Road Trip With Jim

The next day Jim came to pick me up while my husband was at school. We drove to Atlanta for the training, getting in town the night before the conference was to take place. After we checked into hotel room Jim and I went out to dinner. Later we went to a strip club in a black part of town. Jim and I sat at the bar drinking and talking with the locals. Some of the dancers got Jim's attention while two black guys starting hitting and feeling on me. They noted that Jim was paying attention to the other girls and not me. I explained that he was free to do that if he wished to. They asked if I was free to spend time with other men. I explained that I would do whatever Jim wanted me to do. They said they understood. It seemed the men were owner or managers of the club. They went over to where Jim and the dancers were at and talked for a while. They came back later and told me Jim had given me to them for the night. He would be spending the night with the two dancers. I got a little worried and looked a Jim to see him giving me an OK sign. The club was near a motel where the owner had rooms for the girls to use with their customers. They said Jim would be in one of their rooms. The men escorted me to a back office that had an adjoining manager’s apartment. They had been buying me and Jim drinks since we arrived, so I was feeling a little drunk. When we got in the back they pulled out some pot and we smoked it. They had been feeling me up all night long, and now they were undressing me. We made our way to the bed. They used me for the next few hours. We continued to smoke and drink all night long. Some of the dancers came back and joined us during break time. One of the girls that Jim left with came in. Jim had asked her to make some photos of me getting fucked by her bosses. She got shots of me sucking, fucking and taking it up the ass. After about two hours the owners were for more part a fucked out. I was drunk and wasted on the pot. I was just glad I did not have to worry about driving in a strange city in that condition.

I laid back and relaxed, wondering what Jim was doing. The owners had gone back into the club, but later returned with four other black men. They told them I was the white whore they were taking about. The men seemed pleased and excited. They started taking off their clothing. I asked one of the owners what was going on. He said my pimp had trade me for the night with the two dancers. The owner assured me that Jim had gotten a good deal. He said Jim had got the two dancers for the night, a bag of pot, and $400 for me. I agreed that that did sound like a very good deal for one night with me. He said I must have misunderstood what the deal was. Jim had agreed to leave me with them for three nights. He asked them to tell me that he would be back for me after his conference was over. I was very drunk and high at this point, so it still did not hit me that I was left to be a whore for these black pimps for three days. I have left all of my ID, money, etc. in Jim’s car. All my clothing was back at the hotel. I was drunks, high, in a strange city, with no money or ID. I had come to the club dressed like a slut. At this point in time I was not even sure where my slut clothing was at. When the men undressed me they locked my clothing in the office file cabinet “for safe keeping”.

The four men undressed and took turns using me for the next few hours. I passed out after they were done with, only to awaken to another man fucking me. My ass and pussy was sore the next morning. I woke up in the bed with one of the managers. He said his name was Tony, and I was the hit of the party last night. He gave me something for my hangover and told me to clean up and rest. He said I would be busy for the next two days.