Louis put his hands on her waist and drew her closer, “You suck your husband’s c**k? You suck any white c**k?” he asked.
“No. Not my husband’s. Just black. Just black men.”
“How come?”
Maureen looked up at them, “Please,” she said, her eyes tearing, “no more.”
“How come only black c**k?” Louis repeated.
She knew what they wanted to hear. “Because black men make me hot. Because I love the…the taste and smell of black men…of…of their cocks.”
“Can’t get enough?” Mufta laughed.
“No, I can’t get enough, never enough.”
Louis pulled three fifty dollar bills out of his wallet and handed them to her. She gave him the key and followed him to the door with the blue light. It was a small room, not much bigger than a cubicle. There were blue lights behind the opaque ceiling. The room was dom
