“Having a great time watching the game with my friend Gunner…” Jévon panned his phone away from the sixty-inch television which showed the football game, to Gunner who waved.
“Hey.” The fair-haired and bearded Gunner smiled, as Jévon panned his phone down to Gunner’s wife and small-time actress Amber Marks-Haskell.
“and his wife Amber.” Amber was down on her knees sucking Jévon’s big black cock.
“Hey.” She smiled and waved into the camera as kept stroking his cock with her other hand.
The clip ended with a shot of Jévon who nodded and smiled into the camera.
“Anyway, when Kendra interviewed him he told her that he had seen Cristal a few more times after the video. You should definitely check out the interview, it was very… good.” Shelby smiled.
“Way ahead of you.” Jennie had picked up her phone and gone to Kendra’s website, where she had all of her interviews.
“Oh my.” Jennie smiled. She had scrolled to the point in the video where Kendra was on her stomach, her thick black butt was up in the air and Jévon was slamming her pussy hard.
Last year, Kendra had made quite the splash in popular television when her self-titled show “Kendra” aired for the first time. It was her interviews with up-and-coming black men, in all fields of entertainment that had made the show a success. Kendra would start the interview in an often snug and very sexy outfit. Throughout the interview, the sensuous black woman would take off a piece of clothing, and when she was completely nude, the interview would continue in a bedroom setting.
“She sure knows how to interview.” Jennie felt her nipples harden as she watched the video.
“She sure does.” Shelby smiled.
“Oh, guess we are here.” Shelby saw the amazing-looking hotel of the Black Rooster Resort appear around the corner.
“Wow.” Jennie looked out of her window.
Though the hotel was wide and large, it was only a small part of the resort. The grounds of the resort encompassed a lake with a sandy white beach. Several pool areas, both indoor and outdoor. Spas, restaurants, bars, gyms, and dance halls. It was basically its own community.
As Shelby slowly drove them up to the front of the hotel, they passed quite a few guests who were either walking up to, or down the small paths next to the hotel. The guests were all wearing bikinis or other types of skimpy clothing items. Some of the women who were walking alongside black men were even topless.
“You can say that again.” Shelby smiled as she looked over at one hot and bare-chested black man, who walked and smiled with his arms around the waists of two cheerful and half-naked women.
Just as Shelby pulled up to the front of the hotel, a valet came over and opened the car door for her.
“May I park your car for you, miss?” The rather scrawny and brown-haired guy appeared to be in his early twenties. He kind of reminded Shelby of her boyfriend Ben, who she had promised to call when she got to the resort. He was somewhat of a worrier.
“Sure, we just have some bags to get first,” Shelby told him.
“Of course,” The valet waved his hand as a bellhop came over. The guy looked to be a couple of years older than the valet. Maybe, mid-twenties. He wore the full bellhop outfit, including the small hat.
“Oh no you don’t, that’s my camera equipment,” Jennie said as the bellhop reached for her bags in the backseat.
“Sorry miss, my mistake.” He apologized and asked if her could take Shelby’s bags instead, which she gladly handed him.
“Going to be quite the week.” Shelby looked over at Jennie who hung the strap to her camera bag over her shoulder.
“Sure is,” She smiled as the two of them walked through the doors to the hotel.
“Wow.” Jennie once again gasped when they entered the large foyer. It had a very classical yet modern feel to it. There was a round pool in the middle of the foyer that was made out of marble.
In the center of the pool, there was a statue of a nude black man, gazing upwards with a confident look on his face. It was a replica of Michelangelo’s Marcus, which depicted the black man. The statue showed a man that was strong, muscled, who had a huge cock that hung down between his legs. To further bolster the view of the black man, Michelangelo had put in two nude women who were holding onto Marcus’s legs, looking up at him in admiration. The woman on the left is said to have been Michelangelo’s wife Giuliana.
Michelangelo’s statue of Marcus was quite the contrast to his statue of David, which depicted the white man. The statue of David showed a nude man with a flabby body physique, who had a small and flaccid penis.
“Eh, Miss Harrington?” Shelby and Jennie turned and saw a tall and slender woman waving at them. The blonde and curly-haired woman wore glasses along with a business blouse and a long skirt. Her blouse was partially unbuttoned in the front, showing off her small and perky breasts. In her hand, she had a notebook which she dropped as she clumsily almost bumped into some people on her way over to Shelby and Jennie.
“Yes.” Shelby looked over at the woman who took a deep breath.
“Phew, I’m so glad I didn’t miss you, it’s been a hectic few days.”
“Oh sorry, I’m Henrietta Conley, I’m the assistant manager of the resort.” Henrietta introduced herself.
“I can’t tell you how exciting I was to hear that our resort was going to be featured in Molly. I have been a subscriber for almost seven years now.” Henrietta smiled.
Molly Magazine had been the most popular magazine for women for the past fifty years. It was adored by housewives and businesswomen alike. It had even started to get a rather big following in the younger women demographic as well.
“Thank you miss Conley…” Shelby smiled.
Shelby almost couldn’t believe it when her editor told her that she had been assigned to do such a prestigious feature for the Magazine. A feature she intended to knock out of the park.
“Oh please call me Henrietta.”
“Well, then you must call me Shelby.” Shelby smiled at the overly energetic Henrietta and looked over at Jennie.
“This is my photographer Jennie Park.”
“It’s a pleasure Ms. Park.” Henrietta shook Jennie’s hand.
“Hi, the architecture and lighting here are amazing, mind if I take some photos?” Jennie asked her.
“Oh, of course not. It is quite the hotel, isn’t it.” Henrietta looked over at Jennie with a proud glint in her eye over the hotel.
“Oh, and here’s a list of all the events at the resort during your stay. You will of course have full access to all of them.” Henrietta handed Shelby a three-page list.
“And if there is anything you need, here’s my private number, I’m reachable twenty-four-seven,” Henrietta told them.
“That’s very kind of you Henrietta.” Shelby smiled when she saw Henrietta glance past her at something.
“Hi, Mr. Ford.” Henrietta brushed her hair back over her ear when she looked at the muscle-bound black man walking by in his red lifeguard shorts.
“Miss Henrietta.” Bryant Ford gave Henrietta a small nod and smile.
Oh gosh… Henrietta gently ran her teeth over her lower lip as she turned and watched him walk through the hotel. Her hand found its way up to her chest and where she lightly squeezed her soft breast.