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Other photos of the rooms and V.I.P. section weer equally defeating. A large glass door that read "VIP" had the front glass acid etching of that same "Black Power" symbol in a circle. Numerous other photos of showed regular club life, but they were all of black men and the prettiest white women anyone can describe.
I couldn't look any longer. There were numerous other pages, a "letters" page, and a page for "future outings" listed. I couldn't bring myself to look upon them. I had seen enough.
The looks on these black men's faces were ones of complete control and confidence. They seemed arrogant and "cocky" as their white women seemed to cater to their every whim. Their stares of dominance were ones that told me they were taking all these white women from us white men, and I began to feel suffocated by the realization that all of us white men were helpless to stop it.
At that time, I thought it would be best to tell the other white husbands in the condo community about this club. I knew that Mark had left, and there were 12 of us remaining. But, I had not seen any of them in such a long time. I reasoned that all the wives were probably out at "The Black Jacques Club" tonight, since Julie and Tra'mon had left for the club a short time ago.
For some reason, I felt compelled to at least try to talk to them. I don't know why, but I did.
Perhaps, it was a desperate attempt to find out exactly why I hadn't seen them for so long. Part of my need to do this was an attempt to get my blonde wife back. Maybe, the reason was that I was feeling so all alone in the world since the young black had "taken over," and that he had taken my wife away.
I wasn't sure what the main reason was. But, I found myself leaving my condo apartment and walking towards the other white husband's apartments. It was now closer to midnight when I finally summoned enough courage inside to make this uncharacteristic attempt to speak to the other husbands.
end.
- COMMENTS
spyintheskyover 12 years agoI must admit if I hear 'I couldn't be more humiliated' or 'my feeling of defeat couldn't have been greater' only for it to be greater on the next page, once more I am going to top myself. That said this is so damn compelling for all its faults, deep plot holes, and ropey writing it has elements that are right at the core (at least for many) of suspense and erotic arousal. Aren't we made to work for it mind.
Now a few points.
1) On the club site surely wimp would have wanted to see what it said about the other wives on their profiles knowing you aren't alone in this pain which is why he is seeking out the other husbands surely.
2) Ignoring the other wives in these chapters is such a big mistake as it could put such suspense and imagination second hand regarding J into the story without having to involve Julie directly and while so doing replacing drawn out bikini washing with some erotic variation on the theme. Why does he never see the other wives going off with? to this club or out by the pool. Seeing his or associates control over them could be another shock to his system, maybe seeing a few of the husbands accepting their wives role etc, etc. Various hot scenarios here I think as we see the other wives debased or at least hints of it. What about a pool party at the condo as complete contrast to that original one when T appeared.
3) Can we not change to the point where wimp finally understands that he wont get Julie back at least on his terms and determines to move on/away but because of Trey's hold over the condo can still control him by his being unable to sell up. For example Trey offers then to buy it for 'his woman' to give him space at a much reduced fee and then being the only buyer available makes him do things to keep that option open.
Lets have a little lateral thinking here and less repetition, its like tumbleweed running through the condo as things stand.
tcitalianguyover 12 years agoIt's like a horrible accident. You don't want to look, but you can't look away. I see it and I read it and am thinking this man is delusional. He must have grown up in a completely white area. Thank god I grew up in a predominantly black neighborhood where I learned to see through all the bullshit they spew.
Absalomrideover 12 years agothough I have a horrible feeling it may not be what I expect. I'm giving you a few stars anyway for the fun you're having ya fucking old pervy wimp. Not being hostile, I know you like being called that.) BACA
Anonymousover 12 years agoThe story has great potential but it is moving so slow that despite liking the story I am about to stop reading it. 3 pages on washing bikinis is too much. Please pick up the pace.
