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Big D had not exaggerated his claim. The Griffin suite was larger and more lavishly furnished. Where Jason Newton’s suite had two rooms and a bath, the Griffin suite had four rooms and two baths and a Jacuzzi. Big D directed the bellman to put Eva’s bags in the center room.

"This will be your home away from home," the man told her. "You relax a while, and I’ll come to take you to dinner about eight. Check the closet," he said at the door to the suite. "I took the liberty of buying you some things. Try them on and wear something sexy tonight."

"Okay," Eva said. "Can I ask you a question?" Big D stopped at the door and looked back at her, his eyebrows raised. "Last week, back in the hotel room …you said you knew I wasn’t a whore. You said I was a slut. I’ve been wondering about that. What’s the difference? I mean I make money doing…what I do, don’t I?"

"Yes," The big man said slowly as if weighing his words. "There is a big difference. For one thing a whore gets little, if any, pleasure from what she does. It just a job, a way to live. You think I was being derogatory when I called you a slut? I wasn’t. For me it was a compliment…the highest complement I know to give a woman. You love sex, you get and give a lot of gratification. You seemed to really love fucking black cock. Am I wrong?" She shook her head in the negative. "Eva, I’ve enjoyed your body and I watched you in the video. You really enjoy sucking a cock. You seem to get off just sucking the come out of a black cock. I watched you with Becky. You, Eva are a sexually motivated woman. In other words, a slut, and I love you for it. Relish your sexuality, live with it, and for it."

After Big D left the room, Eva filled the Jacuzzi, and enjoyed the warm swirling water around her body. She closed her eyes and though about what Big D had said. It was true that she seemed to be getting more and more sexual. She had not known that she was multi-orgasmic. She learned that when Don and Wiley fucked her. It was reinforced at the photographic studio with Mike and Sammy. Even the ugly slug, Bert, caused her to have a small series of orgasms. Something had changed about her, and she wasn’t at all sure what it was. She laughed softly to herself, one thing she was sure of was, she liked it. ***

"This is a nice place," Eva said looking around the dining room.

"Yes it is," Big D said. "I come here a lot. By the way, if I didn’t tell you how much I like your attire, let me do so now." Eva, after trying on several of the outfits that were available for her, chose the black dress that had an Asian design. The dress was floor length with a slit on both sides nearly to the waist. The dress went to her neck, but with a deep slit down between her breasts. It was not designed to be worn with panties or bra. Eva liked the way her full breasts bounced and swayed beneath the shimmering silk material.. It was a totally sexy dress and the absents of any under garments made her feel delightfully wanton. The outright stares and the sidelong glances of both men and women made her feel desirable.

"Yes you did, but I don’t believe you can overdo it," Eva said with a merry laugh. The wine and the anticipation of the sex that was to come was a heady mixture. "Do you wonder what the people around us are thinking?"

"I suspect some of them are pissed that an old nigger is out with such a beautiful white woman," Big D said with a smile. "Some, especially some of the women, are thinking that they wish they were you. Some are probably wondering if I’m enough man for you." He laughed, "Some, maybe most of them, don’t have enough sense to have a thought about anything."

"If they knew you, they wouldn’t wonder if you were man enough," Eva said, lowering her voice. "They’d know you were man enough for any woman."

"How nice of you to say that," Big D said clearly flattered. "Now that you’ve had some time to reflect on it, how did you like your experience with Becky?"

"It was great," Eva said. "I don’t think I would want to change my preference to women, however. I like men too much for that. Speaking of that will your friend be there tonight?"

"Frog? Yes, he was chomping at the bit when I told him about you."

"Oh? What did you tell him?" she was blatantly fishing for complements and they both knew it.

"I told him that you were a warm, beautiful, sweet smelling woman who enjoyed a hard black cock," Big D said not bothering to lower his voice. The couple at the next table nearly snapped their heads off turning to stare at them.

‘Let them look’, Eva thought. ‘I don’t know anyone in Memphis so who cares?’

"I told him that he was going to love trying to cram his giant cock into your tiny white cunt." Big D continued, ignoring the man and woman staring at them. "I told him that if he was lucky he might get about half of it in you."

"Who else will be there?" Eva said unable to keep from laughing at the woman’s expression.

"Don, Wiley, John Post, myself and Frog. Of course you will be there to please us all."

A short while later, Eva excused herself to go to the lady’s room. She was aware that the woman sitting next to them also got up and followed her.

"Please excuse me for being so forward, but is that Donald Griffin you are with?’ the woman asked Eva. They were standing in front of the mirror.

"Yes it is," Eva answered. "Why do you ask?"

"I thought I recognized him from his picture in the papers," the woman said. She was obviously ill at ease. "I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but I couldn’t help but overhear some of your conversation. Are you…" blushing furiously she let the question fade away.

"Am I going to party with five black men?" Eva finished for her. "Yes I am. And tomorrow night I’m going to be gang-banged by fifteen or twenty black men. A whole lot of roosters and just one little white hen." She finished her makeup and started out.

"You go girl," the woman said to her retreating back. "You fuckin’ go."

Big D laughed loudly when Eva told him about the conversation. When they finished the meal and the scrumptious desert they got up to leave. Big D handed the woman a card and told her to call him. The woman’s escort looked like he had been slapped in the face, but offered no comment.

"Will she call you?" Eva asked when they were in the limo.

"Maybe her curiosity will get the better of her," Big D said with a chuckle. "You never know. Her husband, or whatever he is, will get to thinking that he just might like to see her get fucked by a black bull. Sometimes they call, sometimes they don’t, and just wish they had." He laughed again, "Let’s go party, Eva.