Black Social Club/White Whore The Trilogy

By Kathy Parks

Single mother applies for a position with an all black social club to provide college tuition for he children. If hired she will have to provide sexual favors for club members birthdays, special guest, and be used for fund raiser functions. After her employment is finished, she finds a way to continue with the experience.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kathy Parks
• Release date: May 22, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463127629

Kathy Parks

As a baby, Kathy Parks was thrown out with the bathwater. This experience shaped her life and art. She is the author of novels including The Lifeboat Clique and Notes from My Captivity, and she also works as an advertising copywriter. She lives with her husband, Michael, in Boulder, Colorado.

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Black Social Club / White Whore

The Trilogy

By

Kathy Parks

Author Notes

Copyright © 2019 by

Kathy Parks

No part of this publication may be reproduced in any form without permission in writing from the author. Reviewers may quote brief passage in reviews.

This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.

This story contains mature content. If you are not an adult or if such content may disturb you, please don’t read.

Table Of Content

The Raffle

Visiting State Official

Another Birthday

State Convention

Next Morning

Trip Home

End Of Contract

Monday Buddy

Tuesday Frank

Wednesday Bobby

Thursday Greg

Friday Warren

Author Notes

Thank You

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Black Social Club White Whore

The Trilogy

The Raffle

Gentlemen, can I have your attention, the club president ask?

He has to repeat the same request several times before most of the conversations dies down. In the meantime, I stand on stage with him as he holds the metal leash attached to the leather collar around my neck. Not only that but I am stark naked, not even allowed to wear shoes. To make it even worse I am a white female standing in front of over thirty black men.

My name is Sue Stone, I am thirty-eight years of age, weigh one hundred and fifty-five pounds, with body measurements of 42D x 36 x 38. I have dirty blond hair with an oval face and dark blue eyes. Not a beauty contestant for sure but for what this group wants I fit the bill.

As an unwed mother of two twins, it’s been a struggled but I have been able to raise two wonderful kids. Work as a receptionist for a large investment company I have been able to meet the daily financial obligations.

Problems developed a little over a year ago when the twins graduated from high school and were accepted to college. Having average grades, they were not offered any financial assistance. In an effort to get help I contacted many organized business looking for financial aid but received no help. I started to contact social organizations to see if any would offer scholarships.

I received a letter from the Neighborhood Assistance Society inviting me to visit and discuss educational financing.

Wanting to make a good impression, I dressed in a pleated light blue skirt and a pale blue blouse with sleeves. Since the meeting was just after lunch, I chose not to wear pantyhose or stockings. For shoes, I picked a pair of plain black loafers.

Arriving at the society building I was impressed with the two-story structure. Upon entering I walk down a short hallway lined with display cases full of event pictures and flags. Exiting the corridor, I found myself in a large auditorium.

Ms. Stone, the president and vice president are waiting for you, a nicely dressed black gentleman addresses me. Please follow me.

I am escorted into a rather large office where two more black gentlemen are seated behind a table. Rising one of them offered me his hand while saying, Ms. Stone my name is Greg Jones, President of the society and this is Mark Dean, Vice President. Please have a set.

The meeting lasted for about an hour and as we talked, it became clear they were not talking about scholarships. The all-black organization was looking for a white female that would be available to attend all meetings and functions for, as they put it, entertainment and fundraising purposes. Whoever they choose would have to perform sex acts at whatever function decided by the governing committee. If I decided to take the position for four years, they promised to provide complete funding for my twins college education.

You might think I would have stormed from the meeting after telling the perverts off, but you would be wrong. Several factors flashed by my mind as I consider the offer. I was at my very last attempt to get my kids into college. Other than work, I have no outside interest and very few social friends. It has seemed like an eternity since I have had any physical contact with a man. And finally, I am a nymphomaniac, in fact I masturbate two or three times a day. So by saying yes I solve the college problem and possibly have