by Lulu Cherry
TRIPLE BLACK DESIRE
First Time Taboo Agency
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Lulu Cherry
Copyright 2018 Lulu Cherry
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TRIPLE BLACK DESIRE
I was as nervous as hell. I had no idea what I was doing. I'd be mortified if anyone else found out.
To all intents and purposes, I was a model eighteen-year-old female getting ready to attend college. I was beautiful with an hourglass figure. I even had a nice boyfriend.
I was as pure and wholesome as a glass of grade A whole milk.
So why was I here?
My friend had told me about the First Time Taboo Agency. She had used them herself. She told me it was the only correct way to lose one's virginity.
I'd laughed at her. Told her I would never go. But then something darker in my nature took over. I don't know.
Maybe I was tired of being the good girl.
I sat at a desk across from a woman that looked as dry and shriveled up as a prune. She wore small glasses and stared at me with scrutinizing eyes.
"Do you have the release form?" She asked.
I handed it to her.
"Do you have the locator's fee?" She asked.
I handed her a check. She examined it carefully.
"Do you understand this fee is entirely for the service of finding you a suitable matchup?" She asked.
"Yes," I said.
She nodded.
"We got back the results of your sexual profiling yesterday. We were able to find quite a suitable match," she said.
"Good," I said. "Who did I match up with?"
She looked up at me. Her eyes darted into mine like arrows.
"That's not how this works," she said.
"Huh? I don't understand. This is a hookup service. You psychologically profiled me. That's what all the interviewing was for and the tests. You've found the perfect person for me to lose my virginity to, right?" I said.
She blinked. She lifted her nose slightly in the air.
"Aren't you going to provide me with some contact information?" I asked.
"That's not how this works," she said. "You must not have been paying attention during your initial orientation."
She picked up a card. She handed it to me. I took it. All it had on it was a street address.
"You will go there tonight at seven o'clock," she said. "Your needs will be met."
"But who is it?" I asked.
"Who?" She said. "This isn't about who. You are paying us for two things. The first thing you paid for was the psychological profiling. This allowed us to determine what would be the most sexually fulfilling way for you to lose your virginity."
She cleared her throat.
She went on, "The second thing you paid us for is the matchup. We found a matchup so that your sexual fantasies could be met in as safe a way as possible given your desires."
"Right, I understand all that," I said. "So who did you find for me?"
My stomach was full of butterflies.
"You really don't get it, do you? Well, that's your problem now, not mine. Just remember, everything here is voluntary," she said. "That's very important. Don't go to that address unless you really want to learn your deepest, darkest desires."
"What?" I said.
"Miss, like most people your desires run deeper and darker than you can possibly imagine. If you go to that address one thing will lead to another. You'll do things you'd never have imagined you'd do. Just make sure that's something you are ready for," she said. "Do you understand?"
I shook my head in disbelief.
"So I'm supposed to just show up at this address? Tonight? At seven o'clock?"
The woman sighed in exasperation.
"I don't have time for this," she said. "You know, you young ladies are really all the same. And you haven't got a clue at all. Just go to that address tonight and you'll find out what you're really about."
"But..."
"You've already signed the release form. You've already paid us. We've now provided you with an address and a time. We're done here. Good day to you ma'am," she said firmly. "If you'll excuse me I have other clients waiting."
I was completely flummoxed.
"What if I didn't go?" I said.
At that, she burst into laughter.
"To be honest, I don't recommend you do. But, of course, you will go. We sexually profiled you. We know all about you. You'll go," she said. "Good day, miss."
That was that. I finally let it go. I got up and left.
All day I thought about it. I looked the address up on Google maps. The area of town looked rough. It certainly wasn't an area where I had any friends.
I changed the map view to a satellite view. I narrowed my focus. It was just a random house in a neighborhood.
Who lived there? What would happen if I went?
Going to that house was as good as giving my consent to whatever happened. Who would be there? What would they do to me?
All sorts of violent fantasies flickered through my mind. What was it I really wanted? Did I even want to know?
I did.
At seven o'clock I pulled my car into the narrow driveway of the small house. I parked in front of the garage. I got out and headed toward the door.
The yard was not well cared for. The house looked a little rundown. The neighborhood itself was quiet. It was late summer and a little breeze rustled through some leaves.
I could still turn back. If I went through that door it would mean losing my virginity to some stranger. A stranger that some test predicted would satisfy my deepest sexual desires.
I felt absurd. Yet, also, I was beginning to feel excited. I mean wouldn't you have been at least a little excited?
I got to the door. I stood there for several long seconds. My hand must have been shaking.
What would this guy look like? Would he be old or young? Would he be handsome? What did I really want? Did I even know myself?
I reached out and touched the doorbell. Ding dong.
The door opened a crack. Jesus. Behind the crack was a tall man with an incredibly big, muscular chest. He wore jeans and a tank top. He was barefoot.
He was as black as the night. His skin was the color of dark chocolate.
He was handsome in a rugged way, but his face frightened me all the same. He didn't look like someone you would ever want to mess with.
I couldn't even tell his age. He could have been anywhere between thirty and forty.
Shit!
I'm not racist. The idea of treating someone different because of their skin color appalled me.
But I didn't have any experience among blacks. I'm mean, I'd never even really talked with someone who was black.
And so just seeing him there, at the door, it frightened me. I felt guilty about it, but it was the truth. I was immediately scared.
My legs were even shaking. I thought, shit, this can't be my secret
fantasy. I must be at the wrong door.
"Excuse me," I said in my best innocent girl scout voice. "Is this 3527 Ember Drive?"
"What the fuck is it to you?" He asked in a voice as deep as the sea. "If you're some whore, then you got the wrong house. I don't pay for pussy. Especially when it shows up on my doorstep looking for trouble. Go on white girl, get your ass out of here, and tell whoever sent you to fuck off."
I don't know what got into me, but the idea of him calling me a whore really bothered me.
"Excuse me?" I said. "I'm not some whore!"
He opened the door a little wider. He looked me up and down. He whistled.
"The agency sent me," I said.
I tried to look him in the eyes. But it was hard. It felt like he could see right through me. He had deep, dark, soulful eyes.
"Agency? Like I said, I didn't order no professional. Call yourself what you want. I don't pay for pussy. Now go on, get lost."
"This is 3527 Ember Drive, isn't it?" I asked.
I held the card in my hand. I showed it to him. I glanced at his face again.
He took the card. He had long, thick black fingers.
"Yeah, you got the right address," he said. "Look, I don't need no trouble. Just go and get lost, okay?"
I began to back up. Why had the agency sent me here?
"It's just..." I stammered.
The man rolled his eyes.
"About my virginity, you know," I stuttered.
I could feel the heat rushing to my face. I knew for sure it had turned a deep shade of red.
I couldn't look at him at all then. But with just a glance, I could tell that his jaw had dropped open at my words.
"Your virginity? What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Didn't the agency contact you?"
He let out a sigh. He opened the door farther.
The house looked barely furnished. It wasn't exactly dirty, but it wasn't entirely clean either.
"Oh, I see, now. You're here about your virginity. Well, that explains everything," he said with complete sarcasm.
He was mocking me. But he was now interested.
He continued, "I guess you did come to the right house after all. Come on in. We'll talk about your virginity."
Shit! None of this made any sense.
I decided I needed to go. I didn't know what was going on, and I didn't want to know anymore.
"I think I should go," I said looking down. "This was a mistake."
The man shook his head in disgust.
"Fucking cunt coward," he said.
He'd growled his words out in that deep voice of his.
"Excuse me?" I said.
I tried to look directly at him. But failed.
"Who the fuck you think you are? Huh?" He said. "You fucking white chicks are a dime a dozen. Who even told you about me, huh?"
"I..." I stuttered.
"Yeah, I got it, the agency. Like what the fuck is that?" He said. "Either way, I know exactly what you want. I know exactly what you need. But you know what?"
I shook my head.
"You're so fucking hung up on your prejudice that you ain't never gonna find out what it is," he said.
"I'm not prejudiced," I insisted.
But I still couldn't meet his eyes.
"The agency sent me," I said.
"Whose to say they didn't?" He said. "Maybe God sent you here, for all the fuck I know. Look, you wanna talk about your virginity with me. Sounds good to me, bitch. Now get in here and we'll talk about it. Or are you too scared?"
"I'm not scared of you," I managed to say.
"You're fucking trembling. You're terrified because I'm black. If I was some hipster, hell, you'd already be inside. We'd be sipping Corona's with little limes tucked in them. And we'd discuss your virginity. Fuck! I know what to do about virginity, bitch."
"You don't understand," I said.
"Yeah, well, I understand plenty more than you think I do. You're a stuck up white bitch is what you are. I know what happened."
"You know what happened?" I asked.
"One of my old girls told you about me. Told you just how I am. Oh, yeah, there's plenty of stories about me. This is just some prank for you right? Ha, ha, ha. Make fun of the black man. You're the lowest of the low," he said.
"It's not like that," I said.
"Well, maybe not, but you ain't got no guts or you'd already be inside. Go on, get lost, get out of here," he said. "I've had enough of this."
I didn't know what was happening. It's like somehow he'd turned the tables on me. I now wanted to go inside.
"Please," I said.
"Please what?" He said.
"Please let me come in," I said.
"So we can talk about your virginity?" He said, genuinely shocked.
"Yeah," I said, shocking myself.
He opened the door all the way. I could see him fully then. His chest was massive and all muscle.
"You better be sure about this," he said.
"I am," I said.
"Look up at me. Look me in the eyes," he said.
I did.
"My house, my rules, do you understand?" He said.
I nodded.
He motioned for me to come in. My mind told me to run away. To run away as fast as I could.
But something deeper, darker, some hidden desire took over. And my feet they listened to that desire. They took over and led me into the house.
The man shut the door.
My heart was thundering. I wanted to look away from the floor but I couldn't.
What was going to happen next?
I didn't even know this man. He was a total stranger. He knew nothing about the agency. And now we were going to talk about my virginity?
What could I possibly be thinking?
The man let out a soft, gravelly laughter.
"So, if we gonna talk about your virginity, then I'll have to have a good look at you. Size you up and all," he said.
"Okay," I said.
I felt his eyes gazing at me. He walked all around me. He looked me over carefully from head to toes.