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semicircle around her, their stiff cocks glistening with her spittle. “They took me…I mean they fucked me.”
    “Your ass, too? Did the brothers fuck you up the ass?”
    “Yes. I think all of them did. All of them had me twice. I think two of them had me three times.”
    Robert pulled the cab over and stopped in front of an upscale club called, “Dex.” He turned to face her, “You like it? You like what they done to you?”
    She looked directly at him and spoke in a low even voice, “No, Robert. I felt dirty. I felt terribly ashamed, guilty, degraded.”
    Robert nodded, “But that ain’t all you felt. Ain’t I right?’
    She looked away, “You’re right Robert. It’s crazy but I also liked what they did, what they made me do. I felt this…this need to give myself to them. If I didn’t I wouldn’t be here.”
    Robert grinned at her and winked at Sam, “Well, Mrs. O’Donnel, you got yourself one mean motherfucker of a date tonight. I expect he gonna fuck your mouth, your ass, and your pussy. Ain’t that right Sam?”
    Sam reached across Maureen to open the door, “That’s right, Robert,” he said motioning for her to get out. “This white bitch gonna feel Sam’s prick in every damn one of her holes.” He climbed out of the cab but leaned back in and spoke loud enough for Maureen to hear. “And she gonna let her husband know how much she’s liken it.” Robert laughed and waved, then drove off.
    At the entrance to the club, Sam stopped and faced Maureen, “Listen up, bitch. I bought you for the night. You fuckin belong to me. You show the brothers and sisters and white folks inside that you’re mine. Let them know you’re hot for me. Let them know you want fucked.”
    He grabbed her arms roughly and stared at her. He was sweating. The evening had become hot and humid, but she felt a chill pass through her body. The thought that Sam had murdered someone terrified her. The realization that she would be made to take him back to her house frightened her even more. The children’s room was next to hers. Only a narrow hall separated the two bedrooms. Sam would be in her bed, probably drunk and loud. She would be with him, naked, trying to please him. She simply couldn’t take him home. Maybe she’d still be able to persuade him to take her to a motel instead. She had to feed his ego, had to make him start to like her, had to convince him she wanted him. To expose her children to this heartless murderer was unthinkable. She prayed that Brian would find somewhere to take the children for the night.
    They were still standing at the entrance to the club. She looked up at him and stepped forward to press her body against his, “You excite me, Sam. Right from the first you did, but I was afraid.” She paused, then continued, “What you did in order to have me excites me.” She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed her crotch into his, “You make me hot, Sam. I want you to fuck me tonight. I want you to fuck me hard.”

Chapter Two
    Sam stared down at her, “When we go inside you let all the folks, black and white, know you’re my woman. Let them see you got the hots for me.”
    She nodded, “Yes, Sam, I will.”
    “Shit! You still look like you wishin to be somewhere’s else. You got to look and act like you’re havin a good time.” Two young white men passed them and glared. She heard one of them say, “She’s gotta be a fuckin slut.” Sam ignored them. He put his hands on her ass, “You’re a party whore, a party whore for blacks.” He pulled her close, “Say it nice. Say what you is.”
    She looked away, then clasped her hands behind his neck and ground her pelvis against him. She tilted her head up, “I’m a party whore, Sam, a party whore for blacks.”
    “That’s right. That’s what you fuckin is, so act like it.” He put his arm around her waist and pulled open the door to the club.
    It was dark, all black glass and chrome. Booths lined three of the walls. In the