Hi everyone! My name is Mari Jo, but my friends call me MJ for short. I am a white woman who grew up in a small southern town where racial tensions were still high even in 2014. My parents were no exception. Although they never broadcast it in public, I was well aware of their prejudices.
Luckily I never inherited their prejudices - though I can't say the same for my husband of four years. After the economy hit an all time low and the businesses started closing, we decided to move to Las Vegas. My husband found a job at a local scrap metal yard and I a waitressing job.
We had not realized how expensive it was to live in Vegas. After a month my husband found a second job parking cars at a luxury hotel casino just to make rent.
The shit hit the fan right away. My husband Joe came home after the third day bitching that he was forced to work with a lazy nigger who always disappeared during the shift. He looked at me, "Do you know what the worst part is?"
I shook my head, "No honey. What?"
He popped a beer and took a big gulp, "That nigger comes back every time, bragging how he just scored a new piece of white tail." He took another swig, "Why would any self-respecting white woman fuck a mud shark?"
I glared at my husband, "Honey, you have to calm down. Blacks are human also. Besides, you've got me, and I haven't been 'mud sharked', right?"
"Yeah..." He could tell I was angry and didn't say another word after finishing his beer and opening another one. He went and sat on the couch and turned on the TV and was soon snoring.
I would not say I'm gorgeous, but I would say I am cute. I stand only 5' 2" tall with brunette hair that goes half way down my spine, and my deep blue eyes have gotten me more than a few dates over the years. At 23 years old I still weigh the same that I did back when I was back in high school on the dance team - 110 pounds with a 34C-24-34 figure.
At work I became friends with three of the other waitresses rather quickly. One was married and the other two weren't. They would always invite me to go out on the town with them after work. I would go out with them once in awhile only because Joe and I were trying to build up a little nest egg. I loved to dance but never had more than two drinks.
When my husband's routine became stagnant working two jobs, I loosened my hair a bit and started going out more.
One Friday night after we finished work my girlfriends and I stopped by my husband's work to see if he wanted to join us. When we got there I dragged Joe aside to talk to him. The girls started to talk to his tall, dark co-worker - the one Joe despised.
"Hey honey," Joe gave me a peck on the lips, "What's up?"
I smiled, "We just wanted to see if you would like to meet us after work. Interested?"
He frowned, "I would love too but it's been a long week and I'm exhausted."
A car pulled up to park. Joe's co-worker was so pre-occupied with my friends he never moved. Joe glared daggers at him.
"Fucking lazy gorilla. " Joe spat on ground, "I've got to do all the work. Sorry honey, I have to go."
"Joe-" I began, but Joe went to help the customers. Disappointed, I went to join my girlfriends.
Julie, my married friend, was all giddy as she stood next to Joe's grinning coworker, "MJ! This is Marq."
"Nice to meet you Marq," holding out my hand.
"Pleasures all mine," He kissed the back of my hand, "That Joey's one lucky dude."
"Thanks," I smiled politely. Joe returned a couple of minutes later. Seeing Julie hanging all over Marq soured his expression immediately. I gave him a stern look.
"Joey boy," Marq spoke, "You don't mind if I take off, do you? There's only an hour left?"
"No," Joe's lip curled, "Do whatever you want, man."
Joe sat in the booth shaking his head while we walked off. I gave him the, 'I didn't know' shrug, trailing behind the others.
When we got to the club we ordered drinks and grabbed a table. Only by that point did I realize how good looking Marq was. He had taken his work jacket off. Easily standing over a foot taller than me, Marq was well muscled like he worked out. I could see his six pack abs through his tight white tank top. His head was shaved and reflected the club's hanging lights. His well groomed goatee showed off his shiny white teeth whenever he flashed his amazing smile - which was often.
I was in awe over this man. The black and white contrast captivated me. And the way he'd grin whenever he caught me staring, he had to know what I was thinking.
I avoided looking at him until he started dancing with my friends. I was becoming intrigued with him. The man could move, and my friends all came back flushed and jittery.
When a slow dance came on all my friends jumped up hoping he would take one of them. But he didn't look at them this time.
"MJ?" he said, his dark-amber eyes on mine. I literally jumped out of my shoes when he took my hand.
"I-I'd love to!" I stammered, and he escorted me to the dance floor.
We were dancing close enough that his crotch met my stomach. He was so tall my fingers barely touched behind his neck. His hands were on my waist until I felt something move up my belly. When I didn't jump his hands slowly moved onto my ass.
"
Oh my God
.
He's so brazen
," I thought as I looked up into his steely gaze.
We continued dancing until the music changed. Marq quickly bought another round for the table, and for the first time I broke my two-drink rule. We chatted for a little while. Marq would dance with every one at the table during the fast songs, but every slow tune that came on he would lead me out to the dance floor.
Marq was easy to dance with. Being so close to him I would feel the strange movement sometimes around my stomach. Other times it would graze my upper thigh. Since he was a funny guy I figured it was some kind of trick. Knowing Joe, I knew no man could actually be that large down there!
I never jumped or moved away from whatever it was though. Marq's hands always seemed to gravitate to my ass. By the time the last slow song played, Marq's hand had found its way under my mini skirt and inside the leg opening of my bikini panties. I just stood there, staring up into his eyes. His long, thick finger slid between my nether lips.
When the song ended he pulled his hand out of my panties. I saw it was shiny with my fluids. I was shocked when he sniffed his finger and then sucked it clean. Staring down into my eyes he smiled.
"Mmm... how sweet."
He left, and I didn't move for a minute before walking to the ladies room. I sat in a stall, stunned at what had happened. I couldn't believe I had let Marq touch me so intimately. More than that, my vagina was absolutely soaked.
I was just coming out of the stall when Julie walked in. She was smiling like the cat that ate the canary.
She giggled, "Aren't you the lucky one?"