Eternally Jaded
Superstar
Fine...
Remember this chick? My former secretary?
Well one of the Indian brehs came up from Houston to celebrate his 35th bday. Hes not fob, very Americanized. Either way, he invites me and the only other black guy (they always invite us), the secretary, and like 4 othet Indians to HH.
I always say no cuz outside of the breh, i dont really fukk with my coworkers like that. Besides, i dont like seeing ppl drunk, and i knew that they all had feelings for the secretary and it would be awkward.
Then the secretary asks me if im going. I say no. She starts begging me to come and to bring my gf (was b4 she was my fiance) so that she wouldn't be the only girl. I told her my gf wouldnt come regardless, and if she felt uncomfortable around the indians she shouldn't go either
Then the breh was like, "X is coming and he's paying for all the drinks and the food. Im gonna bring my girl and come."
Free food is s powerful incentive... do i go too
We get to Yard House in Dallas and its ok. I eat alot and drink a bit and talk mainly to the breh and his girl cuz we are pretty tight. The rest of the table is the 4 indians and the secretary and they are surrounding her, hounding her about her love life, sex-life, asking her who is the most attractive guy at the company and shyt.
By the way, only 1 Indian is fob, rest are american fratbro types.
Secretary keeps trying to talk across the table and include me in the convo. Clearly as a cry for help but im in a relationship and i dont feel comfortable talking about sexlife so i pretty much stay distant.
After it gets late im like.. imma go home but birthday boy says they wanna move the party x house. Scotch, whiskey, poker for money. Im pretty good at poker so im like.. aight ill come.
Secretay is drunk now and shes like, "if hes going, im going." Birthday dude gets mad and says, "ok so u wanna go everywhere he goes? Cuz hes big and black?" I look at him and ask him what he just said.
He says, "dude im joking im joking, u know how it is"
I look at the other breh and realize i just spent an hour in the presence of racist ass indians who i dont like, so i say... "nvm imma head home"
The rest is 2nd hand cuz i wasnt there:
- Apparently secretary went with the 4 indians to their house cu,mz she was wasted.
- Apparently they were buying her drinks all night.
- Once they got thete, they took her phone
- They only played one game of regular poker
- They kept giving her alcohol
- The next game they wanted to play strip poker
- She said no and wanted to call an uber
- She couldnt find her phone (forgot they took it)
- Birthday boy took her to a room and laid her down
- About 30minutes later he came in naked and tried to fukk
- she told him she was on her period but he still tried
- apparently he said shyt like, "if it was Wave u would let him fukk!"
- he only gave up after she hit him
- but they still slept together in the same room
After that all 4 of them denied everything. She has no reason to lie and i fully trust her. But the main reason i do is because X accidently let it slip that they stole her phone. And she found it the next morning and took a pick of birthday boy, ass naked in the bed....
But yeah she was traumatized, and wanted to press charges. Part of me felt a lite bad, but i was moreso shocked that i worked with fukkin gang rapists
Excuse the typos im driving
Crazy story, n outright criminal behavior.
Don't blame you for walking away from that job, cuz sooner or later, people like that get caught up.
Tragic that the dudes couldn't understand that maybe the woman set her barometer by what you did, was because she trusted you were a good guy, whereas they were outright scumbags n knew they'd be on that fukkshyt.
i've NEVER seen an indian dude with a woman that wasn't indian breh...not saying it doesn't happen, but i've never seen it.
And she was the one with the good government job and the big house while he was making pennies cleaning houses. Breh wasn't super tall or swagged out at all, matter fact he was short and starting to go bald and had zero swag, he looked like your typical Indian breh but the fact that he was Guyanese made all the difference personality wise because he was cool as fukk. This other Trinidadian Indian breh I know from college was on some hipster shyt but stayed pulling some cute beckies you wouldn't expect to see with an Indian. And finally, the whitewashed Indian breh who was married to a Reese Witherspoon looking pawg. But he divorced her and had no problem getting beckies because he was adopted and raised by cacs. The common thread is none of them Indian brehs were fobs or raised by two Indian parents from India. 
