A Black and White Ball

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.