Black or white. it doesn't really matter

I've been lazy lately and haven't written much but I got around to it tonight and did this.
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Betty came here tonight with some of her girlfriends. They had no real plans but they dressed nice in the hopes of meeting some handsome stranger.

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The other girls in the group were far too cautious and shy to approach anyone but they laughed and smoked with each other imagining if they really did go home with a man that night.

Betty was stronger than them. Braver. She knew her friends would never reach out for a man even If he was just for the night but she wasn’t like them. Betty had a goal in mind and a target in sight.
Betty would have watched Eugene play.

She was drawn to him the moment her and her friends stepped into the bar. It wasn’t that he was overly handsome or strange to her since Betty lived in the city.

She was use to men like him but it was the way he played.
The music washed over her body and made her feels things she had never felt before. Her heart beat heavily along with the beat and her hips swayed with the swing of it all. And at that moment she had chosen him. Eugene would be her pray.

This night Betty’s friends had noticed her staring and were making jokes but she barely herd them as she stared off at Eugene. She waited until he was finished and wondered over to him. Her little green dress swaying as she made her to move along to the music as a new band began to play.

She wasted no time in tapping Eugen on the shoulder and he didn’t have time to say a word as she placed a slender finger against his lips. Her nails were long and painted a deep red which matched her lips.

She made a shhh motion and took a hold of his hands. He didn’t reject her as he was pulled to the dance floor.

Betty pulled Eugene’s body close to hers and it was as though the two of them were in a trance as they danced. Their bodies melding into one as the music took them over.

#Neither even noticed when people began to stare. A white women and a black man dancing wasn’t a common sight, not even in the city of Boston. But they didn’t notice or care.

The only thing that matter was the passion that was overwhelming them, oozing from their souls and out into their bodies. The music created a fire inside Betty and that fire was contagious pulling Eugene in and igniting desire.

The End

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