"And that class, is how racist white men in the 20th century used redlining to keep African Americans out of the suburbs in a way that is still being felt to this day. Now, remember you'll have discussion period on Monday so be sure to come up with three ways that reparations can help Black Americans live on a more level playing field. We're just about out of time, so class dismissed and have a great weekend!"
Lexxy thought that the lecture would never end. She was grateful to learn what she could about the true history of the country she lived in, but it was Friday afternoon and she hadn't had a good Black dick in almost four hours.
Lexxy walked outside the lecture hall. It was a full three weeks since she officially made Tom her bitch and things couldn't be going better. Right at 1:59pm, Tom rolled up to the lecture hall in Lexxy's new Bentley. The all-black beauty cost Lexxy a down payment of 50 grand, which she was easily able to cover with her first month's check from FansOnly. Also easily afforded was Lexxy's brand new wardrobe of sexy and glamourous clothing from designer brands she'd barely ever heard of before. Sporting a sexy, cleavage-baring lacy white tube top, pink miniskirt and white thigh-highs from brands she could barely pronounce, she strutted to the luxury car while white boys broke their necks trying to steal a glance of her juicy ass sweeping with every step.
Tom exited the door, then walked around the car and opened a back door for Lexxy. When the bombshell got in, he closed the door behind her and got back in the driver's seat.
Tom drove off to Lexxy's new place. About 2 miles from campus in the upscale business district of the city, Tom arrived at Lexxy's apartment within a few minutes. He pulled in front of Lexxy's building, a 49-story luxury structure in the most expensive neighborhood in the city surrounded by Michelin-star restaurants and $29 salad lunch restaurants. Lexxy exited the car after Tom opened the door for her and she walked into the lobby.
A doorman greeted the blonde as she walked forward. "Ah, Miss Alexis. Please, allow me to take you to your floor" the tuxedo-clad gentleman said.
Lexxy took the elevator up to the 44th floor and walked to her new apartment. It was a massive 3-bedroom fully-furnished suite with floors of marble, adorned in statues and filled with the highest luxury food, drink, furniture and clothing. Lexxy got a text from the only other tenant on the floor, her friend Riley, who live in an equally grand suite across from her own.
Lexxy made $330,000 in her first month on FansOnly. After buying everything she could ever want, including tuition, the ridiculous apartment, a whole new wardrobe and a down payment on a car that CEO's can barely afford, she still had over a hundred grand left. Her subscriber count was just above 1,000 and growing exponentially every week despite the fact that she continued to put out mostly the same type of content.
Riley was doing even better. Her subscriber count nearly doubled to about 4,000 and she pulled in over $1 million in a month for the first time in her career. Also having no idea what to spend her money on, Riley hired a team of servants to do the work that Tom was doing for Lexxy: drive her around, shop for outfits, do her hair and makeup, cook and clean, cater to her every whim.
The two snowbunnies were reveling in their newfound free time, and the money they were bringing in for themselves and Dante made them two of his favorite bitches. Dante lived on the 47th floor, which he possessed all by himself. Other than Lexxy and Riley, there were five or six girls with popular FansOnly accounts that fucked Dante on camera and gave him a one-third cut of the profits. He was likely making over $2 million a month.
"Ugh, this ytboi wants to jerk off while he eats my ass or something. He's offering his beach house in New Jersey if I do. Can't wait to tell him to fuck off" Riley's text read.
"OMG ur crazy! It's worth it for a beach house!" Lexxy replied.
"Bitch you know how rich I am????" Riley replied. Lexxy laughed when she read it. But it was true.
Tom parked the Bentley in the building's garage then began the mile walk to his loft on the bad side of town. He lived in a dirty, single-room complex in a basement below an Indian restaurant for $800 a month. He had no hot water, no bathroom to his own and no windows. He spend endless hours editing and perfecting Lexxy's many pornographic videos in the tiny desk in his apartment, while also replying to horny messages from fans and coming up with new concepts for videos. When he finished editing, he went shopping and bought Lexxy new outfits for videos along with hair products and makeup. He spent an average of an hour and a half a day serving as Lexxy's personal stylist as well, getting her all pretty and dolled up to be fucked by a better man on camera. What little free time he had was spent sleeping, jerking off to Lexxy and delving deeper into the rabbit hole interracial fetishism for ideas for future content from Lexxy.
"Scene. Now" Tom's phone showed. It was a text from Lexxy.
After two hours of editing and posting Lexxy's scenes from the night before, Tom grabbed his cameras and outfits for Lexxy, took his bike over to Lexxy's apartment and went up to her room.
When Tom entered Lexxy's room, her was surprised to see his ex-girlfriend in sexy lingerie, full makeup, and with a tripod camera already set up in the room.
Tom's jaw dropped, making the Blonde laugh. Riley was also there, he noticed, loudly laughing at the smitten loser.
"Alright, Tommy. I know I can be mean at times. But I guess you were my first love, and the fans do seem to like it when I'm with you. So I thought I'd give you a treat today before the fuck-fest. What have you had to eat today?" Lexxy asked.
"R-Ramen mostly. Same as every other day" said Tom, looking at the ground to avoid being further enchanted by Lexxy's beauty.
