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   Ewing Motel.  Evening.

   "That's right, bitch." the black woman who pulled her head back.  "I'm
his fucking wife."

   Jenna felt the panic rising.  She looked to the side and saw Pete calmly
walking into the room.  He took his coat off and threw it onto a chair. 
"I..." she started to say but then cried out as the woman twisted her grip,
pulling painfully on her hair.

   "You what, slut?" she heard in her ear.  Pete looked like he didn't
care. Tears were welling up in Jenna's eyes.  How could he be so cool?

   "Jenna," he said.  "Meet Marcella."

   "So this is the pussy you've been fucking, huh?" Marcella said.  "This
scrawny ass piece of white meat!"

   "Hey, hon.  She was offering it on a plate."

   "Maybe it's time you were on a diet.  Hon."

   "L-Look...  AAH!" Jenna yelped as the black woman twisted her hair
again.

   "I tell you to talk, bitch!" she was told.  "I seen you on the TV with
all your big talk.  But right here and right now you just the white trash
`ho that been spreading you legs for MY FUCKING HUSBAND!" Marcella
continued.  Oh, fuck, Jenna thought.  "Show my your hands, `ho." Another
painfult twist of hair.  "Hold them up!"

   Jenna held her hands up.  "I-I-I..." she stammered but was silenced by a
hair pull again.

   "No ring." the black woman hissed in her ear then pushed her own hand up
into Jenna's face, forcing her to focus on the glittering band of gold on
the ring finger.  "You see that, slut?  What's that?"

   Jenna cried out as her hair was twisted again.

   "What is it, `ho!" Marcella repeated.  "How someone so fucking dumb can
act so--"

   "Wedding ring!" Jenna said quickly.

   "Good girl." Marcella said and shoved Jenna forward quickly.  "Hold your
hand up, HUSBAND!" she told him and Pete calmly lifted his hand, extending
his ring finger.  The gold band on it glinted as it had done so many times
before.  "Now what's that?"

   Jenna blinked.  "I'm so--"

   "What the fuck is it, you dumb white bitch!" Marcella said.

   "Wedding...  Wedding ring..."

   "That's right." Marcella purred in Jenna's ear.

   Jenna felt the hand let her hair go then felt the slap across the back
of her head.  She was shoved forward, landing on the bed.  She looked up at
the black woman and got a proper look at her at last.  Marcella was about
her own age, her body was slim with skin the shade of smooth chocolate
under the casual pants and t-shirt top.  Her hair was in a bob style. 
"Look," she started.  "He--"

   The slap hit her across the face hard.  "AHHH!" Jenna held her face.

   "Don't put this on him!" Marcella said, pointing at pete.  "He never
takes that ring off.  I know.  You knew he was married and you still opened
those legs.

   The fear in Jenna was fading.  "Yes," she said, looking at the black
woman.  "Yes!  And he didn't say no!  He didn't say stop!  So go hit him.
Bitch!"

   Pete smiled as he watched.

   "See!" Jenna pointed at him furiously.  "Yes, I fucked him!  Yes, I
spread my legs and fucked him and you know what else, you bitch?  I let him
cum inside me!" Jenna looked at the black woman defiantly.  Fuck you,
bitch. Fuck.  You.  The snigger made her look towards Pete again.  "What
the fuck is funny?"

   "You." Pete told her.  "All naked and angry and shit."

   "Shut up!" Jenna yelled then turned back to his wife.  "Oh, yes.  He put
that big black cock into me and fucked me good.  Bitch." The black woman
just stood there, her arms crossed.  "He made me cum so many fucking
times..."

   The hand was quick, slapping Jenna across the face again and catching
her off guard.  The black woman shoved Jenna back onto the bed and was on
top of her in a second, pinning her down.  "You think you'r the first,
slut?" Marcella told her.  Jenna saw the smile appear on the woman's face.
"Nah," she shook her head.  "I lost count of all the white bitches he's
had. You lot are so fucking easy these days.  He showed me the video."
Jenna's eyes widened.  "Oh, yeah.  "We watched it as he was fucking me from
behind as well.  You're just another nasty white whore in a nice DVD
collection."

   Jenna looked towards Pete to see him easing his cock out of his
trousers. "That was..."

   "So pretty and white and innocent," Marcella sneered.  "But we know the
truth, you dirty little black cock slut."

   Jenna shook her head.  "He was--"

   "Shut up." Marcella told her.  "You have a career to think of.  After
all, if you boss was to see that video, especially the bit where you talk
about fucking up that sweet, little blonde reporter..."

   "No..." Jenna breathed.

   "And then that video unfortunately leaked to some of those celebrity
websites..."

   Jenna shook her head again.  "No."

   "What would happen?" Marcella grinned.  "Fired...  Legal action..."

   Her stomach went into knots.  That damn camera.  It had felt so horny at
the time.  "You can't.  He helped me.  Pete helped me.  He'd be fired as
well."

   "But he wouldn't be a fucked as you would.  Celebrity." the black woman
put her face to Jenna's.  Her voice lowered to a whisper.  "And with the
web these days.  You'd need to leave the fucking planet.  Who would hire
you?  Not when there was better footage of you, talking like a whore as you
take it up the ass...."

   Bitch, Jenna thought as she saw the domineering look in the black
woman's eye.  A quick glance to Pete made he look at his cock, so big and
black and beautiful now as he gently stroked it.  Her pussy was creaming up
as she look at it.  the foreskin easing back.  "Eyes on me, bitch." the
black woman's voice brought her back to the woman on top of her, holding
her down.  "He's getting hard now isn't he?" she asked and Jenna found
herself nodding.  "Still the slut, wanting that black cock inside again."
the woman's voice was smooth but firm.  "Say it."

   "...no..." Jenna whispered.

   "You want to feel my husband's cock fucking you again, don't you?" the
black woman hissed pressing her face to Jenna's

   "No." Jenna lied and saw the glint in the woman's eye as she felt the
throb of yearning between her thighs.

   "I can see your eyes, bitch.  I can smell how wet you're getting.  You
are lying."

   "No..." she said again, shaking her head.

   "Honey?" the black woman said.  "Put you big cock in this white whore
and tell me how wet she is."

   Jenna heard Pete walking to the bed then her ankles were grabbed and she
flound herself being dragged down the bed until her ass was on the edge of
the bed.  She found herself looking up at the Marcella's bust.  She
couldn't stop herself from moaning as she suddenly felt Pete's hard cock
pushing into her wet cunt.  "Ooooh...." she groaned as he cunt
instinctively began to close around that hard, throbbing shaft.  "Uuuuh,"

   "Well, hon?" the woman said.

   Jenna felt him pull out and replace his cock with two thick fingers. 
They moved around her cunt walls and she cried out in pleasure as the his
thumb rubbed her clit.  The fingers were whipped out and the woman on top
of her leaned back and moaned.  Jenna saw her sucking on Pete's fingers. 
"Mmmm," Marcella said after she'd sucked them dry.  "You lying whore."

   "Uuuh...." Jenna groaned, wanting to feel something inside her.

   "You want him, say it!"

   "I..." Jenna needed to cum so bad.  "I need him."

   "You need IT, not him." Marcella said looking down at her as she sat on
Jenna belly.  "But there's a price to get it from my husband." Jenna
watched as the black woman pulled the t-shirt off revealing her bra-less
breasts.  "All you do," she continued sliding back and standing between
Jenna's spread legs.  "Is crawl on you slutty hands and knees and kiss my
fine, black ass.  Then you can get his BIG, BLACK COCK and I get to watch
you be a white slut as well."

   "What..." Jenna blinked as she saw the black woman undo her her pants
and push them down.  She was already shoe-less as she stepped out of them
and backed towards the door.  She looked at Pete who just shrugged.  He
lifted his cock in his hand and she gazed at it.  Her pussy was dripping,
throbbing with a wanton hunger for that cock.  He was gently easing the
foreskin back, letting the fat head rise up in front of her.

   "Pick, bitch." he told her.  It goes in you or her." Pete added nodding
towards his wife who by now was bending over with her pants around her
knees.  She had both hands pulling her ass cheeks apart and was looking
back.

   "Come and kiss it, whore." Marcella teased.

   Jenna looked at that cock again.  Her pussy was dripping with want for
it.  She was nice and wet for that shaft to slip inside her so fucking
easily.  She started to rub herself without knowing it.  She had to have
him inside her.  Just had to...

   "Here I come, sweetheart." Pete said suddenly and turned towards his
wife.

   "No!" Jenna cried out and held out a hand.  The black man stopped and
looked at her.  "I..." she said.  "I..."

   Smiles broke out on the black couple as Jenna slid down onto the floor
and slowly crawled towards Marcella's ass.  "That's it, slut." the black
woman purred, wiggling her ass.  "Come and get it.  Show me you know your
place."

   Bitch, Jenna thought.  She was crawling like a dog all because she
needed that wonderful cock - no, because they could ruin her.  It was
nothing but blackmail.  She was naked and crawling and, fuck, her pussy was
wet and so damn horny right now.  Jenna stopped as she reached Marcella's
black ass and lowered her head.  The pleasure was rippling through her
whole body.  "...mmmmmhhh...."

   "Shit, the bitch is cumming!" Marcella grinned.

   Pete grabbed Jenna's hair and pulled her head up so she was level with
that spread ass in front of her.  "You gonna kiss it?" he said to her.

   "Yeah, she's gonna get her face right in there." the black woman said.

   Jenna had cum.  She glanced at the hard, black cock.  She had cum just
crawling to debase herself for these two.  Her mind had been feeling shame
but her body had over-ridden her mind.  Suddenly Marcella pushed back and
Jenna found her face thrust into that black ass, wedged between the firm
cheeks.  "That's not kissing it, slut!" she heard the woman say.

   Jenna felt her pussy throbbing again and she finally submitted to it
over her mind.  She pursed her lips and found the small, pink hole.

   "Now the tongue, slut." Marcella ordered.  Jenna could hear the smile in
the voice as Pete pushed her face in as much as he could.  "No tongue, no
cock!"

   Jenna opened her mouth and pushed her tongue forwards.  She would do it.
She would do whatever they told her.  Her pussy was juicing up again as she
pushed her tongue into the black woman's asshole....



   Eglin Broadcast News.  Jenna Meadows Office.  Day.

   She listened to the yelling from Paul Morgan's office.  Pete had done
just as he wife said he would.  Michelle had been late two more times this
week and, yet again, had somehow managed to wipe the data from several
computers when a virus had hit them.  The source had been traced right back
to her computer where a lot of porn had also be discovered.  Hot, naked,
gay porn.  It was enough to push Michelle out.

   Opening her door slightly she saw the two security guards arrive at the
door across the hallway.  Both were large, muscular black men and Jenna
felt herself getting wet at the sight of them.  Morgan's door swung open
and the corridor was filled with the pleading sobs from Michelle.  "Honest,
Mr Morgan, I don't know how."

   "I'm not arguing about this!  Our lawyers'll be in touch about the cost
of fixing the damage." Paul told her then looked at the guards.  "Get this
perverted little..." He grabbed her arm and pushed her out of the door into
the hands of the guards.  "Just get her out of this building!"

   "NOOOO!" Michelle cried as the large black men grabbed her arms.  To
Jenna's eyes, Michelle looked so small between them.  Small and weak.  "I
DIDN'T DO THIS!" the little slut yelled as she was carried down the hall.
"I DIDN'T DO THIS...."



   *



   The knock on the door came twenty minutes later.  Jenna couldn't stop
smiling at the how Michelle had been thrown out.  There was no way she
would ever be back.  Not after all that.  Jenna thought of those two
guards. Big and stong and black.  Her cunt was throbbing as she heard the
knock.  "Come in." she called out sitting up straight.

   The door opened and she smiled as Pete walked in.  He was carrying a
box. "Well?" the black man said.

   "Thank you." Jenna smiled.

   "That all?"

   She knew where he was going now.  Jenna stood up and walked up to him.
Slowly she put a hand on his crotch and felt him getting hard.  Quietly she
lowered herself onto her knees and unzipped his trousers then reach in and
freed his beautiful black cock from.  She held it in her hands, gently
stroking and pumping the soft fleshy shaft.  She could feel the blood
filling it already, hardening it.  Jenna looked at the cock as grew longer
and thicker in her hands and she kissed the head once.  Looking up she saw
him smiling down at her then looked back at the source of growing pleasure
inside her.  Jenna spat on one hand then the other and took a hold of
Pete's cock again.  She felt his hand on her head and moved her lips
forward.  opening her mouth she tasted him as he entered her mouth.  Both
his hands were on her head now and she felt him moving his hips fowards. 
He was soon slowly fucking her mouth.  Jenna moaned softly as the black
cock saw going deeper into her mouth, heading for the back of her throat.

   Jenna let her hands slip down, one sliding around to his ass while her
other hand fell down and pulled her skirt up to rub herself.  Her cunt was
hot and throbbing as her mouth took it's place for the black man.  She
listened to him groan and felt his fingers move through her hair.  He
gripped her hair with both hands and began thrusting a little harder,
finally pushing his cock to the back of her throat.  Jenna felt the gag
response try and kick in but held it back.  She was quite adept at
swallowing cock now.  Very adept at it.  Pete was going for it now.  His
whole shaft was being pushed into her mouth.

   "On the desk, bitch." he told her as he pulled his cock out.  Jenna
blinked as she saw the glistening, spit covered black shaft in front of
her. She stood up and sat on the desk, spreading her legs.  "Other way." he
smiled.  "On your back." Jenna knew her mouth was going to get his cock
again.  She walked around the desk and lay on it, letting her head hang
over the front of the desk.  She grinned up at him then opened her mouth
good and wide.

   Pete just smiled down at her and pushed his cock down towards her open
mouth.  He pushed it into her open lips and moaned in satisfaction.  His
hands went on either side of her head and he sank his cock into her mouth.
Jenna felt the juices soaking her panties as she rubbed her clit.  Pete
pulled back and let her get some air then sank his cock in again, this time
a deeper.  He was going for her throat.  This time he held it in there a
little longer till she started groaning and blowing him back.  He pulled
back and pushed back in.  "Get ready..." he told her.

   Jenna felt the lust take over her body.  She want to feel that cock
inside her so badly now as it slid back until the head was between her
lips. She opened her mouth again.  The thrust was harder, sinking deep
enough to push into her throat.  He kept pushing until she felt his black
balls squashed against her nose.  Jenna inhaled his smell.  That alone
drove her to a sudden orgasm.  "....mmmmmm...." she moaned as the cock
forced it's way even further into her throat.  Pete just held it in there.
Soon she was gagging as the air in her lungs was running out.

   "Fuuuuuuck...." he groaned, circling his hips....

   "...hhhg..."

   "...yeahhhh..." he said to the room.

   "Hhhg--hhgg--" Jenna felt his hands slide around her throat and, while
not pressing, gripped her firmly.

   Jenna gasped, the sucked in air as he suddenly pulled his cock back out.
She pushed a hand down into her panties and hooked a finger inside herself.
She felt the warm, wet saliva dribble down her face.  He pushed his cock
back into her mouth and then cupped his hands around her throat.

   "Fucking time, bitch!" Pete said and Jenna could hear the smile in his
voice.  The cock slammed into her throat now, his balls squeezed up against
her nose.  Then pulled back and slammed forward again.  Pete was grunting
as he fucked, using her mouth as just another fuckhole...

   "...UUGH! ...GHUUU! ...GHH!"

   "Fuck, yeah!" he gasped, pounding into the white woman....



   *



   After he'd finished, Pete had just put his cock back, zipped himself up
and walked out with out saying a word.  Jenna had realised then the office
door had been unlocked.  Anyone could have walked in!  She took the small
mirror from her handbag and looked in it.  The lipstick and mascara was
smeared.  Her whole face was a mess.  The black man had slammed every inch
of his cock into her mouth when he came and pumped his hot cum into her
belly.  She saw the clock on the wall and swore under her breath.  She was
due for a meeting on the floor about tonight's programme.

   Jenna quickly cleaned herself up and fixed her make-up then ran down....

   ____(Marcella has a present for Jenna.  A nice new dog collar...)

   Ewing Motel.  Evening.

   She wa naked before the black couple.  Naked and on her knees.  Jenna
Meadows was just a toy to them both.  Pete was naked and grinning as
Marcella was massaging his hard black cock with oil.  Jenna glanced towards
the box on the bed.  A nice pink box with a red ribbon and bow.  She
wondered what was in it.

   "Job done," Marcella said and kissed Pete's cheek sweetly.  "Now for
payment."

   "Yes," Jenna replied.

   "And you know what that payment is?" the black woman who was still
clothed asked.

   "Whatever you want." Jenna said.

   "Whatever WE want." Marcella corrected her.

   "Whatever You both want."

   "Told you she learns easy." Pete added.

   "Now go and open you present." Marcella smiled.  Jenna moved towards the
bed on her knees.  They, or Marcella, liked it better is she moved that
way. She reached the bed and started to slowly open the box.  Undoing the
ribbon then easing the top off.  She blinked as she saw what was inside. 
"Take them out, slut." the black woman told her.

   Jenna took out the silver handcuffs then the silver cock-ring with
leather straps on either side.  She looked back.  Marcella was walking
towards her.  "What..."

   "Quiet!" Marcella ordered and shoved Jenna face down onto the bed.  She
grabbed the handcuffs and Jenna felt her left arm being grabbed then the
cold metal snap around her wrist.  Just as suddenly her right arm was
pulled behind her and the other metal ring was snapped around her right
wrist.  She pulled at the cuffs only to find them tight.  The idea of being
constrained seeme to cause her pussy to start throbbing.  She was at the
couple's mercy.  Whatever they wanted, she thought the words making her
feel so damn horny.  She wanted to feel Pete inside her so badly.  She
needed to feel his big, black cock throb and thrust inside her until he
filled her with his cum.

   "Fuuuuuck...." she moaned, letting her face drop onto the bed.  Jenna
felt her hair being grabbed and found herself looking up at Marcella's
dark, smiling face.

   "Say `ahhh'" the black woman instructed her.

   Jenna opened her mouth and felt the metal ring being shoved in between
her teeth so it wedged her mouth open.  The straps were tugged behinf her
head and she felt them being strapped together.  "....hhhhhh...." she
moaned.  Her pussy was on fire now.

   "Don't.  Fucking.  Move." she heard the black woman whisper in her ear.
Jenna could only moan as she felt a couple of fingers sliding bown between
her ass cheeks then dip into her pussy.  "Real wet slut." she heard
Marcella say from behind her.  Suddenly she felt something else rubbing up
and down between her ass cheeks, causing them to spread some more.  Jenna
started to look back but felt a heavy slap on the back of her head.

   "Eyes front!" Pete barked and Jenna did as she was told.

   It was soon obvious what was between her ass cheeks as she felt the
round hard shaft pushing at her asshole.  "HHHHHhhhh..." she moaned as she
heard Pete's breathing behind her.  Her ass opened easily for him and he
was soon pushing the thick head of his cock into her tight anal passage. 
"HHHH!" she groaned, arching back as he thrust into her a couple of times
more then pulled back.

   Suddenly Marcella appeared on the bed in front of her, naked.  Except
for the long, thick rubber cock that was strapped between her legs.  The
black woman grabbed Jenna's head by the hair again and pulled her face up.
In a second Marcella was kneeling in front of Jenna's head and had the
strap on inside the cock ring that was holding Jenna's mouth open.  She
xould taste the black rubbed as it slid forwards then felt two hands grap
her hair.  Two more strong hand slapped onto her hips.  She was cuffed and
ring-gagged with a big, black cock in her ass while a fake black cock was
pushing towards her throat.  A sense of panic hit her and Jenna started
wriggling.

   "How about we spit-roast this bitch?" she heard Marcella say.

   As both cocks began to thrust, three little words went through Jenna's
cock-filled head.

   Whetever...  We...  Want...

   The orgasm that exploded in her pussy just then wouldn't be the last one
that night....





   Jenna Meadows Apartment.  Kitchen.  Evening.

   Jenna swirled the wine around her mouth as she gently turned the pieces
of steak in the pan.  She swallowed the red wine and nodded, happy her
choice to go with the steak.  She had the vegeatbes ready and just needed
the steak to join them in the dish that woud go into the oven.  A couple of
hours and she's have a nice meal to go along with the DVD to watch, the
next couple of episodes of a cop drama she'd started watching recently. 
Jenna lifted the pan and dropped the meat in then put the glass lid on the
dish and slid that into the oven.

   It had been a few days since she watched that little blonde slut being
dragged out of Paul Morgan's office and she could still feel the pleasure
at the mental image of that crying, yelling bitch.  Jenna poured some more
wine into the glass and lifted it up.  "Here's to bitches.  Especially this
one." she said to the room and down the glass in one.

   The door bell interrupted her and Jenna headed to the door.  She looked
through the peephole and couldn't see anyone.  Carefully she put the chain
on and cracked the door open.  The gun barrel slammed through making her
jumped back and she saw the door being pushed then slammed against.  The
chain broke away from the door and Jenna turned and tried to run into the
apartment as the hooded figure slammed the door closed and came after her.
Jenna felt the weight land on her back and the cold metal of the gun press
against her neck.

   "N-no..." she started.

   "Shut up, bitch!" a feamle voice told her and stood up.

   Jenna looked back in surprise.  Michelle Farnell put her hood down,
keeping the gun aimed at Jenna.  "What..."

   "What?  Just what?" Michelle mocked.  "That's all you have to say. 
What!"

   "I don't know what you're doing here, but--"

   "You lying bitch!  I know you got me fired!"

   Jenna swallowed.  How could she know?  "I don't know--"

   "You don't think I didn't know how jealous you were.  It was the office
gossip!" Michelle took a step closer to Jenna.  "That and how easy you
spread your legs."

   "You're crazy!" Jenna said.

   "I was a threat to you!"

   The fear that had filled Jenna was gone as she saw the gun start to
shake.  "A threat?  You?  Ha!  How fucking easy was it to get you fired?"
Jenna slowly got to her feet.  The stupid blonde bitch's hand was shaking.
"Dead easy.  So who told you?"

   "I..." Michelle circled round, holding the gun nervously in both hands.
"I figured it out."

   "Bullshit." Jenna told her, watching the gun.  "You're lucky you know
how to tie your shoe laces.  You can't even read an autocue!"

   "That was you!  You-"

   "What?  What did I do?  Other than showing you how shit you are at
anything that doesn't involved fucking!"

   "You fucking hypo-"

   Jenna suddenly slapped her hand against Michelle's knocking the gun out
of it.  The mistake was so dumb.  The safety catch was still on.  The bitch
gave blondes a bad name, she thought running into the kitchen she grabbed
the frying pan and turned to see Michelle behind her.  She threw the pan
and saw Michelle duck back.  The woman started falling back and seemed to
clip the corner of the work surface behind her.  Jenna looked as Michelle
lay there.  She didn't move.  Then Jenna saw the small amount of blood
under the woman's head.  "Shit," she muttered and ran to the fallen young
woman.

   Looking at the wound, it seemed that she had hit the corner with her
head.  She stood up and picked up the phone next to the door.  Jenna
stopped herself as her finger hovered over the number 9.  How could she
have known about her invovlement in getting her fired?  Looking down at
Michelle she saw the woman didn'y seem to be breathing.  Oh, fuck, fuck,
fuck, she thought and was trying to think up what she could say.  Next
morning she would be the one on the news headlines.  And what if there was
evidence of her involvement?

   Pete had talked.  Or talked to....

   Marcella?  Was it her?

   No choice, she thought and looked down at the phone.  She punched the
number in and slowed her breathing as she heard the ring.  The male voice
on the other end made her alert.  "Pete," she said.  "I...  You need to
come to my place..." she told him.



   *



   The shock had finally hit Jenna and she sat on her couch as both Pete
and Marcella looked down at the dead body of Michelle Farnell in Jenna's
kitchen.  She had hoped for only Pete to come but found herself scared as
she saw his wife, Marcelle, behind him looking at the door when she opened
it.  The chain had been ripped from the frame.  Jenna had started babbling
until Marcella had slapped her and told her to show them what happened. 
That was when she took them to the stilll warm body of Michelle.

   "That is her." Marcella said to her husband.

   "Fuck me," Pete sighed.

   "Dumb bitch." Marcella said.

   "Which one?" he asked, looking back at Jenna.

   "Both of them!" Marcella walked over to Jenna and bent down to her. 
"What the fuck happened?" she demanded.  Jenna just shook her head. 
Marcella slapped her again and lifted Jenna's face with her other hand. 
"What.  The.  Fuck.  Did.  You.  Do?" she said again slowly.

   "I was just..." jenna started.  "When she...  The door...  She had a
gun!"

   Marcella and Pete looked at each other then at where the gun had landed
after Jenna had slapped it out of Michelle's hand.  There was a look that
exchanged between them.  Suddenly Marcella stood up straight and looked
around.  She saw a door and lifted Jenna's chin.  "You are going to do what
we tell you.  Clear?" she said and Jenna nodded.

   She looked at the white woman then walked through the door out of sight.
Pete crouched down and looked at Michelle's body.  He made sure he touched
nothing as he looked closer at the wound on the woman's head then looked
around the room again.  Suddenly Marcella entered the room, putting
something into her jeans pocket.  "Right," she announced.  "She's coming
with me, Pete.  You're to stay here and wait."

   Jenna found herself being put into a coat then being calmly led out of
her apartment.  She was barely listening to the black woman as she was
taken out into the cool night air.



   Ewing Motel.  Evening.

   She was still in shock and only slowly realised she was in a motel room.
Marcella gently put her down on the bed and checked her watch.  "You're
sleeping here tonight." she told her.

   Jenna was still shaking when the black woman grabbed her face and forced
a miniture of brandy down her throat.  She coughed it up and was met with a
sharp slap.  "Listen," Marcella told her, pulling her face to meet Jenna's
eyes.  "Listen, honey.  You're in shock.  You need to sleep.  This'll
help." Jenna heard the forceful tone in the black woman's voice and slowly
nodded.  "Good." Marcella said and opened anothe miniture.  She poured it
down Jenna throat then laid her back and watched as the shaking woman had
somehow fallen asleep.



   *



   "AAAH!"

   Marcella woke up with a start and saw Jenna was awake and shaking her
head.  Her watch told her it was a little past four in the morning.

   "Oh, god.  I killed her!" the white woman wept.  "I killed her!"

   Marcella leapt up and pushed Jenna onto her back, looking deep into the
scared white woman's eyes.  She had to slap the hysterical bitch twice
before some kind of calm went over her.  "Yeah, you fucking killed her. 
That's..."

   "Oooohh..."

   Another slap silenced Jenna.  "You killed her.  She had a gun.  It was
self-defence.  Remember?"

   Jenna was crying now.  "Just fell back..."

   "Self-fucking defence!" Marcella told her again before rolling her eyes
and swearing under her breath.  "You got her fired and you had to kill her
in self-defence!"

   "I couldn't..."

   "Not one word!" the black woman ordered.  The dumb bitch was her own
worst enemy.  She got her cell out of her coat pocket and tapped on the
screen a few times before put it to her ear.  "All done?" she asked. 
"Okay."

   Marcella tapped the screen once and put it back.  "We are taking you
home." she told Jenna who started shaking her head again.  Marcella grabbed
Jenna's face and put hers up close.  "Listen.  Do you want to end up making
the news as a jealous bunny boiler who killed her younger rival?" She let
the words somehow sank in.  After a minute Jenna shook her head.  "It has
been taken care of.  You are going to go home and forget anything happened.
Understand?"

   The white woman felt the forceful grip on her jaw and saw something deep
in black woman's eyes.  She even felt her pussy start to throb.

   "I said." Marcella repeated.  "Understand?"

   "...yes." Jenna said at last.

   "You just had a quiet night in.  That was all."

   "...yes."

   "You just went to bed."

   "...y-yes."

   Marcella saw the submission in the woman.  "You say a fucking word about
this to anyone, we get any trouble out of this and it'll only conspiracy
for us.  You'll get murder." Jenna looked terrified and was mouthing at
her. I won't, she was saying as tears were welling up again.  "In fact,"
Marcella continued.  "We'll have unbreakable alibis leaving you to take it
all.  Do you fucking understand?"

   Jenna nodded.

   "Now pull yourself together and come with me." Marcella told her.





   *



   Jenna never said a word as Marcella drove her back.  But the closer she
got to her apartment the more nervous she got.  As the black woman parked,
Jenna was shaking again.  "I can't go up..."

   Marcella grabbed her by the arm and pulled Jenna's face towards her. 
"There's nothing up there." she said angrily.  "Nothing."

   "But--"

   "Nothing!" Marcella told her.  "But one pissed off black man who's had
his sleep ruined tonight!  Now you are going to put on your best news face
and smile as we head back up there.  You wanted the little bitch fired.  It
got done.  She's gone.  For good.  You know nothing but she's gone."

   "Gone...?"

   "That's right.  Gone." Marcella smiled, looking into the still worried
eyes of the white woman.  She slapped a hand down between Jenna's legs and
kept it there.  She felt the thigh seem to open slightly.  "That's right,
you remember your place.  Cause you owe big time now, don't you?" She
started rubbing Jenna's crotch, pushing her hand down further.  "Your ass
is owned now..."

   They went back up to Jenna's apartment arm-in arm.  Jenna put on her
best straight news face but was nervous as she thought of the body lying up
there.  Marcella took her up and used Jenna's key to open the door.  Jenna
took a breath before she walked in hestitantly.  She could smell the odour
of bleach.  Forcing her eyes she blinked as she saw apartment.  It looked
clean.  Pete was sitting watching the TV.  She looked towards the kitchen
area and nervously walked towards it.  There was no body.  No blood.

   "See, nothing." Marcella said.

   "Nothing..." Jenna whispered.

   "Someone'll be by to fix the door later." Pete sighed.  "Time for saying
thank you."

   "Thank you," Jenna said weakly.

   "Properly." Marcella told her.

   Jenna looked around to where Pete was sitting.  She saw his cock in his
hand.  Big and black and getting hard.  She walked to him then got on her
knees and took his cock in her hands.  As her lips closed the thickening
dark head she heard him talk again.

   "Now you be sure and say thanks to the nice black man who'll come and
fix your door."

   "Or black men, right?" Marcella said.

   Jenna felt his hand on the back of her head.  "Whatever, she'll be nice,
won't you?" he replied.

   "mh-hm," Jenna said as her mouth was pushed down his hot, throbbing
shaft....





   Commissioner's Office.  Eglin City Police Department.  Day.

   "...Her body was found in a...  In a dumpster behind the building where
she lived." Jenna Meadows paused and quickly composed herself.  "Her
apartment had also been the subject of a search.  Police so far are not
making any comments into the possible motives for Michelle Farnell's death.
This station wishes to express it's unmost sympathy to her family."

   Jane Gregg was standing, watching the TV and saw the tears in the eyes
of the presenter as she read from the autocue.  Gregg had been given a
preliminary report in the case.  The apartment had been burgled, anything
valuable was gone, along with Farnell's computer.  The investigating
officer had put forward a theory that either it was burglary gone wrong or
that Michelle Farnell was looking into some criminal activity to get back
in the business after being fired and hadn't been smart enough to cover her
tracks.  She should have stuck with hollywood and TV stars, Gregg thought
as she went to switch the TV off.

   "On other news, the city Mayor, Alan Purefoy, broke the ground on the
site of the extention for the new psychiatric wing of the St Byrnes General
Hospital..."

   Gregg stopped and looked at the footage.  Purefoy was his grinning,
charming self.  At least he was until the questions began.  He batted them
away without answering a single one as usual.  Until some smart ass asked
about the the latest crime figures.  "I had a meeting with the Police
Commissioner and she swore it was a priority that would be dealt with." he
smiled.

   Gregg started muttering in anger.  "Lying..."

   "I made it quite clear that the future of this city would come down to
how safe it would be for both families and business to prosper." Purefoy
continued.

   "...Sack of shit..." she hissed.  The little prick was going to blame
her for any shit that happened.  Over what, rumours?

   "Next question."

   Gregg threw the remote at the TV and watched it explode.  The door
crashed open and a young male officer jumped in, gun wildly aiming around
the room.  Daniella Holmes, Gregg's secretary, put her head around the door
cautiously.  "Boss?" she asked with a worried tone in her voice, then
looked at the smashed TV.  The officer still had his gun drawn as he stood
up taking a breath.

   "Put it away, son." Gregg told him then looked at Daniella.  "I'm going
to need a new TV."


   THE END.