A black club, just for niggers.Taking me by the hand, Jerome led me onto the dance floor, guiding me around the writhing bodies to the center of the p...ace.He soon slipped his huge black hand down to my thigh, lifting up the short hem of my skirt, hiking it up my thigh further and further until I could feel the air conditioner blowing across my mound.I kissed him, as I felt his finger slipping into my slit, brushing against my throbbing swollen clit, teasing it and slipping one of his fingertips. James took a careful step back from her reach, and then reached into his waist bag.Jessica yelled, "You stupid man, I'm in charge here. If you don't sit down and do what you're told, I'll—"James lifted his arm from his waist bag, in his hand he leveled his Navy M1911 at her face, cutting her off midsentence. James calmly used his thumb to pull back the hammer making a metallic clicking noise that anyone who watched television or films would recognize.Calmly, he said, "Hand the knife slowly to. And I don’t mean that in a bad way. Some girls have angelic and cute faces. Tammy had a devilish and seductive face, no matter her expression. She was just a tall, blonde bombshell. But I digress. Cameron. Cameron was not the best height for a tennis player, only standing at about 5 and half feet tall. She didn’t have Tammy’s body, but she was no slouch. Definitely considered pretty by most, she just wasn’t the bombshell that Tammy is. Her small frame was mostly legs, making her appear taller. "Sierra laughed and sputtered, "No way, Jamie boy, it is you that is going to be serving drinks as a naked slave."Tom waved his hands for silence in the room. "OK. Then this is the deal. The one who is wrong ends up naked, shaved - no body hair at all - and helping serve food and drinks for the rest of the party. Is that the bet?"Both James and Sierra nodded.Tom did a few quick actions with his phone and then made a drum roll sound while pretending to pound on a snare drum in mid-air. Then in.