Black is the new Black

By Anna Foxx Alexandria
(Ded. to a special someone you know who you are)

Regina Campbell felt like she was on top of the world. She had just graduated from high school the week before and was on the way to her new job. She walked through the slums to get to the bus stop. The red dirt caking slightly on the sides of her shoes. Tin roofs flapping in the wind.

She had gotten the job at Pandora Holdings Ltd. After a stressful interview with a good looking woman in a gray hound’s-tooth suit dress. The woman had introduced herself as Ms. Jackson. The woman, although she was young, screamed refinement and Regina had been rattled as she tried to use her best English and most fluent business speech. Debits. Credits. Accounts owing, she prattled through accounting 101 and seemed to impress the seriously suited woman.

It turned out that her Grade 12 accounting classes were useless however as the job seemed to mainly consist of her organizing heavy boxes of files in the back rooms of the office or briefly filling in at the front desk. Ms. Jackson insisted that Regina dress up nicely despite her lowly tasks and gave her money to buy new work clothes. Regina was happy about this as well the offices were located within an expensive part of Kingston and she got to smile at the young men on the way to their own offices in freshly pressed suits.

They of course smiled back as she was young, pretty and always wearing short skirts, white blouses and high white socks, the de rigeur uniform that Ms. Jackson had enforced on her. Regina suddenly felt that she was part of an exclusive multi block club, and she was.

Gone were the ghetto characters of her youth. Men that lived and died hungry. Children begging and selling chicklets. Although she did have to walk past them every evening as she came home from work.

“Whatagwan, precious. What is you all dressed up fo?”

It was Charlie the neighbourhood pimp. A man so convinced of his own undeniable wit that he prattled all day long to anyone that would listen. Mostly he spoke of money filled dreams to young pretty girls and of darker fantasies to rich older men. Charlie had turned out girls she knew and Regina had tried to avoid him since she had turned sixteen.

“Well lazy Charlie, some people got to work for a living don’t you know.” Her patios came back strong as she tried to get rid of this creep.

Charlies eyes flashed, the next words he said would not be nice.
“You should be workin dis dick little girl. I know you punany smell nice. You could make a hundred dollars a night working fe me.”
This was more than she made in a week but then she would have to deal with characters like Charlie. A fate worse than death.

She went to bed early and woke up at 5, put on her getup, and got out the door. She arrived at work at six, shortly after Ms. Jackson. She did not think it wise to be earlier than the secretary who ruled her fate. The strange thing about Ms. Jackson was that she not only bought Regina clothes but made her try them on as well.

She would sit there like a disgraced fashion designer and try out new combinations on Regina. Always skirts, socks and blouses but with new patterns, lengths and combos for every day of the week. Sometimes she made Regina wear embarrassing outfits like fuck me boots and booty shorts, daisy dukes, hot pants or old fashioned lingerie. She never left Ms. Js office in these clothes though, only in short skirts, white blouse and white socks. The skirts seemed to be getting much shorter as the weather warmed up and Regina felt very fashionable. Then something happened that she did not know how to handle.

They were in a usual dressing session in the her office before the business day began at 8. And Ms. Jackson was being very nice. The kept up the banter until Ms. Jackson made a strange request.

“Can I adjust your bra?”

She said this matter of factly so Regina did not feel polite in refusing. Ms. Jackson stepped to wards her slipped her hand inside her shirt and cupped ample breast. She started to squeeze and jiggle it lightly as she looked straigt into Regina’s eyes. This was very awkward for Regina so she stared at the floor waiting for else something to happen. What happened was that Ms. Jackson then put her face down into her excessive cleavage and stayed there for a couple of seconds breathing slowly.

At this point Regina was positive that she was being sexually harassed. Ms. Jackson didn’t seem so bad but she felt that it was a slippery slope if she let the woman do more to her, so she tried to push away. Ms. J laughed and pushed her down into a leather chair.

“Please Ms. Jackson, I don’t like girls.”

“Please, call me Livia. We are both businesswomen yes? What if we helped each other out in this man’s world?”

The sentiment was noble but as she said it Ms. J was sliding up her hand up Regina’s inner thigh.

“If you make me happy I can help you. We will always be friends, I bet you are you are a virgin.” As she said this she slid her fingers into Regina’s wet traitorous pussy.

Regina felt her resistance breaking, and instead of replying to this forward accusation, she made a whimpering sound and closed her eyes. It was easier to stay in the chair and ride this out. Especially because Ms. Jackson seemed to know what she was doing and Regina’s face was going numb.

After Ms. Jackson had finished with her, she straightened up, cast her a disapproving look and told her to get dressed. The rest of the day passed uneventfully.

Regina did not fully enjoy being another person’s plaything but her options were somewhat limited. She could give up her nice job in the posh neighbourhood or she could let Ms. Jackson do what she wanted to her. Ms. Jackson for her part didn’t treat her that badly. Some days she paid for a full makeover, nails, hair, purses, shoes, new lingerie. Other days she made her eat pussy.

The strange thing was that the two women had actually started to become friends. Bound together in this isolated outpost of a mining company there were few other people to talk to throughout the day. Deliveries were made in the morning and afternoon by young men in khakis. Regina chatted up the delivery men as long as she could. It was either them or Richard and he was so boring as to be unmentionable.

Richard was a sad old white dude who sat all day in his office receiving packages. Ms. Jackson went in to his office frequently, this was when Regina had to run the front desk, but he never came out. Once or twice he had mumbled something to her but she could never make it out. The problem was that Richard was the actual owner of the company so she tried her best to understand what he was saying. Sometimes she had the feeling that he was trying to hit on to her. He never quite made it happen though.

When Regina had been at Pandora for a month she got a raise. This would have been a happy occasion but Ms. Jackson seemed upset. Richard, she explained, was an old man and he was probably going to sell the company soon and close their office. Regina responded to this calmly but her heart sank. One month of security and now this? She had started to hug Ms. Jackson when she heard the words.

“You should go in there and suck his dick. Make him reconsider.”

Regina held onto Ms. Jackson a little bit longer, mostly because she did not want to look her in the face. She stood there silently and considered what was being asked of her. Ms. Jackson put Reginas face in her hands and made her look into her eyes.

“What do you think I do in that office?”

Regina had considered this in passing, laughing at the thought of Richard’s wrinkly, old, white balls in Ms. Jackson’s mouth.

“This company is on it’s last legs and we need to keep it going girl. I think we could get a local buyer and start to run it ourselves. Richard is useless anyway and I know the business. We just need to hang on long enough to find a buyer, I’ll cut you in.”

Again Ms. Jackson was giving her a girl power pep talk, these were usually followed by sexual advances. This time however none came and Ms. Jackson merely walked her to Richards office door and pushed her inside.

Part Two

Giving a blowjob to Richard proved as uneventful as talking to the man so her thoughts managed to sail away into a sea of dicks she would rather be sucking. Denzel Washington, Usaine Bolt, Tyrese, any NBA player except for white point-guards, these were all standard.

He finished in her mouth. She swallowed quickly and left.
Ms. Jackson seemed to be impressed with her and hailed her like a hero when she got back to the lobby. It was all she could do to keep from crying.

Ms. Jackson seemed to sense this and took her into her own office for tea and crumpets. Even Ms. J’s snacks were classy. Regina saw another side of her now though, one so desperate to maintain her current status level that she would do anything. Regina wondered if Ms. J was from the ghetto as well and the strong English accent she used had been learned only in order to advance herself in her work.

Ms. J never let on to her origins however and preferred to be politely private in both male and female company. “A lady never tells.” Was one of her favourite and most cliché rejoinders.
After this incident had passed Ms. J left Regina alone for the most part. Except for the long conversations they had on breaks over cups of tea, she was ignored. Regina realized later that this time had been the calm before the storm.

She arrived on a Monday and found movers taking art and furniture out into a truck on the street. She found Ms. Jackson in her office clutching a handkerchief to her mouth like a Carribean Scarlett Ohara. She had no pep talks for Regina at this time. They both just sat in her office holding hands while they waited for the noises outside to stop.

Although Livia did not have any more big plans to tell Regina, she had negotiated a separation package for them both. Livia whispered the details into Regina’s ear, and Regina was not surprised at it. It was so much worse than anything Livia had asked her to do before, but she was acutely aware now that Livia had very few morals when it came to survival. Livia told her what the stakes were, Regina did not protest, and they began to prepare.

Regina walked over to Livia and layed across her legs as thghe she was about to be spanked. That was not part of the plan however and Livia rummaged around in her desk, looking for something else. A small pink dildo that she quickly slid into Regina’s ass with a dollop of numbing cream. Clearly she had done this before. Regina grimaced as Livia worked the dildo. It didn’t go on for long however before the dildo was replaced by a thick black butt plug with Ostrich feathers stuck into it.

There seemed to be no end to her shame as she walked stiffly up the office hall naked except for the night mask over her eyes and the giant starched satin bow that Olivia had tied around her waist. In addition to this humiliation Livia had tied a ribbon around her throat and was leading her like a dog.

When they walked into his office Richard seemed to already know what was happening. He went from staring at a monitor on his desk to quickly shuffling through his main desk drawer. Livia made her wait kneeling down in front of Richard’s desk while they worked out the details. When they were done Olivia left with some hard cash and two quickly written cheques.

Easy for you thought Regina as she heard her go. Richard didn’t stand on ceremony as he walked over to her and put his dick in her mouth without taking the night mask off. She let him fuck her face long enough for his little gummy worm of a penis to get hard and then set about deep-throating him as Livia had taught her to do using a banana. Regina was glad for his lack of size however when he pulled her to her feet and lead her over to his desk by her ribbon leash. He pushed her down onto the desk face first and slowly removed the butt plug. Only when his cock was deep in her ass did he take off her blindfold.

What she saw surprised her. First the fully body photos she had done for Livia when she first came to the company. Then she saw crystal clear photos of her undressing in Livias office. Had she been on camera this whole time?. Was she being recorded now? She realized that Richard had monitors on his desk showing the hallway, the front desk and the inside of Livias office. Now she knew what he had been doing in his office all this time. Watching her give Livia head while being dressed and undressed, befriended, and ultimately groomed for the moment she was experiencing right now. Being ass-fucked by father time.

She tried to her head to see if there was a camera in the room but Richard pushed her face back into the worn leather desktop. She started to push back into Richard and give little yelps of pain that she thought would make him cum. This backfired when the noises inspired him to grab her hips and fuck her twice as hard. Now her cries of pain were real. As she bobbed sideways across the desktop, her thighs slamming into it’s bevelled edge, she managed to sweep the top photos onto the floor and was suddenly staring into a black and white photo of her own face. Livias pussy was in her mouth and she looked surprised. She swept this photo off the desk and started to cry.

This seemed to be the ticket for old Richard and he promptly came into her ass like the sociopath that he was. He then pulled out walked around the desk and stuck it back in her mouth. It didn’t taste great. He fucked her face as she lay on desk. After he came on her face and mouth he zipped up his pants, grabbed a briefcase, put on his hat, mumbled something that sounded appreciative, slapped her ass and left. By 8 O’Clock that night he was on a plane to his fat wife back in Wisconsin, polishing his story about the medical emergency that had kept him in Jamaica for so long.

Regina lay there for a while after he left and then spit cum all over the photos on the desk. She shakily pulled herself together while wiping off her face. She felt like crying again but didn’t want to give Richard the honour. Livia had left her a bag of work clothes and she slowly pulled them on while cursing the woman that had left them. Livia had also left half of the cash that Richard had given her and Regina threw it into her purse without counting it.

“Good evenin Ms. Campbell” Richie the doorman said, for what she knew was the last time. She was wearing large sunglasses and she tried to smile back at him. Her face crumpled and she stiffly turned and limped away from the building.

When she got back to her neighbourhood she couldn’t let Charlie and the other lowlifes see her in this state of defeat. She gathered her dignity and tried to walk past them as though she wasn’t hurting inside both physically and emotionally. Charlie noticed her stiff gait immediately and quickly mumbled something about how he had “taken her up the ass” to the prostitute sitting beside him. The prostitute smiled and winked at her, showing a mouth full of gold and tooth decay as she passed by. Regina was repulsed but also felt sorry for her. You do what you have to right?

Charlie didn’t know anything about her, stiff walk or no, and she wasn’t going to tell him. Charlie was a cockroach who would live and die within the same four block radius that he called home. Charlie had been born on a naked foam mattress and would die in a cardboard box. Charlie was a maggot who only fed upon the dying and the dead. Even feeling as she did, empty, ashamed, betrayed by Livia, she was still miles above him and he knew it. She did not break the illusion that night and simply walked past the leering ho and her half rate pimp in her expensive, clean and excellently chosen clothes. When she reached the small room that she rented she collapsed into her bed and slept like the dead.

Epilogue

Regina did not recognize Livias voice at the door when she heard it. She had passed the last couple of days in a haze of Nyquil and Red Stripe. Occasionally she took the bus to the beach to bathe in the water and sun. Wearing a perfect tiny swimsuit she turned down the advances of numerous boys. This made her feel better. They didn’t know that she had been degraded. They only saw the things that she still had to offer. Things that they would never get.

“Regina come out here, I need to talk to you”

How did Livia know where she lived? She had never told her. She dressed quickly in her office clothes out of habit. She did not want to wear shitty clothes in front of Livia, even though the woman was standing on the doorstep of Regina’s pathetic shack, and now knew the ugly truth of her poor existence.

“Want do you want?” She asked when she had finally opened the reinforced tin slat that served as a door. Livia did not look inside her shack snoopily but rather was staring straight into her eyes. Maybe Livia wanted to ignore her reality as much as she did.

“Let’s go for a ride girl. Are you ready to go?”

She was wearing the most valuable outfit she had, so yes, she was ready to go physically if not mentally. She followed mutely as Livia walked her out to a waiting Limosine. Regina stared at it, not trusting the trappings of wealth any more. Who was inside it she wondered, more ancient men for her to fuck?

When they got inside the Limo however, the only people inside were two huge men in black suits who nodded crisply and politely to her and then went back to staring straight ahead. Their menacing presence was heightened by the fact that they were both wearing sunglasses and their jackets had fallen open to reveal pistols held in shoulder holsters.

Livia was a baller. She got it already. Why was she here? Only when the car had started to move did Livia start to talk.
“I know it must be hard for you right now to understand what happened at Pandora so please let me explain. Pandora never existed. The company was not a business but an elaborate trapping created for Richard’s last fantasy. He has terminal cancer. Richard was the client, I am the boss and you were the bait.”
Regina took this in slowly, more treachery from this heartless woman.

“He chose you from the full body photos we took. He picked you over the hundred other girls that I interviewed.”
Gee thanks Richard, thought Regina, you stupid decrepit old fuck. She was glad that he would die soon.

“He was paying for the whole thing, the office, our salaries, your new clothes and anything else I wanted. All told we took him for half a mill in cash and jewelery.”

When Livia said “we” she clearly meant “I”, Regina did not want to be a part of the disgusting scam that she had played a role in. I mean what the fuck, she had liked working at Pandora because it was a respectable job not a fucking fly by night two woman whore house. Though she now doubted that Ms. Jackson had done any sucking at all so it was just down to one woman. Herself.
Thoughts of Livia being fucked to death danced happily in her head. These thoughts stopped when Livia handed her a cheque. On it written below the typed moniker of Olivia Johnston LLC. was a one, two zeros, and then three more zeros. So her last name wasn’t Jackson, Regina, thought to herself not quite comprehending the meaning. On the “Pay to” line was her name, Regina Campbell. She was looking at a cheque for 100,000 dollars payable to her.

She continued to stare while lightly holding the cheque, scared that it would melt in her hands like all of her other dreams. Then she began to cry for the second time that week and Livia, Olivia, hugged her around the shoulders and kissed her cheek.
“I am sorry it had to be this way Regina. The clients I have are looking for something different. They could buy a mountain of Russian whores but what they really want is something more exotic, the authenticity of conquest. So it had to be you. You had to be new, and I had to break you on camera. That is what created the value you are holding in your hands. Five hundred grand is nothing to a man like Richard, especially when he is chasing his fantasies in the face of death.”

“I like you Regina, that’s why I am cutting you in. I want us to always be friends.”

The fact that Regina could now afford to take her mom out of the ghetto put Olivia in a new light. She now seemed like some twisted benefactor who was actually on her side. A benevolent but angry God who had chosen her from the masses.

“You don’t have to eat my pussy any more. I want to please you instead.”

As she said this Olivia put her hand between Reginas legs. Because she was holding the cheque, Regina did not try and take it away, but carefully placed the cheque in her wallet, and put the wallet back into the Fendi bag that Olivia had bought her. Olivia’s fingers were deep inside of her now but Regina was still uninterested. She burned with white hot hatred for Livia. She needed satiation.

“I don’t want you in my pussy you stupid slut. I want YOU to suck HIS dick, while I fuck YOU in the ass front of THEM.” Regina said pointing to the man on the right angrily. The men’s faces broke at these words then went back to indifferent granite.

Regina put two fingers in Livias mouth and started sliding them in and out. Livia accepted this gracefully as her eyes said they were sorry. Suddenly Regina jammed her fingers forward into Olivias throat, gagging her. Her body gaurds started but she waved them off. When Olivia had stopped dry heaving, she coughed primly and took a large white dildo from her bag and handed it to Regina. As she bent down towards the lap of the man on the right she looked back at Regina and smiled sweetly, “whatever you say, Boss.”

It was then Regina realized that they truly would always be friends.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/605dsd/black_is_the_new_black