We flew into the island on William’s
private Gulfstream and took a limo to his beach house on Lyford Cay. We arrive the evening before the Black and
White Ball and spent the rest of the night fucking and talking about what I
could expect. I could tell William was a
little on edge about the Ball and much as I tried to reassure him, he never
relaxed. I asked him to show me his
house, but he was distracted as we walked the grounds. Finally, we went to bed as the sun was
peaking over the horizon.
We slept most of the day away,
jetlagged and preparing for a long evening.
William finally woke me as the sun was setting and showed me the dress
he brought for me to wear. To say that
the dress left nothing to the imagination was an understatement. The front was cut down past my naval; the
back almost showed my butt cheeks cleavage. The lower part of the dress was slit up both
legs so that as I walked you could see virtually all of me. I hadn’t worn underwear for years, so my body
was very accessible. I never doubted for
a moment that this was precisely the effect William had in mind, and I was
happy to accommodate him. I am proud of
my body, even after two pregnancies, and I was relieved to see William was
too. I was more than a little nervous
about living up to the competition I would encounter at the Ball. Although he never mentioned it, I knew
William was eager to show me off and wanted me to make a strong statement about
him.
We arrived at a subdued but incredibly
posh country club after a short drive in the limo and I was eager to see what
the other men and women looked like. I
was not disappointed. The men were all handsome, tall and obviously
very wealthy. The women were almost exclusively
blonde, almost painfully thin and extremely attractive. I held William’s arm and squeezed it with
anxiety, smiling up at him as we strolled into the hall.
The place was huge, much bigger
than it looked from the entrance. There
were dozens of tables for eight, a big dance floor and a full orchestra playing
swing music. It felt so surreal. I’ve lived in the south my whole life, but
never had I seen such a segregated crowd.
The waiters and the members of the band were all male and all mullatos,
with pale skin and shaved heads. The male
guests were all black, very black. The
women were all white.
