Chapter 2

"Look, I don't want to make light of her loss," the big titted redhead explained as the cameras rolled. "But haven't white tears had enough airtime? What about the bigger issues that characterized this protest? Black people are endlessly victimized by the police, by our entire society, just for existing, but conservative media and the police want us to focus on a bit of white pain?"

Larry sat back a few days after the riot at Cynthia's house. He was on the couch, naked and smoking a joint. He was watching “Real Talk with Joanne Washington” on RJN. Washington, a white bimbo who married a black former football star, was one of the movement’s better allies.

"Witnesses to the apparent 'double homicide' say 'black trannies' killed the father-daughter duo, after another 'black man' raped the girl," Joanne reported. "It's like the 1960s never ended. Listen to this racial profiling, now coupled with transphobia! I'm disgusted, honestly."

Joanne shook her head, her red hair juggling over her full breasts, which begged to be released from the tight orange dress she had on.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Travis," Joanne said sarcastically in a mocking tone, referring to the widow and mother of the two people Larry, Boo, and Reg reparated. "But there are bigger issues than your loss. And if your white tears lead to even more injustices being perpetrated against our black and trans communities, you ought to be ashamed!"

Joanne sighed deeply, composing herself.

"Well, folks, that's it for today. I am Joanne Washington, and this has been Real Talk. See ya'll next time. And remember, always ask yourself what an ally to the cause would do, before acting."

Larry chuckled, switching off the television.

At that moment, a naked Cynthia raised her head from his groin, smiling.

He returned the smile, but pushed her head back down to his erect cock. Cynthia is one of the few women who can deepthroat his full length. It took some work, but they got there eventually. The two had been seeing each other for five years, starting shortly after she had her second child, a son.

Cynthia choked, lifted her head, spat on his cock, jerked it, and pulled her mouth over it again.

A minute later, Larry could feel the cum bubbling up in his balls. He grabbed the woman by the shoulders and pulled her off his dick. She quickly shoveled out of the way, remembering what they had discussed beforehand.

Larry jumped up, jerking his cock as he walked swiftly to the kitchen. Cynthia followed, quickly overtaking him and retrieving the dinner she was preparing for her family from the oven.

It was lasagna. She still had to add another layer of cheese. But first…

She held the metal container at thigh height as Larry approached. After a few more jerks, he shot five ropes of thick, potent cum all over the meat and pasta.

“Ugh! Yeah…” he groaned in pleasure.

After he made sure his dick was clean of cum, he audibly collected a thick blob of spit in his mouth, snorting as he did so, and spat it out over the cum-laced food.

Cynthia smiled, leaning in for a kiss. He reciprocated, shoving his tongue in her mouth and making out for a few seconds, then withdrawing.

"Hop along now and feed your family like a good mother must," Larry said. She nodded, smiling, and put the lasagna aside. She would finish and heat up the dish just before Mark and the kids got home.

"Thank you for helping us be more socially conscious," she told him with a naughty smile.

"What can I say? It's the responsible thing to do…" he replied, as he returned to the living room and got dressed. "But I gotta bounce. I'll see your sweet ass later," he said as Cynthia escorted him out the front door.

***

“We’re not pursuing this, Ben,” Joshua explained to Chief of Police, Benjamin Walker, who sat across his desk. “We’re not prosecuting, so I would encourage you not to waste precious resources on investigating any further.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Ben asked, revolted, his eyes wide with anger.

“Watch your tone. I am the Attorney General and expect you to behave yourself accordingly, Chief,” his boss replied. Joshua shook his head, before looking down at a file he had open on his lap. “Why don’t you focus on this Officer Remy or Remington or whatever instead? He used excessive force when he pinned down a protester.”

“It wasn’t a protest, ‘Mis-ter Attor-ney Gen-e-ral,’ it was a riot. Ten of my men are in the hospital, six civilians were injured, and two brutally murdered, by the rioters. A child was raped, violated with a glass bottle, and then had her head cracked open by blunt force trauma. Officer Reddington – his name is ‘Reddington,’ by the way – pinned down a hooligan who had clubbed two of his colleagues over the heads with a lead pipe,” the policeman explained.

“You don’t seem to understand, Ben. This is politics. The public is divided, but voters tend to be on the side of the protesters. It’s the 21st century, Chief, and black lives matter now. The old way of doing things just ain’t gonna fly anymore, especially not with me running the criminal justice system,” Joshua replied, watching Ben with a scowl. “Now, you can either be part of the solution or part of the problem.”

Ben shook his head. He never liked Joshua Kent. He had been a police officer for two decades, and in the last three years since Kent took over as chief law enforcer in the country, everything seemed to change for the worse.

“I am not at all happy to go along with this, not one bit,” Ben said. Joshua stood up as he finished speaking.

“Well, you’re not paid to be happy, Chief,” Joshua said as he leaned over his table, stretching out his hand.

Ben stood up, looked at Joshua’s hand, and shook his head.

“Keep it. Thank you for your time,” he said as he speedily walked out.

“Fucking bigot,” Joshua mumbled to himself as he saw the uniformed man disappear out of his office.

***

Cynthia and Mark didn’t say much to each other that evening at the dinner table as her family ate the lasagna laced with Larry’s cum.

This dinner table silence was nothing new. Cynthia did not want children. Her daughter, Tamara (or “Tam” as they called her), was an acceptable mistake 9 years ago, but after her unexpected son, Timothy (“Timmy”), was born 6 years ago, Cynthia cut Mark off and sought happiness outside of family life.

“Delicious, honey,” Mark said as he finished eating. Cynthia replied only with a half-hearted smile and a nod.

After clearing the plates and letting the kids go watch television, Cynthia went to her bedroom. They still slept in the same bed. While she did well as a model before having kids, she was now completely dependent on Mark financially, and had to keep him interested and distant at the same time.

Occasional teasing sufficed.

A few minutes later, Mark followed after her. When he entered the room Cynthia had changed into a tight fitting black evening dress and was in the process of applying bright red lipstick on her lips.

“You look wonderful,” her husband said as he placed his hands on her upper arms from behind, rubbing gently up and down.

Looking at him in the mirror, Cynthia just smiled, applying mascara.

“What are you preparing for?” he asked. Cynthia shrugged his hands off her.

“Going out. Don’t wait up,” she answered dismissively.

“Can I ask where you’re going?” Mark inquired, quite submissively.

“No. I don’t ask about your comings and goings, do I?” she replied, knowing her lack of interest in her husband was no real defense.

Mark just sighed, and left to join the children in the living room.

About half an hour later, Cynthia parked her car at the address Larry had texted her. It was one of those modern mansions in the hills overlooking the city. The road was packed with other parked cars and loud music blared from the house. Cynthia could hear a party was going on.

As she walked into the place she immediately realized all the men were black. There was dancing inside and out, and a DJ had occupied the living room.

She also realized that she was overdressed. It was not uncommon for Larry to play such games with her.

“Ey babe!” she heard behind her as Larry’s large hands grabbed her the same way Mark had done in front of her mirror. The difference was the conviction and strength with which Larry did it. Cynthia spun around excitedly, her white teeth beaming as she grinned at the hulking man.

She threw her arms over his shoulders, crossing her hands behind his head, and leaned in to kiss him. They made out for several seconds before Larry handed her a plastic cup with alcohol of some description inside.

“What’s all this?” she inquired.

“This is one of my buddies’ new digs. Having a housewarming party,” he answered as they scoped out the room.

Cynthia was easily one of the oldest women in the joint, and she was barely 27. The others, mostly white with a scattering of Asians and Latinas, were all teenagers, with quite a number of them probably being as young as 13.

“Come on, I’d like you to meet someone,” Larry said as he led Cynthia upstairs to a large entertainment area overlooking the party around the pool below. There were a bunch of large black men each with a smiling white girls sitting on their laps.

“Yo Jamal,” Larry called out to one of the men, who unceremoniously shoved the young girl sitting on his lap off. She stumbled and fell to the floor, but seemingly took it in her stride, quickly getting up and standing pretty.

“Ey man,” Jamal greeted Larry. “How you doin’?”

“Aight, aight,” Larry responded. “Listen, this is the one I was telling you about. Cynthia Smoak.”

Cynthia smiled at Jamal as he eyed her from the legs up.

“Aww man, THE Cynthia Smoak? You’ve outdone yourself, brother,” Jamal exclaimed to Larry, laughing.

“Ey babe,” Jamal said to her. “Me an’ my homies used to jerk off to pictures of you! Dang, you still got it, girl.”

Cynthia chuckled, blushing. “I live to please!”

“Ain’t that the truth?!” Larry asked, chuckling along.

“Come on, come on, you two have a seat,” Jamal motioned for them to sit in one of the recliners. Larry duly complied, with Cynthia following and leaning into him on his lap with her drink.

Jamal returned to the girl he had shoved off his lap, who smiled at him as he approached.

He slapped her hard across the face with the back of his hand. Cynthia judged her to be around 16.

“Wipe that bitch ass grin off your face, cunt, I didn’t invite you to just look pretty. Suck my dick,” he said as he took his seat.

The girl complied right away, falling to her knees and unzipping his pants. His cock sprang free.

“Aww, yeah,” Jamal sighed as he leaned back in his seat, the girl’s head bobbing up and down on his lap.

After a few minutes of general talk between the group, Jamal grabbed the back of the girl’s head and groaned.

“Fuck, yeah… Megan here… right there babe… Megan here was supposed to be at our protest the other day…” he said. Megan slowed her sucking and raised her head. “Naw, carry on,” he commanded.

She lowered her head again, half of his large cock disappearing between her striking red lips. Jamal kept his left hand on the back of her head as he spoke. The rest of the group looked on as Jamal spoke loudly over the music.

“But she thought… fuck yes, almost there… she thought cheerleader practice at school was a valid excuse,” he explained, as Megan kept sucking him off. “But she’s definitely here tonight. Naw, no cheerleader practice now. When there’s work to be done for justice, she’s nowhere to be seen, but when there’s fun to be had with big black cock, she’s first in line…”

While Megan kept bobbing her head up and down, bringing Jamal closer to bliss, Cynthia could see him grabbing a huge dagger that laid on the end table next to his seat with his free, right hand. “Fuck!” Jamal called out as Megan’s head stopped bobbing, her drinking down his cum.

Jamal sighed heavily, letting go of Megan’s head. She looked up, smiled unsurely at Jamal, and wiped her mouth. Jamal returned her smile.

“I ain’t got time for part-time allies, though, bitch,” he said, and in a quick motion shoved the knife halfway into the girl’s temple, blood splattering onto his hand and his pants. The girl immediately went limp, falling to the side. Seconds later, Cynthia could see piss starting to spread out beneath Megan’s corpse.

Larry and the other men chuckled as this happened. Some of the girls looked concerningly at each other, but generally carried on entertaining their men.

Cynthia felt a rush of horiness flood through her body as Megan was casually killed in front of them. She turned immediately to Larry and gave him a deep kiss.