It was late in the day, and a small amount of light managed to squeeze around the gaps in my black out curtains. As usual, there had been nothing to get up for, ever since I had finished university I had struggled to get a job. Four years of study and constant good grades had resulted in me having a large debt, and no job to show for it.

Instead, I had thrown myself into the life that I had sometimes sacrificed in college. Staying up late, partying with friends, and partaking in a series of meaningless liaisons with the boys that I met along the way. Even last night, I had smoked, drunk and shagged my way round the house party I had been at.

There was a knock at the bedroom door, and I stared at it through half open eyes. My head hurt slightly from the excessive amount of tequila I had drunk the night before and I considered pretending I was not there. Rolling over in bed and closing my eyes again in the hope that they would go away.

Bang, bang, bang, the knocking seemed more urgent this time and I realised that I would not be able to hide from it. Whoever was out there wanted to be let in, and they were not going to give up until I admitted them.

“Who is it?” I called out, unsure as to what answer I actually wanted.

“It’s Steve,” the voice replied, and I pulled the pillow out from under my head and pulled it down on my face.

“What do you want?” I asked, my voice muffled by the material that now covered my mouth.

The sound of the door opening shocked me and I lifted the pillow to watch Steve enter the room. He was my stepfather, though I had only known him since I had been fifteen, when my mother had met him in a local bar. Tall and muscled, he had the darkest, blackest skin I had ever seen. When he was with my mother the contrast of the skin tone between his, and her pale whiteness, made him appear even darker.

I looked at him, my arms held out wide, implying the question that I had only just asked. It did not feel appropriate to me that he had entered the room without permission. Even if it was the case that I had wanked myself to sleep the night before thinking about him being on top of me, filling me.

“I’ve found a possible job for you,” he said as he threw an open magazine on the bed. “I know of the company, I think they might be a perfect fit for you.”

Sitting up, I glanced down to make sure that my vest top had preserved my dignity, before reaching out to pick up the journal that now lay at the end of the bed. The page was open on the one that he wanted me to read. A half-page ad next to an article on the top five video cameras for home made movies.

“Wanted,” the article read in big letters at the top of the page. “Open minded office assistant to work in a fast-paced environment for a team of strong-minded creatives. Experience is not required, and career opportunities are available.”

“It sounds promising?” Steve offered as I read the offer.

“Yes,” I replied, “though I am a bit confused about this next bit, it says essentials and then lists four things.”

“What are they?”

“Breezy, Noxious, Wishful, Obedient.”

“Yes, they are strange things to ask for,” Steve replied his voice seeming distant for a moment.

“You think, and you have no thoughts on what they might mean?”

“Nope, none at all.” As I listened to Steve’s response I felt like he was not being completely honest with me. “Anyway, I am sure you will make a great recruit for this company.”

“It is only an admin position.”

“Yeah, but it does say they have career opportunities, and you need to do something with your life, it’s not like that English degree is getting you anywhere else right now.”

“True,” I replied as I climbed out of bed.

I was wearing a pair of tight shorts on my lower half and for a moment I could have sworn that Steve was looking at me, as if trying to get a glimpse of something. “What’s the matter?” I asked and he tore his gaze away and looked out the window.

“Nothing,” he said distantly, “just noticing the time.”

Heading for the door, I headed downstairs and into the kitchen where my mother was stood by the sink, washing up from the night before. “Morning,” I said as I gave her a hug, noticing how similar our skin colour was as I did so.

“Morning love,” she said in reply as I picked up a piece of cold toast that sat on a plate next to the sink. Placing it in my mouth, I sat on a bench by the breakfast table as I watched my mother continue to do the washing up. She was wearing a tiny pink dress which stopped short of even mid-thigh. For most women of her age I would have said it was too skimpy, but somehow despite being in her mid-forties she still had an amazing figure.

“Did you do much last night?” I asked as Steve walked into the room and threw the magazine onto the table in front of me as a reminder.

“Oh, not much, just watched some TV and had an early night,” she replied.

The response made me wonder how happy they actually were as a couple, it always seemed to be that they sat on the sofa and watched the telly. “Are you happy?” I asked, worried that something that was wrong.

“Of course your mother is happy,” Steve replied as he kissed her on the shoulder, “aren’t you babe?”

“Yes,” she replied, looking over her shoulder at me, “have you found a job yet?”

I pushed the magazine towards her, “Steve has just suggested applying for this job,” I said as I glanced up at her from the advert.

“What is it?”

“An office assistant position.”

“Working for who?”

Pulling the magazine back, I rotated it so that I could read the test properly, “some company called Black Group, they are based in the city centre.”

“Black Group?” my mother replied, “don’t think I have ever heard of them.”

“I have, they are a PR/ Markting/ Creative company setup by five mates who met at university,” Steve said as he sat on the bench opposite me.

“You seem to know quite a bit about them,” my mother offered.

“Yes,” Steve said with a smile, “or at least I did, one of them worked for me for a while when he first left college, then he setup the group with his mates and he left.”

“What was he like?” I asked as I wondered if it would give me more of an incite to the business.

“He was a good guy, intelligent, hard-working, focused, but liked to enjoy himself when he had some down time.”

“Meaning?”

“Your stepfather means he liked to fuck around when he wasn’t working.”

The comment caught me off guard and I shot my mother a look, before turning my attention back to Steve. “Is that true, did he like to fuck loads of girls?”

Steve shrugged as if the comment meant nothing, “he was a young, good-looking guy, single, with no commitments, and fresh out of college. It would be a bit strange if he didn’t put it about wouldn’t you say?”

“I guess,” I replied.

A week later I stood at the top of a flight of wide stone steps that led up to the glass front door of the Black Group head office. Looking upwards I could see that their office was four stories of mirrored glass and steel. It gave the building a sense of power, but also as the sun shone on it, the impression that the whole structure was one large, black edifice.

“Wish me luck,” I said to myself as I approached the door only to find it was opened for me by a woman. Wearing a long red coat with gold tassels, it was open down the front revealing that she wore no blouse or top underneath. The coat was pulled over just enough so that you could just make out the sides of her suntanned breasts, while hanging between them was a necklace. The pendant of which was shaped like the spade in a pack of cards. On her lower half she wore a tight, red velvet skirt while on her feet she wore knee high black boots.

“Welcome to Black Group,” she said in a posh sounding voice as I stepped inside. “If you speak to reception, they will be able to help you out.”

“Thank you,” I said and as I strode across the space towards the reception desk, I noticed that there were two other women already sitting in chairs in the corner. They were avoiding looking at each other as one nervously flicked through a magazine while the other checked her mobile phone.

Reaching the desk, a petite blonde woman who was sat on the other side raised her head. “Good morning,” she said with a pearly white smile, “welcome to Black Group.”

“I’m here for the office assistant interviews,” I replied nervously.

“Sure,” the woman replied as she rose form her seat revealing the low cut, black top, that she was wearing. Despite her size, she had an ample cleavage.

“Can I take a name?” As she asked the question, she reached for a clipboard which had been just out of her reach if she had been sat down and held it up in front of herself.

“Julia,” I replied.

“Ahhh yes,” she smiled at me, “if you just take a seat with the other candidates the interviewer will be ready shortly.” The woman indicated the seats where I had just seen the two other women sitting and nodding my thanks I headed towards them.

As I approached the seats, the two other candidates looked up at me, each of them judging me in turn as I joined them.

I smiled awkwardly, making a point of meeting the gaze of each of them in turn. The one who had been reading a magazine, in particular seemed to be eyeing me up as if we were about to enter a boxing ring rather than compete for a job.

“Hi,” I said, trying to break the ice. The one who had judged me so harshly, just looked away, but the woman who had been using her mobile phone smiled.

“Do you know much about the company,” she whispered to me.

“Not as much as I would like,” I replied.

“Ahhh, it shows in what you are wearing.”

Not understanding what she was getting at I looked down to at the purple jacket and knee length dress I had selected. “What was wrong with my outfit?” I thought to myself, but before I could really consider the question my thoughts were interrupted.

“Kitty?” a voice said from over by the reception desk and I looked up to see a brunette woman in her late 30’s or early 40’s. She was wearing a black suit jacket buttoned to the front, and under which she wore a see-through blouse which allowed you to see the mounds of her breasts. A matching mini skirt, and black stiletto heels completed the collection while on her right ankle she wore a small chain.

The girl I had been speaking to stood up and made herself known. As she did so I noticed that she was wearing what could only be described as a little black dress. Clinging to her braless breasts, it was very short in length and as she walked, she tottered on massive heels.

Seeing how she was dressed, I returned to the thoughts about my own outfit. Standing, I returned to the reception area. “Do you have a bathroom I could use?” I asked the woman sitting behind the desk.

“Sure, just over there,” the woman said pointing towards a door in the corner of the room.

Entering the bathroom, I looked in the mirror. There was something about this company, that made women dress in a particular way. “Was it really something they did out of choice, or were they forced into it?” I wondered. Either way, I needed to quickly answer the big question, “did I want to join in with this game?”

Pulling my phone from a pocket in the jacket, I messaged my mother. It did not take long for her to reply. “Are you comfortable with slutting yourself?” it asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Breezy, Noxious, Wishful, Obedient, what does that mean? BNWO?”

I sent back a shrug emoji as I was unsure as to what I could say.

“Have you ever wondered why we always stay in and watch television?”

“Because I figured you had a boring settled life.”

“No, its because I have never wanted to reveal the truth to you.”

“What truth? And if it is relevant to this job, why reveal it now?”

“I was hoping that you would realise when you did your research, but sometimes you can be so naïve.”

The comment caught me off guard, “what are you getting at Mum?” I replied.

“The BNWO, it’s all about the BNWO, if you are happy with that then make yourself look the part and you will be fine.”

I put the phone down and looked in the mirror, “what even was the BNWO?”

Counting to ten, I picked the phone back up and sent another message to my mother. “Are you comfortable with the BNWO?”

“Yes,” my mother replied quickly, followed a few seconds later by a photograph. It showed me mother naked, sitting on Steve’s huge black dick, while two other black men stood alongside her, as she wanked their massive snakes.

I still was not sure what the BNWO was, but I was starting to get an understanding of what my mother was getting at.

Removing my jacket, I slipped my blouse from my shoulders and stuffed it into my handbag. Pulling the jacket back on, I did it up at the front. The look was classy and yet at the same time slutty as the front showed bare flesh with the bridge of my lacey, red bra piercing through the middle.

 Leaving the toilets, I returned to my seat to see I was the only candidate left. Passing the reception, I smiled at the receptionist who grinned back, “I was worried you had left,” she said, “but now I can see you were just getting your clothing correct.”

The comment made me stop, “do you think it is an improvement?”

“Definitely, the girl who walked in here looked like she was going for just any job, now you look like you are ready to work for Black Group.”

“Julia?” a voice said from the side of me.

“Yes,” I replied as I turned to face the woman I had seen earlier.

“Welcome to Black Group, I am Catherine, but all the girls call me Queen Kat.”

She held out a hand to me and I took it, noticing the long red nails that she sported as our finger’s intertwined.

Leading me to a lift, we rode together to the third floor. “The top floor is exclusive only to the executive board of Black Group and their invited guests. I work on this floor, and amongst my responsibilities I guard the entrance to the top floor along with two other Queens.” Kat said as she walked me through the floor to a large office space towards the back of the building.

“Queens?” I asked as Kat showed me into the room and closed the door.

“Yes, because we oversee all of the female employees, and make sure they understand their roles.”

Looking round the room, I realised that on the longest of the internal walls a large mural had been painted. It showed the back of a black man, as he lay between the legs of a white woman. Her face was contorted in ecstasy, arms raised above her head. As I started at it, I noticed that she had a close similarity in look to Queen Kat.

“Yes, that is me,” she smiled, “it was drawn from a photograph that was taken of me when I first took the Chairman and his enormous cock.”

The frankness of the conversation caught me off guard and I looked at the other woman for a moment. “Is that how you got to become a Queen?” I asked.

Kat smiled, “of course. Did you know that you are the first candidate to even notice it is me in the painting, never mind pick up on that fact,” she said. “Please take a seat,” she waved a hand towards a chair which faced the mural, as she sat opposite, almost directly beneath the depiction of her face.

“How did the other candidates not pick up on the fact that it is you in the picture?”

“Maybe they did and were just too embarrassed to mention it, either way, your ability to make the observation, and your preparedness to accept the reality is an important part of our recruitment plan.”

“So, let’s get on with the questions, you are familiar with the BNWO?”

“No,” I replied, “or at least I wasn’t until about ten minutes ago when my mother revealed that she is part of it along with her husband Steve.”

“You know what it means then?”

I shook my head, “no, but I get the feeling it is something to do with black men and white women.”

“Well, black men and black women, there are white men and women who are eager to help promote the concept, and for white women in particular it does involve certain roles.” As she spoke Kat looked over her shoulder at the painting again.

“You mean, making ourselves available to black men.”

“Exactly,” Kat replied. “Here are Black Group we are active promoters of the BNWO, and all of our employees are expected to play a role in its growth. All of our white, female, staff are called snow bunnies and are expected to be submissive and available at all times to the black employees, whatever their gender.”

I nodded in understanding at what Kat was hinting at, I was going to have to be prepared to be sexually available to the black guys who worked for the company. “There is one exception,” Kat continued to explain.

“What’s that.”

“Queen’s, are exclusive to the senior board, and nobody can touch them without permission from a member of that board.

“And how do you become a Queen?” I asked.

“By proving yourself in your work, and in the bedroom, and also by signing a contract confirming that you will become black only.”

“Black only?”

“Yes, many of our female staff have white husbands and boyfriends who they go home to, or they spend time with when they are not servicing the needs of Black Group. The three Queen’s, and that obviously includes me, do not have anything to do with white men. Each of us is married to a member of the board.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, who are you married to?”

“I’m married to Jay, the Chief Financial Officer, I had to pass three tests before he would allow me to sign the contract and marry me.”

“Three tests?”

“Yes, one of them is on the wall there,” Kat pointed over her shoulder as she spoke.

“The second was to reach a black body count of 100, and to strive to increase that by at least 20 every year.”

“And the third?”

“To have his child so that we could ensure the next generation of BNWO was preserved.”

“You have done all three?”

“Of course,” Kat said with a smile as she flashed the large wedding ring that adorned her left hand.

“So besides being sexually available to the black members of staff, what other responsibilities would I have within the business?”

“You’d start of with basic admin roles, but we would then train you up, there are a range of opportunities. You could become involved in sales, marketing, PR, or taking part in producing our creative works, whether that is behind the scenes or in front of the camera.”

“What sort of creative work do you do?”

“We make all sorts of adverts, music videos, television productions and the like, but we also help manage a number of significant content creators with the erotica scene and we have our own porn production business that specialises in Interracial productions.”

“How did my role become available?”

“Internal promotion, Queen Beth recently signed her contract and married our Chief Technical Officer, so we have a vacancy amongst our snow bunnies.”

“Anyway, shall we take a tour of the office?” Kat offered as she rose from her chair.

Guiding me out of the room, she led the way back to the lift where we descended to the second floor. “We provide a gym membership package as part of your employment as we need our snow bunnies to stay in shape.” Kat smiled at me, as she checked if I understood why they wanted the female staff to stay in shape.

“Of course,” I replied, “there is nothing wrong with some curves, but you don’t want girls who are gasping for breath after five minutes.”

“Exactly,” Kat said as she opened a door and led me into a large office. “This is the department you will start in, you will be one of four girls, running errands, helping out where and when you are needed. As you can see, you are all young and eager.”

There was nobody else in the room, but the far wall was adorned with loads of photographs of partying snow bunnies. Crossing the room, I looked at the photographs and recognised both the girl who had opened the door and the receptionist. Many of the photographs showed the girls out partying, either drinking or dancing with black men. “I recognise these two,” I said as I pointed at the photos.

“Oh yes, Clare who was on reception this afternoon and Becki, they are both relatively new to the business but have already proven how eager they are.”

Moving around the room I found a white board attached to another wall. There was a grid with Clare and Becki’s names listed on it alongside a third girl called Sara. I studied the board, Alongside, each name there were three columns, the first labelled Body Count, the second BBC and the third Spit or Swallow. “What’s this?” I asked as I pointed at it.

“Just a bit of fun to help motivate the girls, Body Count is obvious, as you can see for Clare it says 54, so she has had sex with that many guys in her life. Next to that is BBC.”

“BBC?” I said, wondering what the term meant.

“Well, normally it means Big Black Cock, but in this case, it is actually her Black Body Count.”

“So, the number of black guys she has been with?”

  “Yes, so as you can see Clare has been with 15 black guys, and this does include guys before she started here and that is why the brackets in both cases. It shows what the count was on day one, so we can monitor progress. Looking at Clares numbers I could see that she had been with 28 guys prior to starting work for Black Group and only 2 of them had been black.

“And the Spit or Swallow?”

“As it says, what do you do with the cum you are fed. Girls usually find that they cannot leave this department until they get to a BBC of 25 and the spit or swallow column shows that you have swallowed at least 30 cum loads.”

At that moment the door opened, and Clare walked in. Now that she was out from behind the reception area, I could see that she was wearing black, leather hot pants which rose up over the rounded cheeks of her bum. “Oh, hi again,” she said as she crossed the room towards her desk.

“We were just talking about your body count,” Kat said to Clare as she took her seat.

“Oh yes, I am very proud of that,” she replied as she glanced at the board.

“That’s something that you need to be in this organisation,” Kat said as she looked at me, “as snow bunnies, you are expected to be completely open and honest about your sex life.”

“Well, I can confirm that I have been with 32 guys,” I said, “but I have never been with a black guy. An Arab guy yes, but never a black guy.”

“Are you up for fixing that right now?”

“Umm, sure,” I replied as Kat watched my reaction.

“Perfect, follow me.”

Kat walked out of the door and getting back into the lift we descended to the ground floor. As we exited, I could see that Becki was now on reception while operating the door was another girl I did not recognise. “Yes, Sara is now on the door and Becki is working reception, as you can see Becki has changed into a different set of clothes for the role.”

“Yes,” I said as Kat led me away from the reception area and through a key card door and into a warehouse space.

“Obviously, with such a varied business, we both receive and distribute a range of things. Some people still by CD and DVDs for example. We also have a couple of studio areas down here,” she indicated to a series of closed doors to her left.

Reaching the end of the warehouse, I saw there was a young, black guy wearing overalls and sitting at a desk. He seemed to be mentally counting things off on a checklist that he held in his hand.

“Bob!” Kat said as she approached him.

“Yes?” he asked as he looked up from his work.

“This is Julia, she is applying for the new office assistant role.”

“Hi,” Bob said as I noticed him check me up and down with his eyes.

“There’s a problem though, Julia has never been blacked.”

“Shit,” Bob said, “that is a problem, have you explained to her that you cannot even work here if you have a BBC of less than 2?”

“And that’s where you come in.”

“You want me to black her?” Kat nodded in reply to the question, “and how do you feel about this Julia?”

“That would still only give me a BBC of 1,” I replied.

“That’s fine, you wouldn’t start for a couple of weeks, I’m sure that with a mother who is in the BNWO, you can find number 2 before you join.”

Bob stood up and I realised that he already had a large, throbbing cock, that was starting to push through his overalls.

“Is one of the studios free?” Kat asked and Bob nodded, “sure, we can use number 2.”

Stepping out from behind the desk, he walked back down the row of doors until he stopped before one which had a massive number 2 on the front. Opening it he stepped inside, holding the door open, while inviting Kat and I to join him with a wave of his hand.

“Spit or swallow?” Bob asked as he closed the door and crossed the room towards a large bed.

“Does it matter right now?”

“No, but it is something you need to be able to openly talk about.”

“Ahhh, right,” I replied, “well I once drank a glass of cum that, three guys had filled by wanking into it, does that help?”

“Definitely a swallow then,” Kat said with a laugh.

Reaching the bed, I reached behind myself to undo my skirt and let it fall to the floor.

“Lesson one, Kat said as she looked at my red knickers, snow bunnies don’t cover up their pussies unless they have been given permission. You can wear hot pants like Clare was, or otherwise it is skirts and dresses.”

“Understood “ I said as I quickly slipped my pants to the floor as well.

“And lesson 2,” Bob said with a grin, “Snow Bunnies are always bald.”

“Show me,” Kat said, and I turned to face her, revealing that I had a thin, well-trimmed line of pubic hair just above my clit. “That’s acceptable for now, but as Bob said, in future.” Kat lifted her skirt to show that she was not only knickerless, but completely smooth.

I nodded in understanding as I undid my jacket and removed it from my shoulders. “Very nice bra,” Kat said as she watched Bob step towards me and take me in his arms. We kissed, the first time I had kissed a black guy.

Reaching behind me, he unhooked my bra while my hands roamed to his groin and grabbed his length through the thing material of his boiler suit.

Releasing my breasts, I noticed that Kat was studying them, “a good start, but you will likely find they want you to go up a couple of cup sizes, is that a problem?”

“No,” I said, “will they pay for them?”

“Of course, Black Group wants all of its snow bunnies to excel.”

I was now naked, and lowering myself to my knees, I pulled down on the zip of the boilersuit at the same time. It unzipped all the way down to beneath Bob’s dick, and with a quick shrug of the material his black monster fell out or the clothing and almost slapped me in the face. Staring at it, I wondered how I would take all of it.

“Don’t worry, we will help you develop skills to accommodate the size and girth of a real, black, alpha,” Kat said as she watched me eyeing up the cock I was about to take.

“I’m not sure any skills I learn would help me manage to take a cock like this,” I replied as I slowly wrapped my fingers around it. Feeling the weight and the girth as I ran my hand up and down the shaft to get an appreciation of the length.

“Your mother manages it, so I am sure you can.”

The comment caught me off guard, “my mother?” I asked.

“Yes, when you said she was married to Steve, I realised who it was, he is a friend of Jay’s and while neither of them are employed by Black Group, they have been active participants in Jay’s social life for a number of years.”

“You mean you have been fucked by my stepfather?” I asked as I looked at Kat.

“Of course,” she said with a smile, “he is particularly well endowed and a popular cock on the circuit.”

Pushing the thoughts from my mind, I turned my attention back to Bob’s cock. Sliding it between my lips, I sucked on it greedily as I tasted how amazing a black cock could be.

“Doesn’t it taste amazing, much better than puny white cock,” Kat said as she watched me slide Bob to the back of my throat.

Finding myself desperate I stood back up and guided Bob backwards until the presence of the bed forced him to sit down. I climbed into his lap as I leaned on him to make him lie on the bed.

We kissed as my breasts dangled onto his chest and then, shuffling forward, I guided his cock into my hole. He was big, much bigger than most of the men I had been with, but that just made the moment even more thrilling as I felt his cock fill me.

I rode him, as I glanced to my side to see that Kat was watching almost emotionless. “Are you not excited by this?” I asked as I looked at her.

“Bob has filled me a number of times, he is one of our more endowed men,” Kat replied, “I’ve even taken him in the arse.”

“Anal, with this monster?” I asked as I ground him into me so that he could touch every nerve.

“Yes, have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

“Not by something like this.”

“Well, that’s another thing we can work on.”

Sitting himself up, Bob took hold of me by the waist and rolled me over, landing between my legs, while his cock never left me. He started to pound into me as he took control of the situation, filling me with his length. “Don’t make her cum,” Kat said, and I looked at, shock on my face as I felt Bob increase his pace before after a minute or so he grunted and his cum flooded into me.

Bob drained every drop of cum from his balls before kissing me on the cheek, before climbing off. I could only lie there, frustrated as he got dressed and walked away.

“What was that for?” I said angrily as I lay on the bed, still panting from the experience.

“It’s nothing personal, but if you are going to be part of our lives, then you have to understand, the woman’s sexual pleasure is secondary to the service of the alpha male.”

“You mean, if I cum, I cum, but if I don’t, then I should shut up and put up?”

“You learn quickly Julia,” Kat said with a smile, “your pleasure is indeed secondary.”

Sitting up, I composed myself for a moment before gathering my clothes and getting dressed. This time I remembered my first lesson and rather than putting on my underwear, I shoved it in my handbag.

“Good girl,” Kat said as she guided me out of the room and back towards the reception.

“Did any of the other candidates get this far?”

“No, that first girl, she had been with a lot of black guys, but it was clear it was all about her pleasure. As for the second one, well she refused the idea of being available to all.”

“I’m in with a shot then,” I said as she bid me farewell at the door.

“We’ll be in touch,” Kat replied, and I turned to walk towards the door. This time it was Chloe who was working the door, he blonde hair tired in a pony that hung down the back of her red jacket. She opened the door, and I looked at her chest to see that just like Becki earlier I could see the sides of her breasts.

“Were you also that busty?” I asked her as she bade me farewell.   

“No, I  was very small, but thanks to the company I went up five cup sizes.”

“Wow,” I said and a moment later I was outside and trying to process what I had just done.