This story was written by request.
(Note* Laura & Larry always ask for stories in which Laura is taken by a strange black man without her knowing about it until after the fact.)
Larry's persistence that they wait for the crowd at the concert to file out before them in their head long pursuit to return to their homes was normally a valid idea. If there were going to be any car accidents they would take place during the throngs head long rush to get home at the end of a concert and not a half an hour later when most were well on their way down the highway. However Larry's timing this time was extremely bad, Laura reasoned, as the battery to their car was dead after Larry had forgotten to turn them off, and now the city was experiencing a total blackout from the lightening storm that had erupted suddenly outside. To make matters worse they were parked in a basement garage with absolutely no light.
"Hey! Don't do that Larry!" She said slapping at his hand and missing as it pulled out from under her skirt.
"What hon? Oh come on, Laura, nobody can see us even if there was anybody here to look."
"Maybe, but what if the lights come back on, and we're in the middle of it?"
"So what? There's no one to see us," he pursued rubbing her ass with the bulge in his trousers, "besides, here in the dark you can pretend that I'm a black scoundrel having my way with you. Wouldn't you like that Laura? Having a big black stranger force you over the hood of the car, his mighty black spear entering you from behind, taking you here out in the open, where at any time the lights could come back on and reveal you acting like some white trash whore for her Nigger pimp. I mean you’re dressed for the part in that sexy mini outfit your barely wearing tonight, garters and all."
"You men are all alike," Laura bit back, trying to keep cool. Larry was just being playful as usual, and they'd role played many times, but this time he'd hit on her deepest secret desire. That of being a whore for a black man. Still, even role-playing had its rules, and she'd never brought up this fantasy so Larry was obviously testing her. "Why do guys always think that a woman is fascinated with bigger, and why does it have to be a black pimp, why not a Mexican pimp, or for that matter a white pimp?"
"It's a dick thing," Larry said, making them both break out laughing, the empty garage echoing their merriment, "besides," he added, "I've seen you checking out more than your share of innocent black butts when you didn't think I was looking."
Busted, but there was an easy out, and Laura took it.
"Maybe, but with you here now you could never pull off the masquerade as I already know it's you Larry, and something like that would only take place if you left me here and say went exploring to get some help, to charge this battery, so we can get the hell home."
Larry's sigh was audible, and he had to admit that the fun and games would have to wait while he went to get them some aid, and she was right also that it couldn't work if she knew that he was here already.
"I saw a phone near the stair well two flights up," he replied, "maybe I can find it in the dark and call a tow truck from there, or at least get a flash light or something. You wait in the car Laura, and I'll be back in no time."
"Fair enough," she replied.
"But if some handsome black fellow, about my height with a pen light comes by," Larry said, then chuckling simply walked away, "I'm sure you'll treat him right."
Her only response was to close the car door with her butt as she stood next to their car. She could take the utter blackness, but not in the confines of the car, it was just too claustrophobic for her tastes. Fortunately for me, neither of these two people smoked so there was no matches or lighters to reveal my presence five parking slots away.
