It was Thursday morning and Myrna had been patiently waiting to hear from her mother whether or not she’d be home for Mister Gantner’s usual weekly visit. However, Gloria hadn’t said anything about him since Saturday night when she’d told her daughter the story of her introduction to Mister Gantner’s father when she was a thirteen year old girl some twenty years earlier.

Now that Myrna had actually shown her body off a little for Mister Gantner, she figured she’d be invited to be there for her mother’s usual Thursday session with him.

Myrna was especially interested in another session with Mister Gantner since Dylan had been away with his family for the past week. After so much time spent wanting attention, she was suddenly getting it and now she wanted even more. She wished she could talk to her boyfriend about it, but there wasn’t any way for her to get in touch with him. Besides, it wasn’t like she was actually going to do anything with the older white man. She’d just be… showing off.

However, Gloria said nothing about changing from the usual Thursday routine and Myrna realized that she was to be left out. Somewhat relieved and maybe a little disappointed, the colored girl went to visit her friend after school that day. When she got home, her mother was cooking dinner as if nothing special had happened that afternoon.

Myrna wanted to ask if Mister Gantner had come by and when he’d want to see her again, but she didn’t want to pester her mother about it like some kid. Gloria said nothing about it until after dinner.

“Mister Gantner’s gonna be comin’ by again on Saturday,” Gloria started. “We’re gonna go shoppin’ for what he wants to see you wearin’.”

Mother and daughter headed for the mall. Myrna felt more than a little self-conscious shopping for clothing that was specifically for Mister Gantner’s enjoyment.

Gloria ultimately picked out a white light cotton blouse and a very short skirt. Myrna was spared her the embarrassment of coming out of the dressing room wearing any of the clothes she tried on. But still, she couldn’t help blushing as the young woman at the counter put their purchases in a bag and she imagined that she knew what the clothes were for.

* * *

Back in her room, Myrna put the new clothes away and tried to imagine what Mister Gantner would have her do while she was wearing them. The story her mother told her about her first encounter with the senior Mister Gantner had her thinking she wouldn’t spend much time in them.

* * *

On Saturday Myrna felt apprehensive and a little anxious when she got out of bed. At breakfast she could hardly eat anything. Her mother seemed much more relaxed as she sipped her coffee.

“What’s wrong with you, Myrna? Ain’t you hungry?”

“Thinkin’ about what’s gonna happen is makin’ me too nervous to eat.”

“Mister Gantner ain’t like his daddy,” Gloria explained. “He ain’t gonna have you strip an’ stand there like a slave girl on display. Not right away, anyways. He likes a little more teasin’ than ol’ Mister Gantner. It’ll start off more like last time, ‘cept you’re gonna be givin’ him more to look at an’ you gonna end up showin’ him everythin’.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll be dressed in the the blouse an’ skirt. He’ll jus’ be talkin’ to you an’ you’ll be givin’ him a nice look up your skirt an’ ‘tween your legs. When you get up an’ move around, you’re gonna make sure he gets a eyeful. Find ways to have to bend over to give him a peek down your top or up your skirt. Maybe he’ll tell you to do somethin’. If he does, you jus’ say “yes, sir” an’ do it.”

“That sounds so embarrassin’!”

“It is embarrassin’! It’s s’posed to be that way. Mister Gantner loves embarrassin’ nigga girls. It gets him all worked up.”

“I thought he jus’ liked seein’ what I got,” said Myrna.

“Oh, he likes that plenty,” agreed Gloria. “But, that ain’t all he likes. Seein’ is good, but bein’ shown is even better for him. In that way, he’s jus’ like his daddy. So, you gonna be showin’ him what he wants to see. An’ if he wants to touch anythin’, you’re gonna make it available.”

“Okay…” Myrna replied.

“Listen, girl,” said Gloria. “The Gantner family been takin’ care of us since before I was born. My mama was right when she tol’ me how we oughta be honored that we got a rich white family takin’ a interest in us. You oughta be glad of the fact that Mister Gantner likes you an’ wants to come visit. He’s been usin’ me for twenty years, an’ it makes me proud that he still wants me after so long.”

“At work, the colored girls there know what he likes an’ they bat their eyes an’ wiggle their asses for him hopin’ to get his attention. They’ll get it, an’ he’ll use ’em sometimes, but I’m the one he keeps goin’ for an’ they know it. He could have any nigga he wanted, but he chose you an’ me to spend his time with. We’re lucky.”

“I know, Mama. I do like that. It’s jus’ so embarrassin’ knowin’ what I look like while I’m doin’ it.”

“You’re gonna look like a nigga pleasin’ a white man, girl. An’ that’s nothin’ to get embarrassed about. Showin’ your stuff off for a gentleman like Mister Gantner is a honor. There ain’t nothin’ shameful about it.”

Though her mother’s words weren’t really easing Myrna’s apprehension, they were starting to give her a tingling between her legs.

“Let’s get you ready,” said Gloria. “Go get yourself cleaned up.”

“Um… are you gonna… uh… shave me?” asked Myrna bashfully.

“Not this time. Mister Gantner wants to see you with a little bush on you. But, he’ll want you shaved some other time, so I’ll do it then. Right now I want you to go take a shower an’ get nice an’ clean for him. Hurry up ’cause I’m gonna braid your hair for him afterwards an’ I want it done long before he gets here.”

Myrna went to the bathroom and stripped off her clothes before getting in the shower. She was very aware of the common theme of the day’s activities. Getting clean for him. Braiding her hair for him. Dressing in embarrassing outfits for him. Showing herself off for him. Everything was for Mister Gantner. She kept picturing the look on his face and the bulge in his pants while he was looking up her skirt the last time. She wanted to see that again and was determined to do everything she could to make it happen.

Gloria was waiting for her when Myrna came out of the bathroom.

“Go put the blouse an’ skirt on,” instructed Gloria. “White panties. No bra.”

Heading into her room, Myrna donned the items her mother told her to. Without a bra, her brown breasts and nipples showed through the light weight material of the blouse. The skirt was so short that if she bent over it would reveal the bottom half of her panties.