Victoria Greene

Charm

I had counted the money and realized he gave me two thousand dollars. Two thousand dollars in those days was a lot of money and was more than my annual salary. I decided that I was going to wire half of it back home, though I would have to make up a story on how I attained that much money as my parents would surely question me. My phone rang and I wondered who was calling. I had sacrificed a month's pay to buy it since I wanted to talk to my family on a weekly basis but looking at the time I doubted it was them. They were probably asleep at this time.

"Hello". I said.

"Victoria, hi". A deep voice said.

"I'm sorry but who is this". I asked.

"It's Charles". He said and I felt my heart rate increase.

"Mr. Luciano how did you get my number?". I asked.

"I got it from your manager". He said and I nodded.

"Do you need anything, sir?". I said wanting to end this conversation. I could not afford a large phone bill.

"Galina has left we can have the room to ourselves". He said and I rolled my eyes, he wanted to have s*x.

"I can only come to perform my work and looking at the time it is outside my working hours. So if you need someone to be with you may call someone else. Good night sir". I said hanging up and not waiting for a response. I had the day off the next day so I decided to stay up late and read. I could not afford a record player and televisions were rare and expensive in those days so reading was the only source of entertainment I had. I was in the middle of my book when there was a knock on my door. I furrowed my brows looking at the time. The only friend I had was Angela and she would not visit me in the middle of the night. I tiptoed my way to the door and looked through the peephole and was met with Mr. Luciano. He knocked again and opened the door although the chain was still there.

"Mr. Luciano". I said confused as to why he was at my apartment in the middle of the night.

"Let me in". He said and I complied not wanting to upset him after all he was my boss. He walked into the small apartment and I felt insecure when his eyes danced around. His bedroom was bigger than my entire apartment.

"Sir, is something wrong?". I asked and his gaze shifted towards me.

"Are ya mad at me?". He asked.

"Excuse me, sir". I said furrowing my brows.

"Did I do somethin' to upset ya?". He said and it was that moment that I realized that he was also an i***t.

"No sir, what gave you that idea?". I asked.

"Ya hung up on me". He said with furrowed brows. From the look on his face, I knew he was not used to being rejected by a woman.

"Mr. Luciano I do not understand what you want from me". I said feeling my anger rise.

"I want ya". I said.

"What we did last night was a mistake. It can never happen again". I said trying to stop the tears threatening to come out.

"Why not. You had fun and I had fun so we can continue having fun". He said and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I was in pain half of the night so it was not exactly that much fun.

"Because you have a gal and I am sure she would not appreciate her n***o maid sleeping with her beau". I said turning around and walking into my small kitchen as tears rolled down my face. He walked behind me.

"What does ya skin color have to do with this". He said from behind me.

"Because white men experiment sir. It is a well-known fact that white men love having a taste of the Negress maid. Its been happening since slavery". I said remembering the warning my father gave me. They tell what you want to hear so they can get what they want and then they drop you like a hot potato. He would say and I remembered the sweet words Mr. Luciano had used the previous night and this morning but he quickly went to his white woman.

"Woah Woah what the f*ck are ya talkin' 'bout?" He said with a baffled look on his face.

"I ain't no slave owner and I would never take a dame against her will". He said looking offended by my words and I regretted them immediately remembering his words from last night.

I had always found the idea of racial segregation stupid we all need each other to succeed. When I was a kid I thought America was a great country for everyone but when I got here I soon realized I was wrong. They say its the land of the free but only for some people. In my country, they regard me as black and I know the feelin' of being treated as inferior.

He had said in his drunken stupor and I realized that he was Italian and just Italian but Sicilian so his people had also gone through slavery and I felt bad for comparing him to a slave owner.

"I'm sorry". I whispered.

"And ya ain't the first colored dame I've been with. I ain't the kind of fella who sees women like ya as an experience. I like beautiful dames and skin color don't matter". He said and I nodded.

"Listen I ain't the type to settle down or nothin but I enjoyed last night and I want us to continue". He said.

"What about Galina?". I asked.

"She knows I have other women". He said and I nodded.

"So you want us to have a s****l relationship?". I asked and he nodded.

"Are you going to continue being with other women" . I asked and he nodded, I looked down feeling disappointed by his reply.

"Listen I promise to be good to ya. Don't think about the other women because they ain't thinkin' bout ya". He said as he moved closer to me.

"No feelings no emotional attachment just great s*x between two adults". He said

"What do ya say? mm". He whispered gently taking my face in his hands. I looked up to him hypnotized by his dark eyes and I nodded and he smiled.

"Good". He whispered bringing his face closer to mine.

"Show me ya bedroom and I can show ya heaven". He whispered into my ear and my breath hitched as my body was turned on by his actions.