The Bellboy's Wife!
TJ Ryder
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Chapter 1!
On the Florida beach a white servant couple reclined
on the sand during a break when Jesse got a call on his cell.
His gorgeous wife sighed. "Is Master already calling?
I thought we had the morning off!"
"No, Lois, I think its your brother in law Harold!"
"Oh, why is he calling you?"
"I don't know honey!"
"Hey kiddo! How's Heather?"
"Oh, well, I'm not sure yet, Jesse; well, I'm calling because
Iv'e got some decisions to make!"
"What's the problem? Job problems?"
"Oh, well, kind of! The Royale where I work is doing the same thing to
their staff that happened to you!"
"Uh oh!"
"Yeah, the manager told me today, after working there for
five years, they want to staff with married white couples because
its going Obeah!"
"Well, I know business is tough now, but I thought Heather didn't
work!"
"She does volunteer work. I mean I knew when the Royale had that
Obeah convention they were aiming at the interracial market and two other
staff had to bring their wives into work as hotel escorts for black
businessmen and athletes. And three guys who have unattractive wives
are being left alone. But when Heather picked me up after work
last week and Mr Jackson got a look at her, well, he's been after me
to bring her in for an interview! And I got the strong feeling that
if I don't bring her in I'm losing my job!"
"Wow, wait a second, do you mind if Lois hears this?"
Harold was already cupping the phone with his hand in the empty hallway
where he was doubling as a bellboy and elevator boy. He groaned
but he decided there was no choice. He knew Lois thought her equally
gorgeous younger sister married beneath herself,
and sure enough not only was he still a bellboy after ten years
but now about to lose his job unless his wife becomes a sex industry
worker for black studs!
"Sure," he said with resignation.
******************************************
At home in their small flat, he waited until they had dinner
and she had returned to the den.
"Honey, I talked with Jesse and Lois today, after I had a meeting
with my boss!"
"Oh I already know, darling," she smiled, patting his head
as she sat down besides him on the couch.
"Yes," she said matter of factly, "Lois called me afterwards!"
"B-but, did she say, well, about my job, and...!"
"Yes dear, in fact she advised me to go in for an interview!
Maybe that will take the pressure off from your boss, honey!"
"Oh, well, dear, Mr Jackson has already seen you. The interview
is just a formality. He pretty much put it that if you don't work
there, I don't work there!"
"Oh, I thought it would buy us a little time to figure something
out!"
"Well, it might I guess, ...I suppose!" He left unspoken the fact
that in this job market the only thing to decide is whether to live in
a trailer, go on welfare or both!
"Honey, talking to Lois they seem to be enjoying themselves now!
They were lying on this beautiful beach, living in a millionaire's home
and they both seem happy!"
"Yes,... but theyr'e live in servants to a black man and his
teen age sons!"
"Well dear, they don't seem to mind it! They like it a lot
more than working at a hotel and if they finish their yearly
contract they get a big chunk of money, what Lois told me!"
"Yeah, Jesse told me, but they had to earn that job by Lois
and Jesse, well, um, ******* to a lot of negro star athletes!
And now the hotel is going at that market exclusively!"
"Well, I guess so! So, I would act as an ****** exclusively
for black men then?" she smiled and arched her big breasts
showing cleavage to him, brushing his arm as she patted his
hand.
"Dear," she smiled softly, "it's not like something I haven't
done you know! I used to date black men when we met! You remember
don't you?"
"Y-yes, but...!"
"My first job out of school when I moved to the city was for a
record company and everyone I met there, almost everyone, was
black!" She giggled, squeezing his hand. "And many of those
dates were just for business, seeing clients for my boss,
accompanying them around town! That's like being an ******
I think!"
"Well, I know but...!"
"And my father and all my girlfriends warned me about being seen
with black men in a new town, ruining my reputation so that
no white boy would ever go out with me, but,( smile) you
proved that wrong, didn't you dear?" He sighed, remembering.
"That's what attracted me to you honey, the way we met!"
He blushed a little at that.
"Because I was discovering that most white boys really hated
seeing a, well, pretty white girl with black males, but
when a black client and I came in that first night to the Strand where
you worked as a waiter, well I suspected from the first you had
no problem with it and I WAS right, wasn't I?"
"Um, well, ...!"
"And because my company always reserved that corner booth
we came in a lot, at least twice a week!"
"Yes, well, your company did bring a lot of business to
the Strand and my boss insisted on good service!"
"Yes, I know, so you served me and many times a different
black man several times a week and were always just the
perfect waiter, and when I was waiting by myself, it was so nice
to talk! You gave me such good advice about parking and
apartments and all, because after all I was just a low paid
clerk receptionist and it was very helpful!"
"I know, darling!"
"And it was so nice when that first time I came in later
in the evening with a regular date with a man I was going out
with and I was pleased you still worked that shift!"
"Uhmmmm!"
"Because Tyrone and I had trouble with the service from
some waiters and from either black women or white men
when they saw us sitting close and sometimes making out.
Did I ever tell you that it was I who suggested I knew the
perfect place for a romantic dinner date! That nice, secluded
corner booth at the Strand with you as the waiter!"
"I, um, didn't know that!"
"Yes, and we got a discount on the price of the meal as well!
And you saw me through the romantic ups and downs of a girl
in the city! When Jamahl and I broke up and I asked you to
introduce me to that hunky black man at another table!"
He had to reply to that in defense.
"Yes, several black men asked me about you and gave me
their cards or sent drinks to the table when you were sitting
by yourself!"
"You were so sweet about that, and even when my date
was undoing my blouse and we were making out heavy
it was nice knowing that you were always watching out for us.
I remember once being a little embarassed when Shaka and I
made out and he made me cum, but when I looked I saw you just
blushing and smiling! You didn't act like you minded watching me
make out with a black man!"
He groaned as she said that, because he could
already see she was accepting the idea of working at the Royale...
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TJ Ryder
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Chapter 1!
On the Florida beach a white servant couple reclined
on the sand during a break when Jesse got a call on his cell.
His gorgeous wife sighed. "Is Master already calling?
I thought we had the morning off!"
"No, Lois, I think its your brother in law Harold!"
"Oh, why is he calling you?"
"I don't know honey!"
"Hey kiddo! How's Heather?"
"Oh, well, I'm not sure yet, Jesse; well, I'm calling because
Iv'e got some decisions to make!"
"What's the problem? Job problems?"
"Oh, well, kind of! The Royale where I work is doing the same thing to
their staff that happened to you!"
"Uh oh!"
"Yeah, the manager told me today, after working there for
five years, they want to staff with married white couples because
its going Obeah!"
"Well, I know business is tough now, but I thought Heather didn't
work!"
"She does volunteer work. I mean I knew when the Royale had that
Obeah convention they were aiming at the interracial market and two other
staff had to bring their wives into work as hotel escorts for black
businessmen and athletes. And three guys who have unattractive wives
are being left alone. But when Heather picked me up after work
last week and Mr Jackson got a look at her, well, he's been after me
to bring her in for an interview! And I got the strong feeling that
if I don't bring her in I'm losing my job!"
"Wow, wait a second, do you mind if Lois hears this?"
Harold was already cupping the phone with his hand in the empty hallway
where he was doubling as a bellboy and elevator boy. He groaned
but he decided there was no choice. He knew Lois thought her equally
gorgeous younger sister married beneath herself,
and sure enough not only was he still a bellboy after ten years
but now about to lose his job unless his wife becomes a sex industry
worker for black studs!
"Sure," he said with resignation.
******************************************
At home in their small flat, he waited until they had dinner
and she had returned to the den.
"Honey, I talked with Jesse and Lois today, after I had a meeting
with my boss!"
"Oh I already know, darling," she smiled, patting his head
as she sat down besides him on the couch.
"Yes," she said matter of factly, "Lois called me afterwards!"
"B-but, did she say, well, about my job, and...!"
"Yes dear, in fact she advised me to go in for an interview!
Maybe that will take the pressure off from your boss, honey!"
"Oh, well, dear, Mr Jackson has already seen you. The interview
is just a formality. He pretty much put it that if you don't work
there, I don't work there!"
"Oh, I thought it would buy us a little time to figure something
out!"
"Well, it might I guess, ...I suppose!" He left unspoken the fact
that in this job market the only thing to decide is whether to live in
a trailer, go on welfare or both!
"Honey, talking to Lois they seem to be enjoying themselves now!
They were lying on this beautiful beach, living in a millionaire's home
and they both seem happy!"
"Yes,... but theyr'e live in servants to a black man and his
teen age sons!"
"Well dear, they don't seem to mind it! They like it a lot
more than working at a hotel and if they finish their yearly
contract they get a big chunk of money, what Lois told me!"
"Yeah, Jesse told me, but they had to earn that job by Lois
and Jesse, well, um, ******* to a lot of negro star athletes!
And now the hotel is going at that market exclusively!"
"Well, I guess so! So, I would act as an ****** exclusively
for black men then?" she smiled and arched her big breasts
showing cleavage to him, brushing his arm as she patted his
hand.
"Dear," she smiled softly, "it's not like something I haven't
done you know! I used to date black men when we met! You remember
don't you?"
"Y-yes, but...!"
"My first job out of school when I moved to the city was for a
record company and everyone I met there, almost everyone, was
black!" She giggled, squeezing his hand. "And many of those
dates were just for business, seeing clients for my boss,
accompanying them around town! That's like being an ******
I think!"
"Well, I know but...!"
"And my father and all my girlfriends warned me about being seen
with black men in a new town, ruining my reputation so that
no white boy would ever go out with me, but,( smile) you
proved that wrong, didn't you dear?" He sighed, remembering.
"That's what attracted me to you honey, the way we met!"
He blushed a little at that.
"Because I was discovering that most white boys really hated
seeing a, well, pretty white girl with black males, but
when a black client and I came in that first night to the Strand where
you worked as a waiter, well I suspected from the first you had
no problem with it and I WAS right, wasn't I?"
"Um, well, ...!"
"And because my company always reserved that corner booth
we came in a lot, at least twice a week!"
"Yes, well, your company did bring a lot of business to
the Strand and my boss insisted on good service!"
"Yes, I know, so you served me and many times a different
black man several times a week and were always just the
perfect waiter, and when I was waiting by myself, it was so nice
to talk! You gave me such good advice about parking and
apartments and all, because after all I was just a low paid
clerk receptionist and it was very helpful!"
"I know, darling!"
"And it was so nice when that first time I came in later
in the evening with a regular date with a man I was going out
with and I was pleased you still worked that shift!"
"Uhmmmm!"
"Because Tyrone and I had trouble with the service from
some waiters and from either black women or white men
when they saw us sitting close and sometimes making out.
Did I ever tell you that it was I who suggested I knew the
perfect place for a romantic dinner date! That nice, secluded
corner booth at the Strand with you as the waiter!"
"I, um, didn't know that!"
"Yes, and we got a discount on the price of the meal as well!
And you saw me through the romantic ups and downs of a girl
in the city! When Jamahl and I broke up and I asked you to
introduce me to that hunky black man at another table!"
He had to reply to that in defense.
"Yes, several black men asked me about you and gave me
their cards or sent drinks to the table when you were sitting
by yourself!"
"You were so sweet about that, and even when my date
was undoing my blouse and we were making out heavy
it was nice knowing that you were always watching out for us.
I remember once being a little embarassed when Shaka and I
made out and he made me cum, but when I looked I saw you just
blushing and smiling! You didn't act like you minded watching me
make out with a black man!"
He groaned as she said that, because he could
already see she was accepting the idea of working at the Royale...
Continued in complete illustated story
Buxom Ballbusters Illustrated Stories
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