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 "We can't tolerate another season like that!"

   "Unacceptable!"

   "It's an embarrassment!"

   "We've got nothing on the inside!"

   "Something just has got to get done!"

   The ten old white men continued to yell at each other across the large
oak table.  The boosters of the Brockton Baccalaureate College football
program were always passionate when discussing their team.  All captains of
business and leaders in their communities, they each felt obligated to
share their solutions for the debacle of the previous season.  A 10-2
season would not stand at good ol' BBC.  The boosters had become accustomed
over the last few years to dominating athletics, even though the school had
been poor athletically when they were students, and they did not want to
revert back to their old ways.  Surrounded by BBC banners and
paraphernalia, they continued bickering until the tall, silver haired man
at the head of the table stood up.

   "Gentlemen, calm down.  I know we've become accustomed to winning these
last few years, and we will be on top soon enough." The silver haired man
spoke confidently, and the other men at the table cheered.

   "Last year wasn't really that bad, particularly considering our best
players were all sophomores." Another man, short and bald, spoke up.  He
was jeered by his fellow boosters.  The silver haired man put up his hand
and they quieted down once again.

   "While that is true, it is still not acceptable.  We want more at
Brockton Baccalaureate College!  We want the best.  Fortunately gentlemen,
I have a plan.  In two days we will have the best high school player in the
country signed up to play for the Black Bulls." The final statement was met
with equal parts celebration and confusion.

   "How?  We haven't put any more money into the program and especially
in..." A thick, mustached man spoke up quickly before being interrupted by
another booster.

   "You can't just make guarantees like that!" The oldest booster, nearly
90 years old, spoke up.  The silver haired man did not seem rattled.

   "Indeed I can, gentlemen.  We will have our prospect in two days, or you
may have my resignation." He spoke assuredly, even as the men clearly
doubted him.

   "What are we going to do?  Buy off another nigger with a new car or
something?" An obese man hollered, his face now red and bulging.

   "We'll just get a suspension for that...  they're watching him like a
damn hawk, looking for any kind of violation." Another man, roughly 60
years old and looking like a long time military man, spoke up.

   The silver haired man spoke again before they could protest and argue
further.

   "I'm sending the head of recruitment." The silver haired man was
satisfied that his case was made, and sat down.

   The room grew quiet as smiles spread across each puffy, wrinkled face at
the table.  The recruitment department at BBC had been highly successful
over the previous two years, frequently securing the kind of players who
would never before have given the school any thought.  The head of
recruitment was the person most responsible for their recent successes, and
they were all aware of this fact.  Only the silver haired man knew the
identity of the head of recruitment, but the boosters all had complete
confidence in the abilities of the mystery person.  Finally content, they
began excitedly planning their celebrations for the next season.

   ***************

   "Yes sir, I'll leave right away!  It's absolutely my pleasure." Ivory
Love-Blackwell responded sweetly.  She smiled brilliantly as she ended her
telephone call.  Ivory had been the head of recruitment at BBC for the past
two years, and she loved everything about her job.  She had been told that
she was to recruit the number one high school football prospect as soon as
possible, and she took her assignment very seriously.  Checking her phone,
Ivory saw that her first class plane ticket was already purchased.  As the
plane was leaving that night, Ivory knew that she had to pack and prepare
quickly.  Even with all the pressure and tight deadlines, I still love
doing whatever I can for BBC, Ivory thought happily as she packed for her
trip.

   Ivory sifted through her bedroom looking for just the right outfits. 
Ivory's room was decorated predominantly in black and white, the official
colours of BBC.  She made sure to include her favourite colour, pink, in
order to add some variety as well.  Adorning the walls were pictures of
Ivory and her recruits, typically smiling and posing together at one of the
many press conferences the school put on.  Ivory's closet was very well
organized, with a long row of blouses hanging over corresponding black
skirts.  Ivory decided that a white blouse and skirt would be most
appropriate for meeting with the prospect, and packed them into her small
suitcase.  After picking out an outfit for the plane, Ivory moved to the
mirror.  Dropping her robe to the floor, Ivory assessed her appearance as
she dressed.  Ivory felt the smoothness of her slender legs as she pulled
her black thong along her body.  Always organized, Ivory kept her lower
body hairless through bi-weekly waxing.  Thongs were a staple of Ivory's
wardrobe, which would have shocked most of those who knew the quiet, sweet
girl well.  The thongs were necessitated by the size of Ivory's ass.  Big,
round and firm, it hung out proudly behind her, causing regular underwear
to create blatant panty lines.  Ivory then slipped on one of her black
pencil skirts, which ended just two inches above her knees.  Ivory turned
around to see how the skirt looked from behind.  Just like all the others,
it clung to her posterior and bulged out from the rest of her thin body. 
Ivory picked up one of her white, frilly brassieres.  Being a slim girl
with natural E cup breasts, Ivory often struggled to find materials which
could support her adequately.  Hooking the brassiere in back, she noticed
that the silky fabric almost blended in perfectly with her soft white skin.
At 24 years old, Ivory still had perfectly unblemished skin and her large
breasts had not yet begun to sag.  A pink blouse completed the look. 
Hugging Ivory's slim waist and clinging even more tightly to her abundant
breasts, she looked completely professional while still showing her ample
curves.  She stepped into her shiny black heels, pushing her height from
5'6 to 5'9.

   Content with her outfit, Ivory decided to put her long blonde hair into
her trademark bun.  The tight blonde bun sat perfectly on top of Ivory's
head, not a strand of hair out of place.  Makeup was not necessary for
Ivory, as her flawless skin, soft pink lips and long eyelashes were the
envy of all women she crossed paths with.  Ivory then picked up her
glasses, rectangular lenses with rounded edges and pitch black frames, and
placed them on the end of her thin, pointed nose.  Although she had decent
vision, Ivory insisted on wearing them.  They had the effect of slightly
magnifying her already large blue eyes, and she appreciated the studious
effect they had on her appearance.  Ivory smiled approvingly at herself
before walking away from the mirror.  Her packing and prepping finalized,
Ivory exited her bedroom and headed for the airport.

   Ivory felt her excitement grow as she approached the airport.  She loved
recruitment season more than any other portion of her work year.  Even
after all these recruitment trips I still get butterflies in my stomach,
Ivory marveled to herself.  The pressure to get the best recruits in the
country was immense, but Ivory was always confident in her abilities.  Her
past successes only further bolstered her confidence.

   Ivory was happy to board the plane and really begin her recruitment
trip. As she stretched to place her carryon above her, Ivory noticed a man
checking her out.  This was not an uncommon occurrence, as many men found
their eyes wandering to Ivory's round ass when she did any sort of bending.
Unfazed by the attention, Ivory took her seat after having secured her bag
above her.  Now settled, she took out her laptop and began researching the
new recruit.
Name: Demetrius Moorecock
Age: 18
Hometown: New Shafton
Position: Middle Linebacker

   Recruit Rating: *****
Height: 6'2
Weight: 230

   Games Played: 12
Tackles: 125
Sacks: 15
Interceptions: 5
Suitably impressed with the stats, Ivory began watching video highlights
of Demetrius.  Highlight after highlight showed him crushing all players
who dared attempt to cross him on the field.  He's big, strong and fast,
Ivory thought to herself.  A perfect BBC recruit!  As she watched more
videos, Ivory noticed the man who had checked her out move to a seat next
to her own.  After several seconds of staring, he finally spoke up to draw

her attention.

   "So, looks like it's just the two of us up here in first class." The man
said with a smirk.

   "It does." Ivory responded quickly, not wanting to be distracted from
her work.

   "Not a lot of people heading south in the middle of the night I guess."
He continued, hopeful for a longer response.

   "Mmmhmmm." Ivory responded, her widened eyes still fixed on the screen.

   "Charlton Vanderbilt, by the way.  Heading down south for a little R&R."
The man confidently extended his hand.

   Jeeze he can't take a hint, Ivory though t herself.  She begrudgingly
tore her eyes away from the screen as Demetrius annihilated yet another
white quarterback.  Charlton Vanderbilt was likely in his mid 30s, and to
most women would have appeared quite handsome.  He had a full tan, uncommon
for most people from the north like Ivory, and carefully manicured hair. 
He wore a well tailored suit, and Ivory could see an extremely expensive
watch poking out from under one sleeve.  As far as Ivory was concerned, he
did not compare favourably to what had been on her computer screen moments
before.

   "Ivory Love-Blackwell.  I'm heading south for business purposes, thank
you very much." Ivory smiled widely as she extended her hand.  Her toothy
smile had melted countless men over the years, and Charlton Vanderbilt
would prove to be no exception.  He feebly grabbed her hand and gave it a
light shake.

   "Well it's nice to meet you Ms.  Love-Blackwell.  It is Ms.  Love
Blackwell?" Charlton was somewhat daunted by Ivory's beauty, but years as a
rich playboy had left him brimming with confidence.

   "Yes it is.  I'm not married Mr.  Vanderbilt.  My main passion is my
job. You could say that I'm married to my work in fact." Ivory continued as
her eyes wandered back to the screen.

   "It's so refreshing to see such a beautiful woman who is also driven. 
What exactly do you do, Ivory?" He asked.

   "I am head of recruitment for Brockton Baccalaureate College.  I am
actually on a recruitment trip at the moment, and attempting to do some
last minute research." Ivory was hopeful that she would be left alone, but
past experiences indicated that Charlton would persist further.

   "That's great.  Brockton Baccalaureate College?  Those guys have really
become something over the last few years.  You must be really good at your
job." Charlton hoped to impress the gorgeous woman next to him by
complimenting her on something other than her beauty.

   "Mmmhmmm." Ivory responded, paying far more attention to the screen than
the man next to her.

   "I never went to university myself.  I just threw myself into the real
world right away.  Now I'm junior vice-president at Vanderbilt Industries.
You may have heard of us." Charlton shot his biggest smile as he spoke, but
Ivory did not look up.

   "I'm glad you are having success in your daddy's company." She
responded. The shot surprised Charlton, but he knew that he had to
continue.

   "Ahh...  thanks.  I'm heading south now to check on my new yacht.  Shame
we have to stop for the connecting flight in near that hick town though.  I
really can't wait to see the my new yacht.  I'm told it's one of the
biggest in the world.  I think I'll call it Leviathan." Charlton paused for
a moment to let his news sink in.  He saw a smile spread across Ivory's
face before she broke out into a giggle.

   "Impressed?  Maybe we can exchange information, and I'll have my people
get in touch with you.  You can come down see the boat, maybe I can send a
little money to Brockton Baccalaureate College or something." Charlton
winked as he finished speaking.

   Ivory finally looked up again from her computer screen.  After closing
the laptop, she grabbed Charlton's hand with her own and began softly
rubbing it.  Her tremendous beauty and soft hands had the desired effect,
as moments later she could see the front of his pants rise just slightly
from the erection she had given him.  She fixed Charlton with a strong gaze
from her gorgeous blue eyes before finally addressing him.

   "Listen, Mr.  Vanderbilt.  I am not interested.  You are not my type.  I
like men who can impress women on their own.  A real man doesn't need to
buy big things to impress a woman, he has big things of his own.  Clearly,
Mr.  Vanderbilt, you are not much of a man." Ivory motioned to the small
bulge in Charlton's pants before smiling sweetly at him once again and
going back to her work.

   Feeling completely shocked and humiliated, Charlton Vanderbilt stumbled
back to his original seat.  When will they learn, Ivory Love-Blackwell
wondered to herself as she resumed watching video highlights of Demetrius
Moorecock.  Women are interested in men, not rich little boys.

   Ivory spent the remainder of her flight researching Demetrius.  He had
scholarship offers from all of the main university football powerhouses,
and had visited several campuses.  Demetrius' uncle, who was heavily
involved in his recruitment, had already announced that his nephew would be
making his decision in the next 24 hours.  There would meetings with
university representatives at the Extravaganza Hotel, though due to amateur
athletic regulations, no agent or relatives could be present for the
meetings.  Ivory was pleased with how things were looking.  I just need to
get an invitation to meet with that young man, she thought to herself.  I
love a challenge though...  and I can't wait to show what our school has to
offer.  Ivory smiled for the remainder of the flight.

   The plane landed in the early morning hours, and Ivory was eager to
begin the actual recruitment process.  First off the plane, she was
followed by the slinking Charlton Vanderbilt.  Ivory turned even the most
travel weary heads as she walked through the airport, but she paid her
admirers no attention.  There was business to attend to.

   The university had ordered a car to wait at the airport for their head
recruiter.  Ivory entered the car and was informed by the driver, an old
man named Norman, that he already knew her destination.  Ivory settled in
to the back seat and began thinking of her pitch.  Demetrius' uncle,
Clarence Moorecock, had taken care of his nephew for the past ten years. 
They lived together during that time and Clarence had trained his nephew
exclusively for football excellence.  Clarence was deeply involved in
Demetrius' recruitment, to the point that all recruitment officials had to
go through him.  This had delayed the recruitment process substantially,
meaning that unlike most recruits Demetrius was waiting almost until the
end of the academic year before declaring his intentions.  The schools that
met with Demetrius personally that day all had to go through Clarence.  Not
a problem, Ivory pleasantly thought to herself.  I'll show him how well we
take care of our athletes.

   After 40 minutes of driving, Ivory felt her excitement building.  They
had just entered a low rent residential area, and she knew that she was
near the Moorecock home.  The houses in the area were all quite modest, all
one story and squeezed onto tiny lots.  Several were boarded up, and many
more looked as though they should be.  The grass in the front yards tended
to be quite long, which matched the long grass springing out from the
various cracks in the roads and driveways.  Sketchy looking black youths
stood on the corners, menacing those who walked by.  Such wasted potential,
Ivory thought wistfully as she stared out the window.  She smiled as she
saw little black children playing in the yards and on the street.  Possibly
some future BBC students, Ivory thought to herself optimistically.  Just as
she watched one of the black youths slap the ass of a pregnant white teen
who walked by, she felt the car make a sharp turn into a driveway. 
Finally, she thought.  Time to begin the process.

   The Moorecock home was similar to all of the other houses in the area.
It was painted white, although a layer of dirt had built up on various
parts of the exterior and in several places the paint had peeled.  A broken
washing machine and bicycle sat on the browned grass in front of the home.
The name Moorecock was spelled out in black tiles above the mailbox,
although the second `o' had fallen off, and below that a mis-matched 6 and
9, one black and the other white, indicated the house numbed.  Ivory
stepped out of the car and took a deep breath, the smell of the ghetto
filling her with anticipation.  The Moorecock home was a long way from
where Ivory had grown up, in a gated community in the north, but she had
become very comfortable in ghettos over the past two years.

   Ivory turned her head and looked to the young black men standing on the
corner.  They were all looking at Ivory quietly, attempting to figure out
what a woman like her would be doing in their neighbourhood.  She looked at
them and smiled as her purse fell from her hands.  The contents of the
purse scattered in a small perimeter around it.  Barely bending her knees,
Ivory slowly bent over to pick up her fallen items and place them back in
her purse.  The hooting and hollering began as Ivory carefully began
placing items back in her purse.

   "FUCK LOOK AT DAT WHOOTY!!" A voice yelled in Ivory's direction,
followed by various yells and whistles.  Ivory smiled to herself as her
cheeks blushed.  She was certain that the young men had never seen
something quite like her sexy, round ass crammed into a tight skirt and
stuck out as she bent over.  Especially not on a white woman.  After
collecting all of her items, Ivory took at extra moment to make sure that
she had picked everything up.  Finally satisfied, she stood up and began
walking toward the door to the house, her hips swaying as with each step.
Ivory looked at the driver, who at the time sported a mildly scared look on
his face due to the hollering blacks on the corner.  She paused to give him
further instructions.

   "Thank you for the drive.  Please wait here while I conduct business
with Mr.  Moorecock.  I don't believe it will take very long." Ivory spoke
warmly to the old white man.

   Ivory approached the door and knocked.  I just love the interaction
aspect of my job, Ivory said to herself.  I just hope Mr.  Moorecock is
open to allowing me to meet with his nephew.  A smile spread across Ivory's
beautiful face.  If he isn't open to that idea...  I do love a good
challenge.

   Clarence Moorecock wore a surprised look on his rough face as he opened
the door.  Wearing his boxers, slippers and a stained white undershirt,
there was no doubt that Clarence was not expecting visitors.  Still, he
could make time for the gorgeous woman gracing his doorway.  Clarence took
a moment to look up and down the visitor, who somehow managed to look
completely prim and proper while still almost bursting her seams with soft
curves.  Probably some bimbo reporter looking to interview Demetrius, he
thought to himself amusedly.  I'll give her the big scoop if she really
wants it.

   "Hello Mr.  Moorecock, I am Ivory Love-Blackwell.  I'm here as the
official head of recruitment for Brockton Baccalaureate College.  We're
very interested in Demetrius, and if it's ok I would just love to come in
and have a little chat." Ivory smiled brilliantly at the 55 year old black
man and extended her hand.  Ivory noted that Clarence looked older than his
age, as what little hair remained on his head had already gone completely
grey, as had the whiskers covering his face and neck.  Ivory saw the dark
black hand completely engulf her own as they shook hands.  Clarence was a
big man, towering over Ivory at 6'4.  It was clear that he had once been
quite powerfully built, but now lacked any kind of muscle definition and
sported a large beer gut.  I see where his nephew gets his size, Ivory
thought to herself.  I will need to see more though.

   "Yeah, well I'm Clarence and I'm afraid you're a bit late.  Demetrius is
having his final meeting with the schools today down at the Extravaganza
Hotel.  The BIG schools." Clarence spoke firmly as he shook Ivory's
delicate hand.  Every big football school had come calling for Demetrius,
and this was the day that he would decide on his future for the next few
years.  Both Clarence and his nephew had dreamed of this day, and they were
not going to mess it up.  Demetrius would go to whatever school offered the
best opportunity to get to the professional league.  Clarence was confident
that no recruiter, even one as breathtakingly beautiful as Ivory
Love-Blackwell, was going to mess up the plan.

   "This is definitely an exciting day!  I'm still hoping that we can
discuss Demetrius inside though.  Is that acceptable?" Ivory sweetly asked
as she raised her eyebrows and batted her eyelashes.  Clarence turned to
the side and Ivory slid past him and into the house, her round ass brushing
against his crotch as she did so.  She continued down the hall, her behind
swaying as her heels clicked across the grubby hallway.

   Damn she's fine, Clarence thought to himself as he watched Ivory walking
away, her ample onion booty swaying from side to side with each step. 
Clarence shook his head and tried to get his cock to go back down, having
been turned on by having Ivory rub across it, before he started following
her toward the kitchen.  He could not remember the last time a white woman
had been in his home, before finally deciding that it had never happened.
For black men from the south belonging to Clarence's generation,
interaction with a white woman was always very limited.  He had noticed
over the previous few years that white girls had started hanging out with
the gang bangers in his neighbourhood, and it left him with more than a
tinge of jealousy.  In my day the white bitches wouldn't even look at a
black man if he was a star athlete, Clarence thought bitterly.  Now they
hang on these worthless gutter rats, always acting like they're gangsters
or something.  Clarence was filled with resentment as he entered the
kitchen.

   "Shall we have some tea, Mr.  Moorecock?" Ivory asked as he entered the
kitchen.

   "I already started a pot of coffee.  I think I got some tea bags in one
of the cupboards though if you really want it badly." Clarence responded
distractedly.  Did she undo a button, Clarence wondered as he looked at
Ivory's chest which now showcased more than a hint of her cleavage.

   "Oh I do want it badly." Ivory responded, punctuating her statement with
a grin.  She began rooting through the dusty cupboards for tea bags as
Clarence sat at the small kitchen table.  Ivory did what she could to
ensure that he enjoyed the view.

   "So Mr.  Moorecock, are you familiar with the success that BBC has
enjoyed on the gridiron over the last few years?" Ivory asked as she
continued her search.

   "I saw them string together a few wins...  no history though..."
Clarence was distracted as he spoke.  She's got to be sticking that ass
out, he thought to himself as he watched Ivory.  Clarence could not
remember a bigger bubble butt, and the curve in Ivory's back as she reached
into the cupboard only made it pop out even more.

   "We are trending upward, Mr.  Moorecock.  This season we should be in
the thick of the title race.  Really, would you rather Demetrius go
somewhere with an established history, or somewhere that he can make
history?" Ivory asked as she finally found some teabags and moved toward
the table while waiting for the water to boil.

   "I just want him to go somewhere that gives him the best shot at going
pro.  That's what we've worked for all these years." Clarence responded as
Ivory sat down across from him, back perfectly straight and legs crossed.

   "Oh I understand that completely.  I believe that Demetrius can achieve
huge success at our school though, and of course I do not want your hard
work to be wasted.  You and your nephew must be extremely close." Ivory
made sure to maintain eye contact and smile as she spoke.  Clarence was
having trouble maintaining eye contact, as his kept wandering down Ivory's
neckline.

   "...What...um..  yeah we are.  Lived together since he was 7, trained
him myself.  I've had more impact on that boy than any coach he's ever had!
Came here all small and weak, barely ate a thing.  Now he's strong as an
ox!" Clarence spoke with pride as he discussed his nephew.  Clarence and
Demetrius both viewed his successes on the football field as a victory for
both of them.

   "He certainly is big and strong now, just like his uncle.  Demetrius
definitely takes after your side of the family, Mr.  Moorecock.  Big,
strong and handsome." Ivory watched Clarence as she spoke, and her words
were definitely having an effect on him.  His disposition toward her became
increasingly positive the longer she was around, and he now wore a goofy
looking grin on his face.  Ivory noticed the bulging in Clarence's boxers,
and knew that she was on the right track.

   "Thank you Ms.  Love-Blackwell..." Clarence could hardly believe what he
was hearing.  He had never been complimented by a white woman before.  It
is true though, he thought to himself.  There was no doubt that Clarence
and Demetrius looked alike, and Demetrius had no trouble attracting girls
from school, including white girls.  If only I was born 35 years later,
Clarence thought with devilish delight.  I might have even gotten someone
like this fine piece across the table.

   "Please call me Ivory.  I can call you Clarence, right?" Ivory asked
sweetly, biting her lip with faux nervousness as she spoke.

   "Yes you can...  Ivory." Clarence responded, feeling his bulge grow
larger as he looked at Ivory's beautiful, innocent face.  I can't let all 8
and a half inches get hard or I'll put a hole in my boxers, Clarence
reminded himself.

   "Well Clarence, I need to know what I can do to get you to put BBC on
the list of schools meeting with Demetrius today." Ivory placed both elbows
on the table and leaned forward as she spoke, and Clarence's eyes responded
by checking out the inches of cleavage in front of him.  Before he could
respond, a whistle signaled that the water was boiling.  Ivory got up from
the dingy table and walked to the stove.

   "You want some Clarence?" Ivory asked as she finished making her tea.

   Fuckin right I do, Clarence thought as he once again leered at Ivory's
ass.  He did not respond out loud, and Ivory returned to the table,
twirling a spoon in her tea as she sat down.

   "Are you going to join me?" Ivory asked as she motioned to the cup of
coffee that Clarence had neglected since she came to the door.

   "Oh yeah I will." Clarence responded, having completely forgotten about
his own cup.  Ivory smiled warmly at him as she continued stirring her tea.

   "Sorry that I don't have any other kinds of tea.  I bet you're used to
some fancy stuff like green tea." Clarence continued.

   "No, this is great actually.  I only take it black!" Ivory responded,
giving Clarence a little wink before continuing.

   "Now Clarence, what can I do to get on that list?" Ivory asked before
bringing her spoon to her mouth.  She began sucking the spoon into her
mouth slowly, allowing it to slide in and out of her pink lips.  She
watched as Clarence just stared at the spoon.  I'll do anything, Ivory
thought to herself.  She tried to convey that same message with her eyes.

   "It's really late...  the other schools would be pretty pissed about
it..." Clarence spoke meekly.  I can't fuck this up for Demetrius, Clarence
told himself.  No amount of flirting can change things, even if she is sexy
as fuck.  In order to distract himself, Clarence picked up his mug of
coffee and took a drink.  The cold coffee that touched his lips caused him
to grimace.

   "Oh look your coffee's gotten cold and it's my fault!  Let me get you
another cup." Ivory reached across the table and began to stand up.  She
grabbed Clarence's cup, but as just after she did it began to spill.  The
cold coffee spilled onto the table, and down onto the front of Clarence's
boxers.  Seemingly prepared for such an event, Ivory quickly pulled out a
cloth from her purse.

   "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry Clarence!  Let me clean that up for you." Ivory
wore a shocked expression on her face as she spoke, which was somewhat
obscured by her free hand which had flown up to her face to cover her
mouth. She quickly moved toward her purse and pulled out a white cloth with
one hand, and her cell phone with the other.  She placed the cell phone
facing Clarence on the table.

   Clarence began to protest that it was not necessary, but Ivory was
quickly on her knees crawling toward the old black man.  Clarence found
himself turning in his chair so that he faced away from the table, thus
giving Ivory room to clean his boxers.

   "I'm such a klutz!  I'll take care of this though." Ivory said as she
knelt between Clarence's spread legs.  With one hand Ivory began dabbing
the cloth at the end of Clarence's boxers just around the middle of his
thigh.  She placed her other hand on his other leg, seemingly for balance.
I see something else that just might need to be taken care of, Ivory
thought to herself gleefully as she looked at the bulging crotch in front
of her.

   "You don't have to do this." Clarence said as Ivory went to work.  As
much as he enjoyed the thought of Ivory between his legs, he knew what
would happen if she stayed down there for any amount of time.  He was
already embarrassed by the partial erection he was sporting, and he knew
that if Ivory started dabbing any higher he would become rock hard.

   "I want to do it though, silly.  At BBC we pride on taking care of the
student body, especially our athletes." Ivory looked up at Clarence over
her glasses as she spoke, but he was looking only at her hands.

   "We also take care of the families of our athletes.  That's a HUGE part
of my job actually." Ivory said with a smile.  She began dabbing the crotch
of Clarence's boxers and marveled as his cock grew inches in just a few
moments.  Now barely an inch from her face, Ivory could see that Clarence's
massive cock was partially bent as his boxers obstructed it.  Big, thick,
and still growing, Ivory thought happily to herself.  Looks like I'll have
a lot to work with.

   Clarence could hardly believe his eyes.  The sexiest woman he had ever
seen, a white woman no less, was gently massaging his black, 55 year old
cock with only a thin layer of fabric between them.  His excitement quickly
gave way to pain as his cock strained against his boxers.  He looked into
Ivory's amazing blue eyes, and they looked back at him excitedly.  She
smiled broadly and licked her lips.  Clarence saw her soft hands move to
the waist of his boxers, her white skin contrasting against the black skin
of his stomach that poked out below his undershirt.

   "You're in pain!  I'll have to fix that." Ivory said as she tugged on
Clarence's boxers.  His long, thick cock sprang eagerly from its former
prison, almost hitting Ivory's glasses.  Clarence's cock was a very dark
shade of black, and contrasted strongly with the tangle of grey public hair
behind it.  Ivory wrapped both hands around the big black cock directly in
front of her face, and was pleased to see that she couldn't even wrap each
hand around it completely.  She began lightly jerking Clarence's cock back
and forth, causing his huge, low hanging balls to spring up and down in
unison with her motion.

   "What needs to happen to get me on that list?" Ivory asked, licking her
lips as she stared only at the black cock bulging before her.

   Unable to answer immediately, Clarence could scarcely believe the
situation he was in.  He had never married, and had not even been with a
woman in years.  He had spent the last 11 years focused on his nephew and
his football career, with little time for women.  Consequently his balls
hung incredibly low, filled with load after load of unused semen.  Those
same big black balls began to tighten as Clarence watched Ivory go to work.
The beautiful young blonde woman focused intensely on Clarence's cock, her
big blue eyes staring hungrily at the huge black rod in front of her.  Her
pretty pink lips were parted as a half smile betrayed her level of
excitement, Ivory's perfectly straight, white teeth gently bit down on her
tongue.  Clarence looked down at the small, soft white hands that were
stroking him so masterfully.  Ivory was rhythmically milking the old black
cock, with one hand pulling and twisting on the shaft and the other doing
the same thing just under the bulbous head.  As tremendous as this act
felt, Clarence knew that he wanted more.  If she wants on that list she has
to earn it, Clarence finally told himself.  He brought his hand up to
Ivory's tight blonde bun and grabbed it.  Immediately she released
Clarence's cock and placed both hands on his inner thighs.  Ivory opened
her mouth wide, and allowed the corners of her mouth to crinkle just
slightly.  Clarence finally pulled her eager mouth toward his cock, and
Ivory quickly devoured all of the black monster cock.

   Clarence waited for Ivory to start gagging, but the noise never came. 
Instead he heard a purr of delight that caused his dick to tingle with
vibrations.  Clarence felt Ivory's nose and glasses pressing through his
ample grey pubic hair and into the bottom of his bulging stomach, and could
barely hide his amazement.  He never imagined a woman, better yet one who
appeared as prim and proper as Ivory Love-Blackwell, could devour a thick
8.5 inch cock with such ease.  Clarence ceased thinking altogether as he
felt Ivory press her expert tongue past the black cock meat in her mouth
and throat and into the top of his scrotum, each gentle caress sending a
jolt of pleasure through his body.  Clarence loudly moaned his approval.

   Those big black balls must be so sensitive, Ivory thought as she heard
Clarence vocalize his pleasure.  It should be a crime to leave a beautiful
black sack so full.  Ivory took a deep breath as she continued massaging
Clarence with her tongue.  The musky smell would have turned off many
women, but Ivory found it to be highly exhilarating.  The thought of
finally bringing relief to the old black man, and moving herself
significantly closer to her recruitment target, filled Ivory with delight.
Deciding that it was time to really get to business, Ivory pulled her head
away from Clarence's crotch, making sure to keep her pouty lips tightly
wrapped around his big black cock the whole way.  Ivory began quickly
bobbing her head of Clarence's cock, deep-throating it rapidly.  Ivory
moved her hands to Clarence's balls, bulging with the black seed she so
craved, and began enthusiastically playing with them.  Ivory felt the
wrinkled, hairy balls in her hand and the huge, hot, and hard black cock
pressing against every inch of her mouth and throat and knew that she loved
her job more than anything else in the world.

   "Suck that black dick you prissy white bitch!" Clarence hollered as
Ivory sent wave after wave of pleasure throughout his body.  Clarence had
no ill will against Ivory, but his statement slipped out anyway.  He had
been reminded of all the white girls who had snubbed him in his life, even
when he had been a star athlete decades prior, and this was his revenge. 
Still, there was no question that Ivory was different.  She was far more
beautiful than any of the girls Clarence had chased after in his youth, and
she clearly loved sucking black cock as well.  Little slut sure as hell
knows so to suck too, he thought to himself as Ivory pressed on, sliding
her tongue along the underside of Clarence's cock as she deep-throated him.
He felt his breath shorten as he began experiencing spasms of erotic
delight in his lower body and knew that he would cum soon.  Clarence could
hardly wait to shoot his load into Ivory's pretty white mouth.

   "Ohhh shit...  oh shit...  ohhh shitttt..." Clarence wailed as the
strength of his impending orgasm continued to grow.

   Sorry sweetie but there is still business to be done, Ivory thought to
herself as she pulled her head from the big black cock.  Can't let you cum
just yet.  Ivory moved her head below Clarence's cock, tilting it sideways
so that her mouth was just below his dangling balls.  The kissed the lower
hanging testicle, which she decided looked like a giant black plum, and let
her lips suck it slightly before releasing.  This act caused all of the
breath to leave Clarence's body.

   "I need to meet with Demetrius today.  Call his handler at the hotel and
tell him Demetrius will be meeting with a Brockton Baccalaureate College
representative today.  It's already programmed into the phone- just press
call." Ivory punctuated her instructions by sucking on Clarence's throbbing
nuts.  His objections to her demand were quickly erased.

   Clarence slammed his hand down on the table and fumbled around for the
phone.  Once he found it, he brought it to his face and immediately pressed
call.  The thought of disobeying Ivory's command did not enter his mind.

   Once she saw that he had pressed call, Ivory stopped sucking on
Clarence's salty chocolate balls and began licking them instead.  She hoped
that this would allow him to catch his breath long enough to successfully
complete the call.

   Clarence had to wait seconds for the phone to be answered, but it felt
like hours due to his desperation.  He knew that he needed to cum as soon
as possible, and he needed it more than anything that he could remember.

   "Maury!  Put Brockton Baccalaureate College on the list of schools!  The
list of schools that meet with the boy!  JUST DO IT!" Clarence hung up the
phone after yelling his instructions.  He was immediately rewarded by Ivory
as she moved her mouth back to his cock and began sucking him off once
again.  Her mouth felt so warm and wet that Clarence knew he would not last
any longer.  Ivory took each of his balls in hand and put them between her
thumbs and fingers as she began lightly massaging.  Clarence could take no
more.  He grabbed Ivory's blonde bun with both hands and held her head
against his crotch.  Clarence's cock began wildly spurting his juices down
Ivory's throat, each thick gob of sperm followed closely by another.  With
Ivory's mouth and hands working him like they were, Clarence felt like he
would never stop cumming.

   Drinking black seed is definitely one of the best perks of my job, Ivory
thought happily as she continued guzzling down the old black man's semen.
She could not remember the last man to cum so much for her.  She loved the
feeling of the bulky black cock twitching in her mouth, and also the
accompanying spurt of hot liquid that hit her throat after each twitch. 
Ivory did all she could to massage every last ounce of jizz from Clarence's
balls, and he rewarded her with a belly full of hot black cum.  After
nearly a minute, Ivory removed the black cock from her mouth and watched it
flop in front of her, shrunken but still quite large.  Content that her job
was done for the time being, Ivory stood up in front of Clarence and
reached for her purse.

   "Well Mr.  Moorecock, it's been an absolute pleasure!  You can visit
Demetrius at the BBC campus whenever you like.  Make sure you tell me when
you are visiting, and I'll do everything I can to ensure that you enjoy
your visit." Ivory smiled brightly at Clarence, her face and hair still
completely perfect.  She handed the old black man, who was visibly winded
and still had his boxers around his ankles, her business card before
leaving the kitchen.  Clarence heard the click of Ivory's heels as she
walked down the hallway before opening the door and leaving his home. 
Clarence looked at the small, white card in his hand:

   I.  Love-Blackwell Head of BBC Recruitment

   Exhausted, Clarence tried to collect his thoughts.  As great as he still
felt physically, his guilt was creeping up on him.  It's just a meeting, he
told himself.  Demetrius doesn't have to agree to nothin.  He thought of
his nephew, young and spontaneous and prone to making stupid decisions.  He
then thought of Ivory Love-Blackwell and the offer she would inevitably
make Demetrius, causing his own cock to begin rising slowly once again. 
That boy don't stand a chance, Clarence told himself resignedly.

   Ivory Love-Blackwell was so elated at her recent success that she
skipped down the front steps of the Moorecock home.  The resulting jiggling
once again drew the approving hoots and hollers of the local black youths.
The noise woke up the old, white driver, who had been asleep at the wheel
with his face covered by a newspaper.  He stumbled out of the car as Ivory
slowly sauntered to the door.  The old man opened the door for Ivory, but
she paused before entering.  One hand on the door and the other on her hip,
Ivory turned her head to look at the youths on the corner with her ass just
slightly pushed out.  Their noise stopped as they marveled at what was in
front of them, and Ivory smiled sweetly.  Completely satisfied with her
work, Ivory stepped into the car.

   "Extravaganza Hotel please.  There is still more business at attend to."
Ivory informed the driver as he closed the door.  Business AND pleasure,
she thought with a grin.

   In order to pass the time while being driven to the big hotel in the
city, Ivory began once again looking at images of Demetrius Moorecock.  So
strong and fierce, she thought to herself as her excitement built.  Looking
at the big, black linebacker was making Ivory anxious, and she eventually
forced herself to stop.  Ivory looked tried looking out the window as they
made their way to the hotel, but found that the scenery did not compare to
what was on her tablet.  The taste of Moorecock sperm still in her mouth,
and the image of Clarence's cock still vivid in her mind, Ivory knew that
she needed to see more.  Just one more picture, Ivory told herself as she
hurriedly typed into her tablet.  The first image of Demetrius Moorecock
that came up came from one of the recruit combines.  Fresh from the bench
press, Demetrius stood shirtless in front of the camera, his muscles
bulging and his face completely stoic.  He's going to look so good...  on
the field, Ivory thought to herself with relish.  Still she knew that she
needed something to occupy her time until she arrived at the hotel.

   "Excuse me sir, could you please put up the divider please?  I need some
privacy for a few moments." Ivory said to the driver.  He complied, and the
dark glass slid up between them, separating the front seats from the back.
It wouldn't be right to let someone like that see me get changed, Ivory
thought as she began quickly removing her clothing.  She intended to meet
Demetrius Moorecock in her other outfit, an outfit which had been used on
many previous recruitment trips.  After removing her pink blouse, Ivory
wasted no time in removing her bra.  Ivory sighed softly as her large
breasts sprang free, relieving the tension on her erect nipples.  Ivory
removed her skirt, always difficult due to how tightly she wore them, and
finally removed her thong.  Ivory was not surprised to see that her thong
was soaking wet.

   Finally free from the constriction of her clothing, Ivory noticed one
hand wandering below her waist while the other moved toward her tablet,
where countless pictures of Demetrius waited for her.  Her fingers on her
pubic mound, Ivory could feel her pussy aching to be touched.  As
desperately as she wanted to let herself go and relieve her pent up
excitement, Ivory knew that she needed to wait.  I'll need my energy, she
told herself firmly.  Recruiting Demetrius is going to require energy... 
lots of energy.

   Realizing that she was nearing the city as the traffic outside her
window began to increase, Ivory knew that she needed to get dressed once
again.  This time, she would be in official BBC colours: black and white.
Ivory took her second outfit out of her bag.  Her skirt was once again
black and just as tight, but this time it was several inches shorter. 
Ivory struggled to get the skirt over her ass, but the process was made
slightly easier by the slit in one side that rode up her leg.  The thong
that Ivory had worn before, currently crumpled and soaked on the floor, was
deemed unnecessary.  She then fumbled through her bag, looking for her
necklace.  She eventually produced a thin golden chair with the letters BBC
hanging from it, also in gold.  The chain hung inches just a few inches
above her breasts.  Ivory then grabbed her white blouse.  The bra would
just be a hindrance, she had already decided.  Ivory began squeezing
herself into her blouse, which clung tightly to her slim waist and even
more tightly to her large tits.  The blouse hung on her shoulders and
rounded open downward, exposing the top of Ivory's bulging breasts and the
top of her cleavage.  As she buttoned the blouse Ivory noticed her hard,
pink nipples pushing against the thin white fabric.  They would be clearly
visible to anyone who looked near her chest.  Subtlety is lost on the
young, Ivory noted with a smile.

   Shortly after getting dressed, the car pulled in front of the
Extravaganza Hotel.  A small spattering of media members were already
assembled outside, waiting to report on what school Demetrius Moorecock had
deigned to attend.  Ivory once again thanked the driver and told him to
wait for her before exiting the car.

   Although she was not the reason they had gathered at the hotel, the
media quickly turned their attention to Ivory Love-Blackwell.  She could
hear them murmuring that they did not know a super model was in the city,
and some wondered if she was a famous actress.  Ivory blew past them
quickly, but not before a few eager photographers could snap some pictures,
mainly for their own personal collections.

   Once inside, Ivory walked to the front desk and informed them that she
would be meeting with Demetrius Moorecock.  Clarence had already called
ahead and cleared her, so she was instructed by the awestruck concierge to
take the elevator to the top floor.  Ivory confidently strolled into the
elevator, pressed the button for the top floor and watched the doors close
in front of her.

   When the elevator finally opened, Ivory walked through into a crowded
waiting room full of boisterous men.  Previously very loud, the room
quieted almost instantly as the men all stopped what they were doing to
look at Ivory.  Although most of them had seen her previously during
recruiting expeditions, and even more knew what her presence meant for
their recruitment chances, they still could not stop staring at the only
woman in the room.  Even her most fierce rivals were momentarily stunned
upon Ivory's entrance as she boldly walked past them, all legs and ass and
with a bright white smile.  She quickly found a seat next to Darnell
Jackson, a representative of one of the all black colleges pursuing
Demetrius and also the only black recruiter in the room.

   "Hello Mr.  Jackson!  It's so nice to see you again." Ivory declared as
she sat down in the plush chair, crossing her legs at the ankles as she did
so.  She reached over and softly brushed the hand of the fat, bearded black
man with her own.

   "Nice to see you again Ms...  Ivory.  So you're after Demetrius?" The
black man asked awkwardly.

   "Yes I am.  We really think he would look great in the white and black
of BBC.  I think he'll look particularly good next to Keyshawn.  It was so
sweet of you to let him transfer schools last year!" Ivory smiled widely at
Darnell and pressed down lightly on his hand.

   "I almost got fired over that one." He responded, before allowing his
lips to curve into a slight smile.

   "Well I still hope we can work together in the future!" Ivory responded
as she leaned toward the black man.  Ivory loved collaborating with the
traditionally black schools, which had proven to be fertile recruitment
ground over the past few years for Ivory.  Her superiors had thought she
was crazy when she insisted on a trip that would encompass so many of those
schools, but were delighted when she had secured transfers to BBC in the
double digits.  Ivory much preferred working with Darnell Jackson to any of
the other university representatives in the room.  All white and covered
head to toe in paraphernalia from their respective schools, many had
approached Ivory in the past, all looking to discuss prospects over dinner
or back at their hotel rooms.  All had seen their offers turned down
politely by the gorgeous BBC recruiter, and now they mostly looked at her
with a mix of desire and distain on their faces.  Ivory still knew that if
she sat there long enough, another foolish soul would attempt to hit on
her.

   Maurice Boras was quick to approach Ivory.  Of all the men in the room,
he was the least interested in her sexually.  Maurice worked as an agent,
carefully steering many of the best prospects toward the best schools so
that they could get drafted to play professional sports and actually hire
him.  Seeing Ivory Love- Blackwell walk into the lobby had disgusted him as
all he could think of was the plethora of players she had steered away from
the big schools, and his agent services, and instead toward Brockton
Baccalaureate College.  He was desperate to prevent that from happening
once again.

   "I don't know what arrangement you made with the boy's uncle, but you
can rest assured that it won't work with me or with Demetrius!" Maurice
quickly lit into Ivory as she sat in front of him.  She initially responded
with a smile.

   "Hello to you as well, Mr.  Boras.  My arrangement with Mr.  Moorecock
will stay between us, and I can assure you that I have no desire to make a
similar arrangement with you." Ivory stood up following her statement, her
heels leaving her several inches taller than Maurice Levy.  Ivory decided
that she was completely uninterested in looking down at his bald scalp, and
she walked toward the suite door.  Maurice followed.

   "Don't think you're going to keep getting away with this!  I don't know
if you're giving them money, cars or anything else, but I'll catch you
eventually.  When I do, I'll make sure you're fired and your school never
plays a single game again!" Maurice continued heatedly as Ivory continued
walking to the door.

   "Students come to BBC because of how well they're treated, not because
of things like money.  I hope you actually do find that out someday, Mr. 
Boras.  Now, if you'll excuse me." Ivory turned away from Maurice, his face
beat red and covered in sweat, and toward the man watching the door.

   "Excuse me sir, but do you mind if I meet with Demetrius next?  What
order we go in doesn't really matter, does it?  We'll all get to see
Demetrius at some point - no need to follow a silly little list." Ivory
gave her sweetest look at the doorman, who melted instantly.  Just as he
agreed to let her in next, a recruiter from one of the biggest schools in
the nation left the hotel room.  He looked supremely confident Ivory noted,
as he was clearly unaware of what was to follow.

   Ivory thanked the doorman as she began walking past him, Maurice Levy
hollering behind her.  She was grateful to get in the hotel suite early,
both to get away from Maurice and so that she could begin her recruitment
as early as possible.  Ivory could feel her pulse racing as she walked
through the door.  She cherished the moments before she began truly hunting
her prey.  She heard a voice call after her that she had one hour at her
disposal.  More than enough time, she thought confidently.

   Ivory walked into the hotel suite, almost giddy with excitement.  The
room was ornately decorated, with white shag carpet, immaculate white walls
and predominantly red decoration.  Ivory could see a large window at the
end of the sweet between the red drapes, the skyline of the city clearly
visible just beyond.  A few exotic plants were found in the room, along
with a number of tall and stylish lamps.  Ivory quickly scanned the
periphery of the room, making mental note of the soft white couch in one
corner and the mahogany framed king size bed in the other.  Oh goody that
looks like silk, Ivory thought to herself as she looked at the sheets on
the bed.  Content with the accommodations, Ivory looked toward the centre
of the suite.

   Sitting in a massive red chair, carelessly typing into his phone, was
Demetrius Moorecock.  Oh my goodness he's even more impressive than in the
pictures, Ivory admitted to herself.  Demetrius managed to almost
completely fill the space on the large chair, and Ivory suspected that his
listed weight of 230 pounds may have been underselling him.  He wore a pair
of green and black striped athletic shorts and had one leg hung over the
arm of his chair, giving Ivory a solid view of his strong legs.  Demetrius
wore a large grey t-shirt, which was baggy at the bottom but tight on his
massive shoulders and chest.  His face was not entirely handsome, but it
had strong features including a granite jaw.  Demetrius' skin was dark
brown, and Ivory found that it reminded her of the most delicious milk
chocolate that she could imagine.

   Ivory placed her bag on the floor and began walking toward Demetrius,
who was still mindlessly typing into his phone, while the soft carpet
stifled the sound of her high heels.  Seeing the big, strong, black 18 year
old in the flesh was giving Ivory all kinds of ideas.  She knew that he was
a perfect BBC recruit, but Ivory had to be sure not to ruin it.  She
remembered her first recruitment trip and felt a shiver go through her
body. It had nearly been a debacle, and even though she did end up getting
her recruits she did not want a repeat performance.  She knew she had to be
in control the whole time, no matter what her most base instincts told her.
Keep your cool, Ivory told herself as she stood in front of Demetrius.  Let
your success with Clarence tide you over for the next few minutes.

   "Excuse me, Demetrius?  I'm Ivory Love-Blackwell, and I'm here to bring
you to Brockton Baccalaureate College." Ivory was eager to get the
attention of her next recruit.  Judging by the look on his face when he
finally looked up, she had succeeded.

   Demetrius Moorecock's thick lips were wide apart as he gaped at the
blonde woman in front of him.  She was nothing like any of the other
recruiters he had met with.  Ivory's short skirt showed off her slender
legs, even most of the subtle muscle and flesh of her thighs.  Her black
heels had the effect of making Ivory's legs seem as though they went on for
days.  Demetrius could not remember a girl, or a woman, with such a tiny
waist and womanly hips like Ivory Love-Blackwell.  Demetrius badly wanted
to see Ivory's ass, but was content to stare instead at her chest as her
white globes strained the thin fabric of her shirt.  Her shirt was buttoned
low enough to give just a hint of cleavage below the small golden necklace
that Ivory was wearing, but the outline of the fabric wrapped tightly
around her chest betrayed the fact the truth of her bust.  Demetrius barely
had time to investigate the pink protrusions coming from the middle of
Ivory's tits before she extended her hand and spoke again.

   "Demetrius Moorecock?  It's going to be such a pleasure meeting you."
Ivory beamed as she spoke.  Demetrius quickly rose and shook her hand, the
outlines of his already plumping cock already visible halfway down his
thigh.  Ivory noted the strength of the handshake, and thought off all the
good things Demetrius could do with those hands at BBC.

   "Yeah, good to meet you to." Demetrius responded as articulately as he
could, given the circumstances.  The beautiful woman smiled back at him,
her bright blue eyes shining playfully from behind her glasses.

   "Well let's sit down and get right to business!  We're very interested
in you Demetrius." Ivory spoke as cheerily as possible, just as she always
did when on business.  They both sat, Demetrius in the large red chair and
Ivory in the smaller brown chair opposite him.

   "That's fine, but I already gots a school in mind." Demetrius said
calmly.  He had fielded offers from around the nation, and had even been
guaranteed a starting spot with the defending champions.  He was doubtful
that any offer could trump that one.

   "Oh I'm sure you do, but you shouldn't rule out BBC just yet.  We had a
great season last year, and we expect to contend for the championship this
year.  The best rea..." Ivory was interrupted by Demetrius.  She definitely
had his attention, but not yet his commitment.

   "Ain't no great teams up north.  I looked up dis school you come from
when my uncle added it to da list.  No championships, no professional
players came from dat school.  I ain't not going to school for learnin. 
I'm going to get mine." Demetrius spoke boldly.  He viewed school as a
gateway to professional football, and nothing more.  He knew that he could
get fame and adulation at any school he went to, which left him interested
only in the school that would ensure him the most exposure to professional
teams.

   "You will certainly get yours at BBC, Mr.  Moorecock" Ivory could not
help but grin as she said this.  No question a handsome black athlete will
get more than he can handle at BBC, she thought to herself before
continuing.

   "As I was saying, the best reason to come to BBC is because of how well
we treat the student body, especially our athletes.  I personally see to it
that the athletes at BBC have their every desire met.  Everything." Ivory
fixed Demetrius with a sultry stare and allowed her words to hang in the
air.

   Demetrius Moorecock was left with no retort.  He was not sure if the
beautiful woman in front of him knew just what his desires might be.  He
watched her seductively uncross and then cross her legs as his cock
stiffened.  Might as well go all in with dis bitch, Demetrius said to
himself.

   "You gots no idea what kind of desires I got." He responded, grinning
from ear to ear.

   "I believe I do, Demetrius.  Boys like you usually like the same kinds
of things, in my experience." Ivory stood up as she admired the look on
Demetrius' face.  He looked like a Cheshire cat, with his thick lips curled
in a wide grin and his wide nostrils flared.  To Ivory, Demetrius just
looked like a big black panther, sleek and strong.  No matter how
impressive he looks this is still about business, Ivory reminded herself.
For now.

   "Let me show you one of our brochures." She continued, standing up and
walking to her bag.

   God damn!  Alls I want is to get up in dat ass, Demetrius thought to
himself as he watched Ivory walk away, hips swaying with each step.  He
knew that he had never seen an ass that was as big as Ivory's and yet still
tight as hell.  Demetrius was content to watch Ivory walk away from him for
as long as she wanted.

   Ivory took her time bending down to pick up the brochure, certain that
the long walk to her bag gave Demetrius plenty of time to watch her.  She
stuck her ass out as much as possible when she bent over.  Not only
athletes have patented moves, she thought to herself.  Ivory's slow bend
often had advantageous results.  She finally picked up the brochure and
returned to her seat, but not before bumping one leg against her chair.

   "Owwww I'm such a klutz!" Ivory yelped.  Although the bump may have
looked like it hurt her leg, she was actually feeling tremendous.  Ivory
lifted her leg onto the chair in order to inspect her supposed injury,
pressing her heel into the cushion.  Conscious that the slit in the side of
her skirt was giving Demetrius a perfect view of her svelte leg, she began
gently rubbing her hands up and down her shin and thigh.

   Demetrius had never considered himself a leg man before, but the sight
in front of him was enough to convince him otherwise.  He felt his cock
stiffen further as he watched Ivory slowly rub her soft, slender leg.  With
the slit in the side, it seemed like her legs were never ending.  Demetrius
tried to move his 9 inches of cock meat around in order to hide his
arousal, all while continuing to stare at Ivory.

   "Oh well I guess I'll live!" Ivory said merrily, tilting her head as she
spoke as she returned her leg to the floor.  He's quick but I definitely
saw what he tried to hide with those hands, Ivory thought as she began
walking toward Demetrius.

   "You ok?  Demetrius asked, hoping to distract from his obvious hardon.
Fuck I'd love to get between those fine legs, he thought to himself as he
only got harder.

   "I'm great Demetrius, don't worry about that.  Have yourself a little
peak." Ivory stood next to Demetrius and leaned forward slightly, the
brochure in her hands.  She held it open in front of him, ensuring that he
had a tremendous view of both the brochure and her immaculate tits.

   Demetrius only had to strength to give the brochure the quickest of
glances, as his eyes constantly wandered to Ivory's breasts.  As she talked
about the various images and statistics found in the brochure, Demetrius
heard nothing.  He stared at the sexy white tits hanging just inches from
his face, so full and soft that he wanted nothing more than to reach up and
grab them.  He spotted her BBC necklace bobbing up and down over her chest
and felt a tinge of envy.  His eyes moved up and down Ivory's cleavage, now
measuring several inches as she bent over, and Demetrius was in awe of how
good her tits looked pressed together.

   "Do they look good?" Ivory asked, for a second time.

   "Wha...  What?" Demetrius stumbled to cover for himself.  He had no idea
what Ivory was asking him about, but he knew that what he had really been
looking at looked great.

   "The campus residences?" Ivory responded, fishing for an answer. 
Demetrius grunted a response and nodded, and Ivory continued showing the
brochure.  Blissfully aware where Demetrius' eyes were looking, Ivory felt
a growing dampness between her legs.  She loved that her presentation
enticed the black youth.  The outline of his knob clearly visible as it
continued to rise in his shorts, Ivory knew that it was question time once
again.

   "Is it getting harder?" She asked, this time completely out of context.

   Demetrius was not sure how to respond.  Sure as fuck my cock is getting
harder, he said to himself.  He knew that could not be what Ivory was
referring to though, as his mind was cluttered by the sight of Ivory's pink
nipples pressing against her shirt.

   "Ahhh...  definitely." He eventually responded, only then noticing that
Ivory was at the end of the brochure.

   "I thought it might be harder to choose a school after this little
presentation." Ivory said sweetly.  She knew the time was drawing near.

   "Yeah it looks...  fucking great...  I mean great." Demetrius had more
than enjoyed Ivory's presentation, and felt sly for having stolen so many
glances at Ivory's chest.

   Ivory rubbed Demetrius' hard shoulder appreciatively and then walked
back to her chair, sitting down once again and crossing her legs.

   "Excellent.  Now you've seen what we have to offer you, so it's time to
see what you can offer us." Ivory stated, trying her best to disguise her
enthusiasm.  The confused look on Demetrius' face did not surprise her. 
Recruits were used to having the schools show them their best, not showing
the schools their own best.

   "What you talkin about?" Demetrius asked, utterly confused.  Surely she
had seen tapes of him in action.  Demetrius felt that Ivory betrayed
nothing with her looks, other than a growing amusement.  She only smiled at
him.

   "You heard me.  We have to see what you can offer us.  I've seen video
of you on the field, so strong and fast.  Vicious really.  That's part of
what we're after, but there is more.  We have a different mandate at BBC."
Ivory spoke calmly, even as her heart beat rapidly in her chest.  Stay
calm, she told herself.  You'll see it all soon!

   "The fuck?" was all that Demetrius could muster.  What the fuck is she
talkin about, and what's a mandate?

   "We only want the highest quality athletes at BBC.  The biggest,
strongest..." and the blackest, Ivory thought as her pussy trembled.  She
stared into Demetrius' eyes as she continued.

   "We want only the best.  There is only one way for us to know that a
recruit really is the best." Ivory paused a moment to breathe.  She was
proud of herself for showing so much patience.

   "Strip." Ivory's body felt a jolt of excitement as she said the word,
her pussy's arousal building into a frenzy.  She would finally get to see
all that Demetrius Moorecock had to offer.

   Demetrius stared at Ivory.  She managed to be ladylike while looking
completely seductive at the same time.  In her heels, short skirt and low
cut blouse Ivory showed Demetrius more of her fantastic body than many of
the slutty girls he had fucked in high school.  Still though, Ivory managed
to keep an air of professionalism about herself.  Her blonde hair remained
in the tight bun, her beautiful blue eyes behind her glasses and her sweet
face and smile glimmered at him.  Demetrius found the urge to satisfy
Ivory, to please her, irresistible.  If she wanted him to strip, he would
strip.

   Demetrius began by removing his shirt, pulling it slowly over his head.
Ivory soaked in the image in front of her.  Demetrius revealed his thick
torso, filled with muscle and built to deliver crushing hits on the
football field.  Ivory admired his abs, noting that Demetrius' tremendous
size meant that he was not completely ripped.  His body was built for
strength, and she was sure that it was still plenty hard.  Demetrius' chest
blged with thick muscle, along with his arms and shoulders.  Ivory noticed
that he appeared to have various tattoos on his chest and biceps, but she
hardly noticed them against his dark skin.  Ivory adjusted her glasses and
bit into her lip as she inspected Demetrius' body.  So impressive, she
thought to herself.  So much more to see.  Ivory raised her eyebrows and
nodded toward Demetrius, bidding him to continue.

   Demetrius had never imagined a recruitment meeting going like this.  The
sexiest woman he had ever seen, ordering him to strip in front of her. 
Demetrius was self conscious as he wrapped his fingers around the elastic
of his shorts.  His cock was nearing full erection, and he had hoped that
his shorts concealed most of his arousal.  Despite his concerns he pushed
his shorts down, allowing his cock to spring up inside his boxers.  While
embarrassed, Demetrius was also happy to show Ivory just what he was
packing.  Bitch can't complain bout dis, he said to himself as his
confidence grew.

   Ivory's eyes grew wide as Demetrius cock sprang up in front of her, and
her smile grew wide.  No matter how many times I see it, it always amazes
me.  I truly love my job, Ivory thought with delight.  Ivory could see the
end of Demetrius' cock straining against the fabric of his boxers and felt
sympathy fixed with desire.  Soon, my sweet black treat.

   "Turn around, and take off those shoes." Ivory told Demetrius.  He
quickly followed his instructions, removing his footwear and then giving
Ivory the opportunity to evaluate his strong back and ass.  Ivory was
pleased to note that Demetrius' back, just as his front, seemed to be
nothing more than a thick black slab of muscle, rectangular and solid. 
Ivory was glad that the recruit had shown so much obedience already, but
she still hoped that he would show the hint of a strong will.  Strong
willed players tended to get into disputes with the coach, and the coach
always called Ivory to keep his players in line.  Ivory loved dealing with
disgruntled athletes.

   "You have not shown me everything." Ivory stated, before standing.  Her
knees buckled just slightly, but Ivory was too experienced now to make a
mistake.  She walked toward Demetrius, a sexy lioness stalking the most
delicious of meat.

   "Our Black Bulls have to be the absolute best.  I can see that you are
very strong Demetrius, with all of these big black muscles bulging right in
front of me.  But, there is another bulge I'm interested in." Ivory was
running her hands along Demetrius' chest and stomach, enjoying the feeling
of his luscious black skin and dense muscles against her dainty hand.

   "Do you know what I'm talking about?" Ivory asked gently as her hand
moved to the bottom of Demetrius' torso, her fingers dipping beneath the
elastic of his boxers.

   "Uh-huh." Demetrius responded, his whole body nearly bursting with
sexual desire.  He had been with plenty of females, black girls and white
girls from his school, much to his uncle's chagrin in the latter case.  In
addition, he had been with various older women who were fans of the
football team, particularly their star players.  None of them compared to
Ivory Love-Blackwell, neither in terms of beauty or sexuality.  Demetrius
knew that he was putty in her hands.

   Ivory began slowly pulling Demetrius' boxers down, one hand in front
pulling it down over his 9 inch dick and the other in back pulling it down
over his powerful ass.

   "The size of a man's cock has conveyed his authority for as long as
humans have been breeding." Ivory stated, the length of Demetrius' cock
just being revealed as she pulled down further on his boxers.

   "Size always has been, and always will be, a symbol of power and
strength." Ivory looked down at Demetrius' cock, almost completely free
from its prison.

   "As has blackness." She continued, as the boxers dropped to the floor.
Ivory stared at Demetrius' cock, 9 thick inches of hard black steel.  Her
hand rubbing along the top of his shaft, Ivory admired the big black cock.
They're always so beautiful, she thought giddily.  Just thinking of the
pleasures that Demetrius' cock might bring caused her mind to wander and
her pussy to gush.  Ivory's hands instinctively wrapped around the black
monster.

   "At BBC we only want the biggest, blackest cocks in the nation." Ivory
dropped to her knees as she spoke.  She began to slowly stroke Demetrius'
cock as she continued, the bulbous black knob pointed directly at her
pretty face.

   Demetrius did not know what to think, and had given up trying to figure
it out.  He was completely willing to let Ivory Love-Blackwell guide him
through their meeting.  He felt her hand on his cock, and allowed himself
to enjoy the pleasure it was sending to his balls and beyond.  He watched
the folds of black skin on his cock disappear time and time again into
Ivory's palm, only to reappear as she finished another stroke.  Demetrius
had found that all women were intimidated by his massive cock, but that was
clearly not the case now.  Ivory stared at his cock lovingly through the
glasses perched on the very end of her nose.

   "I have another little test for you.  We're going to test your focus and
self-control." Ivory informed Demetrius as she continued dutifully stroking
his cock.

   "I want you to maintain eye contact with me until I stand up. 
Understand?" Ivory asked, her voice now both sultry and sweet.

   "Uuuugghhhh yesssss..." Demetrius responded.  Ivory had begun playing
with his balls using her free hand, rubbing them between her fingers and
palm.  He felt like his cock would explode with cum at any moment.  Bitch
knows her way around a cock, he noted.

   Well his self-control is better than a lot of recruits, Ivory thought
happily as she stared into Demetrius' dark brown eyes.  Ivory was always
extremely disappointed when the recruits shot their load just from her
caressing their cock.  It must be time for phase 2, Ivory concluded.  I
need a taste.

   Ivory began licking along the side of Demetrius' black shaft as he
looked down at her, his face wearing an expression of ecstasy and wonder.
The cock was hot, hard and black, just as Ivory liked in her recruits.  She
began licking the underside of Demetrius' shaft, tracing its whole length
with her warm, wet tongue.  After a few repetitions Ivory rewarded herself
by pressing her tongue against the jet black tip of the cock, tasting
Demetrius' salty precum.  He just might be as delicious as his uncle, she
surmised hopefully.  Ivory continued with her test, now pressing her satiny
pink lips against the big black cock in addition to her tongue.

   Demetrius felt like he was in heaven.  He did not know how good the BBC
Black Bulls football team was, or how nice their campus was or even where
exactly the school was located.  He did know, however, that Ivory
Love-Blackwell knew how to suck a cock better than any woman he had ever
seen.  Watching Ivory's sexy lips sliding along his cock turned Demetrius
on nearly as much as the sensations they caused.  He had managed to sustain
eye contact with Ivory, her blue eyes burrowing deeper and deeper into his
own.  Her hungry eyes gave him the sense that she was impressed with him,
but that she still expected more.

   Well he can definitely handle himself, Ivory noted to herself as she
brought her lips to the ebony cockhead.  She was finished messing around.
It's time to give him a real challenge.  Ivory sucked the thick black rod
into her mouth, filling it completely with a few inches to spare.  She
began rapidly bobbing her head on the cock, desperate to stay ahead of the
pace set by Demetrius' throbbing.  Demetrius responded by rolling his head
back and moaning loudly.  So he is human after all, Ivory thought, pleased
that she could make the recruit react so strongly and break eye contact. 
In spite of the big black cock clogging up almost all of the available
space, the corners of Ivory's mouth curved in a small smile.

   Demetrius stared up at the ceiling, desperate for any distraction.  He
wanted to prolong the pleasure that Ivory provided him for as long as
possible.  A sharp slap to his ass quickly brought his attention back to
the woman kneeling before him.  Demetrius felt Ivory's hand stay on his ass
and squeeze him, while the other continued playing gently with his balls.
He knew that it would all be over soon.  It don't have to be da last time
though, he thought to himself abruptly.

   Ivory could see that Demetrius was close.  His face was scrunched up,
his breathing heavy and sweat trickled down his forehead.  Even more
indicative, Ivory could feel the wide black pole in her mouth pulsating
quickly.  As much as she wanted to bring Demetrius to climax at that very
moment and taste his black seed, a taste she had come to equate with
victory and success, Ivory also wanted to prolong her fun.  Ivory brought
both of her hands up to Demetrius' stomach and began pushing him backward.
He eventually stepped back, bumping into the chair.  Ivory pushed down on
his strong thighs and Demetrius took the hint, sitting in the chair with
his legs spread.  Ivory took a few more gulps of black cock meat before
lifting her head from Demetrius' lap.

   "I am very impressed Demetrius.  I think it's only fair that you get to
see a little more yourself." Ivory said before taking the cock back into
her mouth.  Her hands moved quickly, unbuttoning the blouse that had barely
contained her impressive bust.  Ivory's breasts sprang free, bouncing as
she continued sucking Demetrius' dick.  Let's give this a shot, Ivory
thought to herself as she inched closer to Demetrius' crotch.  No recruit
has ever gotten this far.  Not on his first attempt anyway, she thought
devilishly.

   Demetrius saw Ivory take his big black cock out of her mouth and feared
for a moment that she was going to leave him with the biggest case of blue
balls he could imagine.  The lusty look in her eyes, which almost sparkled
due to her glasses, quickly convinced him otherwise.  Demetrius watched as
Ivory placed his cock between her massive tits, the contrast between his
dark black cock and her milky white flesh never more striking.  Ivory
placed a hand on the side of each breast and pushed them together, her soft
white knockers enveloping even the huge blackness between them.  Ivory
began moving her tits up and down on Demetrius' cock, her soft flesh
pleasuring him with every movement.  He in turn began thrusting his cock up
and down, eager to see his black snake continue emerging from the large
white mounds.  The view of Ivory's chest now completely unfettered,
Demetrius could see her soft pink knobs of flesh in the centre of her tits,
pointing directly at him just waiting to be touched.  He reached forward
and pinched down on each with his hands.  Ivory gasped and began titty
fucking him even more rapidly.  Her rhythm quickly became too much for
Demetrius, as he felt his balls tighten and begin pumping massive amounts
of semen to his cock.  Pleasure flooded his body as he finally started
cumming.

   The first burst caught Ivory by surprise as it shot up into the air
rapidly, finally landing on her forehead and glasses.  She would not be
caught by surprise a second time as Demetrius' next wad of jizz landed
directly on Ivory's tongue.  Every effort possible was made to ensure that
Demetrius' seed ended up in Ivory's mouth but inevitably some bursts evaded
her eager lips, usually ending up decorating her lovely face.  He tastes
even better than his uncle, Ivory thought as she savoured Demetrius' rich
semen.  Ivory felt that she could taste his youthful strength and vitality.
She was even content when it missed her mouth, as she loved the trickle of
his hot, sticky juices down her face.  After countless bursts Demetrius
finally slowed, and Ivory finished him off with her mouth.  I can't
remember the last recruit to leave that much of an impact, Ivory noted
happily as she sucked the last bits of sperm from Demetrius' manhood.

   Feeling completely tapped, Demetrius slouched in his chair.  He was a
tired, satisfied young man.  That white girl could suck a fuckin lexus
through a straw, Demetrius thought as his cock started to drop back down.
He watched as Ivory scooped his jizz off her beautiful face with her
fingers, making sure to lick them clean every single time.  She surprised
him by suddenly standing and walking over to her bag.  Demetrius tilted his
head back, dazed and mildly confused by what had just happened.  He had
been expecting yet another boring meeting, not the biggest orgasm of his
life.  A motion in front of him caught Demetrius' eye, and he looked
forward.

   Ivory had returned, dropping something that Demetrius did not see to the
floor as he found her facing away from him, pulling her skirt down.  It was
a struggle every inch of the way, as the top of the skirt pressed deeply
into Ivory's ass as she pulled it down.  After each successful tug, more of
her pale and firm ass meat became visible.  Demetrius was amazed at how
Ivory's ass bulged out directly at him, seemingly unaffected by gravity. 
When the skirt finally made it over all of her posterior Ivory kicked it
away.  Simultaneously she cocked her hips back, thereby thrusting her ample
ass toward Demetrius' face, as she pulled up the handkerchief that she had
taken from her bag and began cleaning the semen from her glasses.

   Dat's some grade A beef right there, Demetrius marveled.  His hands
quickly moved up to Ivory's round ass cheeks and grabbed them tightly, her
skin swelling outward all around his hands.  Demetrius felt his cock stir
in his lap.

   "Sorry, that's for BBC athletes only." Ivory cooed as she finished
cleaning her glasses.

   "Damn rights it is!" Demetrius responded, punctuating his statement with
a slap to Ivory's ass.

   "Mhmmm!  Time to test your endurance!" Ivory quickly spun around. 
Demetrius' cock was rock hard once again and still glistened with her
saliva.  Ivory grabbed the tip with one hand and placed the other on one of
the muscular black shoulders in front of her.  She brought one knee onto
the large chair as she angled the big black cock.  The other knee followed
soon after, and Ivory's pussy was left hovering just slightly above
Demetrius's cock.

   "This is for BBC only." Ivory reminded him.  Ivory was always prepared
for these encounters and had ensured that her bare pussy looked pristine.
Best job in the world, Ivory thought to herself as she pushed her aching
pussy down onto Demetrius' dark black dong.

   They both moaned with delight as contact was made.  Demetrius was
surprised at how easily he entered Ivory's pink pussy.  Usually takes dem a
few minutes to get all dis in they cunts, he thought as Ivory began rising
and falling on his lap.  This ain't her first big black cock.  Although
Ivory's pussy had grown accustomed to being filled with huge cocks, it
still managed to hug onto Demetrius tightly.  Other girls Demetrius had
been with may have been tighter than Ivory, but none had a snatch as wet,
warm or smooth.  A loud slapping sound filled the room as Ivory thrusted
into Demetrius repeatedly.  Demetrius still wondered about Ivory
Love-Blackwell, and how many other recruits had enjoyed this experience. 
He knew one thing at the very least: they had all enjoyed it.

   "You do dis for erry rec-" Demetrius' question was stifled by the silky
skin of Ivory's breast entering his mouth.  The time for questions is over,
she thought to herself as she continued wildly humping her recruit and
pressed his head into her tit with her hand.  Demetrius' lips felt amazing
on her chest, and his tongue felt even better on her taut nipple.  Ivory
had struggled with her sensitive nipples since she had been with Clarence,
but Demetrius seemed more than capable of providing the release she needed.
He sucked forcefully on her nipples and rolled them with his tongue,
sending waves of pleasure through Ivory's body.  Those waves were only
strengthened by the pleasure emitting from her pussy, as it finally
embraced the big black cock that it had craved.  Just a few minutes after
Demetrius had begun his mouth-work on her other tit, Ivory knew that she
needed to close the deal.

   Ivory leaned back to pull her tits from Demetrius' mouth and hands,
although the young black man's grip proved to be quite strong.  Ivory
slowed her hips as they continued plunging her pussy onto Demetrius' cock.
Demetrius responded by increasing the pace of his own thrusts, sending
pleasure coursing through Ivory's body as she felt his powerful black cock
pistoning into her.  Ivory's glasses almost fell off her face and her mouth
fell open as she started convulsing with sexual delight.  I need to get
this meeting back under control, she said as she fought her carnal urges.

   Ivory leaned forward and bit down on Demetrius' bottom lip, pulling his
face toward hers.  He responded by spanking Ivory's round ass, pushing
himself even deeper into her.  Ivory pressed her silky lips into Demetrius,
feeling them become enveloped by his thick black lips.  Ivory hoped to draw
his attention to his mouth instead of his cock, just for long enough to
allow her to get his signature.  Her plan seemed to work as Demetrius'
thrusts slowed while their lips interlocked, Ivory's tongue playfully
dabbing his own and exciting both of them.  Ivory had both hands on
Demetrius' face and was kissing him passionately.  Even though the act was
bringing her tremendous pleasure Ivory knew that business still came before
pleasure.  Well actually in this job they are completely intertwined, Ivory
thought to herself as she pulled her lips away from Demetrius.

   Ivory spun around to face away from Demetrius, never once removing her
black pleasure stick from her pussy.  When she was facing away from him,
Ivory lowered her heels to the floor.  She leaned forward, pushing
Demetrius' cock deeper into her than she had felt in weeks.  Ivory reached
for the pen and paper that she had brought from her bag.  The letter of
intent in hand, she began gyrating quickly on Demetrius, her pussy rubbing
and fucking him aggressively.

   Demetrius could do nothing but watch and enjoy as Ivory fucked him.  He
allowed his arms to hang down the side of the chair as he followed the
curve of Ivory's back down to her sexy ass.  Her white flesh bulged against
his crotch, bouncing slowly on him as each bit of contact caused her ass to
ripple.  Demetrius felt his balls tightening once again, and was amazed
that he could cum again so soon and after he had already shot so much. 
There was no questioning Ivory Love-Blackwell's skill, and her pussy just
kept getting hotter and wetter.  Demetrius saw both of her hands move back
toward him, a pen in one and a paper in the other.

   "Sign next to the X!" Ivory said, a sense of urgency clearly present in
her voice.  She slowed her movements so that Demetrius could sign.  Ever
devoted to her athletes, Ivory would not cum until Demetrius did, and she
would not allow Demetrius to cum until he signed his letter of intent to
attend BBC.

   Demetrius placed the paper on Ivory's back and scanned for the X.  It
was filed with text, explaining that he agreed to attend Brockton
Baccalaureate College and was accepting a full athletic scholarship to play
football.  Demetrius did not care anymore.  Their star recruiter had
grinded him into submission, to the point that he would have signed any
sheet she offered him at that very moment.  Looks like I'll be bringin my
talents to BBC, Demetrius thought as he found the X and signed his name.

   Ivory could feel Demetrius writing on her back.  Success!  Ivory always
felt incredible when a recruit finally signed, and not just because they
usually had their black cock inside her.  As Demetrius threw the pen and
paper to the floor Ivory began quickly fucking him with her pussy once
again, now intent on getting them both off.  Ivory focused on the pulsating
cock inside her.  It was thick, black and rock hard as it continually
pounded against her most sensitive parts.  She could feel her orgasm
brewing, ready to rock her with pleasure.  All the way from her toes to her
face, now pointed upward as she prepared to cum, Ivory could feel it
coursing through her.

   "Cum in me you big Black Bull!" She said breathily as she pounded her
loins onto Demetrius.

   Demetrius could take no more.  His big black cock erupted like a geyser
inside Ivory, shooting his sperm straight toward her womb.  Demetrius' leg
began to twitch slightly as his second orgasm was even larger than the
first.

   "OH FUCK YES!" Ivory screamed the moment she felt Demetrius' load strike
the inside of her uterus, deposited there by the spasming cock far past her
cervix.  No matter how many big black cocks she fucked, the feeling of
semen coming from big black balls and being deposited inside her pussy made
her lose control.  Ivory felt the tension she had built up over the course
of the day, a day spent keeping her pussy in check around some huge black
schlongs, wash away.  The feeling was replaced with a deep satisfaction as
her orgasm continued emitting from her pussy.  Ivory could not help but
think of all of the pleasure that Demetrius would give her over the next
few years, and of course all the pleasure that she would give him.

   As the fucking slowed Ivory leaned back onto Demetrius' chest for a few
moments rest, his cock still inside her.  As it began losing its rigidity,
loads of jizz leaked from Ivory's pussy, first onto Demetrius and then
eventually onto the chair.  The cleaning staff would have their work cut
out for them.  Ivory could hear Demetrius' heart still beating rapidly as
she lay her head on his chest.  As heavenly as this is I still have to
report in, Ivory thought as her sense of duty returned.  She kissed
Demetrius on his neck before standing up and allowing his cock to slide out
of her, along with another huge wad of semen.  He looks so sweet, she
thought to herself as she watched him sitting in the chair fighting off
sleep.  All tuckered out from our little meeting.

   Ivory grabbed Demetrius by his cock, now flaccid but still quite
imposing, and pulled him up.  No matter how tired he was Demetrius still
responded quickly to her touch on his cock.  Ivory pulled him along by the
cock over to the bed with the silky red sheets and had him drop into it. 
Demetrius lay down on his stomach, legs spread with a look of complete
contentment on his face.

   Ivory returned to the bed to cover him up after she had gotten dressed
once again.  She would have preferred to stay naked in the bed with him,
but she would not allow anything to impede her job performance.  Ivory
could not even consider losing a job that gave her so many great
opportunities.  She bent down and kissed the sleeping Demetrius softly on
the forehead.

   "Get your rest, my newest Black Bull.  You're going to need it for
later." Ivory whispered as she looked down at him and smiled.  She packed
up her things into her bag, except for the letter of intent.  That, she
decided, needed to be shown off.

   Ivory exited the suite, 58 minutes after she had entered.  All eyes in
the room were on her, and not just because of her beauty.  Still looking
pristine, Ivory was the picture of poise.  She stood still and smiled at
the men, her hands behind her back.  "Sorry gentlemen, but I just procured
Demetrius Moorecock's signature.  He is going to be a BBC Black Bull next
year." Ivory said, still smiling as she waved the paper in front of her.

   The waiting area exploded with noise as red-faced men hollered and
vented their frustrations.  None were louder than Maurice Boras, once again
upstaged completely by the beautiful head of recruitment for Brockton
Baccalaureate College.  Before she could be accosted by questions, Ivory
put up her hands and spoke.

   "Quiet please!  Demetrius is exhausted and needs to rest.  See you all
next recruitment season!" With that, Ivory exited the room.  The recruiters
in the room sat and stewed with sour looks on their faces, all except for
Darnell Jackson, who could not help but smile.

   ***************

   "Yes sir, he signed just a few minutes ago.  It turned out that he was a
very agreeable young man." Ivory said into her phone as she waited in the
elevator.

   "That is excellent, Ms.  Love-Blackwell.  You believe that he will be an
excellent fit at BBC and add to the program?" The voice of the
silver-haired man spilled out of Ivory's phone.

   "Oh yes, he's an excellent fit sir!" She responded cheerfully.

   "This is most impressive.  You deserve an all expenses paid vacation
after pulling this one off on such short notice, Ivory.  Anywhere you want,
we will send you." He replied, his voice clearly conveying his
satisfaction.

   "Thank you sir, but there is no need.  I have no use for vacations.  I
truly love throwing myself into my work.  In fact, I'm planning on giving
Demetrius Moorecock some more information on BBC later this evening." Ivory
replied as her smile grew wider.

   "I would expect nothing less from you.  Enjoy." The silver-haired man
replied with a rich laugh before hanging up the phone.

   Best job in the world, Ivory thought as she pushed her one stray hair
back into place.