– A Hop Skip and a Jump –

Jane and Ellen sat together on the plane, neither of them really speaking, as this trip was not for personal enjoyment, and they had gotten most of the banal chit chat out of the way at the airport. They had both been invited to attend a kind of company pitch targeting “women in gaming”. Of course it was likely some perverts excuse for them to parade around in bikinis, but they were being offered a substantial amount of money just to show up, whether they accepted the offer or not, and so they went. Who could say no? Ellen sat, somewhat blissfully none the wiser, whereas Jane had done a bit of research into their would be employer, and her mind was racing nearly non stop at the prospects ahead. Suddenly, Jane felt a small bump to her ribs, shaking her back to reality, as Ellen looked over at her smiling.

“Jet lag got yer brain, eh? We’re here.”

Jane laughed, courteously and replied “So we are. Shall we?” and stood up.

The two stood up and grabbed their things, walking casually down the wide aisles afforded to them by their first class accommodations. Ellen was really just excited to be travelling again, the idea of a free luxury hotel room, spa, and perhaps an all you can eat buffet making her almost giddy with excitement, the fat pay day on top of that was an extra large cherry on top. They both made decent money at Outside Xbox, and the notoriety brought in external revenue streams as well, but the money on the table today meant she may never have to work anywhere again, if she so chose. Alternately, Jane’s mind continued racing through all the video’s she had seen, the seemingly explosive growth of the website and it’s marketing brand, and why a businessman such as this would even need representation from them. They clearly had no trouble making money or making waves… ConversionKings.com had become a force of nature on the internet, it didn’t need Jane Douglas and Ellen Rose to help that.

– A Week Prior, and a Weak Intro –

Jane Douglas and Ellen Rose of Outside Xbox fame were well renowned, and well loved by their fans. Jane being a half Chinese, half English, woman the former of which was most noticeable in her brown almond shaped eyes. She had long black hair, and a fair but noticeably Asian complexion. Her body was slender, but shapely in all the right places, and she took great efforts to keep her skin, and nails looking good. She was a model of sorts, which meant waxing, lotioning, manicures and pedicures on the regular. It paid off in spades though, as her career was broadening not just to internet fame, but on screen roles elsewhere.

Ellen on the other hand was what more people would call “cute”, as she was shorter, much more fair skinned, and had the kind of rounded face and big eyes that people found adorable. She also had an infectious smile, that when combined with the gleam of her hazel eyes and button nose, made her unstoppable force of adorableness. Even still, she had smaller but perky breasts, and shapely posterior that gave other girls a run for their money. She was less ambitious than her co-star, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t looking to expand her brand, she was just happy being in the particular lime light she was in.

The two of them had just finished a live show of OxVenture, and had retreated to the dressing room to remove their colorful outfits and make up when Jane received an email notification on her phone, (Ellen had too, but was less likely to check them). This was a fairly private user account, given her status, so she was surprised that anyone really knew it.

From: OnyxMasters

Subject: A company proposition for you.

RE: Dear Ms. Douglas, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my name is Onyx Masters, I am the owner and chief content creator for the website listed in the address. While our market is strong, I’ve been considering expanding our brand into wider markets, England in particular, and would love to have someone of your particular status and stature on board with our campaign efforts. I’ve extended this offer to your associate Ms. Rose as well. I’m sure there are a lot of questions you may have about my intentions, as well as what would be asked of you, but I’d much rather discuss that in person. I’d be more than eager to fly you and Ms. Rose out first class for an all expenses paid hotel and spa weekend where we can hash out the details. I know you’re a busy woman, so I’ll make the offer worth your while with a $1.5 million dollar payout to you just for coming to hear me out. The final sum is negotiable should you decide to work with me. I look forward to hearing from you both.

Jane couldn’t believe her eyes, a payout that large for just listening AND a free spa weekend? Whatever this guy was selling had to be gigantic, people didn’t just throw around that kind of money. She gently removed her fake horns and set them back on the mannequin head, her eyes still glued to her phone.

“Everythin’ alright, Jane?” Ellen asked as she removed her elf ears.

“What? Oh, yeah… hey, did you just get an email from a guy named Onyx Masters?”

“Mmm, dunno, haven’t checked my cellie. Why, is something wrong?” she asked, now wiping her cheeks with a damp cloth.

“He’s just offered $1.5 MILLION dollars EACH for us to come consider a business proposal.”

Ellen’s mouth and eyes popped wide open.

“No shite, ya’serious?” she balked.

“Apparently so.” Jane said, rereading the text, “And he’s offering a first class flight and a stay at a spa and hotel while we do it. It’s in the states, though.”

“It could be on the flippin’ moon, I’m in.” Ellen said, pulling her phone out to confirm it herself.

Jane was excited too, but she was cautious. Offers that sound too good to be true, usually are. When she got back to her modest flat that night, she sat down and cracked open her laptop. Andy was off sorting out dinner, so she’d have a few minutes to privately look into the matter. The first and obvious one off, was to just go to the website. Jane, not being a member, assured the internet safeguard that she was indeed 18 or older, and clicked “submit”. Her hands reflexively went to her mouth as the screen was suddenly splayed with dozens of pictures of light skinned girls of a multitude of age groups sucking the largest cock she had ever seen in her life. Not comically large, but solid and impressively so, the tone of it deep and dark… it was what was known casually as a BBC.

She browsed quickly, just to get the scope of the sight, finding hundreds of videos, thousands of pictures, all of them involving girls very much like her getting fucked by black men. Blowjobs, footjobs, titty fucking, anal, gangbangs, harems, all of it was there in spades. Jane was feeling overwhelmed suddenly, almost like sensory overload, so she quickly exited out the web page and stopped to catch her breath. The man who ran this business wanted to do a girls in gaming feature, with both her and Ellen as potential… potential what? He hadn’t explained in the email. But there was little doubt given what she had just seen. There was a quick knock at the door which startled her enough to jump,

“Hey love, dinners about set. You coming?” Andy said from the hallway.

“Of course, babe. Be right there.” Jane shot back, feeling guilty and nervous.

She would conclude more of her investigation later, but right now, she needed to go have dinner and spend some time with her boyfriend. As she went to stand, she realized she had gotten very wet without realizing it, the ache and sensation now pronounced as she accidentally stimulated that area. Whatever this offer was, she knew then that she needed to hear it for herself, and that Andy couldn’t understand. She also knew she wanted to fuck his brains out either before, after or during dinner, her need so strong, it didn’t matter which. While they did ultimately have sex several times, Jane ended up finishing herself off in the bathroom while she “did more research”.

– Across the Pond –

Jane and Ellen were checked in by a nice young man, who informed her casually that the entire resort was being rented for the weekend by her would be employer, and that they were welcome to anything and everything that they wanted. Ellen of course was literally shaking with happiness, excitedly wondering what she could get herself into, and ordering a sweets basket and a milkshake to her suite. Jane had simmered down a fair deal since her first brush with the content she had seen, but she felt herself eyeing up the black desk clerk and bellhop, wondering if they were somehow part of any of this. But, nothing seemed out of sort, the two girls being escorted to their floor to get settled in. The meeting wasn’t for a couple hours, so Jane and Ellen decided to spend a little time by the pool after they got unpacked, the day being beautifully sunny and warm. Ellen deciding on a cute polka dotted blue two piece, and Jane donning an elegant looking red one.

They weren’t the only ones here, as the two girls passed through the lobby on the way to the pool, they saw the likes of Brittney Brombacher, Jess McDonnell and Andrea Rene either checking in, or being escorted on their way. Jane’s mind was temporarily put a little more at ease seeing more high account women here, as it was less likely something shady was going on the more of them there were in attendance. However, Jane also noticed the staff were not just predominately black men, they were entirely black men, and almost all the guests were white women, if not a mix, like she was. Perhaps it was just part of the sales gimmick, she tried to rationalize, her mind casually drifting back to the videos. She and Ellen got settled, laying out on the deck chairs that surrounded the pool area, deciding to drink in the sun before a dip in the pool. They had only been there for 5 minutes when a shirtless and muscular black pool boy (hardly a boy, he was clearly in his mid 20’s) arrived, and asked if he could get them anything at all.

Ellen had tipped her sunglasses down, drinking in a bit of him before deciding to place a simple order to help wash down her milkshake.

“I’ll have a pineapple spritzer, if that’s alright.” she said, feeling posh.

“I’ll have the same.” Jane added, smiling.

“Of course, right away.” he said, smiling, taking perhaps a moment too long admiring their exposed skin before departing.

“Oi, he was something, eh?” Ellen said, mock fanning herself.

“I’ll say.” Jane added, genuinely admiring him from behind. “But, uh, you know, we’re both committed. Only here to window shop, eh?”

Ellen put out a little pouty face as a joke, wrapping it up with a smile, and turning her face back up to the sun. The two girls sipped their spritzers, the drink cool and refreshing, eventually jumping in the pool, and enjoying the gorgeous weekend away from the boys. As the time passed, they realized they were only two of about a dozen and a half women there, the whole place dedicated to them for the duration. Life in that moment was every bit of wonderful.

– A Time For Work, A Time For Play –

By the time the meeting had started, Jane and Ellen had had their fill of pool, retiring to their rooms for a short nap to shake of the jet lag. They had dressed as appropriately as they felt the place called for, which was just common attire, despite the lavish setting, and were sitting comfortably in the third row of the hotel’s conference room, the other ladies sitting here and there about them. Jane couldn’t help but blush, feeling like she was keeping a dirty secret, as the host and benefactor of their trip took to the main stage. He was dressed much more formally than the rest of them, but still only wearing a suit vest and tie over a collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and Jane could, and was already, picturing the monstrous black cock he was packing under his suit pants.

“Good afternoon, ladies. I trust everyone’s needs are more than met?” Mr. Masters said, smiling to the crowd.

He was met with the murmur of thanks and applause, and a few whistles from some of the more appreciative participants.

“I’m quite glad you could all come, as each of you could prove to be a valuable asset to my future goals of brand association. I’d like to start…” before he could finish, a young woman in the audience stood up and started shouting at him.

“Excuse me, but I think what you do is horrible!” the pale slightly oval faced girl with dirty blonde hair cried out.

He chuckled, ushering her up to the stage,

“Please, please, come on up, introduce yourself and tell me why I’m so horrible.”

She hesitated for a moment, perhaps expecting more push-back, or at least shock, but hustled her way up, moving toward the microphone.

“My name is Amy Rapeer, and everyone here should be ashamed for considering supporting this man. He is a pornographer, and an exploiter of women, he is everything wrong with the modern online age.” she shouted, somewhat breathily.

“I see.” he said, his smile still there, “So, you take issue with women being paid to do honest sex work or is it the fact that they sleep with black men?”

“No, its not… don’t try and paint me as a racist.” she huffed.

“Then don’t sound like one.” he said, laughing again.

“This is exactly what I’m talking about, he’s trying to humiliate me, make me out to be the problem instead of taking responsibility for himself.” she cried out, her face turning soft shades of red.

“So, it’s safe to say then that you don’t want the money for attending tonight? It would, after all, come from what you consider the exploitation of women.” he said, turning to the crowd, “Or perhaps you don’t mind the spa vacation they paid for with their labors?”

She stood and stared angrily, unsure of how to approach this without coming off bad. Instead returning to her seat in a pronounced huff, folding her arms angrily.

Ellen turned to Jane, nudging her slightly and asked,

“So he’s a pornographer, eh?” Jane nodded silently. “Looks fit for it.” Ellen finished.

Mr. Masters continued, with the disruption no longer holding him up.

“My apologies, where was I? Ah, yes… so, I’m sure most of you here know exactly who I am and what I do, and if you didn’t, you do now.” he said, laughing and gesturing toward Ms. Rapeer. “I invited you here because you are the voices of your business, the faces of your brands, the influencers of future generations. You were all promised a fair sum for your time, and I’m promising you far more than that, if you agree to participate.”

“Participate in what?” a young bespectacled latina girl asked from the audience.

“Thank you Ms… Miranda Sanchez, please, a small round of applause for her enthusiasm at wrapping up this spiel.” the crowd laughed a bit, giving her some light claps. ” Let’s just cut to it… I would like each of you here, to agree to star in a video segment for my website, wherein you will be fucked harder and better than your wildest dreams by any number of black men of your choosing, myself included.”

The room turned into a sea of gasps and chatter, the sounds of shuffling chairs and feet adding to the mix.

“Every one of my staff here has been hired to serve you in any way you desire.” he continued, “I assure you, you will not walk away from this weekend the same women who came here. You will be richer of pocket, more influential, and deeply DEEPLY satisfied.”

Ellen was shooting Jane a stunned look again, her eyes wide with astonishment.

“Gentlemen, if you’d please, show our guests the goods.”

He stepped back, as two dozen black men took the stage, and the area just in front, stripping down to nothing in a matter of moments, their muscled bodies, and exceptionally large black cocks on display for the women to take in and enjoy. Mr. Masters stepped back around front from the podium, stripping as well, showing off his position as apex, his body solid with muscle and his veiny black cock prodigious even amongst his fellows.

“You don’t have to decide tonight, though I suspect some of you already have.” he said, shooting a wink to Andrea Rene. “You’re welcome to enjoy the remainder of the weekend, and I look forward to signing you all up.”

– Decisions, Decisions –

Jane was absolutely on fire right now. Her pussy, hot, wet and aching with need at the buffet of black dick in front of her. She squeezed her thighs together tight trying to clear her mind. Ellen was much the same, her petite white pussy melting right through her jeans, her eyes darting from dick to dick.

“We should… I have to go.” Ellen said, standing abruptly.

“Me too.” followed Jane, trying to escape her overwhelming lust.

As they hurried out, they noticed they weren’t alone, with some others joining them, but much less than they expected. With others walking to the stage, smiles on their faces, breezily chatting and flirting with the multitude of staff. Mrs. Rene, chatting with Mr. Masters as she stroked her slender white fingers up his big nigger cock. Jess McDonnell laughing and flirting with three of the others, her hands down, comparing their lengths. Meanwhile, Brittney Brombacher had been hoisted, giggling over the shoulder of one of the more muscular black men, and was being carried away to undoubtedly be defiled. Even Ms. Sanchez had been sandwiched between two burly black men, her small hands holding their mammoth dicks in shy appreciation.

“We can’t do this.” Jane said, her and Ellen hustling along in the pool courtyard.

“No, you have Andy and I have… damn it.” Ellen cried, her shoulders slumping.

“What’s wrong, Ellen?” Jane said, stopping to face her.

“I just… I dunno. I really want that payout, and I kinda want to… see what all the fuss is about, ya’ know?”

Jane DID know, it was hard to think about anything else. Already hearing the pleasured cries and moans of some of her female associates in the distance. She could also hear what sounded like someone in the throws of an orgasm, but it couldn’t happen that quickly, could it?

“I know, Ellen, I do. Look, why don’t we at least go back to our rooms for the night, think it over, see how we feel in the morning, alright?” Jane said, quite reasonably.

Ellen paused, and then nodded, deciding she would wait it out and see how she felt. She would not have to wait long.

– When Life Gives You Ellen, Make Ellenade –

Ellen paced back and forth in her room, her small bare feet weaving a trail in the plush blue carpet. She had a boyfriend back home, she couldn’t cheat on him, could she? And not just cheat, cheat on camera for the entire world to see. Ellen turned to her bed, her cell phone sitting there waiting for her to make the call; tell her boyfriend what was on the line, or call downstairs and discover a new boyfriend later?

“Fuck. I fuckin’ wish I could…” but suddenly, she had a kind of half answer. Something that would resolve her stress, and test her resolve, or so she reasoned. She took a deep breath, calling downstairs and ordering a masseuse. She bargained, thinking that getting a massage wasn’t cheating, and if she couldn’t control herself, maybe that was an answer in itself. She sat nervously on the bed, biting weakly at her fingernails until she heard the knock on the door. She got up and abruptly walked over, opening the door with a dazzling but fake smile,

“Hey, thanks for coming up, I, uh… please come in.”

He smiled and nodded. He was very dark skinned, a near polar opposite to Ellen’s fair white complexion. He was also quite tall, practically towering over her… at only 5 feet and some change, this guy had to be at least a foot and half taller than her. She could only imagine the damage a dick like his would do to her petite little pussy. She shook her head, trying to chase off the wondered. He set up the table for her, placing his small set of massage oils on a hanging rack, before producing a fluffy white towel for her. He held it out, an eyebrow raising,