Harley and Mark : A BNWO Corp. Story

A few weeks later Harley and her girlfriend were headed out to dinner and drinks to celebrate her girlfriend’s recent divorce. Alicia arrived at Mark’s house dolled up to the nines. Mark greeted her at the door because Harley had been getting ready for hours, and was still in the bathroom singing to music, preparing.

“Hey Alicia, how are... uh you doing??” Mark stumbled over his words as she brushed by him into his home. She was absolutely whored up. She had on black spiked heels and wore a dress that barely covered her ass cheeks. Mark’s eyes were saucers and Alicia knew it. Her toned legs and ample tits were on full display.

“Mark hunny, I am sooooo much better now. How are you doing?” Alicia spoke to him, but completely ignored him as she headed upstairs to find Harley.

“Great thanks!!” Mark mused.

Mark could hear the two of them upstairs giggling like school girls. He rolled his eyes and settled in for some couch time.

Twenty minutes later the two of them came popping down the stairs. Now Mark’s eyes were wider than before as he looked at his humble wife who was now... much like Alicia... completely slutted out.

“HUNNY! WOW! Is that really... uh, appropriate?”

Harley huffed and Alicia jumped into him.

“Who are you to judge how she dresses!? She’s gorgeous and just wants to flaunt it while she has it! Just shut up you stale pale male!”

Mark was taken aback... and speechless. Stale, pale, male? What the heck was that?

His wife gave him the “you better shut the fuck up look” and he immediately broke his eye contact and looked at the floor. Consequently he gazed down at their feet. Both of them had perfect white toes and sexy heels on. Then he saw something on Alicia’s ankle, it was an anklet with a small black spade pendant. And to his shock... his wife’s ankle had a matching one.

Where on earth did that come from? Had Alicia given it to her?

“Listen hun, Alicia and I are going out. I need this, and I need to support her,” Harley spoke with little compassion.

Mark raised his hands in defeat and said, “Ok hun, I’ll leave the light on for you. And be safe.”

The two girls looked at each other and laughed quickly, then they hurried out the door.

What the fuck had just happened!?

Mark paced the house for a bit and then settled into the couch for some TV. He flipped on the news and a sexy black anchor woman was recounting the record number of voluntary disposals. Mark’s blood pressure shot up... THIS IS FUCKING NUTS! he thought.

The anchorwoman went on to mention two other alarming things, the Black New World Order Corp had gotten approval to start using “Snuff Trucks”... a sort of mobile disposal truck. They would choose random routes and set up on a new street each day. Walk-ins were welcome, and they offered a variety of choose-your-method disposals.

And the second item which concerned him more. It was a sort of red flag law that was in the fine print of the recent vote. If your friends and family all thought you were a problem they could “Volunteer” you for disposal...

Mark sat eyes glued to the TV. “That’s not voluntary!” Mark said aloud to himself. His stomach tightened, he felt sick. To his shock, he also was getting a boner.

“When travel is too difficult, Black New World Order Corp will bring the Voluntary White Disposal center to you!”

Mark shut off the TV and in shock to himself, began squeezing his dick through his pants.