Afro Stress Relief Ch. 03

"Joshua," I replied.

Jonelle smiled again saying, "I keep thinkin' you're jokin' but you know way too much. You a ho."

"Yeah, but a ho who's going to help you out," I replied, laughing.

"Yeah, that's true, next right an' we're 'ere," Jonelle said. I pulled up outside a single storey house with a wire fence; Jonelle jumped out, saying, "OK, give you a call tomorrow, bye," and she sprinted into the house, probably a good idea in this district I thought and locked my doors and pulled away. I got to the highway pretty easily and pulled into a gas station; opposite was a bus stop. I was watching the people at the bus stop as I filled up my car with gas and noticed Marci standing in the queue.

I waved and shouted, "Hey, Marci!" Marci waved back and wandered over.

"Any chance of a ride? It's freezing," Marci asked.

"Don't need to ask, hop in," I replied and finished filling up the car and went to pay as Marci got in the car.

"Why are you down here tonight, you ain't been at those colored clubs?" Marci asked when I returned and started the engine.

"No, I go to the community college here," I answered laughing and pulled out, turning the car-heater full on.

"That's nice. My niece goes to that college as well," Marci said, warming her hands on the air-blower. I was beginning to feel a bit better about my situation, I thought: I was getting rid of Harvey; I wasn't going back to BWAs; I'd made a good friend in Marci; I wasn't sure about Jonelle but at this point she needed my help and I was going to start these damned interviews for Dr Jane, which meant they would be finished sooner rather later. It was quite late when Marci and I arrived back at our apartment block having made some small talk during the journey.

"Fancy a glass of wine and I'll order in a pizza, I haven't eaten much today," I asked Marci.

"Yeah, that'd be nice, honey," Marci replied. Myself and Marci were waiting for the elevator and were shortly joined by a couple of middle-aged white women, and I noticed that they started giving Marci and myself some odd looks. I could tell Marci was a bit uncomfortable so I held her hand, which elicited even stranger stares from the white women.

As I was feeling in a better mood I decided to pull Marci closer and put my arm around her and whispered in her ear, "Kiss me, and we'll give them something to talk about for weeks," Marci put her hand to her mouth giggling and nodded. I leaned down and kissed Marci on her full ebony lips, it was nice tasting those thick ebony lips I thought to myself. The elevator arrived and myself, Marci and the two white women got into the elevator, I noticed the two white women, as they pressed the elevator floor buttons, lived in the floors above me and, once the elevator arrived at my floor, announced, "Right, lets get to bed," and slapped Marci on her ample butt cheek as we left the elevator, Marci squealed with delight as I let her in my apartment.

"Oh them bitches will tell everyone in the building, you're a little slut aren't you," Marci said, as I poured us a couple of glasses of wine. "I liked that kissing, anymore?" Marci asked sipping her wine; I leaned in and followed up with more kissing, she responded and soon I was trying to get her out of her dress, "It's OK, white boy, let Marci drive," she uttered and soon we were both naked in my bed. "Your little white dick ain't gonna help; but I like white boy tongues, gentle not rough like them niggas," Marci said pushing my head down into her vagina, it was clean shaven; I let her 'drive' and followed her instructions to the letter, sometimes coming up to kiss her lips and lick her ample black breasts. "You like them puppies, baby?" Marci asked pushing her breasts together, I nodded; "Good boy," she said and patted my head. After about twenty minutes Marci's pussy was really wet and she started to grind her crotch into my mouth, still telling me what to do, "Good, good, that's good bitch," she said and suddenly her whole body shook as she came into my mouth and all over my face. "Shit, shit, shit!" Marci cried out and looking down at me said, "You one dirty slut, go get yourself cleaned up honey and come and cuddle me." Soon we were cuddling naked in bed; later on Marci asked me to use 'one of those plastic nigga dicks' on her and she again ejaculated in my mouth and we both feel asleep.

In the morning, I got up at my normal time, 6:30am, but noticed Marci was still in a deep sleep and so I did everything quietly and left Marci sleeping on. As I left my apartment for work I put a note out for Marci saying she could stay if she wanted and use whatever she liked but just asked her to remember to lock-up when she left and at the bottom of the note I added some kisses.

At work everything seemed fine and about 11:00 I got a call from Dr Jane saying, "Oh hi Tina, I've scheduled the first interviews at the 'Bouncing Bitches' club this Friday between 8pm and 11pm, I'll drop you off and pick you up. We need to get there by 7:30pm and setup in one of the private suites, I think you know them." I could hear Dr Jane smirk down the phone as that's where I was made a 'real bitch' last Friday; I couldn't believe it only happened last week. Dr Jane continued, "You'll still be waitressing but offering a free drink and anything else you may feel appropriate to get these boys to talk to you; I've asked Staci to help out as well."

"Does Joshua know?" I nervously asked.

"Of course, but be careful as I said yesterday and if things get a bit dangerous give me a call," Dr Jane added, which was pretty perturbing as I doubt there was much she or I could do in a club full of ebony hunks. I managed to remember to ask Dr Jane to sign off Harvey's form to leave her class, she wanted to put something on it about charges of racist language but I persuaded her that Harvey had learned from his mistakes and it was best to let him go without mentioning anything on the form, fortunately she agreed.

The soreness in my butt cheeks had worn off, after Marci helped apply plenty of cream the previous evening, and also the soreness in my ass had been replaced with a feeling of emptiness. Jonelle called me on my cellphone, asking, "Oh hi Johnny, thanks for the lift last night, what time do you want me to come over on Saturday to look at the assignments?", I suggested that Jonelle should arrive about 5pm, as I thought I would have recovered by then from my night of 'interviewing' at the 'Bouncing Bitches' club.

Jonelle asked me for the address to my apartment, "It's an apartment block on Flycatcher Avenue," I answered and gave the number; there was a pause at Jonelle's end of the cellphone call and then I heard Jonelle give a little chuckle.

"Well, that's where my Aunt Marci lives, do you know her?" Jonelle asked; I was stunned and didn't know what to say!

"I'm not sure but when you come over you can introduce me," I blurted out, skipping over the question.

"Sure, ah that's great cause I can visit my Aunty at same time; wow it was lucky meeting you last night, see you later," Jonelle said and hung up. I was thinking I wasn't that lucky and got really annoyed with Harvey again. The rest of the day was pretty quiet and I managed to get away on time. I got to my apartment but I wasn't sure what was waiting for me; the door was locked which was a good sign, I opened it and surveyed the whole apartment; it was all clean and tidy and even the bed linen had been changed. I thought how nice of Marci to do all that and I strolled down the stairwell and knocked on Marci's door; after a few minutes she opened it.

"Oh hi, honey, how are you doing, come on in," Marci said smiling; I declined; "What, not good enough for you?" she answered aggressively.

I laughed, saying, "No, you know what happened last time I came down and helped you move that furniture?" I could see some puzzlement in Marci's face. "It nearly killed me; I have an allergy to cats and cats fur," I said.

"Oh yeah, now I remember you were coughing and spluttering everywhere, ah but you still finished moving those things; ain't you cute," Marci laughed; I asked her upstairs and she nodded; we climbed the stairs and went into my apartment.

"Wine?" I asked and Marci nodded; after pouring two glasses I said, "I've got to tell you a couple of things; first I worked as a prostitute down one of the black clubs last week, I'm not very proud of that but I was sort of forced into it by circumstance; second I met your niece, Jonelle, last night and she's in my classes at college and she's asked me to tutor her as she's struggling, she's coming over Saturday at 5pm to do some studying." Marci sipped her wine silently and thought about things for a good few minutes.

"You and Jonelle aren't dating are you?" Marci asked, and I shook my head.

"She knows what I am, I'm just tutoring her," I answered.

Marci nodded and asked a follow up question, "She doesn't know about me and you?" I shook my head.

"Cool," Marci sighed.

"But I don't care who knows," I added slightly nervously.

"Typical of you turned white boys; always wanting to tell other folks which nigga pussy or dick you're sucking," Marci said calmly, I was shocked by her statement and showed it. "Oh, honey, we're both hoes, you suck nigga dick, I used to suck nigga dick; we ain't an item, I loved what we did last night and want more but we ain't going out. I can't take you round my family, half those niggas might 'ave fucked your bitch ass!" Marci exclaimed and waited for my reaction but I just burst out laughing and she joined in.

"OK, OK so how do you want to handle Jonelle?" I asked, smiling.

"Oh don't worry, I'll just say we neighbors an' you're a polite white boy and then we can come up together and get properly introduced," Marci suggested. I noticed Marci was wearing stockings under her African-style long flowing dress, I went up to her and stroked her leg; "You like Marci, bitchboy, you wanna be properly introduced?" she purred and I nodded. Afterwards, with both of Marci and myself naked in bed she said "Oh boy, if you like the Black Lollipop as much as the Black Cherry, those niggas down the club must luv your bitch ass," and giggled. I thought it was funny how Marci could slip in and out of 'street talk' as she talked to me about her days in the clubs and how she'd kept some of her outfits; I asked her to model them for me one day and maybe show me a few moves and she agreed.

The rest of the week seemed to fly by as I was very busy at the gym, doing course work and keeping to Dr Jane's plan of dressing and hygiene routines. Soon it was Friday and I was in the loading bay again, sorting out some paper work, talking with Troy.

"What are you up to this weekend?" I asked Troy

"Just hangin', nothin' special," Troy answered.

"I thought you went down 'Bouncing Bitches' at the weekend?" I asked.

"Not, Fridays, well mebbe a couple of times, that's GURLs night, you know them white trannies with them big false titties an' big false asses; an' some of them look good. A lot niggas like to fuck 'em as they know they can't give the bitches babies," Troy said chuckling, adding, "You wanna come with me an' Ade in the week, no crazy mother-fuckers an' the girls are nicer."

"I will have to try but I gotta go to night school on week nights," I said, I was noticing I was starting to use some of that 'street talk', I thought perhaps that was another effect of me being full of negro semen! I left the loading bay slightly more relived as neither Troy nor Ade would be there tonight. I managed to get away early and got back to my apartment to start preparing, I was showered with my make-up on and just preparing my outfit when I heard a knock at the door, I looked through the spyhole, it was Marci, I opened the door

"Hi Marci, come on in, do you want a wine?" I asked.

"Oh, hi, you getting ready to go out, yes that would be great," Marci answered and followed me into the kitchen as I poured two glasses of wine, I had specially stocked up on wine as I noticed that I seemed to be going through a lot. "My cables not working and was hoping you'd let me watch yours; see it's my Mexican soap operas, I'm hooked," Marci said.

"Yeah, of course, you know where everything is, let me show you how the TV works," I said, returning to the lounge and I showed Marci the TV and its controls.

"Oh, you get a lot more channels than me, thanks," Marci said sitting on the couch. I hurried back into the bedroom; "Need any help, honey?" Marci shouted.

"Mebbe just some tips," I answered and finished dressing and returned to the lounge, wearing black stockings, black heels green and black basque, long black gloves and green bikini bottoms and collar.

"Oh, I've never seen you before fully dressed, not bad, honey, not bad at all," Marci kindly commented, adding, "where's your make-up; your eyes ain't right." Marci joined me in the bathroom and re-did my eyes and some other touch-ups.

"Oh, wow, thanks, I can't believe how different they look; much more like the black girls, thanks," I said.

"Yeah; I know what those black guys like; I'll show you how later," Marci said; my cellphone rang and I saw it was Dr Jane.

"Hi, Tina, are you ready, I'm outside your block now," Dr Jane said; I told Dr Jane I'd be right down.

"There's snacks and stuff in the kitchen, help yourself, you gonna be here when I come back?" I asked Marci.

"Sure, honey, I wanna hear all about it," Marci smiled and I left wearing one of Dr Jane's long coats.

I decided to use the elevator this time as I didn't want to walk down all those flights of stairs in heels, the elevator was occupied, two middle-aged white ladies were chatting, they gave me a quick stare but showed no strange reaction and went back to chatting.

"Yes, it sure is a funny thing, what does that young boy see in her? I don't know?" said one.

"Well I guess she's offering him something he ain't getting anywhere else," said the other and turning to me said, "Excuse me sweetie, do you know that young white boy on your floor, I think they call him Johnny?"; I realized they were talking about me, I just shook my head and kept my head down. "Well apparently he's seeing that black woman on the next floor, very odd, she's old enough to be his Mother, fancy letting a nigger live is this building anyway, always end in trouble," the woman added. I just managed to hold myself from saying something and just shook my head again, fortunately it was a short ride and I left them to their small wicked talk and thought of poor Marci.

Dr Jane was waiting in her Mercedes as I got in, "Hi Tina, you look nice, especially the eyes," she said and we drove off. "I've got the questionnaires in the back all printed up, I've done some more work on it and got it down to 50 questions, I'm really excited about getting this going at last. We haven't had much success with this sort of thing in the past but I'm really much more hopeful," Dr Jane explained and I nodded, but I thought to myself that Dr Jane must have tried these surveys previously and I wondered why it hadn't succeeded. Dr Jane said giggling, "But I've never had a real-life prostitute to help me out...sorry honey, just a little joke." I tried to crack a smile. It was getting dark as Dr Jane turned off the highway to the now familiar streets of the black area of town, it seemed to be a lot busier than the other times I had been here but this was the earliest I'd been down here. "Nearly there," said Dr Jane as she pulled up to the front, we both got out with Dr Jane carrying the papers, I didn't realize she'd be coming inside, she nodded to the one of the Afro-hunks on the door.

"Hiya, Dr Jane, you lookin' fine?" the Afro-hunk said opening the door.

"Oh thank you Errol, see you later," Dr Jane replied and touched Errol's arm, I thought that this black hunk must be another one of Dr Jane's black boyfriends and wondered if they knew about each other.

"Hurry up, bitch!" Errol said to me and slapped my ass as I went in, we were met by Jamill who showed us to Joshua's office, once Jamill had left Dr Jane started speaking.

"Well Joshua, we're hoping we can entice some of your Customer's to participate in these surveys, it will ultimately benefit the whole Afro-community and we've tried to ensure it won't take too long, I'm hoping maybe 30 minutes." she smiled

"Well babe, that all depends upon what you're using as bait, you've paid for a drink for everyone who does the interview but not sure that's gonna be enough for some of these hungry niggas," Joshua replied looking at me.

"Well I'm sure Tina's willing to help the process along as much as possible, Tina will be waitressing to begin with and trying to entice the boys to get involved and Staci has agreed to try and help where possible, if that's OK with you?" said Dr Jane rather meekly, which worried me as it Dr Jane obviously wasn't going to have words with Joshua over my stint at BWAs.

"Sure thing, Dr Jane, we want to help out, I help you and you help me. Anyway let's get this bitch setup in the room ready for all these boys to help out," Joshua mockingly said and showed us to the room where I'd been fucked stupid the previous Friday, the sling had been removed so now there just a couch and a desk with some additional lighting although it was still pretty dim, Joshua left us and Dr Jane took out the forms.

"Right, they've all been printed on stain resistant paper, in case any drinks are split on them," Dr Jane said, although she was obviously thinking more about negro sperm stains. "We've been through this, so just capture as much data as you can, obviously letting each Afro-male know these are anonymous, so you've got everything, ready to go?" Dr Jane asked.

"Sure, but I'm concerned about Joshua, I...," I replied but Dr Jane held up her hand.

"Don't worry about him, Tina, you concentrate on these," Dr Jane interrupted me, patting the papers, adding, "I'll handle Joshua, right I'd better be going, I'll pick you at eleven otherwise call me if you will be delayed." Dr Jane left, I noticed it was nearly 8pm and I went downstairs to the dressing room to meet Staci.

"Hi darlin', how's your butt, still sore?" Staci joked and hugged me.

"Not too bad at the moment, did Dr Jane speak with you about Monday night at BWAs and tonight?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, it's no big deal is it, I mean we made a few bucks and pleased a few black studs, I'm sure we'll do the same tonight but we also want 'em to answer some questions, eh?" Staci responded.

I nodded, replying, "Yeah, I'll need your help getting these guys into the sling room and keeping their minds on answering the questions, they get a free drink but I doubt that's enough," I said nervously.

"Well, if I wanna spend more time with them ebony hunks I sit on their laps for a while and then stroke their black rods for a bit more then maybe kiss them for some more, ah, but you can't be asking the questions with their tongues in your mouth," Staci sniggered.

"Yes, you've got it, I'll keep them interested by asking a few questions first, give them the drink when they start to lose interest, then sit on their laps once the drink's finished, then stroke their big black dicks if they need more encouragement, do you think it'll work?" I asked eagerly.

"Who knows, but sounds fun, anyway let's get out there," Staci said and we left the dressing room and went to the bar to start work, it was quiet but the gurls were on stage dancing so we started by collecting glasses, I went to a booth with a single Afro-stud in it and asked if was OK to clear the empty glasses and bottles, he nodded still watching the stage show.

"Excuse me, Sir, may I interest you in taking a survey in aid of the Afro-community?" I asked him politely, the Afro-stud in the booth shook his head, "there's a free drink once you've taken the survey," I added and he looked at me.