“Here’s your order, sir.” My cold, flat voice echoes out as my dainty, pale hand drops off the business man’s specialty drip coffee on the wooden bar. “Thanks for stopping by.” I coo, my plump lips curling into a brief smile, but my emerald eyes clearly reflected emptiness. Being a barista was a decent gig, though there was a lot of hassling - as this was a bikini-oriented joint. There were always three to four girls behind the bar, each wearing a thin bikini, with each varying in how much skin they showed. Personally, I didn’t mind it - as it meant more tips to feed my semi-luxurious lifestyle. Today, I wore a black bikini that was practically a micro bikini, the way it barely contained my young C cups and rode up my thick, jiggly ass. The skimpy work attire also showed off our tattoos, though, mine were different from the other girls. An ornate ‘Slut’ for a tramp stamp, some stars on my hip dips, and a flurry of art resembling a dragon on my left thigh. My body was fairly inked, and hiding within the art were a few key marks that identified who I was:

That being, a Queen of Spades tattoo. In between my hypnotizing womb tattoo and back art, I had a cute little spade - stamped above my womb and one on my ass. While no one would openly discuss my affinity, it certainly drew eyes when I went to my second job. My nighttime job. The job I was actually passionate about.

See, being a bikini barista was fine. it made great money, I got tons of tips, and the leering eyes and pervs were nothing. I knew I had a great body, and plenty of guys asked for my number, dates, etc. But, the truth is, I could never be satisfied with most of those guys. But it was all never enough. One day, down on my luck after using my savings on tuition, I picked up a nighttime job at ‘Ebony and Ivory,’ a seedy gentleman’s club where I’d be paid hourly with generous tips. It was a raceplay-interracial oriented club, where the patrons were all predominately black, and the servers all white. The excuse I only did it for money didn’t last long.

I loved serving these men. I felt… like I belonged there. To everyone else, I’m mean, one-dimensional, empty. I could give them a life they can only dream about. But to these men? I was nothing more than a submissive slut. I like to serve black men.

The moment my shift was over at my day job, I clocked out, changed into my sultry work attire, knowing full well I’d be undressed again within the hour.

I live to serve black men.

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Hey hey! As you could tell if you read the prompt, this is a raceplay based prompt! To be exact, white female/black male(s). Basically, I’ll be looking for a partner who can either play one guy, or a multitude of guys, who can help play this general scheme out! Whether it just be one scene, or a variety of scenes in a longterm fashion, I don’t care. Though, I’d prefer for longer form stories, as I think we can portray a lot!

What I’d prefer is a decently detailed roleplay that’s almost slice-of-life in nature. Going to bed with bbc, waking up with bbc, going to work with bbc, etc. Whether this prompt revolves around being a bikini barista or server at the seedy club is totally up to you! Maybe a majority of it takes place on her college campus, or in a degrading parking lot. The gentlemen’s club is an idea and setting id be more keen on using, however.

We could just take it off where I ended in my prompt, and do a normal night at the gentleman’s club, or we could possibly start from her beginnings with the night job and slowly edge our way into an addiction. Perhaps we drum up a ‘fall from grace’ scenario, where all that happens is that she constantly finds herself down on her luck, clinging to dark-skinned men throughout it all. Maybe all of the events of her wild nights are posted on her OnlyFans or Twitter?

I’m honestly open for anything you throw at me, besides bathroom stuff, death, hyper, and feet. My kinks include abuse, degradation, recording, exhibition, bbc, heavy raceplay, interracial, size difference, outfits, cumplay, sloppy oral, breeding, tattoos, etc!

So, feel free to peruse my previous prompts to get some more idea of me! And, if you ask nicely, I’ll send you the inspiration for this prompt in DMs!

Can’t wait to see those envelopes <3