Her mind raced as Kaylee hurried around the rear, already contemplating joining Erika in white slavery (or worse) and rationalizing the giddy feeling she felt in her stomach as being terror. 'I can't even imagine what's going to happen to us!' she thought, expecting to see her blonde friend already being gangbanged by black men.
It took a moment for Kaylee to process the scene when she turned the corner and saw Erika van Blakt still standing, fully clothed, and having a friendly chat with a tall thin black man. "Kaylee, this is Jules," she said by way of introduction, adding with a smile of relief. "He says he can take care of us."
"Yeah, I gotta a soft spot for pretty white girls out looking for a good time," he admitted with a drawl so heavy he was a little hard to understand. "Those fine titties real, girl?"
Kaylee's green eyes went wide and her face went red, but the southern belle didn't want to alienate their new friend. "Yes, they are," she replied a little warily, forcing a smile as she crossed her arms and looked over at Erika. "I heard you scream..."
"Oh, I got startled when I got out because Jules was standing right next to the door," she explained with a laugh.
"Call me Big J," he said with a weird smirk on his face as he looked from one girl's body to the other, giving Kaylee a bad vibe. "Everybody does. You girls must be down here looking for a man, am I right?"
Kaylee tried to deny it but Erika interrupted her. "Yes, Big J, this one wants to meet a celebrity and get famous!" the South African tattled innocently. "Even though she's plenty famous already..."
"I'm guessing pornstar?" Jules asked, eyebrow raised as he glanced the redhead over, which only offended her further.
"Miss Teen South Carolina," Kaylee clarified, sniffing as she put her hands on her hips and looked down her nose at him. "Now if you will excuse us, 'Mr. J' or whatever, we have places to go and people to see..."
"I got a better idea..." Big Jules suggested cheerfully, but with an edge like he didn't expect to be refused...
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