*Friends will save you; True Friends will save you from yourself *
Getting Xavier's phone was pathetically easy. After his morning run, he spent thirty minutes in the home gym. It was his routine every day. While he kept the phone close by, he didn't always keep in the same room. All Toni had to do was scroll through the calls of the past few days. Only one set of calls were at all strange. He had been in contact with Ms. Pieper several times. He called her right before his date on Friday night. Toni was trying to understand what kind of trouble she must be in for him to take time from his date to talk with the Hag.
Needless to say the next day when she heard that Ms. Chloe Pieper had been replaced by an actual human being it was shocking to not only Toni, but the entire student body. Someone even thought she had a hickey. Everyone speculated what kind of desperate fool would resort to dating the sentient version of rope burn.
When Toni walked into the class and sat down, Ms. Pieper looked up at her saying, "Hello Toni," but the expected verbal beat-down didn't follow. Ms. Pieper went back to her work without further comment. Toni's jaw dropped. When several classmates looked at her for an explanation she could only shrug helplessly.
When class ended Ms. Pieper asked her to stay for a moment -- asked not ordered.
"Ms. Walker, how is your home situation working out? After my talk with your uncle I want to keep in touch and make sure things are going well for you," Ms. Pieper asked.
"Things are going ... well Ms. Pieper. He's taking extra care with me. This weekend he helped me work on prepping on my midterm projects," she informed her teacher.
"Well," she smiled in a way that Toni found creepy, "let Xavier know I'm keeping tabs on you."
"Yes ma'am," Toni agreed. Xavier? What the hell was she doing calling her uncle by his first name?
"And Ms. Walker, feel free to call me Chloe."
"Yes ... Chloe," Toni gulped.
"Hurry to your next class Toni. We don't want you to be late." Toni fled from the room. She didn't know what to make of that conversation. Wasn't she already in contact with Uncle Xavier? Back in the classroom, Chloe reveled in the doubt and confusion she'd sown.
At the bank Gloria took a few minutes to go over Xavier's work. Outwardly, everything was up to his impeccable standards, but inwardly she could tell he was disillusioned. He'd loved to come to work, he'd love to work for her and under her, and now something or someone had taken that away.
The thing was she couldn't understand what weakness he had. He didn't drink, gamble, or do drugs. She was pretty sure he'd only dated her. That didn't leave many options. She felt compelled to ask around. She knew some people in law enforcement. If he was in trouble, she needed to know about it -- for the bank, of course.
"Gloria, you asked to see me?" Xavier said after he knocked on her door.
"Sure Xavier; how are those Nikkei numbers?" she asked.
"We are looking at a three percent increase over this week alone," he informed her. She had to smile. Xavier had predicted this and the bank had invested based on his information.
"I miss you," she let slip. He looked at her with pain in his eyes.
"I've never stopped thinking about you," he confessed. He sounded so vulnerable and honest. She didn't know how to respond to that. He clearly wanted her and her companionship, but some unforeseen force was keeping them apart. "I need to get back to work," he sighed. She nodded and he was gone. Gloria was uncertain about what to do next.
That evening as they were eating yet another successful attempt of Xavier's at stir-fry, Toni remembered her earlier conversation.
"Ms. Pieper wanted me to let you know that she's pleased you're looking out for me." Her uncle stopped eating.
"She did?" Xavier asked softly, barely above a whisper.
"Yes, the crazy bitch wants me to call her Chloe," Toni continued.
"Don't refer to someone as a 'crazy bitch'," Xavier told her.
"I tell you, the woman's turned the bend. Worse, I think some poor desperate fool is banging her ass," Toni persisted.
"Toni, talk about people the way you would want them to talk about you. Ms. Pieper is not crazy, and I'm sure her sex life is none of your business," he instructed her.
"Fine Xavier; all I can only say whoever is doing this is doing the school a favor, still I guess if she is willing to leave me alone, I should leave her alone," Toni conceded.
"Please don't give her any reason to change her opinion of you," Xavier urged.
"I don't know," Brad snickered. "I hear she's the biggest bitch in all middle school and I don't go there until next year."
"Brad," Xavier cautioned, "don't start. The important thing is we get Toni through this year." Toni wondered what had gotten into her uncle. He normally let her brother and her speak their minds. It was one of the really cool things about him.
The next day at school was almost as weird for Toni. Ms. Pieper was seen going down the hallway and 'ignoring' several obvious infractions ... almost like a normal teacher. Not to be outdone, Toni approached Ms. Pieper at lunch. In front of the whole cafeteria she came up and said,
"Hello Chloe, my uncle says he appreciate all the special attention you've been giving me."
The closest teacher cringed and gave a pitying glance to Toni, thinking the student was about to get beheaded.
"Why thank you, Toni," was Chloe's serene reply. "I have an update I want you to give your uncle. Pick it up at the end of my class." The teacher nearly fell out of his seat. Toni was an immediate celebrity among the student body. For Chloe it was a matter of building someone up so they could fall farther.
That evening Xavier read the note when Toni handed it to him and re-read it in the study once the kids were safely around the TV.
-Call me this evening and ask me to make dinner for you at my place. --
Xavier didn't have to be brilliant to understand he would be totally vulnerable at her house. Strangely the one saving grace he could find in the matter was that it was a school night. She could only hold him for so long, which was good because he had no idea how long he could hold her off.
"Hello?" Chloe said in a far less hostile tone than last time she'd answered the phone. Xavier figured she was expecting him.
"Chloe, it is Xavier. Our last date was memorable, but I wonder if we could have dinner at your place tomorrow night?" he managed to ask in a civil tone.
"Wow, that is a bit forward, but I agree that our last date was memorable. I'm remembering it right now in fact," she teased. "I'd be happy to make you some of Thai Fried Oysters. I'm sure you'll love it. When can I expect you?"
"Eight o'clock," he informed her.
"Make it seven," she corrected. "I'm sure we can find a way to kill the time."
"I'm looking forward to it," he lied poorly.
"Well after the wonderful time you showed me Friday, I look forward returning the favor," she promised.
"I look forward to paying you back too," Xavier responded. Chloe hesitated. She was angry, but also terribly thrilled. A lesser man would have given in, but Xavier was showing he still had teeth.
"I can't wait to see how this turns out," she murmured sexily. She'd relish this defiance as much as she would exult in mental anguish she would put him through. "Bye now."
Chloe was called to the office right as she was going with her student's to lunch. She was mildly curious about what it could be about. The secretary had a strange gleam her eye and a smirk on her face when Chloe came in.
"There is a delivery for you, Ms. Pieper," he woman said. She reached behind the partial wall that separated her seat from the general audience and handed a box, a card and a black rose to Chloe.
Chloe blinked. She felt a half smile cross her face. She put the rose and the box aside and opened the card.
-Thinking of you. Can't wait for tonight. --
Clever boy, she thought. She was furious. He had taken the initiative and made her feel so sexy and sensuous yet given her no avenue of immediate release. A moan escaped her lips.
"Someone seems to be pursuing you," the secretary commented, looking for some hint on who it might be. "Do you know who?" Chloe nodded her head. "Well, the delivery came from Chantal's."
"Who?" Chloe inquired.
"That's a place on 42nd Street; really high class. What's in the box?" asked the secretary. Chloe put the card down and picked up the box. Inside was a silver bracelet made of five intertwined threads.
"Oh," gasped the other woman, "that is beautiful." Chloe examined it then put it on her wrist. She held up her arm and examined how it looked on her. She felt her insides twitch uncomfortably. How dare he, she fumed. She felt like storming down to his office at the bank and making him fuck her on his desk with all of his co-workers watching.
Chloe was still racking her brain for the appropriate torment when she made her way into the cafeteria and took her place at the teacher's table. Someone said something to her.
"What?" she said as she looked to see who would dare talk to her. It was Mr. Giovanni.
"Nice flower," he repeated.
"It is a black rose," she told him. "It came with the bracelet," she exhibited with a sudden exuberance to show off her superiority to her fellow educators. She had someone special and not some dried-up spouse like the rest of this crowd.
"Is it anyone we know?" he asked politely.
"I doubt it," she smiled with false modesty. "He's in the financial sector."
"That looks like white gold," Mrs. Samuelson, a sixth grade civics teacher said.
"Oh really? Well, he has very good taste in all kinds of things," Chloe stated. Mr. Giovanni smirked.
"He must be looking for something," he hinted.
"We aren't that far along in our relationship," she smiled sarcastically.
"I wish you both luck," he said before moving off through the student throngs. Chloe couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit less angry with Xavier. He'd helped her slap down someone else after all.
Sienna sat down rapidly at Toni's table and leaned in conspiratorially.
"Someone gave PMS Pieper a bracelet and flower!" she squeaked.
"Get out of here," Toni whispered back. "The crazy bitch probably sent it to herself."
"I hate to think of some guy being so desperate to 'tap' that," Sienna giggled.
"You're very punctual," Chloe noted as she made Xavier stand in the doorway as she eyed him up and down. He did look very nice, so scrumptious. Having made him wait long enough she stepped aside and let him come in. Partially inside, he turned and kissed her lightly on the lips. From behind his back he produced a bottle of wine. Had he managed a smile the moment would have been perfect.
Chloe shut the door and walked past him. She could feel his eyes follow the lines of her backless dress to her narrow waist and her curvaceous hips. She'd blown a fortune on this dress so he better fucking love it. She stole a look over her shoulder.
"Wow," he muttered in such a genuine way that made Chloe turn back and slap him playfully.
"I still owe you for the bracelet and rose ... delivered to work. You have to pay for that," she grinned wickedly. Xavier appeared confused.
"I thought it would be something you liked," she muttered. "It was supposed to make you happy."
"Oh, I was fantastically happy, but that doesn't change the fact that I didn't ask it and our relationship is based on you doing what I want to do, not what you want to do," she said with a feigned helpless shrug.
"So I can't even do something to make you happy? That's sick," he declared.
"Xavier, when you do what I want you make me happy. It is not like your confusion or pain is something I enjoy," Chloe blatantly lied. Having upset Xavier so early in the evening was a good thing. "Now I'll get you a wine opener and some wine glasses. Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes."
"That's good to know," Xavier said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.
"I'm going to the kitchen. Find ways to amuse me while we are in there," she purred. Chloe sashayed into the kitchen. She heard Xavier growl angrily before following her into her small kitchenette.
Chloe waited with failing patience while Xavier sat back and let her finish preparing the food. The fool was doing nothing which made her angrier and angrier. She dished out the food and placed the plates on opposite sides of the table loudly when she suddenly realized he was right behind her. He pinned her hips to the table.
"What?" she snapped.
"Please," he whispered then did nothing. She began boiling. "Are you angry with me now?" he said next.
"Damn right I am," Chloe seethed.
"That makes you feel good, doesn't it?" Xavier pointed out. Chloe froze.
"I'm doing what you asked me to do," he breathed into her ear. His hands eased along each hip, moving around to her stomach. Chloe pushed her ass up against him. His light touch moved along her ribs until he was cupping each of her heavy breasts. He let a thumb and each finger move up to each nipple and caressed them.
"Don't you dare disappoint me," she moaned. Xavier responded by pinching each nipple and pulling them away from her. Chloe gasped in pain and plunged over the table. After one more painful twist, his hands withdrew to her sides. "Don't stop you idiot!" she cried out. Instead of obeying he ran his fingers to the side of her body, up to the tops of her arms and slipped her dress off her shoulders.
Xavier yanked the dress down to her sides, pulling her arms back as he did so. Her arms were pinned by her clothing to hers side.
"Let me up," she commanded him.
"No," Xavier managed to growl at her. Chloe was struggling to get free. She began succeeding when Xavier pulled her dress down and kicked her legs open. One hand reached down her ass and rubbed against her wet cunt.
"Aaahhh ..." Chloe moaned as he stroked and stuck a finger inside her pussy, "Bastard." She heard him unbuckle and unzip his pants. She felt his cock come free at the same time as she got her hands underneath her. Chloe pushed up as Xavier put one hand on her hip and used the other one to steer his penis between her legs. They both froze. Carefully he put his other hand on her hip as well.
Chloe was taking in deep breaths as she evaluated her situation and it dawned on her this was exactly what she'd asked for; she couldn't let him know that though.
"Get off of me," she panted. Xavier's fingers dug into her hips but then he withdrew. Chloe turned around and examined him.
"Take off your pants and shoes," she ordered. Xavier did so, but there was clearly malice in his eyes. She could tell that he despised her and despised how she was forcing him to act. He was simply so empathic he could interpret what she wanted ... through his own innocent filter of course.
Xavier stood naked from the waist down. Chloe used one foot to move her dress aside. All she had left were her white six-inch heels which allowed her to look him straight in the eyes.
"You can't win," Chloe gloated. "I won't let you win."
"I'm beginning to see that now," he shot back.
Chloe's face took on a decidedly wicked cast, which only seemed to make Xavier angrier.
"What do you plan to do now?" Chloe purred.
"I was considering homicide," Xavier growled. That was not the answer Chloe expected. She thought about it then chuckled.
"You don't have it in you," Chloe laughed. "You are one of those poor souls who go through life thinking everyone should get along and help each other out."
"You say that like my attitude is a bad thing," he replied with more calm.
"It isn't helping you out much right now is it?" she continued to laugh.
"You haven't won yet," he responded. Chloe stopped laughing but was still amused.
"I will admit, you are not the wimp I thought I would get. You should feel lucky. I don't suffer fools," she informed Xavier as she stepped forward and place a hand on his cock. He shook his head.
"I don't understand you. You want me to spend time with you, but you don't want me to make you happy. Why don't you let me try and make you happy so we can get over this sick fascination?" Xavier asked seriously. Chloe opened her mouth then closed it. She didn't have to explain herself to him.
"I want you to fuck me now," she insisted. Xavier started to take his shirt off. "Forget the shirt, fuck me now."
"I want to feel your flesh on my flesh," he explained as he continued to defy her. Chloe grabbed a fork off the table and pressed it in between two ribs. He grunted but finished getting his shirt off.
Chloe pushed the fork in until it drew blood then she twisted. Xavier refused to cry out in pain even when the blood began trickling down his side. She withdrew the fork and licked it. He took her by one arm and slowly but steadily twisted it behind her.
"What are you doing?" Chloe demanded.
"I'm going to fuck you like a vicious, blood-hungry whore deserves to be fucked," he snarled. Xavier kept turning her around until she was lying on her stomach on top of the table, one armed pinned behind her and the other propping up her head so she could look back at Xavier. She groaned gutturally when he steadily pushed into her.
Even when she knew what she was getting, his penetrations were always a welcome surprise. He began to piston into her, picking up the pace as he went. It was so good that she didn't feel the hand reach around her until he was massaging her clit at the height and depth of each stroke. Chloe came to the realization that someone had trained him well in the arts of appreciating a woman.
The first time she came, he had her over the table. She lashed out and the food went everywhere. Chloe was struggling to recover when he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her up against the wall where he started hammering her again from behind. He was remorseless and yet she dared not stop him and show her weakness.
He took her again on the kitchen floor and when she begged off because of the pain, he cradled her to the sofa and fucked her again. For whatever reason he refused to come, and his stamina was something she could have never predicted. Xavier left her out the door leaving her unfocused and confused on the sofa. She wasn't cognizant of what had transpired until she heard the door shut. She looked at the clock. It was 9:30 ... dinner was ruined. Chloe crawled up to bed and fought off sleep, dreaming up all kinds of revenge.
Xavier took some milk out of the refrigerator and poured himself a glass.
"Hey Xavier," Toni grinned. "If you walk Patty home one more night she's going to tell everyone you're are dating."
"Please God, not another woman," Xavier groaned. "Isn't it past your bedtime?"
"I wanted to make sure you were okay," Toni responded.
"I'm good. I'm off to take a shower. You need to be in bed when I get out, okay?" Xavier asked.
"Sure thing," Toni agreed. Xavier finished his milk and went off to the bathroom. Toni noted he was favoring his left side.
Once the water was running, Chloe found Xavier's phone and started checking through his call logs. The phone rang and Toni had a dilemma. She chose to it send it to voice mail while listening.
"Xavier," the voice began, "you need to pay for what you did to me tonight." Toni knew exactly who the voice belonged to.
"My whole body still aches from everything we did; you are such a bad boy," Chloe continued. "I'll figure out some proper form of punishment for you, and maybe a punishment for Toni as well, as a reminder of who is really in charge. Kiss the little cretin good night for me and wish her luck at school tomorrow because she might need it. Oh, and we are going out Friday. I'm already wet just thinking about what diversions you will have this time. Good night."
There was a pause then Toni killed the connection. Toni felt her skin crawl and felt like she was going to vomit. She replayed the conversation in her mind. Her uncle must be having sex with Ms. Pieper in order to protect her, and he was going to get punished now, and so was she, plus the Bitch called her a cretin.
Toni was scared and confused. She did what any middle school kid would do. She plotted revenge. For starters, she downloaded the conversation. Next she made a list of all the students who hated Ms. Pieper then she narrowed the list down to those who hated her AND would do something about it. Now she had to figure out what they would plan to do.
Gloria Newman sat opposite Donald Yarrow at lunch. Donald did 'favors' for the bank when it came to extraordinary investigations concerning bank clients and interests. Today his business was of a more personal matter.
"He's having a sexual relationship with a Chloe Pieper. I don't have much information on her yet. She is a school teacher at Martha Washington Middle School -- mainly eight grader math and science. Xavier Walker appears to be having a perfectly normal extracurricular affair," he finished.
"Appears?" pounced Gloria.
"Well, he showed up at her place at six forty-three, but listed to classical music until six fifty eight, before exiting the car and hurrying to the door. At nine thirty-two he hastily exited the site made it to his car and dry-heaved outside for three minutes before driving his car home. His clothes were a mess," he added.
"What can you tell me about Ms. Chloe Pieper?" Gloria asked.
"No much right now. It only happened last night, but I've got someone on it. If she's blackmailing him I'll find it," he promised.
At school it was a simple matter of waiting like a coiled beast. Chloe made herself readily available for Toni Walker to taunt, but found the experience totally unrewarding. Toni and her clique looked positively school-worthy with regulation hem-length and little to no make-up. Electronic devices were nowhere in evidence so Chloe had to settle for bringing a seventh grader to tears instead.
Inside the class room it became even harder. Not only had Toni seemed to have studied, most of the people she was close to had done their homework as well. There were no seams she could work this day. At the end of class Chloe ordered Toni to stay behind.
"Have you uncle and you being working on that special assignment I sent home?" Chloe said sweetly.
"No," Toni confessed innocently. "He had an important meeting last night and was terribly exhausted when he got home. I think he went straight to bed." Toni studied the witch for any signs of reaction. She got one; the witch had an evil twitch of the lip and dispatched Toni to her next class.
Toni needed two people to make her next part of the plan work. One required a man who loved his job, loved students, and who hated Ms. Pieper -- Assistant Principle Giovanni. Toni confessed her fears to the man, plus what little evidence she had. Giovanni was skeptical, but promised to keep an open mind.
The second person was required to have skill no eighth grader possessed, as well as the legal right to use them. Toni needed a car and driver and Patty fit the bill. Toni had dangled out Xavier being in distress because of a sorted sexual extortion scheme and Patty had been nearly trampled on Toni with her eagerness to help. All Patty needed was an actual car, and Toni used her Mom's old one to fit the bill
Patty nervously handled the close surveillance, because there was no way Chloe would fail to spot Toni following her. It did seem that Chloe had a bracelet priced at Chantal's. It went for seven hundred dollars, or so the clerk said. A black silk rose would have gone for forty more. The female clerk even confessed that a handsome young man had purchased the good personally and hand-written the note.
Ms.Pieper appeared to be hold up in her tiny five room townhouse for the rest of the night. Toni and Patty raced home to steal a glance at Xavier's phone. When they got in, Xavier pulled Patty aside and asked if she could work Friday night again. He was very apologetic for such short notice. Patty gushed with understanding and Toni was happy to now treat Patty as a long lost older sister.
In the study that night, Xavier called Chloe. He was well prepared for their routine.
"Hello," Chloe said peaceably.
"Hello Chloe, this is Xavier. I hoped you enjoyed Wednesday. I know it was a bit awkward at times, but I considered it a strong learning experience," Xavier suggested.
"There was definitely role-playing involved. As long as roles are fully understood I don't know why we can't see more of each other. Is there a reason you called?" she asked.
"How would you like to grab a dinner and a movie Friday night?"
"That sounds pedestrian, but interesting; what movies are you think about?" Chloe inquired.
"Seven Bullets -- it is a Chinese film about romance, love, brotherhood and betrayal set in a modern Chinese landscape. I hear it is a very dark film," he explained.
"What makes you think I would be interested in seeing it?" she questioned.
"I think it speaks to your soul," Xavier told her. "This isn't some 'good guys win in the end' Hollywood block buster; this is a very gritty and dark tale of the dark side of human emotions."
"I'm not sure I would like that," Chloe insisted.
"Pity; I guess I'll go alone. Maybe we can go out on another night," he casually stated. There was a long pause.
"I said we are not going," she clarified.
"I'll call you tomorrow and see if you want to do something Saturday," Xavier said evenly. Chloe wanted to come through the line and slap him so hard it left a mark. How dare he? She would find a way to make Toni suffer for this. She'd been careful today. Tomorrow, it wouldn't matter; Chloe would invent something if she had to.
"We should take in another concert in the park," Chloe redirected Xavier.
"No, we've done that. I don't want to start boring you. Maybe we can do a picnic sometime after Toni's soccer game," Xavier informed her.
"I think you should give careful consideration to what I want," Chloe threatened.
"You don't want me to win; that's fine, but if you are going to make it so that I can't win, I quit. I'll put Toni in a private school next year and use accelerated learning to catch her up for the tenth grade," he countered and let that sink in.
"Don't think that for a minute this is over," she snarled.
"I think you will like the movie," he repeated.
"Fine," she conceded, "but I hold you accountable. Is the next thing on your itinerary a slow walk to your car and maybe some groping in the back seat?"
"I have a room reserved at the Carlton and the sitter says she can stay until seven in the morning," he enticed her. The Carlton was a nice place, a really nice place. Her lover; she was thinking of Xavier as her lover now, never stinted on treats for her. Even the subtle things he provided were a cut above anything any man had given her before.
"I will see you around seven," Chloe asked.
"Six-fifteen; we have earlier reservations at Ullman's. Is this okay with you?"
That would be wonderful," Chloe answered sweetly.
"Goodbye then," he said and Xavier was gone. Chloe laughed. She knew his game; he was trying to bury her in kindness and supplications, but she didn't care about those. She wanted to grind the man down and see him break before her. She wanted him to be hers and hers alone.
Seven Bullets was a crime saga set in China which resolved around a woman who started out at the bottom of a gang and rose to the top through betrayal and murder to run a small criminal empire. She had a heated romance with the police detective assigned to bring her down. In the end she sacrifices her fellow criminals and murders her cop lover to start a new scheme in the next city.
The story made Chloe hot. The leads were very attractive and their on-screen chemistry was explosive, but the moral of the story was what got to her the most. She was so entranced that she forgot to humiliate Xavier in some small but meaningful way. She got the sinking impression that he had intended things to work out this way.
Before Chloe could get too angry Xavier took her out of the movie theater. In the hallway she ran across a few of the students from her school. She was glowering at them, and reveling in their fear when she felt his hand slip from her waist to her ass and give it a playful squeeze. Several students gasped because the gesture was subtle, not invisible.
"Come Xavier," she purred loudly enough to be heard. She observed the students whisper as they left with his arm around her. Chloe wanted to laugh out loud. This would give their insipid little minds something to ponder. "Xavier, I didn't give you permission to touch my ass," she told him quietly. Making her ecstatic was no excuse, she mused.
Chloe taunted him incessantly on the drive to the hotel. If she had been some cheap harlot destined to sexual obscurity like so many of her female students, Chloe would have giving Xavier the obligatory blow job while he was driving. She toyed with the idea of having him use his fingers to pleasure her but the stretch would be ... difficult on her part.
Instead she had him pull onto her in the elevator and drove her tongue down his throat.
"They have cameras in the elevators," he seethed as he broke free.
"I know, now kiss me and work that magic with your hands," Chloe insisted. Xavier took a deep angry breath. The smile on Chloe's face lasted only a second. He grabbed her breasts roughly and pulled them rapidly apart.
It hurt. More to the point, it snapped off all the buttons on her blouse.
"You Bastard," she shouted. "How in the hell am I supposed to get home now?"
"That's not my problem," he growled. Chloe slapped him and he smiled. She was about to slap him again even harder when she saw the triumphant in his eyes.
Chloe snarled in frustration and leaned against the wall. Xavier dove back into her, kissing and teasing her neck and mauling her breasts through her nearly transparent white bra. Her nipples were painfully hard and she began panting despite herself. She was angry, incredibly turned on, and then angry again for all the stimulation she was being put through.
He wrestled with her to their door, inserted their keycard, and together they tumbled into the room. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted something hanging up in the closet. She pushed him off and walked into it. There was a beige blouse, cream colored bra, panties, and stockings in a sexy, lacy style she liked, and a tight black skirt. Xavier was pulling off her shirt as she stood there.
"How did you know my sizes?" she wondered. He was working her bra clasp as he answered.
"I'm good with numbers and I've been watching your clothes."
"You are coming along nicely," she murmured. That became an "Aaahhh ..." as his hands began to fondle her breasts. She let him have his way with her for a little while because he was being so good at it.
"Put me on the bed," she commanded. He didn't lead her; he swept her up and took her in a deep, throaty kiss. Chloe let the kiss go on for some time after he had laid her out on the bed. He stroked her hip and stomach which sent tiny shocks through her system. His other hand ran through her hair and along the outer ear, flicking the earlobe in such a way that caused her to shiver.
She touched the top of Xavier's head and began to push him down. He took the hint and the kisses went down her chin, throat, and sternum. He held her off long enough to lick and bite each nipple. The bites caused her to arch in pain/ecstasy. When he reached her stomach, he began pulling down her skirt until he wiggled it off and slid it down to the ground.
Chloe waited for the panties to go next, but he opted to suck on her through them, rubbing the silky fabric all along the lips of her pussy. When her clitoris became full evident he turned his attentions there. Chloe started thrashing her head back and forth. Xavier used one set of fingers to pull her panties to the side while he inserted a digit inside her.
"Yes ..." she moaned. "Very good; keep at it." A second finger followed the first and pushed up to the second knuckle. Xavier also decided to start rubbing the pantie band back and forth over her clit and along her farther lips, contrasting the feel of the silk versus the touch of his tongue.
"Close," she panted the warning. He quickened his pace and Chloe felt herself losing control. "God!" she gasped as she panted and she felt her vagina convulse. Xavier was lapping with enthusiasm, or maybe desperation. Chloe didn't care. "Stop," she moaned. This time he obeyed. Chloe propped herself and looked at him. "Take off your clothes. We are going to have a long night," she grinned wickedly.
It was nine o'clock Saturday morning. Toni was watching morning cartoons with Brad when the phone rang. She checked the number and saw that it was Xavier's work.
"Hey Uncle Xavier," she answered.
"Oh, this isn't Mr. Walker. I'm his boss Gloria Newman. Is Xavier still there?" the woman asked.
"No Ms. Newman. Uncle Xavier has already headed out your way," Toni responded. She found that odd since this Ms. Newman had already called Xavier at eight asking him go into work. The poor man had barely staggered in from his 'date' when the call came.
"Good," Ms. Newman said. "I actually wanted to talk to you. I wonder if you could help me with something."
"Sure ... go ahead," said Toni.
"Are you familiar with Chloe Pieper?"
"Of course," Toni answered cautiously. "She's one of my teachers. Why do you want to know?"
"I don't know how to put this ... are Ms. Pieper and Xavier having a relationship of a non-professional nature?" Gloria inquired.
"Why would you want to know?" Toni questioned. She heard Gloria do a short intake of breath.
"I've noticed that he has been acting oddly at work and I'm worried," Gloria told her.
"Is his job in danger?" worried Toni.
"No, it is nothing like that ... it is just that ... I care about him," Gloria confessed to one of the few people who might have empathy for her affection.
"Lady, why are you telling me this; I'm thirteen years old," Toni evaded.
"Your uncle is suffering every day and I don't know what I can do to help," Gloria continued.
"If I tell you, will you promise to help him?" Toni asked. This might be an answer to her prayers.
"Absolutely," Gloria said without hesitation. Now it was time for Toni to take the plunge.
"Chloe Pieper is using the threat of my academic career to make Uncle Xavier perform sexual favors," Toni winced.
"I believe you. How can I help him?" Gloria replied.
"Why are you doing this?" Toni asked.
"I care about your uncle deeply," Gloria responded.
"Does he know?" Toni inquired. This was important to her.
"Yes. I'm absolutely sure he knows," Gloria informed her. The strength of her reply left Toni with little doubt. She'd have to figure a way to double check with Xavier without tipping him off. "Do you have a plan?"
"Nope; I have a few recordings of conversations they've had, but none of it is damning. Plenty of students want to see her taken down a peg, but we don't know what to do," Toni confided.
"Can I come over and talk about it with you. This is the real reason I called Xavier in today, so I might talk to you," Gloria returned the courtesy of the truth.
"Maybe you had better," Toni responded. She wanted to meet this possible ally face to face.
"Well Toni, while I'm on the way, why don't you think of things she values. She's taken things from us; I suggest we return the favor," Gloria spoke with some anger.
"Do you need directions?" Toni asked.
"No, I've been to your home before," Gloria informed her.
"When?" Toni wondered. She'd never met the woman. Why in the hell ...
"As I said, your uncle and I care for each other very deeply," Gloria told her. To Toni that meant either this woman was terminally nosy ... or Chloe had taken Gloria's lover. Sweet!