"What? What do you mean?" Amy asked, astonished.
Jerry and Marcus began tying Sam up to a chair and plopped him over to the side. Sam struggled, trying to fight the plastic zip ties that were placed around his ankles and wrists.
"Fuck you! Fuck you!" He shouted.
"Nah, you ain't gonna fuck us, yo wife is," Jamal laughed.
"Excuse me?" Amy questioned with a look of disgust on her face.
"Well, you refused to pay us. We have to get payment somehow. Unless you want US to call the cops. Maybe they'll ask for your husband's paperwork," Jamal replied.
"No! No cops!" Sam repeated.
"You see that? He's really scared of the cops," Jamal said while crossing his arms.
"And you want me to have sex with you... savages?" Amy questioned.
"Oh, there you go with that racist shit again. We ain't savages. We've shown nothin' but patience with you and your hubby," Jamal replied.
"I am not racist!" Amy yelled.
"You know, we could probably add that to our list if we call the police. Your husband took a swing at Jerry over there. That's a hate crime, straight up," Jamal said.
"Please! No police!" Sam pleaded.
"Plus, we ain't askin' for much. Just a blowjob," Jamal said.
"Each," Jerry made sure to add.
"Excuse me? That's disgusting! I would never... God would never allow such a thing!" Amy replied.
"What you talkin' about? It means you ain't cheatin'," Jamal replied.
"Yeah, blowin' ain't cheatin'," Marcus agreed.
"I..." Amy hesitated and looked at her bound husband.
"Aight, I guess it was too much to ask. Go on, call the police, we'll be right here waitin'," Jamal said.
"No police! Damn! No police! Let me go! I fuck you up myself!" Sam yelled angrily as he struggled against the zip ties.
"Hell nah, we ain't violent niggas. You be watchin' too many of them rap videos," Jerry replied with a grin.
"Yeah, we law-abiding citizens and shit. We'll just call the police and get this cleared up," Marcus added.
Amy bit her lower lip as she thought through her options. Before she met Sam, she had blown men before and it was that difficult. At most, men lasted about five minutes. As she eyed the three black men, she figured she could melt them away in fifteen minutes, tops.
"And that's it? If I do what you say, that's it?" Amy questioned.
"That's it, just like that. Unless you want more," Jamal replied.
"In your wildest dreams. I would never do anything more," Amy said.
"So, you agreein' to our terms of payment?" Jamal asked.
Amy glanced at her husband who shook his head and tried to move his arms. Jerry and Marcus were holding his shoulders down. They weren't trying to hurt him by any means. In fact, it seemed as though they were preventing him from falling back in the chair and hurting himself.
"No! Don't do it! Just let me go! I'll fuck you all up!" Sam yelled.
"Don't listen to your husband. This deal is between us," Jamal said.
"What if I pay now?" Amy asked.
"Well, you could. But we re-negotiatin' our deals," Jamal answered.
"What? You can't do that!" Amy replied.
"Shit yeah we can. We our own union. I'd have to talk with my niggas, but I'm guessin' at least... what... five Benjamins an hour?" Jamal asked as he looked back at Marcus and Jerry.
"About right. For each of us. Plus tips," Marcus replied.
"Fuck you! Fu-"
Jerry grabbed a rag and tied it around Sam's mouth, interrupting him. He continued to try to mumble as he shook around in the chair. May watched her husband and then glared at the three black men. She'd have to humiliate them and finish them off as fast as she could.
"Fine. Let's get this over with," she groaned.
"Oh shit, you hear that Marcus?" Jerry laughed.
"Shit, you ever been with a nigga?" Marcus asked as he made his way towards her.
"No," Amy replied.
"See? She racist. She don't like the niggas," Jamal laughed.
"She about to get some nigga in her," Jerry said as he walked over, unzipping his baggy jeans.
Amy shook her head and crossed her arms while tapping her foot on the tiled floor impatiently. It didn't matter what the color of their skin was, all men were the same.
"Get on yo knees," Jamal ordered as he undid his belt.
Amy begrudgingly got on her knees and waited, glaring up at the three black men.
"Why don't you do the honors and pull my beast out?" Jamal suggested.
"Beast? Really? You think very highly of yourself. Typical," Amy replied as she reached up and undid his zipper.
She pulled down his dark, baggy jeans and paused as she stared at his black boxer briefs. There was clearly something thick between his legs that ran down his left inner thigh. Her eyes widened as she realized it was his manhood.
"That's not..." Amy whispered.