luck, she might just drive by. They weren’t that lucky. A second later the woman faced forward and she was now close enough there was no way she wouldn’t see Jenny. The woman in the car was a brunette with white skin and large brown eyes who stared at them.
“Shit, she is slowing down,” said Jenny with panic in her voice.
“Calm down, play it cool. Say we are here to drop off some clothes for the shelter.”
The red Ferrari slowed down even more and when it was alongside them it stopped. Jenny checked her rear-view mirror and sadly there were no cars behind her. She lowered her window.
“Oh my God, it is you, Jenny. I thought I recognized the car.”
“Hey, Alice. How nice to see you. Are you also here to drop things off at the shelter? Those poor people need all the help they can get. Just imagine what they have gone through.”
Rachel was impressed by her friend’s performance and she was sure the other woman would fall for it.
“Oh, is that what you two call it, dropping off clothes? Well, I for one love to drop my clothes for one of these hotties.”
Jenny was completely confused and didn’t know what to say. “What?”
“Oh, c’mon, you two are here for some black cock, right. Shit, I got hooked on that during a vacation in Jamaica last year. I figured it was better to pick someone up here than around work you know, the gossip.”
“Yeah, right, well, best of luck Alice. I’ll see you at work.”
As the Ferrari slowly moved on Jenny breathed out. “Wow, that was a surprise.”
“Who was she?”
“Her name is Alice; she is a senior executive where I work. Two floors above me which explains the car. Anyway, we are safe, if she is fucking men here, she will keep quiet.”
“Cool. Talking about fucking. I’m getting restless and my pussy needs cock. Let’s just pick one and get it on.”
They drove around the block three more times until Rachel called out. “Stop, there, he is just perfect.”
Jenny looked where her friend was pointing and when she saw him, she nodded in agreement. He was dressed in jeans, white tennis shoes, and a blue button-down shirt. A bit better than most of the others. He leaned against a chain-linked fence and was reading a book.
“Hi, do you speak English?” said Rachel very slowly when they had stopped in front of him.
He looked up and smiled. “A little. Are you lost?”
“No, no, as a matter of fact, we would like to ask you something. Come here.”
The man looked around and then came closer. He was a big dude, well over six feet with broad shoulders and a thick neck. “What’s your name?” asked Jenny when he leaned against the car with his hand on the roof.
“It's a long name, you can’t pronounce it, but you can call me John.”
His accent was strong and there was a sexy melody to it thought Rachel. “So, John, this might seem a bit strange but would you like to go on a date with us?”
He looked to the right and then to the left. “Why do you want to date me, you don’t know me?”
Jenny was becoming nervous by now; they had been in the area and her car stuck out like a sore thumb. “Look buddy, all we are asking is if you want to have sex with us?”
John’s smile turned into a grin. “Ah, you white ladies want to try some big African cock, is that it?”
Rachel sighed. “Yeah, that’s right. By the way, do you have a big one?”
John laughed, it was a deep and kind laugh that warmed the two women. “Yes, I do.”
“Sorry to ask, but are you clean, like have you been STD tested?” asked Jenny and received an elbow from Rachel.
“Sorry for my friend, she can be a bit rude sometimes.”
John smiled and his white teeth stood out against the black skin. “In a matter of fact, they do test us here,” he said pointing at the center just a few hundred yards away.
A woman and a man came walking towards them, obviously a couple since they held hands. As they approached, they said something to John in a language the girls didn’t understand. John answered and the couple laughed.
“Sorry, we are from the same village. What do I get out of this?” he said when the couple had walked away.
Jenny turned to Rachel and mouthed the word money and Jenny nodded. Turning back to John Rachel said, “I don’t know, what would you like?” Offering money for sex in their city was illegal so she didn’t want to do it openly.
John sucked on his lower lip and scratched his head. “I have never fucked two white women so that is something I have always wanted to do. Let’s just call it even.”
Rachel sighed with relief; she would have felt terrible having to pay the man. “Great, hop in, and let’s go. We have a hotel room booked.”
They drove away from the area and Jenny was glad they did. She hadn’t seen anyone she knew after Alice had left and it was just the three of them now. Her best friend Rachel and a man from Africa who knew nothing about them. She had checked into the hotel before picking up Rachel so when they arrived at the hotel which was on the outskirts of the town she drove right into the garage and parked. From there they took the elevator up to the fifth floor. They walked past an older gentleman who was trying to get his key card into the slot but his hands were trembling with age. Rachel stopped and helped him and he thanked her profusely.