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"You fucking shit for brains are not worth shit! Go out there, find a cute girl, fuck her and bring it back to me! What the fuck do you think I'm paying you for?"
The words stuck in the front of my mind, as our boss scolded my two buddies and me. The older white boss was the essence of power, but also the essence of prick. With our cameraman standing behind us, receiving less attention as he received less money, all four of us left his home feeling a mix of shame and anger.
The two-faced old fart switched to his "nice guy" attitude as soon as we left his office. He walked in front of us, four black men towering over the short white guy. It didn't seem natural, but we all felt that this was the way it was and was always going to be. He was paying us. We needed him, but we despised him.
As he moved to his expensive Mercedes, we filed into our black jeep. I was the driver, I always was. As we started our engines, he shouted from his window, "Hey fellas, find a young girl, ANY girl, I don't care if she's a porn star or not, and make me a video by the end of the day. For all you know, your jobs are on the line." He sped away down his long driveway, and I pulled in behind him.
By the time I reached his front gate, he had already disappeared from view. I pulled out onto the rich suburban street, admiring the houses. We all sat in silence, thinking about what we had to do. Don't get us wrong, our job was the best in the world. After all, who wouldn't want to gangbang white chicks with our big black cocks.
About a hundred metres down the road, I was stuck behind a slow bus. It stopped in the middle of the road, not able to pull over to the side where the bus stop was, and we were forced to stop behind it. The doors opened, and out jumped the girl of teenager's dreams, and older men too.
The navy blue plaid skirt of her rich catholic girls school uniform temporarily blew up in the breeze as she stepped down to the road. Beneath it, all four of us got a glimpse of her small white panties covering her petite derriere. In synchronisation, our faces dropped down her splendidly tanned legs, over her knee-high white socks to her white sneakers.
The small girl was heavenly, and we all knew without even speaking it, that she was going to be our first target of the afternoon. Very rarely did a girl this pretty, with her short, brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, ever get tempted into our plans, but it was worth a shot.
"Just one, we don't want to scare her," I said, without taking my eyes off her. The smooth skin of her arms and face were calling out to be held and caressed. As my man Tyrone in the passenger seat opened his door to go talk to her, I reminded him, "check her age man, she doesn't look legal." He rose from his seat as the bus pulled away. Our jeep stayed put, as all three men inside, and the one now outside, all aged over thirty, eyed the delectable piece of teen ass.
"She can't be over eighteen" said the cameraman, Jay. It didn't matter to us, as we undressed her in our heads, and fucked her small body. "She won't say yes even if she was," said Darante - "Dee" to us, the other man in the back seat.
From where we sat, we couldn't tell what was being said, but we knew the drill. Tyrone was the best at the persuasion, and right now was talking to the girl about his job as a 'student surveyor'. I knew the lines that we were to tell them: "For just half an hour of your time, we will run some questions by you about your student life, and for that you will earn $20."
The girl looked pleasant, her small nose and mouth balanced with her bright blue eyes. Not a thing looked out of place, besides the large black man standing beside her. As part of the charade, Tyrone, like the rest of us, wore suit pants and a shirt, and where they stood, the young girl only came up to the tall man's chest. It only made us want her more.
Then we were all surprised when the girl smiled, nodded and seemed to be in agreement with Tyrone. "That nigger got some tricks, aint he?" I said, and the two walked over to the car.
Another moment of conflict, as the girl saw inside the car, three other men. Tyrone opened the back door, and introduced the girl. "Bethany, meet my colleagues, they will be helping with the survey. Gentlemen, this is Bethany."
She was tentative, but maintained a girlish confidence, "you can call me Beth, that's what everyone calls me."
"Beth, here, has agreed to help us with our studies," said Tyrone.
I spoke up, "Oh that's so great, do you live around here?"
"Ahhh, yeah I do, but why do we have to go there?"
"Well, this is a serious survey, and we require an indoor setting. You could come back to our office."
"No, no, I live just down the road," she pointed back down the road, and the short sleeves of her white blouse left a slightly open view into it. While she looked down the road, all four of us took a glimpse at her small B-cup breasts, her pink bra visible through the thin material covering it. We snapped our heads up quickly; it was too risky to lose this catch now.
"Well why don't you come in, we'll take you there," offered Dee, taking her hand and guiding her between the two men in the spacious back seat. As she climbed over, her luscious butt cheeks brushed against the big man's knees, sending shivers to his cock.
She planted herself on the seat, a little squashed between the two men, and Tyrone took his seat up front.
I put the car into drive and chucked a U-turn. I then eased down the suburban street, "how far down are you?"
"Keep going," she prompted, before pointing out her house, "That one just there, the one with the gates."
I almost crashed to a stop as she pointed to the house we had left no longer than ten minutes ago. The other guys seemed shocked as well, but Dee, who sat with his thigh against hers, urged me on, "C'mon, man, what are you waiting for."
I continued on, and drove up the long driveway. As we pulled to a stop and got out of the car, Tyrone asked, "So you said your parents aren't home, Beth?" He was sure to continue using her name to make her feel more comfortable.
"I don't think so, my mum always comes home late, and daddy is sometimes home for work. So he could be home."