Where the fuck am I, Sheila thought, as she looked around the hotel room.

The first rays of the sun had begun filtering through the room's windows. Hotel rooms, damn, they all look the same after you have been in a thousand of them, she thought, as she eased herself out from the grasp of her overnight guest.

She looked at her bed partner. Damn if he did not look like a thousand others she had fucked over the last couple of years as well. Of course, what would have been different about him would have been for him to be white.

She had gone black from the beginning and had absolutely no interest in ever going white. She tried to remember what the snoring man's real name was. She at least remembered that his online screen name had been BlkStallion9inch. Johnnie maybe? Who gives a fuck, she thought.

Nine inches? Maybe, she thought. More like eight, but he had a good girth to it. It accomplished what she needed it for. She considered briefly the idea of waking up the man but she knew she had a busy day ahead of her. She had a major deposition to take in a couple of hours. Get dressed, then kick the son of a bitch out, she decided.

As she wiggled off her side of the bed, she reached for her half-empty pack of cigarettes. Need to have one of those, she thought, before that fellow wakes up and decides he wants to go again.

She headed into the bathroom, closed the door and turned on the shower; hot water only. She needed the room to fill with steam. She knew the water vapor would help neutralize the smell of the smoke and keep her from being busted for smoking in her room by the cleaning staff.

"Shit," she said aloud. Who gives a fuck whether someone smokes in a hotel room? Just spray some air freshener and be done with it, she thought.

Multitasking came easy for Sheila, taking her morning piss while she inhaled another deep drag off her cigarette. She tried focusing on her day ahead.

Atlanta, she remembered, as the nicotine raised her awareness. That's where I am.

Shelia loved being blacked in southern states. It appealed to her because even now, taboos existed with regards interracial mixing. Mississippi was her favorite state but Alabama was a good second as far as appealing to her desires to shock and flaunt. Georgia was fine also but she preferred the smaller more rural towns over big cities like Atlanta. More shock value when the locals were country folk.

Back home, in Chicago, nobody thought twice about seeing a white woman with a black man. However, that was where Sheila drew the line. She never played at home, not anymore at least. Too many risks involved.

To all her friends, her partners at the law firm, and especially to her clueless husband... she was Miss Lilly White and damn near virginal except in the courtroom. That's where she really fucked people over. She was known as "The Bitch in the Loop" back home because of her aggressiveness when she was performing cross-examinations in court. Her demeanor was so hostile that she was never used except against hostile witnesses.

It was her ability to scare and terrorize the bejesus out of someone on the witness stand that prompted her firm to use her for depositions whenever possible. Her favorite targets were wimpy, slightly overweight, middle-aged white men. Shy, retiring types, that if they were not cuckolds, they should be.

If she had an Achilles Heel, it was when she had to confront a hot, good-looking, virile African American. Those men, she would have much preferred to be fucked by them. If Sheila had a concern in the world, it was that people might begin to realize she was powerless around such men.

Being unable to take charge with a black man was something she was working on and the way she had decided to overcome her weakness was to turn black men into sex objects. Human dildos, using them for assisted masturbation. It was starting to work. She was definitely convinced that her encounters were much more under her control.

Sheila's desire for black men had started when she was little more than a child. She had been Sheila Anderson at the time, living in central North Carolina.

Her first encounter had been with a black man who lived down the street from her. Daddy, as she had always referred to the man, had introduced her to black cock by asking her to come into his back yard one day when she was coming home from high school.

He had told her he needed someone to hold the ladder for him while he changed a light bulb out back on his shed. After the bulb had been replaced, he told her he had something else he wanted to show her inside the shed. She had just been fifteen, barely at the time, and he had been much older. In fact, he had a son that was near her age. She had fucked the son as well not too long after Daddy got her.

Up until that afternoon, Sheila had been a pretty normal young lady albeit somewhat rebellious to authority. Home had been Greensboro North Carolina. Her parents, Mike and Gloria Anderson, definitely held prejudices against blacks, Jews, Catholics, and democrats of any color.

When Daddy unzipped his trousers, she had not run away from the man. She saw it as a way to punish her parents and rebel. She was fascinated by what Daddy had to show her.