The Secret Lives of White Cougars

By Nick Shaw

Lisa Donovan assigns Jason Grant, the token black employee in her talent agency, to chaperon Missy McGuire, a film star past her prime, during her Los Angeles stay. Missy has just acted in an interracial film and is in the city for a photo shoot. Lisa invites Jason to dine with Missy and her the same evening.

Jason checks up Missy’s biography and notices that she quit Hollywood at the height of her career. He requests a black friend to investigate. They manage to get some compromising Polaroid shots of Missy with Jackson Coots, a black boxer.

After dinner with the two white women, Lisa requests Jason to drop Missy at her hotel.

On the drive to the hotel, Jason informs Missy that he has the photos of her with Jackson. Missy asks Jason to stop the car and gets out. Jason follows her. Eventually she cools down and the two sit on a bench when she tells Jason how she met Jackson and about her affair with the black boxer. She admits that she broke off the relationship under instructions from her Hollywood studio.

The conversation brings back old memories and Missy succumbs to Jason’s oral advances. They stop when they hear an approaching car.

Jason accompanies Missy to her hotel room when he hands over the photos to her. They make love and Jason spends the night with Missy.

During the photo shoot, Jason is struck by the physical similarity between Jackson and the black actor starring with Missy in a soft porn interracial feature.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nick Shaw
• Release date: Feb 2, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310261190

Nick Shaw

I am a freelance journalist who has branched out into fiction writing.

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Secret Lives of White Cougars

Copyright 2016 Nick Shaw

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

About Nick Shaw

Other books by Nick Shaw

Connect with Nick Shaw

Acknowledgements

I want to acknowledge my appreciation of all the great Hollywood actresses from the fifties – Ava Gardner, Doris Day, Kim Novak, Lana Turner, Marilyn Monroe and Rita Hayworth – who had been the object of my boyhood fantasies and inspired me to develop the plot for my book.

The strict moral code during the fifties frowned upon interracial affairs between white actresses and black men. Nevertheless, some white actresses crossed the colour line, thumbing their noses at their studios.

Rumours did circulate but the studios did manage to keep such affairs under wraps.

My thanks to these wonderful ladies whose daring doings gave me the idea for this book.

Prologue

Many interracial stories have plots about older white women and younger black men.

However, I wanted to get away from the stereotype plots of bored white housewives lusting after black pool boys or white wives cuckolding their husbands with virile black studs.

Rather my theme focuses on the evolution of racism and interracial sex taboos in the U.S. over the past decades. In the fifties, a black teenager, Emmett Till, was killed for whistling at a white woman. In this decade, Dennis Rodman, a black basketball player, had an alleged affair with Madonna and married Carmen Electra for a short while without it affecting the careers of any of the two white stars. Despite this progress in race relations, there is an underlying disapproval of relations between white women and black men. This condemnation is accentuated if the black man comes from lower social strata, forcing the white woman to keep the affair a secret.

My book focuses on exactly this kind of situation where a sexual relationship between consenting adults takes on an illicit nature because of social attitudes. This forbidden aspect adds to the intensity of sexual pleasure because, as they say, sex is in the mind.

This book explores the relationship between race and sex.

Chapter One

Jason - Friday

Jason, idly doodling on his yellow legal pad, waited for six rings before picking up the phone.

Hello! Lisa Donovan Talent Agency! Jason Grant speaking! May I help you?

Recognising the voice at the other end, he adopted an apologetic tone. Hello Mrs Donovan. I am sorry for having kept you waiting.

Good morning Jason. Can you come over to my office in thirty minutes time? The voice was polite and soft.

I’ll be there at ten thirty.

Jason was surprised. The company’s CEO had called him. She usually talked to John, his immediate boss. His six-month probation period was coming to an end? Did they want to fire him?

Jason’s thoughts were interrupted when he saw Linda, the blonde office manager walking towards his table. He flashed a big smile but Linda just greeted him with a curt Good morning.

His heart beat faster when she bent forward over him, her sun dress exposing the top of her creamy breasts.

Harriet has returned your expense vouchers, she announced, placing two sheets on his table. They need John’s signature.

I don’t understand, Jason protested.

Please see John. Linda turned away, revealing long, shapely legs in high heels.

‘Stuck-up white bitch’, Jason swore under his breath. At the same time, he experienced a hard on. He cursed himself for lusting after this white woman who was treating him in this derogatory manner.

He preferred women like Linda with their silky hair, fair skin and light eyes. Perhaps classy blondes were off-limits for ghetto boys like him. Yet, it was this unstated racism that drove him to fantasize about his white female co-workers.

Exasperated, Jason got up and walked towards Harriet’s grilled enclosure.

Thrusting his expense vouchers under the grill, Jason let his gaze linger on Harriet’s dark hair tinged with grey strands, plucked eye brows and hazel eyes.

What’s this with my vouchers needing John’s signature?

Harriet looked at one of the expense notes, her eyes narrowing behind her spectacles. She pointed to a dotted line.

You need John’s signature here.

Harry Stern phoned me to pick up his contract. John wasn’t there and I called a cab.

Please see John. I don’t make the rules.

Jason melted when Harriet gave him a warm smile.

Harriet reminded him of Stacey, his first grade school teacher. He had fallen in love with her, deciding to marry a white woman like her when he grew up. This innocent puppy love was replaced by adolescent sexual fantasies with memories of peeking up Stacey’s skirt to get a glimpse of her panties covering that vital patch between her white thighs.

He wondered whether Harriet also wore laced or plain panties. Damn, he was getting a hard on again.

Jason decided to go to the mailroom to see if the Harry Stern contract had arrived. Gina was the one white girl who was always nice to him.

Jason found Gina to be plain. She had a large forehead, big chin and a thick neck. He had never seen her legs because she wore a kaftan to hide her stout figure.

How is our basketball hero doing today?

Gina was aware that he had played as point guard with the LBSU basketball team. The other white women showed little interest when he talked about his glorious past in college basketball games.

I haven’t touched a ball since I’ve been working in this sweatshop.

Gina laughed.

You should take time off to see the team practise. The old gang would be glad to see you.

Jason just shrugged his shoulders.

Do you have any mail from Harry Stern for me?

While Gina scanned the letters on her table, Jason wondered whether she had been a basketball groupie.

Nope, there is nothing from Harry’s office.

Thanks, Gina.

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