"Well..." Kyle hesitated and his eyes hovered over to her. "I mean, Lisa, I don't want to make a decision for you. I'm not going to ask you to do this for me."

Lisa felt the anger inside her burst. She couldn't believe that Kyle wasn't denying the three black men from having her but instead asking her for permission. Her idea of who Kyle was changed entirely.

"You're... you're going to ask me? Really? That's really what you want to do right now?" Lisa fired back, trying her best not to let her anger get the best of her.

"Well... I mean, I'm not going to ask you to do something you don't want to. You know me, I'm not going to do that," Kyle replied.

"How about the other choice? Of telling these black men, no?" Lisa balked.

Kyle stared at the ground, his face turning bright red. His hands held tightly onto the towel around his waist.

"I thought, well, you know, that was a given. I mean, I, well, I uh," Kyle tried to respond, stuttering.

Lisa just shook her head in embarrassment and in shock. Kyle wasn't the sharpest man in the world, but she had always thought he was level headed. Now knowing that he was a drug mule and he was even thinking about letting her sleep with other men was changing her view entirely.

"So let me turn this back around on you then. Would you be okay with these black men having their way with me? Would you be able to continue staring into my eyes and telling me that you love me? Will you be able to go on with our planned marriage?" Lisa questioned.

"Oh sheeeeit," Avon quipped.

Lisa glared at Avon while Kyle hesitated. He knew that there was only one answer that would satisfy her but at the same time, the three, threatening black men were staring at him, waiting for the answer they wanted. Kyle wanted to bolt out of the house and disappear but he knew that it was nothing more but a pipe dream.

"Well?" Lisa asked, tapping her foot impatiently.

"Babe, you can't ask me that, I mean, like, how am I supposed to answer that?" Kyle protested.

"It's a simple yes or no. It's your problem we're dealing with here. I'm giving you a choice. You want me to be your wife? Then you need to stop doing this drug shit and you're going to have to decide whether or not you can live on with me knowing that I had sex with other men to stop you from getting a beating," Lisa fired back.

"Well, I mean, I won't get mad, if that's what you're asking. How can I get mad that you're willing to well, do it, to help me get out of a difficult situation. It would just make me want to marry you more, knowing how much you love me," Kyle replied.

Lisa shook her head again. Kyle had a way of coming up with corny and cheesy lines to try to get out of situations. She looked over at Charles, and then at Jamal. From her previous experience with other men, it couldn't be all that bad. The only difference was their skin color, as she had never been with a black man before.

"Avon, was it?" Lisa asked as she looked at the fat black man.

"Yeah, wassup?" Avon replied.

"I think Charles and Jamal have a deal," Lisa answered.

Avon smiled and looked over at Kyle, and then at Lisa. "You know, I can sweeten this deal up. You get me in on dis and maybe I can cut some of dat money down too."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah, but you gotta do everything we order you to do," Avon replied.

"What? Like suck you off?" Lisa asked, her hands on her hips.

Avon's smile grew wider. "Somethin' like dat."

Lisa pointed at her fiancé. "And you, Kyle, you have to watch. I want to make sure you watch and see what your actions have caused."

Kyle was speechless and he nearly dropped his towel. He could only nod slowly as his response, knowing that he didn't really have much of another choice.

"I want his debt gone," Lisa offered.

Avon scoffed and waved his hand. "Sheeeit, I'm horny but I ain't THAT horny. I'll do... ten percent."

"Fine, eighty," Lisa countered.

"You must be crazy. A quarter," Avon replied.

Lisa shook her head. "I said I'll do anything. I can probably suck you off better than a prostitute. Do fifty percent, half of what he owes."

Avon stared at her, a look of surprise on his face. He was about to shake his head when Lisa crossed.

"For some kind of gangster or whatever you are, you are stingy," Lisa balked.

"Stingy? Sheeeit, you know how much I make an hour? You be crazy if you dink I be stingy. I make it rain in the club," Avon replied.

"Well, you sure aren't making it rain in here," Lisa said sarcastically.

Kyle opened his mouth, ready to say something but Lisa glared at him. She gave a slight shake of her head, warning him to stay quiet. Kyle seemed to get the message and closed his lips.

"Oh, you are gonna regret callin' me stingy. I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you!" Avon said.

"Aw shit, you don't know what you just got yoself into. That nigga there hate's being called cheap," Jamal informed.

"What do I have to worry about, he's not going to take the counteroffer," Lisa replied matter-of-factly.

"Oh, look at you bein' all confident and shit. Fine, I got dis shit, fifty percent," Avon agreed.

"And you're a man of your word?" Lisa questioned.

"Ask these two niggas. My word is my honor," Avon answered.

"I'd rather get it in writing if I could..." Lisa suggested.

"Fuck dat, you dink I'm some sorta small business owner or some shit. Just take my word," Avon answered.

Lisa hesitated and glanced over at Kyle. Kyle nodded, indicating that Avon was good on his word.

"Fine, I have your word," Lisa agreed.

"Dat's right you do, bitch," Avon replied.

"Do you really have to degrade me like that?" Lisa questioned.

"Shut the fuck up and do as I say from now on bitch," Avon replied as he began undoing his belt.

His voice was different, lowered, much more commanding. Lisa felt a small chill run up her spine as she grew slightly excited at the thought of being taken by these black men. Avon finally undid his belt and pulled down his baggy jeans.

He was wearing a dark grey pair of boxers and she could see the faint outline of his member. Lisa's squinted slightly as she realized that his manhood seemed to reach down towards his knee. He sauntered over and placed his hands on her shoulders before gently pushing her down on her knees.