"Yeah, he's a pussycat If I was into men…but I ain't. So call him."
"Oh, Td be too embarrassed. I mean, after…"
"He'd be em-baaw-athed. Oh, Jesus fucking Christ Lloyd. Gimme the number, I'll call."
Other voices came and went After a while the two people with her got up and went somewhere. They were nice enough to leave her the robe. But after a while it fell off, too, and she discovered she didn't really need it. She was in the middle of a high now, not on the cutting edges of it and she'd slipped back into that strange passive condition she'd been in earlier. And the people came and went…
…They were in the back room. She was naked still, and Artie was setting up the cameras. She was sitting back on her heels on a pad on the floor, the kind you use for lying on to exercise or do karate classes or whatever. She looked around her; she was surrounded by lights, and they were warm on her naked body. They were too hot to get very close to and too bright to look at for more than a second. She could see a ring of faces just behind the lights, but she couldn't recognize anyone. They were all her friends, though. She knew that She smiled at them expectantly. Artie was planning some fun new game for her to play in.
Ahead of her, inside the tights, a tall, thin black man, wearing only jockey shorts, stood smoking a brown paper cigarette. As he took a long puff she saw his broad nostrils widen and his very white teeth gleam in a smile of appreciation. "Moth-uh-fuckuh, that is good stuff," he said.
"Listen to the phony soul brother accent" somebody said.
"Jigaboo knows where the money is," another voice answered. "Same sons of bitches that used to go around growing guinea mustaches, trying to pass for a portagee or something, kissing the asses off them Kentucky colonels for a buck, they're out growing them tumbleweed hairdos and sashayin' back and forth in a print bathrobe tryin' to come on like African diplomats."
"Niggerer'n thou," the other voice said. "Sellin' Muhammad Speaks on the street corner."
"An' all the time wouldn't know a chitlin from a chattel mortgage."
"Raht awn, muthuhfuckuh."
"Yowza, yowza, yowza."
The black man turned around, very conscious of effect and looked out over the lights. He was tall and, when he drew himself up like that rather majestic-looking. Nan smiled up at him She wondered what they were going to do together.
"Hey, Paul," Artie's voice said from behind the camera. "Get up next to her. I want to get a reading on both of you. Yeah. Now drop your drawers. I want to get a reading on that big black dick of yours. I want to make sure every goddam vein will photograph, nice and raunchy, without washing her out completely. Right?"
"Okay, Art," the black man said. He dropped the end of the cigarette into a can and, quickly and economically, shucked his underpants, using both hands to shove them down and then stepping out of them. His penis was long and crooked and no bigger around than an average man's, soft tike that It was also, for some strange reason, much darker than the rest of him. He was a not unpleasant milk-chocolate color all over, but his penis was almost black.
"Hand me that vaseline," he said. Someone put an arm through the lights and gave him a jar. He looked down at Nan. "Got to grease the old man up," he said. "You want to do it for me, white gal?"
Nan smiled up at him, her eyes out of focus in the bright light She took the jar he pressed into her hand.
"Rub that stuff inta my dick," he said. "Get 'im nice and hard for them dumb honky bastards out there in Tee Vee Land. We gonna wind up on the silver screen." He laughed harshly. "Plain' first-run dates at every fuckin' X-rated motel in Southern California."
Nan smiled wanly up at him, eager to please. She dipped her fingers into the jar and came out with a big, thick gob of grease, about the size of a dried date. She looked up at him expectantly.
"Go ahead," he said in a voice with a slight contemptuous edge to it "Rub it in."
She reached over to take his penis-how long it was-in one hand. Almost immediately it jerked slightly in her fingers, stiffening a little. "Right" he said. "Now you just bend right over there, white gal, and give him a big kiss, right there on the big old black dick, with them ruby-red white-gal lips o' yours."
Nan bent over, giving him another shy smile. And when she kissed it right on the edge where the head ended, it leapt smartly to attention. "See there?" he said.
"Hey," said a voice. "Artie, you better get some of this preliminary shit on film too. It's pretty good."
"Okay," the black man said. "Now slap some of that goo on that ol' dick and rub it in-slowly and carefully. I ain't been jacked off by a white gal in a long while. E-e-easy does it now, just rub it in nice and sneaky with them little white fingers. Awwww, that's niiiice…"
"Christ" someone said, "this is getting me ho."
"Want me to blow yon while you watch?" another voice said. "Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh, that'd be nice."
Nan's fingers worked that stuff into every pore of the man's skin, from one end to the other. She couldn't understand why she was doing this, but it seemed to be giving him some pleasure. She noticed, while she was doing it that the chain between her.wrists was only a little bit longer than the enormous length of his rod. She held up her chained wrists to show him, an angelic smile on her face.
"Yeah, that's right, gal, now you get right back to work and rub that stuff in real good. Yeah. Yeah, now that's gettin' it on, right Yeah."
Nan tried using both hands, choking up on the huge thing as if it had been a softball bat And she ran both hands up and down it up and down, feeling it pulsing with excitement as it grew harder and-almost imperceptibly-longer.
"Hey, baby," a voice said, way back there somewhere, "jack me off that way, hey?"
"Steal me that jar of goose juice."
"Shit I cant reach it. They're filmin'."
"Well, get something from the John."
"Aw, hell I'll play with it myself. At least nobody won't give me no back-talk."
The black man put his hand on hers now. "That's okay. That's okay. Don't want to spoil it all. Now." He looked toward the camera. "Ready, Art?"
"Any time."
"Okay." He turned back to the girl. "Now you just hunker down on them hands an' knees, and look over yonder and smile for the camera. See the birdie? Okay, smile now."
Nan smiled. As she did, her eyes out of focus in the bright tights, the black man slipped behind her. And she remembered to keep smiting-after all that's what they had told her to do-even when the black man's hands gripped her hips and he began, little by little, to slip the massive, greased tube of his big black cock up her tender and protesting anus. "Wow, look at her blink."
"Wait a few minutes. He's gonna get it in all the way to the eyes anyhow."
"That thing's as long as she is."
"Oh, God, this is getting me hot."
Oh, God, it hurt! It hurt so! Even going m slowly, even with the added lubrication she'd rubbed in, it was like a knife inside her! Nan tried to smile, but even as she did she began to cry. And it wasn't an adult's silent, held-in sort of crying, but that of a child, abused beyond her comprehension: a wail, low-pitched and slow. Even then she tried to smile; she wanted to please, if she possibly could.
Well, Goddamn. Will you look at that."
"Yeah, for Christ's sake."
Tucking amateurs…"
There was a commotion back behind the lights. Loud voices: "Hey, Goddamn it…you can't…get back there…Goddamn it, stop him, don't let him through…" As she looked, her eyes still filled with tears of pain and humiliation, Nan saw a large and heavy figure push Artie's camera over; it fell with a loud crash. Then the same large and heavy pair of hands pushed Artie over, and, for lagniappe, pushed over two of the lights that stood between her and Artie. One of them fell with a resounding crash; the glass went every which way. A big, bear-like figure in blue denim, with crazily unkempt hair and a ferocious black beard, pushed the black man away and Nan fell forward on her face. Strong and capable hands raised her in a second, though, and a deep and gentle voice said out of the forest of whiskers, "It's okay, Annie. We're going home."