I take the final gulp of my drink and start to sway on the barstool. I'm feeling lightheaded. I look over and smile shyly at the black guys nearby. They're kind of cute, but in this town I could never date them. Too bad.
The bartender is a black guy too. He smiles over at me. When I turn around, I'm surprised to see the two black guys standing over me. I look up at them, wide-eyed. They stare down my shirt and smile.
"You got nice boobies. Wanna come for a ride, white girl?" one of them asks. |