Jamaal said he wanted a “little discussion” with Tom before he came back to the hotel room with me. Just Tom and Jamaal, I wasn’t invited. I must admit, I was a little upset about that, as I was hoping that Jamaal would come straight back to the hotel and fuck me.
Anyway, that’s how it ended up. We all left the bar. I took Tom’s car to me and Jamaal’s hotel room and Jamaal drove Tom drove back to our house in his car. It’s actually a really nice car, Jamaal’s car, that is, the kind that the roof comes down. I think Jamaal’s car is a Mercedes. Ours is a Fiat, which I may allow Tom to keep after I divorce him.
Anyway, back at the hotel, I was a little worried about what might happen to Tom alone with Jamaal. I thought I should call the house to check if Tom was okay. But then I remembered those words about the black man’s bitch shouldn’t go against the black man. I thought about it for some time, and then realized that I didn’t want to go against Jamaal.
Actually, I’m glad I had one of Jamaal’s used workout T-shirts in my handbag. So instead of calling the house, I just lay there on the hotel bed and started playing with myself and breathing in Jamaal’s sweat from his last workout. Jamaal works out every day to keep himself in good shape and his sweat smells really good.
So I was dressed only in slut heels and rubbing Jamaal’s T-shirt on my hot body when the phone rang, and I was surprised to hear Tom’s voice. “Hello, Tom?” I said. “Are you OK?”
I was suddenly a bit concerned about him again (but not quite enough to stop masturbating lol). Actually, I was really in a bit of a hot sweat thinking of Jamaal’s body, strength and aggression, and I didn’t want my train of thought to be broken by Tom.
Then, for a moment I wondered if Jamaal’s scent had somehow skewed my reasoning in some way, like the black man’s scent was making me prioritize the wrong things or something.
“Rachel, I have something to tell you” Tom said softly. He sounded okay, but just really sad and deflated.
“Oh, what’s that Tom. Are you okay?” I said
There was a pause and I heard Jamaal’s voice in the background whispering something.
“Err…..you deserve better that a limp dick sissy bitch white boy like me” Tom said.
I couldn’t believe what I just heard! But really I couldn’t help giggling too it was just sooooo funny. Jamaal must have made him say it, I thought.
“What was that Tom? I said. “I can’t hear you. The line is bad”. Actually, I wanted to hear him say it again lol
“You deserve better that a limp dick sissy bitch white boy like me” he said, a little louder. “I’m just a limp dick sissy bitch white boy”
“You really mean that Tom? That’s nice” I said.
I must have been on speakerphone because then I heard Jamaal laughing loudly and I couldn’t help giggling some more myself. Then I put Tom on speakerphone in the hotel , then went back to playing with myself.
There was some more noise in the background, I heard Jamaal’s voice again. Then Tom said “Rachel, I want you to be Jamaal’s bitch”
“Really Tom?” I said “Say that again, I didn’t hear you”
“I, uh, I want you to be Jamaal’s bitch”
I felt like, really nasty, playing with myself and getting off on Tom’s humiliation.
“Do you really mean that, Tom, you’re not just saying that?” I said
“Rachel, uh, no I really want you to be Jamaal’s bitch”
“Really Tom? Say it again”
“I want you to be Jamaal’s bitch”
I heard Jamaal whispering something again. Then I heard a sharp crack and a yowl of pain from Tom.
“What are you doing to him Jamaal” I said but Jamaal didn’t hear me as he was whispering to Tom again.
Actually, I was never quite sure what Jamaal did to Tom, at least physically. When I asked him later, Jamaal said that he “whapped his ass”. At first I thought that he had actually taken a belt to his ass or something. But then I realized that “whapped his ass”” can mean all kind of things in a black man’s parlance.
“Rachel, I won’t ever try to touch your hot body ever again” Tom said. Actually, I thought I heard a little sob when he said that. I think maybe poor Tom had a flashback of how hot I looked in the bar that night. And now I was out of bounds lol
In retrospect I think my logic in humiliating Tom was a little skewed. But you know what, I was still really mad with Tom as it looked like the dress was definitely ruined. I had examined it at the hotel after I took it off.
Also, I think somehow Jamaal’s scent led me away from any real concerns about what Jamaal was doing to Tom. I simply lived in the moment, like Jamaal says we all should do sometimes. This was just Jamaal’s way of establishing his dominance over my husband, I thought, and the idea about not going against the black man’s wishes was still fresh my mind.
Actually, I wanted Jamaal so bad, I thought, I naturally wouldn’t want to displease him and risk not getting fucked by him.
