Afro Stress Relief Ch. 07

Drake embraced me, cuddling and caressing me. "Look baby, I know you're not happy but let's not fight about it, you know these Texas hoes don't mean nothing to me!" Drake whispered into my ear, I knew there wasn't anything I could do about it and I also knew, deep down, that my white boy mouth and ass were never going to be the only ones Drake was going to fuck but I'd hoped that I was going to be the only repository for his Afro-spermies - I felt I had a right to his black semen! However, Drake was my man and I'd committed to helping him fulfill his dream of becoming a pimp!

"OK, Drake, but you gotta promise that only my asshole is getting your black cream!" I said smiling, adding, "and I also want some of your spunk down my throat!"

"Thanks babe, and I'll make sure I'll put plenty of my jizz down your throat," Drake whispered and kissed me.

Drake said he'd show me the workshop where he'd be setting up his, ours, sissy whorehouse, it seems Drake's employer expected Drake to open the place in the morning and close it up at night, and the workshop wasn't open during the weekends so Drake pretty much had the run of the place on Saturday and Sunday as a keyholder. Drake said there was an old office and storeroom upstairs which his employer used to store stuff but now-a-days the owner had taken over a vacant lot next door and used that as a store and office as it was on the ground floor and easier to use, which meant the owner never went upstairs anymore.

"Do you wanna see the place?" Drake asked, I nodded. Soon I was driving Drake and myself on the familiar route to the projects, it wasn't too late and there were quite a few people hanging around the streets in the projects. As we drove Drake waved to a few groups of black youths hanging on the street corners, it was funny but I felt more comfortable being Tina in the projects than I did being Tina outside the projects. "OK babe, hang a left here and it's not too far," Drake directed me.

Drake told me to pull into a gas station and drive behind it and park up in front of a small strip of workshops. As I parked, I could see a small auto repair shop called 'Cecil's Car Place', I thought it didn't look great. The office was up a flight of rickety wooden stairs, Drake unlocked the office door and as we entered I could see there was a small office and behind it another door, it was full of junk and we struggled past boxes of rubbish and opened the door to the storeroom, there was a lot less rubbish in it and it was bigger than the office.

"All we need to do is a bit of cleaning up and those two sissies can work in here and we can sit in the office," Drake explained.

I had gained a bit of brothel experience at BWAs and Missy Bees and thought it was all wrong, I realized there was no place for the Customer's to wait, no place other than the storeroom for the gurls to get ready, and most importantly no washing facilities or toilet!

"Drake this ain't no good," I said exasperated, and listed the reasons I thought it was wrong.

Drake looked deflated, and said, "Babe, we're just starting out, I know it's not great but I really want to try and we ain't got no other place. Won't you help out?"

I sighed and looked at Drake, I smiled and nodded what else could I do I thought to myself, after all Drake was my man.

"OK, I'll help but we gotta clean up this place, if you wanna make money. We're gonna need some chairs, a couch, some lights and you're gonna need a bed so your customers have got somewhere to fuck those two white sissies!" I said, but added, "The hoes will need somewhere to wash and cleanse themselves, otherwise it won't work."

"We share a big restroom with the gas station staff next door, we can use that," Drake replied.

"Shit Drake, we can't have those two sluts cleaning themselves in a public washroom! Someone's gonna call the cops," I exclaimed. Drake explained it was a staff only room and he had a key! I was slightly more relived on hearing that it wasn't a public restroom, Drake added that he knew the girl who worked the weekend nightshifts at the gas station and she was cool and wouldn't cause problems.

Drake and I started cleaning the place up, I was sweeping, washing and mopping and Drake was taking all the rubbish out to a nearby dumpster, Drake put some rap music on as we worked, during a break Drake said, "Are you gonna run this place for me?"

"Er, what do you mean?" I asked.

"You know, like one of them Madam's, I think that's what they're called, you know the boss lady," Drake explained.

"Oh, sort of like 'front-of-house' or receptionist person? You mean taking calls, sorting out the money?" I replied.

"Yeah, boss lady," Drake chuckled.

"Sure, if you want me to?" I replied, adding, "but I've still gotta work at BWAs!" I didn't really want to stop being a prostitute at BWAs because I still wanted to keep my friendships going with the gurls there and I doubted Dr Jane, or Joshua, would let me leave, plus I liked the extra money which I might need now to help Drake out, I also deep down knew I wanted to keep servicing as many big pieces negro sex-meat as I could.

"Course honey, I don't want to disrespect Leroy, you're his bitch," Drake remarked, casually adding, "but I think those two Texas sissies are gonna need your help as they ain't been hoes before, just free sluts. You might need to show 'em the ropes."

I knew Drake meant he wanted me to work in his brothel as a whore as well as the 'boss lady', I spent a few minutes thinking about, I was annoyed by Drake's request, he was meant to be my boyfriend not my pimp but then again Staci and Bambi worked to give their earnings from whoring to their black boyfriends, would I be doing anything different I thought to myself?

"For you, Drake, I'll work for a couple of times just to show them bitches what to do, but after that I'm just front of house OK, no sucking and fucking!" I responded.

"Course, honey," Drake beamed, adding, "and when we're making money you can stop working at BWAs. I wanna start next Saturday, Georgina and Jessica are gonna come back next week."

I continued with the cleaning for next couple of hours and Drake went off to try and find the bits and pieces I thought we needed. As the office was next to a gas station, I decided to get a bottle of water as it was thirsty work, it looked quiet and as I was in my casual Tina clothes, I thought I was passable enough and so wandered down. Fortunately, there was no one filling-up and only an old black lady buying some milk, I went to pick up a bottle of water and heard the assistant say, "Can you afford that?" I instantly recognized Harvey's voice! I looked around to see Harvey giving the old black lady a nasty stare. Shocked, I realized this must be one of the places Harvey worked in, and I was about to leave when I heard him ask me, "Can I help you Miss?"

"Oh no, please serve this lady first," I replied trying my best to disguise my voice. Although I'd never had a particularly deep voice, I'd recenty noticed how I had begun to sound different, I thought I'd started to sound effeminate and Staci was always encouraging me to speak more like a proper sissy!

"She's gonna be a while," Harvey replied giving the black lady a condescending look, which made me realize Harvey was a real mean son-of-a-bitch to blacks when he had a bit of power over them.

I put my arm around the black lady and asked, "Honey, need any help?"

"I can't find my purse, just give me a minute!" the black lady replied looking flustered.

"Look, my black boyfriend's sent me to get something so I'll get your milk as well and you can pay him back later," I said loud enough for Harvey to hear, the black lady nodded and so I handed over some money to her and she paid for both our items, as I didn't want to get too close to Harvey in case he recognized me. Once the black lady had paid for the items, we started to leave together.

"Hey Miss, do I know you?" Harvey shouted at me.

"I don't think so honey, I only know Afro-boys and their big dicks!" I replied, the black lady laughed and Harvey turned red.

"Nigger loving slut!" Harvey muttered loud enough for both the black lady and myself to hear.

Once outside, the black lady said, "Thanks honey, that white boy is always giving me a hard time, he hates us coloreds, and he don't like you either now."

"Don't worry, it's because he's gotta little white dick," I replied giggling. I told the black lady not to bother about the money and we parted but I realized I'd better not go back to the gas station as Harvey had almost recognized me.

Back at the garage I continued cleaning up and getting things ready, Drake soon returned and had managed to get an old mattress from a relative which had seen better days, and managed to find an old bed frame in a dumpster, I told him he'd have to, at least, paint it before I'd get fucked on it. Drake reckoned he'd be able to get hold of the other things I thought we needed before Saturday, we decided to call it a day and head back to my apartment, as we'd done as much as we could, the place looked better but it was still a mess.

As Drake and I drove past the gas station Drake remarked, "We gotta be careful as the white manager at that gas station is a real fucker who hates niggas and nigga-lovers like you!" I decided not to let Drake know I knew Harvey as it would be too difficult to explain everything and just nodded.

Once Drake and I had returned to my apartment, after picking up some fried chicken and beer for Drake, I left Drake watching TV whilst I got a shower and cleaned myself up, re-did my make-up and wig. I knew Drake's big black dick and ever-full ebony testicles would need emptying tonight and so dressed in one of my best NONO basque's, fishnet stockings and high heels, I didn't bother with panties. I joined Drake watching TV, "Do you like my outfit?" I asked.

"Sure do, babe, now just get down there and start licking my balls," Drake commanded, I nodded and soon was kissing and licking his swollen negro sperm-sacs, they felt heavy on my tongue and definitely needed emptying, I thought. Whilst Drake ate his fried chicken, drank his beer and watched TV, I was on my hands and knees giving him my best white sissy blow job and ball suck.

"Ohhhh... yes bitch, I wanna cum all over your face," Drake murmured. I began to stroke Drake's black shaft in between licking his dick-head and balls, soon his ebony cock was rigid and throbbing, "Fuuuccck...," Drake moaned and a huge load of jizz erupted from his negro dick, unfortunately most went all over my basque but some splattered by face. I quickly leant in and proceeded to lick Drake's cock and balls clean of every drop of Afro-spunk I could find and swallowed every bit.

After that I helped Drake get undressed and he went to bed naked, I quickly got myself cleaned-up and got myself ready for bed and, again, wore the pink baby-doll negligee. Drake was already asleep as I slipped under the bedcovers, he lazily put his arm around me and pulled me into a bear-hug, it wasn't long before we were both asleep.

I woke up with Drake's big black erect cock pressing into my asshole, Drake slowly got up and said, "Sorry babe, gotta take my Momma to church today, can you give me a ride?"

"Of course, darling," I replied and kissed Drake.

I quickly got dressed in casual girl clothes and made Drake some breakfast, we were soon ready and I dropped off Drake at his Mother's apartment, which was in a run-down district and the building didn't look that great, I thought. Drake kissed me hard and left, but I wondered if he'd ever have the courage to introduce me to his Mother, and with these uncomfortable thoughts I drove back to my apartment. I decided to call on Marci, and stopped at a local cafe to get some coffee and pastries.

On my way to Marci's apartment I shared the elevator in my apartment's building with a middle-aged white couple, the husband looked me up and down and smiled, I smiled back, the wife was watching and gave her husband a jab with her elbow in his ribs. I suddenly realized this was the couple that had run over Marci's cat, I dediced to have some fun and gave the husband a bigger smile, again, he tried to return my smile without his wife noticing. I got out at Marci's floor and as the elevator doors were closing, I heard the wife say, "How dare you make eyes at that girl!"

Marci greeted me at the door with a kiss, and complimented me on my outfit, saying, "Me and Sarah are going to have to take you clothes shopping, gurl, you need a wardrobe now you've got a man!" Marci and me soon lapsed into gossiping, it seemed everything was going really well between Marci and Sarah, Marci had taken Sarah to meet Millie and Jonelle, and Marci was going to meet Sarah's parents in a couple of weeks, which stunned me as I'd never been invited to Sarah's parents in all the time I was dating Sarah.

I talked about Drake wanting to be a pimp and about our plans to setup a whorehouse in the projects, I didn't mention the two Texas sissies, Georgina and Jessica, that Drake had recruited, I just said I knew a pair of white sissies who wanted to whore for black cock. "Yeah, I bet there's plenty of white boys who wanna be gurls for niggas, most of 'em just don't know it yet," Marci giggled, adding in a more serious tone, "You need to be careful, gurl, ain't healthy having two pimps, that's gonna cause trouble." I said Drake was Leroy's nephew, so I didn't think it would be a problem but added Drake and I weren't intending to tell Leroy about our venture.

I told Marci how the workshop, that Drake had chosen to be our brothel, wasn't great and, although we'd cleaned it up, it was still terrible, Marci said she'd had to work in some pretty bad places when she was stripping and whoring but the secret was to use lots of decent bedding and covers to hide the worst things, Marci even suggested checking at the laundromat I used if they had any spare items, as sometimes these places had stuff people didn't bother collecting.

I left Marci watching her Mexican soaps and returned to my apartment, I knew Dolly from the laundromat worked Sundays, so pulled together my negro jizz-stained lingerie and, as Tina, drove to the laundromat.

I introduced myself to Dolly, who was taken aback as she'd never seen me as Tina. "Oh Sugar, you sure look different but nice, have you brought your special things for Dolly to sort out?" Dolly asked.

"Of course, also maybe you could help me out," I replied, handing Dolly my 'special things', then asked if there was any old bedding and towels that customers had never bothered picking-up at the laundromat.

"Course we have, what are you looking for Sugar?" Dolly asked.

"I'm setting up a whorehouse for sissies like myself, so I need clean sheets, bedding, and towels," I whispered, as I thought there was little point in not being honest.

"Is some nigga pimping you, Sugar?" Dolly said, looking concerned.

"Oh no, just me and my gurlfriends looking for some easy money," I lied, I didn't want to disappoint Dolly as I knew she'd lecture me on how bad black boyfriends would treat me.

"OK, you gonna be shacking up in the projects, I guess, as you only do nigga dick, don't you?" Dolly probed, I simply nodded. Dolly pondered and took me into a back room where there were piles of clothing neatly stacked, Dolly started searching through the piles and began pulling out items, it wasn't long before there was a neat pile of bedding and other things. "What about these pure white ones, got some frilly hems and little snowflake patterns," Dolly said as she lifted up a white sheet, I said I wasn't sure about virgin white as none of us 'gurls' were virgins, Dolly laughed and continued searching.

After a few minutes Dolly pulled out a couple of pink items of bedding, "Oh, these are the ones, Sugar," Dolly said holding up a sheet. It was bright pink and around the edge were embroidered little figures of fairies with wands, Dolly held up some pillow cases which were a different shade of pink but had 'Fairy Dust' printed on them, "Can't think we're gonna find anything better, I mean it'll show them niggas just what sort of white boys they gonna meet at your place!" Dolly giggled. I agreed, the items of bedding would definitely show that myself, Georgina and Jessica were just a set of sissy faggot fairies ready and willing to be put in our place by some Afro-studs.

I asked Dolly, how much she wanted for these items, "Nothing Sugar, but maybe let me borrow some of your NONO stuff, OK?" Dolly asked.

"Really, you know it's for white sissies like me, I'm not sure if it'll fit you," I answered, I was surprised by Dolly's request and wondered why she'd want to borrow my NONO lingerie.

"Yeah, I know it's for white boys but I wanna see if these niggas gonna fuck my ass like they fuck yours!" Dolly giggled, adding, "I may be shorter but I got curves in different places than you."

"Well, OK, you can use anything here," I said, pointing to the bag containing my 'special things' to be washed, Dolly said she'd make sure they were all cleaned before returning them. "OK, but I wanna hear all about it, OK?" I giggled and Dolly nodded and sniggered, I also choose some pink towels with flowers on, and was about to leave when I noticed in the pile some red satin sheets that I thought looked perfect for a brothel, and asked Dolly about them. Dolly pulled the red satin sheets out of a pile and held them up, I could see they were covered in stains.

"No matter what we did we couldn't get these nigga juice stains out, ruined 'em, but you know how that black jizz stains," Dolly explained, I nodded in agreement, as I knew the potency of negro semen and it's ability to stain!

"I'll take them," I said, I knew I didn't mind sitting on negro semen-impregnated sheets and I was sure the pair of Texas sissy sluts wouldn't mind. After hugging Dolly goodbye, I returned to my apartment.

Drake was staying at his Mother's that night so I rang him and told him I'd managed to get some bedding and covers for our brothel, I told him it was mainly pink.

"Pink! Why that color, it's not sexy!" Drake said, sounding disappointed.

"Look darling, they were free, but it's the perfect color for that pair of bitches from Texas. When the guys see little fairies on these pink sheets, they'll know straight away there's nothing those faggot bitches won't do!" I explained, and Drake agreed.

For the rest of the evening I caught up on my studies, I went to bed, alone, but had some very erotic dreams about Drake and 'Cecil's Car Place'.