Darnell hated working in his momma’s brother’s store. He’d been working in the same fucking store for six years now, and the salary was still shit. At first the work had been great, of course--how many 12 year olds had access to alcohol like that, alone in a liquor store all day long? But after the beating he got the first time his uncle caught him, he never tried his uncle’s stuff again, even though he was a lot bigger now.
Mostly, he just sat at the counter, bored. Sometimes he’d laugh with the old men who were the only customers--young guys couldn’t afford his uncle’s prices, and his uncle wasn’t someone you stole from, Darnell had actually gotten off light. On slow days, he grabbed a porn mag and spent the time jacking off.
Today was one of those slow days. Darnell was a straightforward guy in his tastes, but somehow he’d ended up with a bit of kink today: page after page of white school girls gangbanged by black dudes like him. Weird, actually, because he had no idea how this issue got into his collection. Still, the hoes were hot and today was extra dull.
Darnell was just thinking about banging another one out when that song came on the radio, the one about white pussy. Darnell didn’t know anything about DJ Mirrors--in fact, he thought that was a pretty stupid name--but a rap about “pale pretty titty” was the perfect soundtrack for his porn of the day. Funny how sometimes everything just fit. |