Summer in Piccadilly is a hot affair, even the streets steam up after the sun rises. I was glad therefore to be in this little fish and chips shop enjoying my friends company as well as the air-conditioning when four nice married white ladies came in and sat at the next table. Now normally I wouldn’t be eavesdropping, but my ears perked up when this cute little blond starts complaining that she isn’t getting enough at ye old family estate by her wimp hubby.
“You should try shagging the help,” said the long haired brunette on her left, and all four ladies laughed at that, but then the woman continued in almost a whisper. “I tell you Yvette, if I were in your lucky shoes, married with money and bored, I’d be shanking that black Gardner you have.”
That got my undivided attention.
“Chris fired him last week for some silly little screw up,” Yvette whispered nervously, “and what is it with you and this black fantasy trip anyway?”
“See those men,” she obviously meant me and my friends, “I’ll make you a bet that there isn’t one of them under 8″ in length.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Yvette returned, “Chris is at least 6″ in length, and that’s as big as any man gets.”
“Any white man maybe,” replied the brunette under her breath, “so bet me then, I dare ya.”
By now my friends had become interested in the conversation at the next table as well, and all were turned looking at Yvette for her response, as were the women at her table.
“What’s the bet?” Yvette said sticking out her chin.
“Okay, if any of these guys are less than 8″ hard, I’ll be your slave for one month, do your errands what ever. Fair enough?”

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