Teasing black wolves

In every community there was a Lulu. Someone, well, someone who shook the bottle, just to see the champagne fizz out. That’s what Emily thought anyway. Lulu with the big life grabbing smile and the sassy attitude. Lulu who didn’t seem to mind that you fancied the very same black guys that she admired. As far as Lulu was concerned, it was just dandy that black guys were fucking more and more white women. If Lulu had a political bone in her sweet, curvaceous body, it was a black power one.

They had met at a book club. The tradition was that once every month one member explored a theme of interest with their sisters. Lulu’s was Little Red Riding Hood. It seemed (and Lulu told them with a sumptuous smile) that the folk tale was all about warning young girls at the French court about getting involved with men. Back then, to loose your virginity was to have been ‘shown the wolf’. It fascinated Emily that someone could dream up a story about a young woman’s temptation by cock. No, it was more than that, it intrigued Emily that it was as much as anything about getting cock, the right cock. A red riding hood, well it was provocative, red was a sensual colour.

‘You think about the way you dress sister?’ Lulu had asked.

Emily didn’t, not much, save for comfort.

‘You ever dress to tease a man? You ever dress to tease black wolves?’

Emily hadn’t, although she admitted that she had dreamy thoughts about black athletes she had seen on the sports TV screen. Brian, well Brian was a little dull. He had spent a deal too much time at work recently and well too, some of the men Lulu seemed to know were incredibly sexy.

‘Clothes they are all about putting some men down and raising others up,’ Lulu insisted, ‘a woman who knows what she wants, and is willing to dress that way, she gonna have a better life.’

It amazed Emily that one could be so calculated. There had clearly been too many romantic novels. There had been too many silly notions that love was something that happened to you. Sex, well sex was out in the wilderness somewhere. It was out in the raw wilderness where nasty and necessary things happened.

‘I’m going to show you girl…I’m going to show you. Then you see what those Chinese fellers say when they warn be careful what you wish for!’ Lulu winked.

Lulu took her shopping. Brian had an inheritance come in and he gave ten grand to Emily. He’d thought that she might buy some philosophy classes or something. Emily, well she was bookish wasn’t she?

‘We’re starting with smell babe, ‘ said Lulu and she took her into the perfumers. It sounded a strange clothes shopping start point. ‘You’re English rose Emily darling, and so obviously well bred. So we need a scent that smells expensive, that allures (Lulu rolled her eyes) and which puts you beyond the reach of assholes like Brian.’

Emily blinked wide eyed at the woman. The image, the look was multi sense. Lulu was so radical too. She just press ganged three men buying perfumes for their wives, their mistresses, into their service. They were amused, happy to play along, and they waited patiently as Lulu narrowed down Emily’s style to something floral with a musky, a sensual, bottom note. Dutifully the men breathed in her fragrance, lifting Emily’s wrist to just below the nose. It surprised Emily that all three men registered one scent as vastly superior and almost instantly.

‘That’s the want you scent, ‘ Lulu told her firmly. They all lit up babe to that one. It’s the cruel scent too,  because when you dress right, that’s the scent that will also tell the less masculine of the breed that you outta their league.’

As they walked on through the expensive shopping arcade, Emily wondered whether Brian was ‘in her league’? Clearly Lulu thought not! Clearly Lulu thought that it was time for her to move on.  The next place they visited was a jeans store. To Emily it hardly seemed the obvious choice. She had still imagined pretty dresses.

‘Black man like his ass bitch’ Lulu teased her, ‘and you girl, you gotta a pretty fine, uber pert butt.’

Emily pulled them on one by one, the incredibly tight, contouring jeans that made her buttocks look like sweet peaches. Lulu showed her how to angle her hips so that her butt got attention. When she had new high heels, that butt was going to ‘work some voodoo’. Emily bought five pairs, none less than £100 and all accenting her figure. A fine butter soft black leather pair she kept on for the day, Lulu telling her to chuck the boyfriend trousers that she had come out in.

Tits were next. Lulu spoke like that. ‘Tits’. It made Emily blush. Her breasts were there. They moved when she ran and that was awkward. Some day they would feed a baby, but she had never thought of them as ‘assets’. Now Lulu taught her how. You worked with sexy bras. You wore bras that put ‘your paps up on show’. Emily tried the bras on, especially the lace trimmed balcony versions. Her cleavage looked pronounced. Her breasts seemed to point.

‘You gotta be a woman for the black wolf babe, you gotta have them proud. He gonna play with them and sometime, he gonna want his kid feeding on them.’ Lulu smiled and checked Emily’s expression. She hoped that the girl was real serious about this. She knew such a hard and horny black dude. Leon was such a man and then some!!!

‘That black lace confection bitch, and this black sheer blouse, wear them now, outta this shop cos you are looking so superior and so hot assed’ Lulu insisted. Emily followed instruction. She abandoned her sensible, her sloppy Joe top. Walking in the jeans, the bra and blouse, she felt different. She noticed the glances from passers by.

‘Heels next and then jewellery Emily babe…but you see those glances, they all registering how proud and feminine you are.’ Lulu whispered as they proceeded down the street. ‘Now you look at the way that dude looked at you. He was a so so guy, a nice and meek guy, you see. What did you notice about his glance babe?’

Emily couldn’t say. She had never looked to cause an effect this way. She had never really noticed how people looked at her.

‘He looked appreciative at you Madame. He looked at you and his eyes widened. Then you know what babe, he dropped his gaze. You are too good for him. Fella like that he knows. He knows you are too good for him.’