The text from your husband reminded you that it's getting late, and that the kids were hungry. You were pissed, but decided to leave the club while all the other girls stayed.
But who's that getting into his car next to yours? You don't know him, but you like it when he winks at you and says, "Hey, baby." You give him a half-smile, and that's all a nigger needs.
"You can't leave before you have some of this," he says. You hesitate, look around to see that you're alone with him, and drop right to your knees. You don't know what's gotten into you, because you've never done this before. But damn, he's a fine-looking nigger, and you don't even mind when he keeps repeating, "Suck it, bitch."
