Chapter 6
Beth stepped out into the large dining area and saw approximately three dozen black faces seated at various tables scattered around the room. When they saw her enter, many of them turned in her direction. Instinctively, she lowered her hands and covered her pussy as if protecting it from visual assault. She felt completely nude and exposed.
"Oh wow!" said one of the black men seated near the front. "Look at the new white chick that Nathan hired. Mmmm! Mmmm! What's your name, honey? I want you to wait on my table. In fact, I'd like to have you on my table-all spread out."
Another voice called out, "I think I've died and gone to heaven. You're the most beautiful white broad I've ever seen. Tell me you suck black cock- please. Better yet, tell me that you cook dark meat in your tiny little oven."
Still another voice said, "C'mon over here, honey. Sit in my lap and check out the size of my homegrown organ. You can play with it all night long if you'd like."
Beth stood in place still covering her sex with her small hands. She didn't know what to do. Everywhere she looked there were dark faces looking at her. At her side, at her front, at her back. She felt more vulnerable than at any time in her life.
Cynthia came over and said, "C'mon. You can't stand here all night. You've got to get to work."
Beth walked along with her friend and she could feel every eye in the room burrowing into her body. She became very conscious of how skimpy the costume really was. She could feel her breasts jiggle as she stepped along. She could feel the nipples brush against the fabric. She could feel the elastic stretch against her crotch as she walked. She could feel her succulent ass bounce as she sashayed around the tables and chairs.
And yet, even though she felt mortified, she also felt eroticized. Never before had she felt so much like a prized possession. It was apparent that the black men truly desired her beautiful white body. And just as Cynthia had said, many of them were smacking their lips as they watched her walk along.
Cynthia brought her over to the bar and explained, "This is the most important thing you're going to have to learn. This is where you get your drinks. Just give your order to the bartender and he'll fill it. All you have to do is skedaddle back and forth from the customers to the bar. Keep the glasses filled with liquor and you've got no problems. Got it."
"You make it sound so simple."
"It is, and it's incredibly good money for doing simple shit. So, don't rock the boat. Put up with the looks, the gawking, and the feeling, and you've got it made."
She immediately went to work, running back and forth from the tables to the bar, always carrying drinks. The evening wore on as she paced from one table to another. Cynthia had been right: it was a simple job. As long as you kept the customers happy, you had no problem. And she was so busy she didn't have time to worry about the constant staring at her privates, nor the occasional pinches on her buttocks. It was just something that went with the territory. Several times she got petted on the pussy and she meowed like she was supposed to, but a great many men were more interested in drinking than they were in pawing.
She also realized that many of the men were shy-just like white guys. These fellows apparently came to the club to watch, but not to touch-just like white guys. Some were just as inhibited in the presence of a scantily clad female as-white guys. When she understood the similarities between men, she felt more comfortable. She could shake her ass and thrust her pussy with no regrets.
After about three hours, the customers finally started to file out and she started to catch her breath. She excused herself to the rest room where she met Cynthia.
"Well, how's the new girl doing?" the redhead asked as she was rearranging her hair.
"You were right. This is a piece of cake. I thought it was going to be like a large restaurant where I had to memorize hundreds of food items. But hell! Everybody here drinks basically the same thing."
"See, I told you so. Well, c'mon," Cynthia said. "It's time to get on with Phase Two of your initiation."
"Phase two?" Beth asked, somewhat confused. "Why do you call it that?"
"Because by this time of night the customers are a little bit bolder in their actions. Brace yourself."
Oh no! worried Beth. Now what? She followed Cynthia back out onto the floor, preparing for the worst. Maybe a pussy pincher. Maybe a titty tweaker. Or, perhaps a nipple nibbler. She had learned all of these names from Cynthia and worried about each of them.
She saw Cynthia wave to someone, but couldn't see who it was because it was through the dim light. She hoped that it wasn't a pussy pincher. They were the worst.
"C'mon. Follow me," said Cynthia with a smile.
"Where are we going?"
"Just hang on. You'll see."
As Beth hurried along to the back table she recognized Leroy the mailman.
He looked up and teased, "Oh no! Don't tell me I'm going to have to deliver mail again today. No! No! Can't you wait until tomorrow morning?"
Both Cynthia and Beth laughed heartily as they looked at the incredibly handsome black man.
Cynthia looked at him and said, "Leroy, I think that you know my good friend Beth. And Beth, I think that you know Leroy."
"Hello again," he said, allowing his eyes to take in her magnificent figure. He had no idea that she was this good looking. And darned if she didn't have the nicest pouch of a pussy he had ever seen. He could sit and stare at that for hours, never growing tired.
In return, she admired him. She had never seen him without his uniform on. To say the least, he looked must better without those silly stripped pants. She felt a little flutter in her lower abdomen.
Cynthia turned to her and said, "Why don't you sit in Leroy's lap, while I'll go take care of those two new customers who just came in. I'll be right back."
Had she heard correctly? Did Cynthia really say, "Sit in his lap"? Apparently she did because Leroy was patting his upper thighs as if offering them as a cushion for her buttocks.
She turned to Cynthia for help, but she was already across the room helping the patrons. She wondered if the redhead wasn't swaying her hips a little too provocatively. Beth looked back at Leroy who was still patting his lap. She was hesitant to sit, but figured it was safe. Besides, he was her mailman. She had nothing to fear from him.
She stepped forward and sat her lovely and shapely ass in his lap. Instantly she realized how muscular he was underneath his clothes. His biceps were like steel cables. Herschel was a chubby kitten by comparison.
Leroy lifted his right hand to cradle her back, and his left hand to cradle her thighs. Mmmm! She was a gorgeous woman-and her skin felt so smooth and silky. And the Kitty Kat costume was perfect for groping.
"How do you like working here?" he asked.
"It's not bad," she said softly. "It's a lot different than I thought it would he."
"I really like your costume."
"Thanks," she said, again in a soft voice.
"I was wondering what you looked like under that bathrobe this morning. Now I know."
"It's pretty hard to hide your figure in one of these things," she said, attempting to get a laugh.
Cynthia came back to the table and sat in an empty chair. The sight of the beautiful blonde sitting in the handsome black's lap looked very erotic. She felt a stirring in her loins just gazing at them. She decided to play a little game by asking, "Leroy, don't you think that Beth has the most beautiful legs?"
He recognized this as a cue. He looked at the blonde and replied, "I sure do. And I'm surprised at how smooth they are." He took his big hand and placed it on her knee and lightly squeezed.
Beth looked at the large black hand on her white flesh. It felt nice. And she watched in fascination as it moved slowly up her leg to a spot right above the knee, to the lower thigh, to the mid thigh. His hand felt very, very good. In fact, it felt terrific. Her husband had never taken the time to do this sort of thing. Naw, he was just too damned business oriented. He was so wrapped up in the ins and outs of the commercial world, that he never took the time to learn the ins and outs of sex.
As the word "sex" crossed her mind, she felt a little tingle in her pussy. She looked down to her crotch and saw that Leroy's hand was nestled on her uppermost inner thigh and was doing delightfully wicked things with her flesh. He was wiggling his index finger back and forth just inches below her pubic mound. Did he know how close he was to her secret chamber? Did he care? Did he know what he was doing with that fingernail of his?
"You have the most magnificent legs I've seen on any woman in a long time," he said.
"What about mine?" pouted Cynthia. "Don't you think that I have pretty legs?"
"I don't know. You'll have to come over here and sit on my other leg if you want me to check them out."
He motioned for Beth to stand up so that he could spread his legs into a wide V so that each woman could set her shapely ass on one of his muscular thighs.
When Cynthia was in place she moaned, "Ahhh. This is much better. It beats the shit out of that hard assed chair."
"I like it better too," he whispered, stroking her back with his hand.
"Now, where were we?" asked Cynthia. "Oh! I know. We were comparing thigh flesh. Here, take a feel of my inner thigh and tell me if you think it's as nice as hers." She spread her legs slightly to allow him greater access.
He placed his left hand high up on her inner thigh, while he placed his right hand on her breast.
"Ooooh! I like this game," cooed Cynthia.
Leroy reached forward with his left hand and ticked her crotch. "You're going to like it a lot more in a little while," he said with a salacious chuckle while poking at the faint indentation left by her slit.
Beth saw what he had done and was mildly concerned. Did he think that he could do that anytime he desired to any waitress he desired? Maybe she should get up and continue with her duties before he decided to touch her most erogenous zone.
"Meow!" said Cynthia with a broad grin and a laugh.
"I like your meow, kitty cat. Let's see if your coworker has the same kind of pleasant voice when I touch her pleasure chute."
Beth was frozen in place. She couldn't have moved if there was an air raid and an imminent nuclear attack. She watched the hand move up her inner thigh until it was only fractions of an inch from her crotch. Her eyes opened wide as she saw the fingers extend themselves to the very core of her being. When the centimeter of distance had only become a millimeter of distance, she inhaled deeply. She felt the tips of the black fingers touch her Mound of Venus.
"Gitchee gitchee goo," he said with a smile as he lightly stroked the tip of his index finger against her sex.
Cynthia burst out laughing. "Well, how does it feel?"
Beth was surprised at how sensual it was. Not knowing what else to say, she let out a long pleasant, "Meow!"
Leroy moved his finger from Beth and returned it to Cynthia. She too meowed. Next, he placed his hand on Beth's pussy again and she let out another meow.
Oh, it was a very fun game. Everyone giggled and laughed. They were having a good time.
Cynthia turned to Leroy and said, "You know, Beth and I were talking before we came out here, and she said that she wished her husband had a bigger penis ... "
"Cynthia! My word!" Beth exclaimed. "I don't go around telling others the secrets that you tell me."
"Relax, honey," Cynthia said as she reached forward and touched the blonde's thigh with her palm. There's no need to get upset. Leroy here is one of the most understanding people there is. All the girls here at the Kitty Kat club come to him with all kinds of problems-sexual or otherwise. Whatever topic we discuss never leaves the confines of the Kitty Kat Club."
Beth relaxed a little. She had been so worked up there for a moment that she hadn't noticed Leroy's fingers still caressing her crotch, attempting to slide beneath the elastic hem.
"So, you're husband doesn't have a very large penis, eh?" asked Leroy, pretending to be very concerned about her marital problems, but actually more concerned about the depth of her vagina.
"No," Beth replied meekly.
"How long is it when it's fully erect?" he asked, not giving a shit whether the guy had a dick or not.
"Didn't you say that it was only about four inches, Beth?"
She nodded affirmatively.
"That's awful," said Leroy. "I'm glad I've got about twelve inches between my thighs."
Beth was stunned. She looked at him and said, "No way. No man has a foot-long penis."
"Don't bet him, Beth," Cynthia said with a smile. "He does. I've seen it."
Again Beth was startled. "You've seen it. Really?"
"Of course. Go on. Pull it out, Leroy. Show it to her."
He reached down and unzipped himself. He reached into his underwear and whipped out his huge dong.
Beth's eyes fixed on it. She couldn't believe its size. It was three times the size of her husband's. It was twice the girth. She was unable to speak.
"Pretty big, eh Beth?" asked Cynthia.
"I ... I ... I ... can't believe it. I had no idea they could grow that big." The fact that it was black also fascinated her. What would that look like sliding into her tight little mound? More importantly, what would something like that feel like?
He knew what was going through her mind. Whenever he displayed himself to a white woman they always began wondering what it might feel like, or smell like, or taste like. "Go ahead and wrap your hands around it, Beth. Tell me how you like it. I won't stop you."
She looked around to make sure that no one other than Leroy or Cynthia was watching. After all, it would be quite embarrassing to explain to her husband that she'd been feeling a black man's dick at the Kitty Kat Club.
Yet, she couldn't quite bring herself to do it. She wasn't married to this man. She hardly knew the individual. And besides, he was a member of another race. A black man!
Leroy knew where her head was at, so he looked at her levelly and asked, "You're not afraid of me because I'm black, are you, Beth?"
She was immediately awash with guilt. "No, no, no. It's nothing like that. It's just that I didn't expect that this job would entail something like this."
"For goodness sakes, Beth. You're making things out to be much worse than they are. This isn't part of the job. This is for fun. Go on and touch it. It's just a penis, for crying out loud. Here, watch me. I'll run my hands up and down and you tell me what it looks like." She reached down and lovingly stroked it.
Beth couldn't believe what she was seeing. The penis was actually growing larger right before her eyes. She didn't think that was possible. It began looking like a monster from a Japanese science fiction flick. A one-eyed snake about ready to attack New York City.
The more she looked at it, the more it seemed to be standing upright and pointing right at her face.
"Don't you wish you could be doing what I'm doing right now?" Cynthia asked with a smile on her face. "You could you know, if you weren't a racist."
Beth was hurt. She considered herself a liberal and took her political persuasion seriously. "I'm not a racist."
"You are if you'll play with a white man's cock, but you won't a black man's."
"What are you talking about? I don't play with white men's cocks."
"I'm talking about Herschel's."
"He's my husband."
"That makes no difference. If you weren't a racist you would be fondling Leroy's right now."
Beth didn't know what to say. The logic seemed absurd. But then, everything seemed absurd since she walked into the Kitty Kat Club. The world seemed turned upside down. First she had to show her pussy to get hired. Then she had to learn to stand still and meow when her pussy was petted by complete strangers. Now she was supposed to play with a black man's dick to prove that she wasn't a racist!
"There's still room on my dick for another white woman's hand," Leroy said. "If you have to courage to feel it, you can.
She was being challenged. She hated that. Nothing made her angrier than to be goaded into doing something. She decided to show both of them that she had the courage to do as they requested. She slowly brought her hand forward and placed it close to, but not on, the magnificent black shaft.
"Go on. I like it. You will too," Cynthia said with a very wicked smile as she rubbed her hand up and down in a masturbatory fashion.
Beth's curiosity was getting the best of her. She really wanted to know if it felt differently than her husband's. Would it have a black texture-if there was such a thing? She extended her index finger and lightly touched the very tip-and strangely enough, it didn't seem that menacing at all. It felt friendly and comforting.
Ahhhh!" he moaned. "Ohhh! That feels so good, Beth."
She smiled. She had actually done it. She had actually touched a black man's penis. Wow!
Cynthia took her hand and placed it over Beth's. "It's warm isn't it?"
Beth merely shook her head affirmatively. Her breath was caught in her throat and her heart was palpitating with excitement.
"Have you ever had one of these beautiful black organs inside of you?" Cynthia asked.
Beth looked at her as she continued to move her hand up and down. She couldn't believe what Cynthia was suggesting. She knew an invitation to sexual intercourse when she heard one. No longer did her manual actions on his upright member seem so innocent.
The redhead saw the shocked expression on her friend's face and said, "Oh that's right. You were a virgin when you got married. I'm sorry. I forgot."
"She was a virgin!" Leroy laughed. "I can't believe that."
Although she was totally embarrassed she replied, "Well ... I was!"
"You must not have been very beautiful when you were a teenager. Were you the ugly duckling of your high school?"
"That's not true. I was always very pretty."
"But you never had a dick stuck into you until your wedding night?" Cynthia asked.
"Don't make it sound so vulgar. There are a lot of women who wait until they're married before they sleep with a man."
Cynthia saw that Beth was relaxing a bit. She was becoming more comfortable handling Leroy's dick. She was masturbating it more enthusiastically when she smiled. Cynthia asked, "What's so funny?"
"I was just remembering my wedding night," the blonde beauty replied.
"Tell us about it," Cynthia asked.
Beth looked at her, and then around at the surrounding tables. She noticed that many of the customers had left, and there were only a few waitresses milling around. Anne was with a large well-dressed black man over by the bar. Several other lovely white girls were with other well-dressed black males. Everyone seemed to be having a very good time and speaking intimately.
"Come on, come on," Cynthia demanded. "Tell us about your wedding night."
"Well, to tell you the truth, Herschel didn't make love to me on my wedding night. I kept waiting and waiting in my nightie, but he wouldn't come into the bedroom. I asked him what was wrong and he told me that he was too nervous to have sex with me. I had to wait about a month before he got enough courage to try to make love. It was really a big thing for him-much bigger than I would have assumed it would be. Unfortunately, the first time that I saw his penis I burst out laughing."
"Why's that?" asked Cynthia as she squeezed Beth's hand lovingly with her own.
"Because it was so small."
Leroy burst out laughing as did Cynthia.
Beth continued with her story. "I thought that a penis as small as that belonged on a Ken doll, not on a fully grown man."
"What was it like when he finally put it into you?" asked Cynthia as she began moving Beth's hand more energetically.
"It wasn't much. I remember everyone telling me how great sex was going to be and all that, but I actually felt nothing for the first six or seven months that we did it. Of course, Herschel, being as inexperienced as I was, just couldn't keep it up long enough for me to achieve orgasm. And even when he could get it up, he couldn't keep it up for very long. If I hadn't learned some basic masturbation techniques my vagina would have dried up from disuse. It's only been in the last couple of years that I've almost reached a plateau of orgasmic release."
"Poor thing," said Cynthia. "And you've been married for nearly ten years. That's a very sad story."
"I should say so," Leroy agreed as he began to rub his hand insistently on Beth's crotch. "Poor thing's never really known the delights of sex. No wonder her little vagina's still as tight as a virgin's."
"Ummmmm!" Beth moaned, as she felt Leroy's finger rub against her nether region. This time she welcomed his invading digit by opening her thighs a little wider and allowing him greater access.
"Look what she's doing!" Cynthia exclaimed. "She's spreading her thighs. That a girl. There's nothing to be ashamed of. After all, this is the Kitty Kat Club and you're a woman of the 1990's."
Cynthia leaned forward and kissed Leroy on the cheek. She stuck out her tongue and licked his black skin and then she pointed to Beth and said, "You know what I'd like to know."
"What's that?" replied Leroy.
"I'd like to know if Beth there is a natural blonde or not."
Beth, who had been straining to open her thighs as wide as possible, heard the question and said, "Of course I'm a natural blonde."
"There's only one way to tell for certain," replied Cynthia.
"That's right," added Leroy with a broad smile. "We have to look at your pubic hair to verify it."
For some reason Beth started laughing. "I can't believe you two. Do you ask that of all the girls who work here?"
"Just the extremely pretty ones," answered Leroy as he began to work his fingers beneath the elastic covering her Mound of Venus.
Beth should have been shocked. Instead she simply sat on his lap and watched the black digit work its way inward, pushing the material aside. In only a few moments her pubic hair was fully exposed. "There! Now are you satisfied?" she asked.
He ran his fingers through the blonde curls for several seconds before saying, "Yes. She's a natural blonde all right. I don't think that there's any doubt about that."
Cynthia was watching his hand and said, "Move the elastic back a bit further, Leroy. I want to see what her entire pussy looks like. And look closely at the roots of the pubic hair. See if she does a dye job down there."
Beth didn't resist. She spread her thighs wider until the tendons began to strain against the flesh. She watched as if hypnotized, as her pussy was exposed to open display.
"There it is!" Cynthia exclaimed. "My goodness! What a beautiful little cunt she has. I always wondered what you looked like down there. Now I know."
With one finger Leroy kept the elastic pushed aside while at the same time running his index finger up and down her slit. He poked his fingers around on her pubic hair, looking closely at the roots.
Cynthia reached down with her hand and pushed her own garment to the side, thus exposing her beautiful red bush to view. "Whose do you like better, Leroy? Mine or hers?"
Beth couldn't believe that she heard correctly. Was she really sitting on a black man's lap discussing the appearance of pussies? Was this a new low or a new high in conversation?
Leroy extended his left hand and placed his left index finger in Cynthia's snatch. He wiggled his finger back and forth several times, causing her to squirm. He then withdrew it, placed it in his mouth, and licked it clean.
Beth had always heard that certain men did this, but she never believed it. Herschel would never do something like that. But then, he seemed to be afraid of pussies. That was probably because he was one himself.
"How does it taste, darling," asked Cynthia.
"It's pretty good, but I have to make a comparison with a blonde's before I can say for certain. Beth, open wide and say, Ahhhh'."
Beth didn't know if she liked this game, but allowed him to put his right index finger into her snatch. "Ohhhh!" she moaned as it sank in. "Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" she grunted as it moved back and forth.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" asked Cynthia. "I always like him to touch my G spot, but it works a lot better with a penis."
The words barely registered in Beth's mind. She was getting very turned on in this position, with her legs spread wide and Leroy working expertly on her cunt. She could barely control herself. She now understood why Cynthia had been squirming around so much when he did this to her. Hell! Leroy's index finger was longer than Herschel's penis! And it stayed hard for more than thirty seconds.
"Don't you think these costumes are a little too confining?" asked Cynthia. "I mean, my god, my body needs to breathe free." With those words she stood up and quickly discarded the Kitty Kat Club costume. In only moments, she was clad in nothing but high heel shoes and a pair of valor cat ears.
Beth had never really gotten a close look at her friend before, but after she got a clear look at her nude body she had to admit that Cynthia was a dynamite looking broad. Any man would be pleased to go to bed with her.
Beth suddenly remembered that Cynthia was married. All of this time she had forgotten about that. Where was Fred? Did he know about the things his wife did here at the Kitty Kat Club? Her curiosity was getting the best of her. Finally she asked, "How are you and Fred doing these days?"
Cynthia looked down at her and smiled, "We're getting along just great. Why do you ask?"
"Does he know what goes on here?" she asked through short gasps for air. Leroy's hands were as expert with her body as her own.
Cynthia knew that Beth was merely being bitchy. A lot of women got like that when they wanted to play moralistic. She simply nodded and replied, "I hardly think that's any concern of his. I'm now a sexually liberated woman. I have been and always will be. He knows I'm happy working here at the Kitty Kat Club, and I bring home a very good paycheck. Therefore, I'm happy, and he's happy. It's as simple as that. If he doesn't like it, he can shove it up his ass."
Beth wanted to asked her about the real meaning of marriage, but Leroy's finger had started to work its way into and out of her cunt again-and this time he was playing with her clitoris too. She started to squirm uncontrollably on his lap.
"You like that, huh?" asked Leroy as he maneuvered his hands with all the expertise and experience of a master gigolo.
"Uh huh," Beth mouthed anxiously, afraid that if he kept this up she would lose her sanity.
"How about this?" he asked as he began running the thumb over the hard little pleasure nib of her clitoris.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned. "Ohhhhhh!" she moaned again, forcing her thighs apart and thrusting her pelvis forward.
Cynthia bent down and kissed Leroy fully on the lips. "I think it's time that we take our little blonde beauty to the back room, don't you?"
"Yes. I'd say that she's just about ready to see what else goes on in the Kitty Kat Club."
"Ohhhh-ready for what?" Beth asked between moans as she kicked her thighs as wide apart as possible, nearly falling off of Leroy's lap in the process.
"Ready for your initiation into being a full-fledged member of the Kitty Kat Club, my dear. After all, this is where you work."
"Hunh! Hunh!" she moaned as the finger worked in and out of her. "Hunh! What are you talking about. Hunh!"
"C'mon. Stand up. It's time to go," Cynthia ordered.
"Ummm. I don't want to go anywhere. Can't I just stay here?"
"No. We've got to go see how Anne is doing."
"Anne? Who's that?"
"You remember. You met her in the dressing room."
"Oh, Hunh! Hunh! the petite blonde. Hunh! Hunh! Yea, I remember. Hunh! Hunh! But why do we have to leave here? Hunh!"
Leroy withdrew his finger and motioned for her to stand on her two feet. He knew it would be difficult because she was in any extreme state of arousal. He helped her stand, and sure enough-she nearly fell over.
"You've got to put your feet together, honey," he advised. "You can't go around with your thighs apart like that."