Invasion of the Ghetto Sluts

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TheTalkMan
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"What, you don't think us dumb black girls can handle their money?" Sydni said.

"No, it's just that people who get large sums of money sometimes have trouble handling it." Emma said amicably.

"We'll be fine." Sydni said sternly, holding Emma's gaze with serious eyes. Emma knew to drop it.

"So, you guys are gonna bask in the winnings for awhile?" I asked.

"Of course. No work, just fun. Wouldn't you do the same?" Sydni said.

"Well, I don't know." I said. Emma was not the type to spend wildly. She was actually pretty thrifty, to be honest. Not like these girls.

"You guys live in this nice neighborhood. You probably have to have some serious paper. You should live it up...do it big, playah!" Monique said.

"That's not really our style." I said. This caused both girls to giggle.

"We don't really like to flaunt our wealth around." Emma added.

"Well, I'm sorry you think we are showing off too much," Sydni said coldly, "I suppose we look like we're just two more ignorant black bitches to you."

"Oh, I meant no disrespect by it." Emma stammered, taken aback by this confrontational attitude again.

"Listen." I said, trying to smooth things over once more, "I think we might be getting off on the wrong foot. We're just trying to get to know you guys a bit."

"It's all good, Money," Monique said, "Once we get all set up, we're gonna have a get-together. A housewarming party. It'll be hot! We're gonna go all out, set this motherfucker on fire, know what I'm sayin'. You guys should come. You'll figure out what we're all about there."

"That sounds great." I said.

"Monique, let's go." Sydni said. Monique complied with her petite friend, turning to leave.

We said our goodbyes and as we walked back to our house, I grabbed Emma's shoulder.

"They don't seem like the friendliest bunch." I said.

"Yeah, I know! It was like they were jumping down my throat after whatever I said." Emma said.

"It's probably just the way they are. Once they get to know you, I'm sure they'll love you. Like I do." I said, kissing her forehead. She smiled warmly.

"I'll tell you one thing." she started, "Those girls are gonna blow away all that money in two months."

**********

The deep bass boomed from the throbbing rap music as we explored our new neighbor's home. It was the night of their house-warming party, and they made sure to let us know. We hadn't really interacted much since our initial meeting, so I was eager to see what made these girls tick.

I am by no means a racist, and neither is Emma, but I had to admit I was a little uncomfortable at this party, since probably 95% of the people there were black. So, we just hung around each other, exploring the house. Both the girls were tied up with their guests, so we didn't get to really talk to them.

I didn't have many black friends. Not that I was opposed to it, I just didn't. I remember in my younger days, my parents had told me to avoid a certain group of other kids, a group who happened to be mainly black. I don't think it was because it was black, it was just that they were the 'bad kids'. Most of the people I went to school with were white, same with where I worked, so it was understandable that I didn't have many black friends. And I had very little experience with black girls. I never dated any black girls, or was even particularly close to any of them. I hoped that I could change that and be friends with our new neighbors, Sydni and Monique.

The décor of the house really displayed their taste, which was gaudy, loud, and abrasive. It was full of things that people think rich people have, but really don't. Big TV, booming sound system, hideous art-deco paintings and antique knick-knacks, even a crystal chandelier! I hated to sound elitist, but it was very 'new-rich.'

Since we didn't really know anybody here, we hung close to each other. We were both itching to leave, but we figured we need to make some face time and make sure the girls saw us. We were sipping our Cristal, something that we always heard rappers did. I thought it was kinda overrated, but who was I to judge?

"I need to go to the bathroom." Emma said as we neared the bathroom and saw it open. "Can you stand outside?"

I nodded and she entered the restroom. I stood outside and noticed a hulking black guy leaning against the wall near me. I looked at him and nodded, and he did the same in return. I leaned on the wall next to him.

"How do you know the girls?" I asked him.

"Uh, I know them from the old days, before they were all rich." the guy said.

"Any dark secrets I should know about?" I asked with a smile, half joking and half serious. He looked into the next room, where Sydni and Monique were, surrounded by a group of their girl friends.

"You have no idea." he said with a laugh. I laughed and sipped the wine.

"I'm Sean." I said, holding out my hand in a gesture of friendship.

"T. J." he replied. "How do you know them?"

"Next-door neighbors." I said.

"You never had anything like these girls, believe me." he remarked. There seemed to be an ominous overture to how he phrased it; my curiosity was piqued.

"So, seriously, what's their deal?" I asked. He looked to the next room to make sure the girls were still there, before turning back toward me. His mood had changed. He was serious now...and even seemed to be a little scared. But that was impossible, right? T.J. was a big guy, just a little taller than me, and well muscled...I'd even go as far to say he was imposing. What could he possibly have to be afraid of?

"You want the truth?" he said. I nodded. "My advice is to not get involved with them. Just stay out of their way."

"Why?" I asked, now worried and confused at why this big guy seemed so afraid of my neighbors.

"I know it's tempting, man. Just look at them. They are smoking! And imagining them together is enough to drive anyone nuts. I've seen it. I've experienced them. And as hot as it was at first, it wasn't worth it. The things they did, the things they are capable of, it's crazy. You know, I'm usually the man with the girls I'm with, you know, but something about those girls, you just can't say 'no' to them. Those girls are nuts."

"Why are you even here?" I asked. He laughed in disappointment.

"Because they asked me to." he said, shaking his head. "Like I said, you can't tell them 'no'. Look, I bet half the guys that are here are guys they've been with. And I guarantee that none of them want to be here. They are here because those girls asked them...DEMANDED them...to be here."

"Why are you telling me any of this? I'm married." I asked. He laughed.

"It doesn't matter to them." T.J. warned. "You never see those girls apart. They are best friends. They are a team. A good team. I'm telling you all of this because I heard a rumor that they have a thang for white guys. I would bet you that..." he started.

"Hey."

As if out of nowhere, Sydni appeared in front of us, in front of T.J. He stiffened up, as if he was a student caught by a teacher doing something bad.

"Hey, what's up, Syd?" T.J. said, downplaying our conversation. I played along, not wanting to get T.J. in any sort of trouble.

"You're not spreading any nasty rumors, are you?" Sydni asked, with a sweet smile. It was baffling to see this huge black guy so intimidated by this girl who was a foot and a half shorter than him.

"Of course not, baby," T.J. asked, trying to maintain his cool demeanor. I could see a tiny bead of sweat slowly roll down his brow, "You know I only got good things to say about you."

"Good, I wouldn't want to have my neighbor think any less of me." she said. She turned and looked me in the eyes, staring me down. "C'mon, I want you to meet my girls." she said, grabbing my hand.

"But I... my wife." I started, looking back at the bathroom door.

"It will only be a minute." she said from over her shoulder with a devious smile. I looked back at T.J, and he shrugged. As she led me into the next room, I couldn't help but glance at her bouncing ass. She was wearing tight denim shorts, which molded around her jutting ass, showcasing it. And as usual, it seemed she was rocking another whale-tail. This one was white, which contrasted with her brown skin well. Her ass swayed and rolled as she walked, and I had to force myself to look away from the hypnotizing rhythm of her confident stride.

She led me into the next room and I found myself surrounded by a gaggle of ghetto girls. Not all of them were black, though. Some were white girls who had adopted the look of black girls, and they sort of, for lack of a better term, acted black. I was surrounded by about six or seven girls, including Sydni and Monique. Five were black. Two were white.

"Girls, this is my new neighbor, Sean." Sydni called out. Their eyes roved across me. They looked at me appraisingly, and it seemed liked they liked what they saw. Each of the girls smiled at me hungrily.

"You are damn lucky!" one of the other black girls said.

"Mmm-hmm." one of the white girls said.

"Your married neighbor." I corrected Sydni, holding up my hand, displaying my wedding ring. I expected some disappointed groans, but nothing. It didn't stop their leering. Sure, I was a decent looking guy. I kept myself in good shape, but I had never been treated like a piece of meat like these girls were at this second.

"Sean, these are the girls who we worked at the club with. Danni, Tawny, Cammy, Kelly, and Kayla." Sydni said. I suddenly realized I was surrounded by a group of strippers. Sure, not all of them were as voluptuous as Sydni and Monique. Some were trim and petite. Some were curvy. But one thing they all had in common: They were all sexy.

"Hey, we were thinking..." Sydni started.

"Sean!" Emma called out. I glanced over at her, acknowledging her presence. "Sydni, Monique, you throw a great party, but we have to be going."

"Ah, don't go, baby. You guys have barely been here." Monique pouted.

"Sorry, we gotta work in the morning." I replied. I broke free from this group and made my way to my wife. The group of girls all watched me go, eyeing me up. I grabbed my wife's hand and we quickly left the house.

Emma rubbed her ears as we escaped the loud music.

"My ears are going to be ringing for weeks." she said.

**********

I got a weird vibe from Sydni and Monique after the party, and after my talk with T.J. I thought it was best to just stay out of their way. Something about them seemed off. But they had a way of keeping themselves at the forefront of your mind.

They blared their loud, abrasive, rap music all day long. The engines on their cars were enough to wake up the entire neighborhood whenever they drove home in the middle of the night. And seeing the fear in T.J.'s eyes when he spoke about these two told me that they were trouble. Plus, a lot of shady looking people went in and out of their house, the type of people I didn't want in our neighborhood. I hated to say it, but part of me feared for our safety.

Beyond all that, the way Sydni, Monique and those girls looked at me made me more uncomfortable than I had ever been. So, I took all opportunities to avoid them. When they were outside, I made sure not to be. And when I went outside, I made sure to do it quickly. I had a good system going. Emma was even more uncomfortable with the neighbors than I was, so she went in and out even quicker than I did. They had been so confrontational with her that I couldn't blame her. But like I said, they had a way staying in the forefront of your head.

Emma had some work function, so when I got home from work, I was alone for a few hours. But it was mere minutes after I got home that there was a knock on the door. I went to it quickly and opened it, and sure enough...

"Hey Sean." Sydni said. She and Monique were standing at my door.

"Uh, hi." I stammered, caught off guard by seeing the people I had been avoiding at my door.

"Haven't seen your sexy ass in awhile, baby. Hope you haven't been avoiding us." Monique pouted.

"No, of course not. We've been, uh, real busy." I said. "What's up?"

"Can we come in?" Sydni said, taking a tentative, commanding, step towards me.

"Uh, yeah, sure, of course." I said, stepping back, letting these two women into my house, trying to not give them the signal I was worried about them. I watched as they appraised my house, and as they did, I could not help but check out their outfits. Sydni was wearing some black, stretchy booty shorts, which contained her prodigious round rump, barely. Her black thong was peeking out from under it. She was wearing a white tank top, and I hate to say it, but the way her huge boobs moved from under it, plus the slight hint of nipple I could see through the material made me realize real fast that she wasn't wearing a bra.

Monique was wearing tight, stylish jeans, and a light blue top, low cut enough to show off her expansive cleavage. Her light blue thong matched her top, naturally.

"Real nice place you got here." Monique said. "Your wife here?"

"No, she had a work thing tonight." I replied.

"Good." Sydni muttered. I watched them look around, checking out my home. Emma had an eye for this kind of thing, so I let her handle the decorating. The decorations weren't too flashy, but they were stylish. Light colors, nothing that jumped out, but enough to avoid looking plain. It was strange to see these two flashy black girls walking around my house. Appraising it. Judging it.

"This place is...nice." Sydni said, expressionless. I was not sure if she was telling the truth or lying through her teeth. If she was lying, she was a good liar.

"Give us the grand tour, sugar," Monique demanded, "Let's get a better look at this bitch."

"Uh, sure." I said, thinking it would be rude to say 'no'.

I led them through the house, giving them mine and Emma's story, what we did and how we got to this point in our lives. I showed them through our basement, our kitchen, and our upstairs. I showed them our bedroom, but didn't let them in it of course. I then led them to our fun room. Where we kept our movies, our fun stuff. And it gave our neighbors a glimpse into my hobbies for the first time.

I had two passions: Music and Cars. The car thing was kind of in line with why I was an engineer. I was always fascinated by cars, and how they worked and the evolution of the technology and the elegance of design. The girls saw this and couldn't help but say something.

"You a car guy, Money?" Monique asked.

"Uh, yeah, kinda." I said sheepishly.

"Then why don't you drive a nicer car?" Sydni asked plainly.

Now that I had gotten some money, part of me expected to buy a nice car, a car I always wanted. But Emma talked me down from it. She pointed out that it was bad news to start flaunting our wealth and we should be more economical, more practical. I could see her point. And that was why our cars were more practical than you would expect for a person with the wealth we had. But, part of me could still dream. I had car parts all over the room, my contribution to the decoration. Parts that I thought were cool, or retro, or were just nifty looking. My ultimate dream was to restore a classic car. Rebuild it, update the outdated parts while making it look better than ever. That was one of my dreams. But Emma would never go for it. She said it was a lot of money to drop on a hobby. But hey, I could still dream.

"Maybe at some point, but not now." I replied. I watched Monique walk over and fuss with my guitar a bit.

I was fascinated by electric guitars. I can't explain why, I just was. I knew how to play guitar, and I was fascinated by how each one was different and how they sounded different. I always envied those guys who had expansive guitar collections, and wished I could do that. But once again, Emma talked me out of it, saying what was the point of having all these guitars just sitting around. It was a fair point. No big deal.

I might make it sound like Emma is a tightwad. She really isn't. I think she is still in the mindset of the person who didn't have a lot of money, so she still kinda acted like we didn't have the money we had. Plus, with the line of work she was in, she knows that money can be fleeting, so she didn't want to go spending everywhere and then lose all that money we earned.

"You know how to play?" I asked Monique, a little annoyed at how her long nails teased the paint, afraid she'd scratch it up.

"HELL no, player! Guitars ain't my thing." Monique said, laughing loudly, before dropping the guitar back in its stand. I flinched reflexively, restraining my urge to rush over and examine it for damage, when I noticed Sydni standing before the shelf that held Emma's antiques. Something seemed to have caught her eye on a shelf.

"What is this? It's beautiful." Sydni said admiringly. I followed her eyes to the case on the shelf.

"Ah...that is a ring that has been in my wife's family since the civil war days." I said. Sydni was staring at a ring in a locked glass case. It was probably the most expensive thing in the house. My wife had inherited it from her grandmother when she passed a few years ago. No one knew she had this ring, so it was a shock when she gave it to Emma. We had had it appraised, and it was there that we found out its history. It was made in France, and it came to America at some point in the early 1800's. It somehow ended up in my wife's family, where it is till this day. Apparently, Emma's ancestors were pretty rich. No one knew for sure how expansive their wealth was, but part of me suspected, from the region they lived in, and the time in history they were in, that they were wealthy land-owners. And they probably were slave owners. Nothing is concrete about this assumption. It was just a suspicion I had. So this ring is kinda a relic of that time in history and I was struck by the irony of seeing it be admired by this black woman.

"Civil War days, huh?" Monique said, joining her friend in admiring the ring, "Ain't that, like, slave times or some shit?"

"Yeah, I don't know the details of how we got it in the family, but yeah." I said nervously, hoping they didn't share my suspicions.

"That is a big rock." Sydni said, admiring the huge diamond. We had found out the value of this ring, and suffice it to say, it was worth a lot of money. A lot of money, a value we couldn't believe. A value so high that if we had still been struggling for money, we would have contemplated selling it to make ends meet. But thanks to our hard work, we were able to hold onto it.

"Yeah, it's a nice ring." I said trying not to give away it's true worth. I could see the hunger in both these girls' eyes as they admired the ring, but it passed quickly.

"So that's the end of the tour, I guess. Did you just come over to see the house or something else?" I asked. A dark smile spread to both girls' faces, but it disappeared quickly.

"Yeah, you seem like a hands-on guy. We were hoping you could help us with a little project at our place?" Sydni asked, staring me down with those serious, intelligent, eyes.

"Uh, yeah, sure." I answered quickly, knowing she expected me to not say no. "What kind of project?" I asked.

"Bring some tools." was all Sydni said.

I followed these two black girls over to their place. Even though we were only outside for a few seconds, but due to the oppressive heat, sweat beaded up on all three of us. My eyes were drawn to the sweat dripping down Sydni's long legs all the way to her stiletto heels. They led me inside, into the blessed air conditioning. I hadn't noticed during the party, but they had a very strong smelling house. Not bad, it just smelled very perfumey.

They led me upstairs, and down the hall. Without hesitation, they led me to a bedroom. I reluctantly followed. As I walked in, they were standing there, waiting for me. I looked around, and I saw a long, shiny pole leaning against the wall. Immediately, I realized what it was and I laughed.

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