Ozark Race Wars: Part 4

Exorcism Fucking.

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‘You told me you are Darius' girl,’ I threw her words back at her. She buried her face in a pillow and started to sob. I would have been aghast except Mom, the presentimental witch that she was, had warned me about this feminine tactic to avoid responsibility.

‘Stop that,’ I grew stormy-serious. ‘You don't get to cry, Brandy. I keep showing you I care for you and I certainly want you. You are the one with another man.’

‘That's not fair,’ she turned her tear-streaked face my way. Yep, it was an act. ‘You know that Darius and I are; complicated.’

I sat up. Two could play this game. Besides, there was another girl I truly was interested in and by Brandy-logic, I was free to play the field.

‘No,’ I shook my head in denial. ‘It is not complicated. You want to fuck us both; ‘

‘No Vlad,’ she protested. ‘I only want to have sex with you; it is just; Darius has this hold over me.’

‘You are not asking for my help breaking free,’ I pointed out.

‘Vlad,’ she reached out and stroked my bicep, ‘You know it's; ‘

‘Oh fuck yeah!’ Taliyah sang out. Apparently those internet tutorials on 'finger-play' and non-penetrative erogenous zones had paid some vital dividends for Mikhail. I had delivered fuck-all orgasms to Brandy already today, yet she suddenly looked jealous. I could deal with that. I slid off the bed to some urgent pouting on her part. She didn't have to wait long.

I pulled her off the bed by her left hand and into my arms.

‘Ow,’ she squeaked as I put a stinging, cupped hand to her bottom. She tried to maneuver away and the chase was on. If she tried to face me, I tickled her. When she tried to avoid me, her ass got a good spanking. She squeaked, squawked, giggled and yelped playfully as I hunted her down.

Brandy proved shameless, nimble for such a full-figured dynamo and athletic. She went squealing down the hall, passed the kitchen into the den. When she vaulted the sofa like a pommel horse, she finally was able to put some distance between us. I could get over the sofa just not as fast as she could. She took the momentary reprieve to spin around and shake a scolding finger at me.

‘Stop taking me for granted,’ she surprised me.

‘What?’ it was my turn to squawk. ‘I'm not taking advantage of you.’ Brandy looked up at our ten inch height differential defiantly. ‘Fine, I'm not taking advantage of you this very second.’ She countered by poking her chin forward, putting her hands on her hips which caused her tantalizing succulent boobs to bounce.

‘Brandy?’ Taliyah panted. We both finally looked over at the kitchen bar counter. Taliyah was on her back, her head tilted back so she was gazing at us upside down. Her shirt was rolled up, as was her bra. Mikhail had her legs pushed up with her ankles on his shoulders. He looked wickedly pleased with himself.

‘Taliyah?’ Brandy returned the questioning tone. ‘You hate Mikhail.’ Taliyah turned her head forward and to the side.

‘I still hate his cracker-ass, but his tongue; the bastard refuses to fuck me though,’ she complained. ‘It isn't fair that I'm not getting what you clearly are getting.’ Mikhail was sticking to the rules so no tongue-fucking either.

‘Taliyah, their Mamma doesn't let them have random sex,’ Brandy informed her. ‘You need to talk with; ah; Mrs. Samsonov before you get any of the really good stuff.’ Mom was three or four miles away, yet I could still make out the reverberations of her maniacal merriment. Her wacky plan was working for no sane reason I could understand.

‘No way,’ Taliyah grumbled. ‘I'm not asking their Mamma for shit.’ Mikhail shrugged then let her legs fall to his sides abruptly.

‘I can get tail elsewhere,’ he snorted.

‘You fucker,’ Taliyah's grumbling turned to a snarl. ‘At least help me clean up.’

‘Why should I? I'm not your boyfriend and from what I hear, he treats you like a whore too,’ he mocked her. Did I mention my brother could be a cruel, pompous ass? Alex was the nice guy of the three of us. I was glad I had Mikhail for this episode because I bet Alex would have gone off-program.

Alex didn't need to start having feelings for a girl who'd feed him to Darius' crowds without a hint of regret.

‘Vlad, do something?’ Brandy demanded with a pout for extra oomph.

‘Like what?’ I countered. ‘You are the ones who are cheating on your boyfriends and using us for your dirty-little-secret, sexual pleasures. We could be with girls that give a damn about us.’

‘Stop being such a bastard,’ Brandy slapped me in my left pectoral. She followed that attack up by rushing into my arms, wrapping her arms around my waist and holding me tight as she pressed her ear to my heart. What?

I was beginning to wonder if I had been lucky never having a serious girlfriend before. For that matter, I was reconsidering whether my Father's blasé attitude toward women might indeed be the right way to go.

‘Frankly, Brandy; I don't give a damn,’ I adopted my best Rhett Butler. ‘I haven't had this,’ I squeezed her ass so strongly she had to rise up against me.

‘I thought; thought you would be different,’ Brandy was somewhat shocked by my raw, brutal demands. She meant she thought I'd be more like one of the spineless limp-dick White boy she'd grown up with. I fucking hated stereotypes.

‘I am different. I don't have to dress you in a dozen men's semen to mark you as my own.’

‘I'll take you when I want, how I want and where I want; unless you run away; really, really fast.’ I spanked both cheeks at once. ‘Wench, bedroom, Now!’ Brandy gasped in pleasure, struggled free and beat her little wench-feet back to the bedroom. I strode after her like the Captain of my own World.

‘Why can't you be more like him?’ Taliyah complained to Mikhail. He had other things on his mind. ‘Hey; stop that; I'm not Brandy. I don't; ah; take it up the ass; I said; ah; stop that.’

‘Bitch, the horse is outside. Make up your mind right now, or I'm going to make it up for you,’ he growled back.

‘I'll bite your dick off, White Boy,’ she snarled in response. Since I didn't hear a door slamming, I assumed she chose to challenge Mikhail. I don't understand women. Back in the master bedroom once more, Brandy was trying to hide beneath the comforter.

‘Vlad, can we talk for a; ‘ she balked when I ripped the comforter out of her 'frightened' hands and off the bed on one mighty yank. ‘Vlad!’

I was on her in a flash. I didn't go straight for the anal intercourse. First we wrestled around. She nipped and I kissed her and suckled hard enough on both nipples to give her hickies.

She didn't claw me, nut me, or hit me all that hard so I figured this was what my Mom had called 'aggressive foreplay'. What I did know was by the time I had rolled her onto her stomach, her ass was pressing and wiggling against my cock with persistent need.

‘Lube,’ I exclaimed. She froze up, figuratively (she was slick with hot, sticky sweat), and waited for me to 'prep' her with one finger; she'd felt a lot tighter this time out; and only reinvigorated her urgent writhing once I'd returned to my dominant spot over her. Even with lube in her anus and a generous coating on my phallus, it was tough going.

In hindsight, I should have taken it easier on her, but I was inexperienced and Brandy was willing to scream into the pillow instead of telling me to slow down.

‘Damn,’ I grunted. ‘That's; tight; ‘

‘Yes,’ she whimpered.

‘Does it hurt?’ I stupidly inquired.

‘Yes; ‘ she whispered.

‘Good,’ I growled. I pulled back until my glans dilated her sphincter, then slammed in hard and fast again. It hurt my cockhead, but I did it again and again anyway.

I could make out her sobbing. While I was formulating a new plan, her thighs and ass began to quiver. The vibrations reverberated over her entire body and then she howled like a Lost Soul discovering Paradise. It was hardly something I could call a human noise. It was definitely jubilant.

‘Ha; ha; harder,’ she wheezed. ‘Fuck me; ‘ and I started repeatedly pile-driving her asshole. The first time I had been using my hips. This outing I worked all my brawn and weight into my thrusts. Her vaginal secretions made a mess of the sheets, coated her thighs and my scrotum and made this oddly erotic squelching noise every time I bottomed out in her rectum.

I kept going, despite all-over muscle cramps, both of us being drenched in sweat and finally Brandy losing her voice until I shot-gunned a full load of cum deep into her intestines (perhaps an exaggeration). Brandy lay there, motionless after I rolled off. After two, or three, minutes, she mumbled something.

‘What?’ I rolled onto my side and petted her spine from the nape of her neck to the small of her a back. She mumbled something again. I kissed her behind the left ear, nibbled on the lobe then repeated my question.

‘I really do love you,’ she moaned. Shit.

‘Ah, ah- aha, yeah, bi, bitch, ah, ha, is that all you, ah, got White boy,’ Taliyah was getting progressively louder from the front area. I could hear the recliner creaking and imagined it rocking back and forth. This I had to see. Brandy was dead weight as I tried to drag her with me out of bed. I doubled back, swept her up into my arms bride-style and quick-footed it toward the noise.

Taliyah's shoulders and head were evident over the back of the leather recliner. Her face was a mask of pleasurable pain, her eyes squeezed tightly shut and her muscles strained whenever she rocked back. Mikhail was behind her, rhythmically pushing her forward then letting her rock back. His countenance was one of intense concentration. They were both naked and working up a sheen of sweat.

My bet was on him trying to not be sadistic more than stopping himself from coming too soon. We Samsonov men had some incredible stamina to go with our bulky size.

‘Mikhail, I knew you couldn't turn Taliyah away for long,’ Brandy heaved with amused exhaustion. Mikhail shook his head in the negative.

‘How's that ass, Bro?’ I teased him. Brandy looked up at me uncertainly, then back to Taliyah. The Black girl's head hung in shame but that didn't stop her from giving back as good as she got.

‘Taliyah!’ Brandy gasped. ‘You gave up your ass; your anal virginity to Mikhail? I thought you would never give it up?’

‘He held me down,’ she grunted. She was clearly lying about my Brother overwhelming her as well as her raunchy gratification. Against all reason, Brandy began licking my neck and rubbing her torso, ass and thigh against my chest and arms.

‘Mikhail, take her to the sofa,’ I suggested. He looked up quizzically so I hefted Brandy high enough to cause her to 'meep'. I took Brandy to the sofa, placed her knees on the cushions and bent her chest on the back rest. Taking her by the hips with one hand, I pulled her rump back as I impaled her sphincter on my reanimated cock for one more ride.

Eight strokes in and Taliyah and Mikhail appeared beside us. Brandy was in pure bliss. Taliyah squinted at her, then slowly gave into her own rapture. I'd always considered anal sex to be painful for the 'catcher' and not something a person could get into. Then I made allowances for Brandy's individual kink. Now I had Taliyah giving her asshole up to my brother and going wild.

I seriously began accepting my novice status and the sad reality: Mom must have been a highly proficient slut to be giving such good advice to her nearly virginal sons. Her awkward (for us) verbal lessons, so hard to believe at the time, were proving timely and terribly accurate. The last trick, she said, was to treat a woman like you owned her while not to treating her like some random orifice.

When I picked up the pace on Brandy's tight bunghole, Mikhail matched me. What was ecstasy for Brandy turned out to be too much for the anal virgin Taliyah. She bit down on the sofa cushion in order to stifle her scream. Taliyah vibrated up against him as her climax rocked her in a series of savage tidal surges.

Brandy soaked in Taliyah's fuck-stunned look while Mikhail's gaze was one of frank appraisal of my girl's physical sensuality. She didn't press back to meet my thrusts, instead presenting her ass for the best angle of attack. Brandy squeezed her anus, and rotated her hips to give me as much stimulation as I was giving her.

‘Damn Vlad, your bitch has it going on,’ Mikhail laughed. Brandy shot me a quick look. Taliyah looked downright insulted by the comparison.

‘Her name is Brandy, not bitch, Mik,’ I glared back, ‘and your woman is looking unappreciated.’ Calling him Mik told my brother I thought he'd crossed the line. Brandy's response was immediate.

She arched her back up until her body was parallel to mine. Brandy kept up her gyrations allowing me to fondle her bodacious bosom while engaging her in a deep, soul-draining French exploration of the Lost Continent. The sexual act was a never-ending journey. Sensing she wanted to keep that pose for everyone's benefit, I slipped two finger from my right hand into our mouths.

Those slick fingers went down to her clit and pinched that mighty nub between them. That really set her off. My left hand migrated from nipple to nipple, giving each areola a spirited slap. Her whines became orgasmic.

‘Why won't you kiss me like that?’ Taliyah griped.

‘Because I don't feel like picking some other guy's pubic hair out of your teeth,’ he mocked her. They started struggling, but Mikhail wouldn't let her turn around. He did make a concession to her amorous desires by planting kisses on her neck and ear. That mollified Taliyah somewhat, though she didn't stop trying to break free. One titanic exhalation brought Brandy crashing down from her latest climax.

She hung limply in my embrace while I cradled her in my arms.

‘Take a look at your brother,’ Taliyah moaned. ‘He knows how to treat a lover, you Neanderthal. You could learn something.’

‘I like my Black Bitches quiet,’ he teased. ‘Why can't you learn that? Is it too complicated for you to understand?’

That new bit of outraged allowed Taliyah to break free. As she spun around, Mikhail wisely (and stunningly) retreated.

‘I ought 'a smack some color into you, Asshole,’ she glared.

‘That's only fair,’ he raced behind the sweaty recliner. ‘I sure pumped a whole lot of white into you.’

‘Rashaan is going to kill you when he finds out what you did to me,’ she screamed. That was her boyfriend, the starting quarterback of the football team.

‘Unless you want to visit him in the hospital, he'd better bring help,’ Mikhail kept mocking her. ‘I'm sure he'll love you giving up the hole you wouldn't give him.’

‘Argh!’ Taliyah screamed loud enough to give me and Brandy a start. ‘You forced me and I'll let him know it.’

‘That's two people lying and two telling the truth, Taliyah,’ he generously insinuated the Brandy would back her friend over her fuck-buddy. ‘Besides, this is redneck Davis County, not niggah-loving Kingston. The law is on my side.’

That was one 'N-word' too many. Taliyah kept chasing Mikhail who kept taunting her. Playtime had to end. The Sun was starting to set outside. Brandy seemed fascinated with the exchange of barbs mainly because I doubted she'd ever seen a White man openly confront the Black-White divide so fearlessly. This wasn't rednecks throwing empty beer cans and insults from the back of a moving pick-up truck.

Mikhail was absolutely confident in his ability to withstand any retribution the Black high school power structure could throw his way. I was more worried about Dad and Mom, Dad wouldn't approve of our promiscuity, Mom had yet to bust up Taliyah to her satisfaction. How she'd handle Mikhail's ass-plugging solution was unknown to me.

The immediate problem: Mikhail couldn't resist sticking verbal barbs into Taliyah and Taliyah always rose to the bait. My solution was to have Brandy get Taliyah back to the master bedroom while I gathered up her clothes. As Mikhail handed me her bra, he'd thrown it across the room when stripping her,

‘I didn't ham it up too much, did I?’ he winked.

‘Nah. I think she thinks you are a complete and utter bastard,’ I replied in a low voice.

‘Damn, I really wanted fuck her today. She's smells great and she's fierce, a real tiger,’ he kept smiling. Ah crap. Maybe he was smitten too. There was no way I could clue either Brandy, or Taliyah in on that. As fun as fucking Brandy was, as well as me enjoying being in her company, we had a golden opportunity here.

Tomorrow a vengeful Taliyah would unload on Rashaan. He'd want payback. Darius would stop him until he found out I'd banged Brandy all over the place as well. Then we'd let the avalanche take its course. Letting slip our Dad was going to come see us at basketball practice; Mom would talk him into that for us; would guarantee a fight during school hours.

Tomorrow was Thursday and Friday was an 'away' game so the football team couldn't get us after school then. That meant the team would be leaving school before the end of seventh period on Friday and there was no way they could wait to beat us up until next Monday. I had little doubt Darius would smell a set up. Convincing his minions of that would be the impossible part.

In the bedroom, Taliyah was giving me a rather peculiar look.

‘Are you afraid I'll steal something?’ she sniped.

‘What do you mean by that?’ I was puzzled.

‘He's not like that,’ Brandy defended me; from what, I wasn't sure.

‘He's White, you're White and his family are a bunch of thieves anyway,’ she spat. Again; huh?

‘Brandy?’ I inquired. She gave me a confused look back. ‘Okay, both of you should remember I'm from Butt-fuck Alaska, before I came here I knew precisely four Black people and one of those was an infant; and go from there.’

‘Oh,’ Brandy nodded. Clearly I was a simpleton. ‘Taliyah thinks you don't trust her back here with only me because she's African-American and you believe she'll steal something.’

I laughed loud and hard, my restive cock bouncing along with me. Both girls appeared pissed at my reaction, so I felt I needed to explain.

‘Taliyah, you are the second hottest girl in school. I'm back here because I like seeing you naked as well as in various forms of undress. You are smoking,’ I chuckled. ‘It is nothing more complicated than that.’

‘Oh,’ said Taliyah. She was both embarrassed about missing the obvious as well as loving a helping handful of padding for her ego.

‘Oh,’ pouted Brandy. ‘Second?’

‘Yeah. I've got this thing for Amy Hutchinson,’ I nodded seriously. Amy was a nice, sweet-mannered girl. She was also a sophomore, a late bloomer and flat as a board.

‘Oh!’ Brandy unleashed her faux-fury, ran up and slapped both my triceps. I was mesmerized by mammaries straining to break free of her frilly beige bra. Her beige panties were doing a good job of being transparent as well. She spun around like a ballerina and attempted a getaway. I was having none of that.

I tackled her to the bed, press her chest down on the rumpled bed. She struggled sensually. I began nuzzling the back and left side of her neck. Then I began tickling her. She was helpless before my adroit fingers.

‘Please,’ she begged. ‘Please stop. I'm about to pee on myself.’

‘Fine,’ I withheld my torture, ‘but you owe me a two minute make-out session at your front door when I drop you off.’

‘No,’ she declared. Butt thump. ‘Never.’ Hip shimmy. ‘Not happening,’ she giggled while rapidly rubbing her panties over my unprotected cock.

‘Let her up, Vlad,’ Taliyah cooed softly as she ran a manicured hand from my right shoulder to my right buttock. She gave my ass a light pat to 'enforce' her command.

‘God damn it,’ I grumbled as I rolled off Brandy.

I stared up forlornly at the ceiling fan. Brandy 'harrumphed', shot Taliyah a poisonous glance then went to all-fours next to me.

‘One minute is all you're going to get, Mister,’ she compromised. I leapt off the bed.

‘Hurrah!’ I fist pumped. The rest of the redressing went off quickly enough. I stripped the bed, rounded up the sheets and hung the comforter on the back veranda to let it air-out. It smelled like cunt juice and sweat, after all. I would put fresh sheets on the bed later. On the trail, I took point since I was the most familiar with the path. Brandy followed then Taliyah with Mikhail taking up the rear.

Once we broke out into the bottom land, Taliyah moved up side by side with Brandy and began a sneaky conversation behind my back. According to my brother, they studied me a great deal while whispering. Occasionally, Taliyah shot vile looks back at him. He responded by sticking out his tongue and licking the tip of his nose.

We Samsonov men have long, strong, agile tongues. I wasn't sure what genetic malformation was behind that. Upon our return to the stables, Brandy and Taliyah made to leave, but Mikhail stopped them.

‘First rule of horse-riding: tend to your mount before tending to yourself.’

‘Vlad,’ Brandy looked my way. She nibbled on her thumb. ‘Is that a rule you follow; tending to your 'mount' first?’

‘Only if I plan to ride her later,’ I winked to her. ‘Then I know I'd better pet her, comb her flanks, feed and water her and make sure she is well refreshed before the next ride.’

‘Give it a rest!’ Mikhail scoffed. ‘She's already fucking you silly. You don't have to sell it.’

‘Neanderthal,’ Taliyah sneered at him as she shoved past him and back to her mount. Brandy sashayed back into the stables as well. If I wasn't careful, I was going to be picking straw out of my underwear.

‘Brandy, what the idiot said, you don't need to convince him,’ she teased her blonde friend. Taliyah and Mikhail waged a relentless skirmish resplendent with verbal barbs and rough, handless shoving. Before Brandy and I could get similarly distracted, her phone rang. A fearful flash of her eyes gave away the ID of the caller.

‘Hey Darius,’ she sounded upbeat. ‘What's up, Baby?’ Darius wasn't screaming, so I couldn't make out what he said. I went back to putting away our tack and bridles. ‘I'm; ‘ I mouthed 'tell the truth'. ‘I'm at the Fonteneau House (Mom's family's last name) with Taliyah. Mr. Baxter wanted me to help Alexander and Vladimir with our first Civics project.’ Not a total lie.

‘What? Isn't what you think; of course, Baby; hold on; ‘ she handed the phone to Taliyah.

‘Get us out of here,’ Taliyah preempted Darius, almost. ‘We've been; listen Darius; no,’ she grew sulky, then, ‘Don't be a Jerk!’ she spat. Brandy gasped. Mikhail looked impressed and I was torn between the two reactions.

‘I'm not your property; and I'm not your bitch either,’ Taliyah grew more belligerent. ‘I don't give a fuck; if Rashaan gives a fuck, he can; fuck you,’ she blasted Darius before she killed the connection.

‘Taliyah; ‘ Brandy mumbled fearfully. The magnitude of her rebellion began dawning on the Black Cheerleading co-captain.

‘Shit Taliyah, if you wanted to sit at our lunch table so bad, I could have told you a half dozen safer ways to do it,’ Mikhail chuckled. She backhanded my brother in the chest which only made him laugh harder. Six blows later, he raised his hands in surrender. ‘Fine; you can sit on Alexander's lap next time.’

‘Bastard,’ Taliyah muttered. Her phone rang. It was Rashaan. ‘Hey Sugah, how's; yeah; with Vlad and his shithead brother Michael.’ Mikhail took the opening to grab a breast and squeeze it. ‘Mother-fucker!’ she yowled. Mikhail was already running around the horse to escape her.

‘What; no; he grabbed my tit; what do you mean?’ she dove under the mare and kicked my rambunctious kinsman. ‘Mikhail! No, the other one!’ she screamed because Mikhail was starting to wheeze he was laughing so hard. ‘No, that's Vlad; yes, the one with Brandy. Damn Rashaan, you are as dumb as a stump. The Mean One!’ she meant Mikhail.

‘Triplets means three,’ she sounded exasperated. ‘No, that's twins.’ Swing and a miss. ‘I'll call you back. I'm making Vlad and Alex twins; No! They are not; Boy! I'll call you back.’ Mikhail was howling so loud he fell over on his side, gasping for air. She leapt on him, legs straddling his hips and began wailing on his head and shoulders.

‘Shut up you; ‘ Taliyah berated him.

‘Excuse me,’ Mom's voice snuff out hilarity with all the force of a glacier dropping on a candle wick. Even Taliyah's fury was quelled.

‘Ah; ‘ Taliyah stammered, taking in their awkward situation.

‘I heard it all; ‘ Mom glared. ‘Mikhail had it coming. Continue if you so desire.’ Four sets of eyes blinked in surprise.

‘Mom!’ Mikhail protested. Taliyah tested these uncharted waters by smacking Mikhail's left arm, the one he was using to shield his head. Mom didn't protest, oh no.

‘Bebe, let's get the horses taken care of,’ she called over her shoulder. Bebe had been hiding just out of sight. ‘Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes, Vlad. Take your guests home and hurry back.’ Bebe and Mom took our places while Brandy and I retreated hand in hand. Taliyah stood up without moving away. Mikhail extended a hand up, expecting her to help him out. Why? I wasn't sure.

‘You fell down. Get yourself back up,’ she mocked him. Mikhail chuckled, rolled onto his stomach then launched himself into a standing position. She was out the door and striding away when Mom spoke.

‘Taliyah, if you want to fuck Mikhail, you'll have to stop being a whore to the football team, non-negotiable.’

‘I don't want to fuck your son, Mrs. Samsonov,’ Taliyah retorted as she spun around. ‘I hate him.’ Mom's responding laughter was cavalier and of a remarkable caliber.

‘We all hate the best men for us at some point and time,’ she chortled. ‘You'll learn. All of us Samsonov women figure that out eventually.’ Taliyah was rendered speechless.

‘Now Bebe, get me that curry comb,’ Mom truncated the conversation. We'd been dismissed and even the strangers knew it.

Back in the house, ‘I hate you,’ Taliyah reiterated.

‘Thank God,’ Mikhail guffawed. ‘I don't think I could survive you being affectionate.’ She swung and missed. The chase was on again, except this time they were both laughing.

Meanwhile, back at school.

Alexander opened the door and walked into Ms. Blanchard's room. Five disinterested black faces and a nervous Ms. Blanchard looked his way.

‘Whatchya doing here, Boy?’ the leader of the male class sneered.

‘Ms. Blanchard,’ Alex handed her a note on official school stationary, ‘I've been assigned to your Augmented Benchmark Examinations Retest Group.’

The Augmented Benchmark Examinations (ABE) Retest Group was for second-year seniors with special circumstances, such as athletes, who had failed to pass the exam last year thus didn't graduate. If the school failed to pass a certain percentage of student-athletes, the Arkansas Department of Education would suspend all school athletic programs until the school's graduation rate exceeded 85% (of incoming freshmen).

For years the big fast bastard of an ex-principal had falsified records, but in 2008, Davis County took over the administration of the tests. After that, Davis County Consolidated High School had been barely limping along academically. Oh, our school had the best 10 year football record in Arkansas and two All-State Championships, but we'd been under academic warning for five of those years and for the past three years we'd been avoiding suspension by the skin of their teeth.

How had that Black Fucktard handled the issue? He handed out incentives. In this case, the incentive was Ms. Blanchard. Andrea Blanchard had been fired from her first teaching job out of college in just two months and she took the job here out of desperation. When she arrived, she was given the worst of the worst students both grade- and discipline-wise.

Then the principal put the screws to her. She'd been dodging the BBC for her first year. At the end of the spring semester, her English and Social Studies classes were scoring at the bottom of the rankings. She was given an (unpaid) special assignment. She had to help the team's star player (the QB that year) pass his A B E, or she would be fired 'for cause'.

That would have ended her hopes of a teaching career. The jerk she was teaching had scored in the bottom ten percentile because he didn't give a shit because he thought he had a scholarship to some school in California. Now he needed summer school to graduate. Did he knuckle down and hit the books? Nah. He was smart enough to pass without much effort.

What he did do was dial up the pressure on Ms. Blanchard. Bit by bit, she sold her soul to the super-star until she was a confirmed alcoholic and surrendered up her cunt (and a bit more) when he finally did pass the final exam. He went off to college out west and she got handed off to the next group of hideous under-achievers. Her abuse went on and on.

Her retention was continuously based on her ability to motivate raising and repeat seniors to get off their asses and fill out the circles on a 'my IQ is at least 85' test. From the founder of this noxious fraternity, the BBC's developed an interesting ritual to confirm their dominant status.

Anal and vaginal sex was forbidden on school grounds, during school hours. The 'students' settled for taking pictures of her sucking their cocks, their cum pooled up in her mouth and her masturbating. Every graduate was allowed to witness her having a gold star tattooed on her buttocks as a constant reminder of her degradation plus all her holes were fair game. How civilized was that?

Had she not been half in the bottle most of the time, she might have been able to salvage some sort of academic career. Instead, she was coasting down toward a bitter end with her liver and sanity racing to see which one gave out first. Then Alexander Samsonov stepped into her life. He'd overheard two jocks joking about it when he first took Ms. Blanchard's English class the first day of classes.

Since then he'd been slowly getting her to open up a tiny bit. She didn't know the full scope of what he knew about her fate, but my brother's sense of chivalry couldn't let this humiliation continue. His problem was how could he separate her from her tormentors? Neither the Principal nor the Vice-Principal would assign him the class. Not only were his grades far too high, those two knew the deal about Ms. Blanchard's servitude and disability.

Exit the Fat Bastard Cocksucker and enter the Nutty-nutjob, Dr. Pierre. One impassioned speech about how Alex wanted to enter one of the doc's alma maters and eldest Samsonov triplet had his new, after-hours class assignment. Classes met from 4:30 to 6:00 pm every Monday and Wednesday with a prep test from 4:15 to 5:15 pm on Fridays.

The schedule was built to work around sports training and game days; even away games. Alexander didn't meet the (low) requirements to be in the class, but then Dr. Pierre wasn't qualified to be an educator, so it all even out in the end.

‘Oh,’ Ms. Blanchard subconsciously pouted. ‘I wasn't aware you needed the help. You are; ‘ she looked over the sea of hostile Black faces, ‘welcome to; join us,’ she petered out feebly.

‘I will do my best to see all of us get through the ABE together,’ he smiled at her, then met the hateful glares of his fellow academic refugees. ‘I want everyone to know the idiocy is going to stop; right here, right now.’

‘What was that?’ Ms. Blanchard shook away some of her post/after-school vodka haze as she tried to remember what was going on.

‘Nothing, Ms. Blanchard,’ he smiled at the educator. ‘I'll just take a seat.’

Ms. Blanchard returned to her lesson plan for the day and after a few minutes, the boys got boisterous. Alexander had a pre-planned response for that. He took out a blue racket ball from his backpack and a leather-bound addition of 'War and Peace' in its native Russian.

The moment Ms. Blanchard seemed truly distracted, with her back turned, he threw the ball at the farthest troublemaker. He let the guy know it was coming too. What happened next was the normal human reaction. The other four momentarily looked over to see if the fifth guy caught the ball. He did. Alex was being obvious about it.

That also meant only the ball-catcher saw Alex smash W and P into the back of the closest moron's head. He blasted his fellow student out of his chair. The book's follow-through placed it back into Alex's backpack before anyone else was the wiser. The victim crashed violently into the Black guy next to him and the both went to the floor.

‘What's going on?’ Andrea asked when she turned around. She found two of her students on the floor (one cradling his cranium) one with a blue ball, two staring at Alexander with a 'wtf?' expression on their faces and an angelic Alexander staring at her.

‘He hit Darnell with a book,’ Devonte (aka the ball guy) exclaimed.

‘This book?’ Alexander motioned to the open ABE paperback book he had open in front of him, on the desk.

‘No,’ he grumbled. ‘The one you just hid.’

‘Mother-fucker,’ Tucker, (aka the Collateral Damage guy) pulled himself up. ‘I'm going to kick your; ‘ he threatened.

‘My head,’ the target moaned. ‘I think he dun broke ma head wide open.’

‘Everyone calm down,’ Andrea wavered.

‘Of course, Ms. Blanchard,’ Alex remained civil. ‘I must point out that Darnell appears to have been hit in the back of his skull. He must have been facing forward, listening to your lecture, so his attacker had to be someone behind him and that means it certainly wasn't me.’

‘Bitch,’ Tucker balled up his fists.

‘Are you implying you want to view my testicles,’ Alexander mocked him.

‘Please everyone sit down,’ Andrea pleaded.

‘Your brothers aren't here to back you up,’ Jase (the other guy closest to him) menaced. His buddy, Lamar, stood as well.

‘I said 'please sit down',’ Andrea turned shrill.

‘Bitch,’ Jase turned on her. ‘Sit your ass down!’ He emphasized that by driving his first and middle finger into her sternum. Threatening the teacher brought Alexander out of his chair. Until that point, he'd been in the wrong.

‘Care to try that on me?’ Alexander challenged him.

He had four; three actually (Darnell still hadn't gotten off the floor) buddies backing him up and they were all football players. Jase rose to the bait.

‘Bitch,’ he did the finger poke on Alex, ‘I told you, OW!’ he screamed as my brother grabbed his two fingers, twisted his palm upwards then bent the fingers down toward the back of his hand.

The others looked ready to rush in.

‘Do it and I'll pop two of his fingers off and feed them to the next in line,’ Alexander growled. He bent the two fingers farther down forcing Jase to rise up on his toes.

‘Stop it,’ he pleaded in general. Alex stopped trying to rip the digits off and the other students stopped advancing.

Having made his point, Alex released Jase's fingers and shoved him away.

‘Am I the only one who needs this course?’ he stared down the Black kids. ‘If you don't want to listen to Ms. Blanchard's lesson, you can always leave and drop the class.’

‘Mutha-,’ Jase whined as he nursed his bruised digits.

‘I said, 'please sit down',’ Ms. Blanchard screamed. That got everyone's attention. ‘Sit down,’ she panted. ‘Now.’ For the moment, her students obeyed. That was it for the roughhousing that session. The next round of posturing and non-verbal threats came at the end of class. For a few seconds everyone was seized by a state of confusion.

‘White boy,’ Lamar sneered. ‘Time for you to go.’

‘I'm walking Ms. Blanchard to her car,’ Alex met him hate for hate. ‘From this day forward, I'm always going to be walking her to her car when we are done here.’ Andrea paled, even trembling slightly.

‘I; ah; Alexander, I'll be okay,’ she mumbled.

‘Ms. Blanchard, that wasn't a request,’ my brother turned to her. ‘I'm going to see you safely to your car every night until the end of the school year. Please gather your material so we can both head to our respective homes.’

‘Don't be hogging the whore,’ Devonte chortled. Andrea deflated.

‘I wasn't planning to touch your mother, Devonte. Thanks for warning,’ Alex taunted him right back.

It was still five on one; good odds, or so they thought.

‘By the way, gentlemen,’ the Russian voice of reason spoke forth, ‘if any of you don't pass the ABE this semester, my brothers and I are going to hunt you down and skin you alive. That should be your motivation for passing from here on out. Test me at your peril.’

They mulled that over. There were ten (the seven who attacked Shaquille, the two in the darken hallway and the basketball teammate with the busted jaw) Black kids who had fought the Samsonov triplets and they were all in various states of recovery. Alexander's fear factor was backed up by the bloody facts.

‘I'll catch up with you later, Ms. Blanchard,’ Devonte leered her way.

‘No you won't,’ Alexander sighed in annoyance. ‘That shit stops now and that isn't a request either. It is the damn law. Violate the law and you will get to see what passes for civil justice in Alaska.’ That was a complete and utter fabrication. No Samsonov had ever been found committing summary justice, much less been involved with vigilantes. He didn't feel the need to share that family fact with Andrea's abusers.

They filed out leaving Alex with a stunned Ms. Blanchard. This was the time normally spent on her knees giving hand- and blow-jobs. Instead, she was leaving unmolested. The big, Russian-American and his desires had her worried.

‘Thank you,’ she hesitantly spoke as she locked up her classroom. ‘I'm not sure what brought on this; ‘

‘Don't worry about it, Ms. Blanchard. I would like to formally ask you to eat at my family's home tonight. My Mother would like to meet you,’ Alexander invited her out. She flushed, then shot him a worried glance. Was she changing one group of tormentors for another?

‘I'll think about it,’ she edged away.

‘Do you know where the Fonteneau House is?’

‘No; ‘

‘I'll wait in the parking lot for fifteen minutes. If you decide to share a large family dinner with a lawman, a crazy woman and eleven other people; well, you will be welcome.’

‘Eleven? Do you often invite people over for dinner?’ she lightened up.

‘Well, it is my two brothers and I, Mom, Dad, Kamika the cook, Anita the Major Domo, Hector the groundskeeper and his wife plus Consuela the upstairs maid and her two kids and Bebe the stable hand. On their days off, or if the family is having a late dinner, Kamika and Anita have dinner with their families.’

‘Wow; okay,’ she nodded. ‘I guess one meal won't be so bad.’

‘Follow me,’ he gave her a tender smile as he went for his motorbike. For Andrea, it was the first true sense of humanity she'd felt in some time. She didn't' think her nightmare was over. If it was alleviate for one day though; that was one day she hadn't dreamed she'd ever have again.

(Madame Mayor)

With one arm around Brandy, I was grabbing my keychain when I realized she was looking up at me with her deep blue eyes.

‘Yes?’

‘I don't know what's going on anymore,’ she seemed truly vexed.

‘You are my first girlfriend,’ I shrugged. ‘Don't look at me for answers.’

‘Seriously?’ she gulped.

‘Yep. You are the first girl Mom's let me get close to. Trust me, she can kill intimacy faster than head lice,’ I joked. Gross perhaps;

‘Ick (the lice-thing); your Mother likes me?’ Brandy shifted gears.

‘I honestly don't know,’ I shook my head. ‘Mom's the super-genius / evil criminal mastermind in my family.’

‘You are pretty smart,’ she offered. I didn't respond. Mikhail and Taliyah transferred their squabble to the back seat. I held the door for Brandy, shut the door, then went around to my side. Once inside, I brought the car to life.

‘Vlad?’ she prodded.

‘I'm thinking; ‘ I stated. We were out the gate and rolling toward the nice side of Kingston before I put words to thoughts. ‘I didn't know what to think of you when you treated me like shit on the bottom your heel the first time we met,’ I brutally laid out my feelings. ‘I pretty much hated you after that stunt you pulled that first Monday.’

‘I; that's not fair; ‘ Brandy interrupted.

‘Shut up,’ I put a stop to the excuses. ‘I don't want to hear your bullshit justifications anymore; now listen.’ I waited until she nodded. ‘I don't like how Darius uses you, or the lies you tell yourself about the two of you being together, shut up and let me speak, Brandy,’ I growled.

‘The first time I had sex with you, I wanted to shoot off and get it over with as quickly as possible. I felt you were hoping for the same thing; when we started. Right, or wrong?’

‘I; it wasn't like that,’ she lapsed into her lies.

‘Okay. I've said my piece,’ I looked away. ‘I will carry tons of weight for you, Brandy, but I won't carry your lies. If 'it wasn't like that', or 'I wouldn't understand' then 'I don't care what it's like' and 'I don't want to understand',’ I said.

Brandy began to sniffle up. Taliyah and Mikhail had grown very quiet.

‘Listen Vlad; ‘ Taliyah rallied to her BFF's defense.

‘Don't,’ Mikhail stated in a totally different tone. It was the Samsonov voice that had been freezing evil-doers in their place for centuries.

It was that utter authoritarian, calm and confident vibe that hinted at an impossible genetic memory of hundreds of loyal officers of tsars long since passed. Taliyah's protest sputtered out.

‘Right this second, Brandy, do you think I care about you?’ I challenged her.

‘I; ah; I don't know; ‘ Brandy mumbled.

‘Girl, don't be stupid,’ Taliyah switched sides.

‘But Darius,’ Brandy twisted in her seat to look at Taliyah.

‘But Darius, nothing. Neither man is going to let you keep the other one on the side, Brandy. Make your own damn decision for once,’ she insisted. ‘Make up your mind, or Vlad is going to make it for you.’

‘Vlad; Prince, can I have a little time to think about this?’ Brandy prevaricated.

‘Call me before you leave for school tomorrow morning,’ I replied. I wasn't backing down. I firmly believed she was going to fail this test and I was okay with that. To a degree this remained my Mom's personal vendetta.

I was willing to press my body and blood to her efforts, but I wanted a piece of my heart and life to remain my own. Brandy was feeling relieved. The police lights coming on behind us was an unwelcome diversion. It was one of Kingston's Finest. I readied my Driver's License, registration and insurance then let him rap on the widow before rolling it down.

‘My, oh my, what do we have here?’ he sneered.

‘What seems to be the problem, Officer?’ I replied. ‘I'm driving two classmates home after doing homework together at my house.’ Every piece of equipment was working on Mom's car and I knew I hadn't been speeding, or weaving across the line.

‘Ms. Carson,’ he addressed Brandy in a condescending manner. He even flashed his flashlight's light that shone from her face to her cleavage. Next the light danced over to Taliyah. ‘Ms. Malik?’

‘Hello Bruce,’ she turned into the light. We, as the children of law enforcement, knew that unconcerned tone of voice.

‘Taliyah, whose is your Dad?’ Mikhail asked her.

‘My Mom is the Mayor,’ she rolled her eyes, ‘you Neanderthal.’

Wow; we'd always heard the Mayor referred to as the Mayor, not Madame Mayor; like we'd been taught to address a woman in that office.

‘What's your Dad do?’ sort of spilled forth from my lips.

‘He's a property manager,’ she mumbled.

‘Okay, Mr. Samsonov. Step out of the car. I suspect you are under the influence,’ the cop, Officer Bruce, demanded. I got out cautiously and let him steer me to the trunk.

‘So basically, your Dad dicks your Mom and manages her money?’ I heard Mikhail remark. It was a reach on his part. By the smack I heard, it was on the mark too.

‘I'm not saying it isn't a good, oomph, dick, ow,’ Mikhail's laughter, ‘only that, ugh, it probably isn't, 'missed me', worth the price, ow.’

‘I hate you,’ Taliyah groused.

‘You, wait,’ Bruce ordered me. He strode back to my door. ‘Ms. Malik, are you okay.’

‘Yes Bruce; I'm beating up a White Boy. I couldn't be happier,’ she zinged back. Bruce didn't know what to make of that.

‘Oh; okay; ‘ he mumbled. He was so fatally distracted, he didn't bother with the mock sobriety test. I got a stern warning, my paperwork back and off we went.

‘Thanks Taliyah,’ I said as I rolled into the Malik U-shaped driveway in front of their Mac-Mansion. I was out of the door first, holding it open, the 2012 Shelby V8 Mustang is a two door ride. Mikhail looked content to let her climb over him.

‘What for?’ she addressed me while glaring at my brother. I tapped him on the shoulder.

‘Try to remember Mom wants her to hit you,’ I reminded him. ‘Taliyah, thanks for not giving us any grief with Officer Bruce back there.’ Mikhail took my cue to get out first so she could exit the vehicle with minimal molestation.

‘Don't mention it,’ she murmured. ‘Really do Not mention it.’ She reached to pull her book bag out, but Mikhail stole it from her. ‘Hey!’

‘I'll walk you to the door (all of ten feet),’ Mikhail grinned.

‘I don't want you to,’ she snipped and made a grab for it. My crazy brother danced away then dodged two of her lunges.

‘That's why I'm doing it,’ he teased. The door to the Mac-Mansion opened. We had a Mom and a Dad; and not in the best humors.

‘Young man,’ the mature buxom, curvaceous Black woman demanded, ‘what are you doing with my daughter?’ Officer Bruce must have called ahead.

‘Samsonov,’ her Pa got into it, ‘get away from her.’

‘No problem, sir,’ my brother extended the book bag out to his side. Taliyah kicked Mikhail in the shin after she snatched it from him. That action appeared elicit some level of personal satisfaction from both parents.

‘Mom, Dad, I'm fine. I don't need your help,’ she growled as she stormed past them. Her dad was attempting to look menacing to us.

It might have worked twenty-five years ago when he was in far better shape. He still looked 'handsome' enough, but he'd gone soft.

‘Taliyah, what are you doing with that Samsonov boy?’ her Mother grabbed her daughter's arm.

‘Boy,’ her father made a move on Mikhail, ‘you better have some answers.’

‘You played football, right sir?’ Mikhail smiled warmly.

‘What; huh; yeah. I was half-back at Arkansas State,’ the moron let my brother seize the initiative. ‘But that's not what I asked you.’

‘I can tell you played a great deal,’ Mikhail complemented the man. Mr. Malik puffed up.

‘It's those droopy eyelids and vacant stare which are the results of too many concussions that gives you away, Sir,’ my brother skewered him. ‘On the plus side, your eyesight appears to still be 20/10.’

‘Huh; what? You little Beecher-Bitch,’ he got all macho on us.

Who the hell was Beecher? (a Reference the HBO series: Oz)

‘Do you know who you are talking to?’ the man didn't like being made a fool of.

‘Mom,’ Taliyah protested. ‘Nothing is going on. I only went to their house because Brandy needed help with her homework. Mikhail is being an asshole, like he always is.’

Mikhail was neither intimidated by our lofty company, nor finished.

‘I know who you are. I saw you in the back of Theater #3 with that woman who was clearly not your wonderful wife here, her slurping your python while you laughed at all the White folks getting gakked in The Purge: Anarchy,’ he kept grinning.

‘You are right, Mikhail. That was him. I couldn't recall where I'd recognize you from,’ I joined in. ‘Mr. Baker; ‘

‘It is Malik!’ the husband and wife barked.

‘You've got to have some serious bull-sized testicles to cum that much, especially for a man your age. I swear I thought you were going to choke that chick out,’ I congratulated him. ‘Mikhail? How many times was it?’

‘Shut up, Peckerwood!’ Mamma Malik shouted at me while blazing solar flares of death her husband's way.

‘Times? I don't recall,’ my brother shrugged. ‘We should ask her. I didn't catch her name but how many young, busty red-heads with 'Red Wolf Bitch' tramp stamps can there be in a township as big as Kingston?’

‘You fucked Riley!’ she turned her unbridled hate on her husband.

‘Daddy!’ Taliyah joined in on the verbal beat-down.

‘You screwed her at the Cineplex,’ Mamma spewed forth her outrage. ‘You couldn't even pay for a room at the Foxtrot Inn (we now had the name of the local 'Cheater's Retreat) for you and your latest Bro-ho?’

Yeah, it was fine for Darius to bang Brandy against her father's, the Sheriff's, wishes. I had little doubt the Mayor mocked Big Bob behind his back for his daughter being the constant center of the football team's gangbangs; but now the BBC legacy had slithered back home to roost.

‘Honey, it was a one-time thing,’ he pleaded. ‘You know she's just; ‘

‘A whore for Big Black Cock?’ I volunteered.

‘Shut your yap,’ he turned and yelled at me.

I bet the Malik family was happy there were these big, thick and tall property hedges on both sides of their rather expansive plot.

That would make this public display of dysfunctionality far less visually damning and slightly less audibly comprehendible.

‘Don't you turn your back on me,’ Madame Mayor hollered. She yanked his arm back around with her left and double-slapped him with her right. She was clearly unhinged.

‘Riley is Reggie Murdoch's mistress, you stupid sonofabitch! How in the fuck am I going to make it to the State House this year of you piss away his Goddamn patronage!’ Mr. Malik had enough of 'his' woman getting in his face. To any outsider, it was clear she wore the pants in their family and her love of some sort of political future for herself was running full-tilt over her love of his cockery.

By the twisted nature of this sexual piranha tank, ole Reggie was probably slipping some to Madame Mayor as well. It wasn't like the Mister was giving her much to feel loyal about. Mamma was winding up for another slap-fest when he grabbed her wrist, twisted it painfully and drew back a fist to punch her with.

‘You are not going to go all-Omarosa on me,’ he bellowed.

His body jerked when he tried to land his punch. Mikhail had stepped up behind him and hooked his punching arm at the elbow with his own arm.

‘Mr. Malik,’ I swear he sounded just like Dad right then, ‘You don't want to do that.’

‘Get your hands off me, you Aryan Mother-fucker’ he turned on Mikhail. My brother backed off. He hadn't grabbed the man, just stopped him.

‘Let go of me,’ Madame Mayor sounded off like a jungle cat. Mr. Malik was trying to stare-down my brother. I was already edging up. His gaze swung my way.

She took that moment to drag her fingernails along her husband's constraining wrist viscously enough to draw blood. Mr. Malik hauled off to hit her once more. Now that I was positioned to flank him, Mikhail switched up his response. Twin (and triplets) don't have telepathy. What we have are our inherent abilities, honed by instincts and interwoven through numerous series of shared experiences.

I knew my brother's intent without devoting more than a heartbeat of attention. My brother swiftly maneuvered himself between the feuding couple by pushing the Mayor behind him so he could interposed his body into the path of Mr. Malik's blow. He could have blocked, but that would have entailed knocking the woman to the ground so he received the blow with his left shoulder.

His stumbling had as much to do with the weight of Mrs. Malik pulling him backward as the father's fist. It was the kind of blow we'd all learned to roll with some time ago. As it was, she almost spilled them both. Whatever Mr. Malik's intentions were for a follow-through never materialized.

I wrapped my arms around him from behind, mid-abdomen, lifted him up and spun him away from my brother. Having bought space and placed both my body and Mikhail's between him and his wife and daughter, I released him; putting the man down gently.

I didn't want to give him any scrapes, or bruises, to indicate I'd assaulted him. Yeah, we were saving the woman from domestic violence. That didn't make them 'not' our enemies.

‘Son of a; ‘ Mr. Malik crouched slightly. He was preparing to start wailing away which, given the events of the past fifteen seconds, was the height of foolishness.

He swung, I blocked then backed up. The Black bastard was probably used to fighting White pricks too small, too scared, or too drunk to fight back and mistook me for the same. Behind me, I heard Mikhail edging Mrs. Malik back.

‘Daddy!’ Taliyah screamed.

‘Stop this!’, ‘Let go of me!’ commanded the Mayor. ‘Chinedu, stop damn you!’ He kept swinging. Taliyah rushed in, causing her father's next blow to falter. He spent a few crucial seconds readjusting.

‘Damn you, Chine, stop beating up these two boys in front of Bob Carson's daughter!’

His next attack came up short as Mrs. Mayor 'shoved' me aside so she could confronted her husband.

‘Dom (Dominique was Mrs. Mayor Malik's given name), these shitheads are mocking us,’ he grumbled. Dominique turned her scrutiny in my direction. I kept my eyes on the guy who'd tried to hit me seconds earlier.

‘Which one are you?’ she sizzled.

‘Vladimir, Madame Mayor,’ I answered in a low, even tone.

‘He's Vlad, Mom,’ Taliyah stated at the same time.

‘Boy, are you giving me attitude?’ she gave me an evil stare.

‘No, Mrs. Malik. I don't like you at all, but I respect your office and I'm not partial to any man hitting any woman for any reason,’ I spoke softly.

‘Get you pasty-white asses off my stoop,’ Papa Malik raged.

‘Sir, my Brother and I are not going anywhere until we are certain you aren't going commit bodily harm to either lady on this premises,’ Mikhail declared.

He came for me because I was closest. Chine shouldn't have shoved his wife first. Playtime was over. He lashed out with his left fist. I took the offered arm, twisted it as he swung past me then applied an arm bar and took him to the ground.

‘Vlad!’ Brandy had finally gotten out of the car.

‘Get off me, you mutha-fuckas.’ He had shed his polite, educated veneer.

‘Get off my husband right; ‘ Dominique began. I had let go and backed off before she was finished.

‘Yes Ma'am,’ I complied. Chine scrambled to his feet, now truly furious. This time, psychology took over. The Mayor was primarily a creature of ambition (as Mom would explain later).

She weighed out who was in control; and who wasn't. The BBC methodology was grounded in the superiority of Black physical mystique. Mikhail and I had pretty much shattered that for Mr. Malik. Had he been rational, and his wife more cock-hungry, things would have played out differently.

‘Chine, calm down, you cretin,’ she seethed.

The crippling effect wasn't her words, it was her stance. Dominique stood behind me and to my left with her right hand resting on my left shoulder as she spoke. In the terminology of sexual politics, she was taking sanctuary from his Black thuggery behind my (temporary) White ascendancy; critically, the power that had just humiliated his masculine aura in front of his women (mother and daughter).

Mikhail further under-mined Mr. Malik's authority by moving to Taliyah's side in a warding manner and she was taking comfort in that protective gesture. 'That's right, Mr. Malik, I'm fucking your daughter too,' was how that gesture was red by him and it actually happened to be right this time.

‘Get out of my; ‘ Chinedu ranted.

‘It is my house,’ Mamma Malik shut him down, ‘and it is my career you are screwing up.’ The Samsonovs were already threatening her security due to her husband's blatant fooling around in a setting where so many people could have recognize him. Her reaction was to remind him know who had the balls in their relationship.

He must have sensed that growing shift in their 'imbalance' of power and that knowledge was probably what spurred him on to fuck Riley in the first place. He wouldn't let his wife rein in his BBC, no way, no how. Except she wasn't powerless, or as addicted to his sausage as he'd been relying on.

His options were slim; attack me and get his ass handed to him (again), or storm off like a petulant child. There was no way he'd knuckle under, he was a leech living off his wife's fortune, a cheating womanizer and a jock who'd peaked in life at twenty-two. Ignoring his wonderful daughter, he had nothing to show for his squandered life.

‘Boys, this is none of your God damn business. Get in your car and get the fuck away from my family,’ he made one last stab at domination.

‘Sir, are you going to settle down to the point where we aren't worried about your wife and daughter?’ Mikhail hovered protectively around Taliyah.

This was Not part of the Samsonov plan. We could take advantage of the situation and be the good guys doing it. Our declaration was 'we aren't leaving until your women think you'll stop being a raging asshole.'

‘Chine, get inside the house,’ his wife commanded with a steely voice.

I swear a vein on his temple throbbed. He was being 'tamed' and in front of two of his hated enemies; offspring of the hated Fonteneau Clan (Mom's people).

‘Fuck you!’ he flipped off the group of us. ‘I'm going out. I'll be back; whenever.’ He chose the 'petulant child' conflict resolution retort.

Oh, he stomped past us barely giving me time to edge Dominque out of his way. Another indication of the family's true center of gravity came to the fore.

‘Mom, do something,’ Taliyah complained. No, she wasn't asking her father to act like an adult, she was expecting her mother to fix things.

‘Taliyah, stay here,’ Dominque told her daughter before she proceeded to follow her spouse. Mikhail held the daughter back by extending out his arms in an inverted 'V' from his sides so she couldn't slip around him. I took after the mother.

‘Samsonov, what do you; ‘ she got out. She was still chasing after her husband.

‘Madam Mayor, you can slam the door in my face if you think you are fast enough,’ I cut her off. By the time I got the words out, we'd both passed over the threshold leading into their mansion. We caught up with him in the 'mud room' next to the attached garage.

‘Mister,’ she threatened her spouse, ‘you had better check yourself.’ He was grabbing a set of keys out of a wicker bowl, spun around with an angry retort dying on his lips when he saw me.

‘You had better remember I'm the Master of this house, Dominque. You aren't going to be able to hide behind your 'Snowflake' for long,’ he tried to intimidate her. ‘I'm going out. It is too white in here for me.’

‘You stay away from Riley,’ she countered. ‘You may have done enough damage you pea-brained idiot.’ No love lost there anymore. He attempted physical intimidation. She held her ground. I stepped up until I was at her right shoulder. He didn't make the final step into her personal space. Dominique's face wasn't visible to me but I had no doubt she was smiling over his fearful hesitation.

‘You of all people, cowering behind the Sons of Gayle Fonteneau,’ he chuckled bitterly. ‘That's rich. You think I've been disagreeable up until now, wait to all your pals know who your daughter is seeing.’ That was extra rich because Dominque wasn't the one cowering, he was.

‘She's your daughter; ‘

‘I know who she looks like and it ain't me,’ she blurted out before recalling I was standing right there. I could feel the incinerator's scorching hatred boiling off of Dominique. He gave us one last sneer, turned and went out the door into the garage. Not a word was exchanged by us until the electric whir of the automatic door closing extinguished the fading roar of the Chinedu's car's engine.

‘Vladimir, is it?’ her icy tone ended our détente.

‘Yes Madame Mayor; ‘

‘If you discuss any of this, I will make your already difficult life in this town far more onerous than you can possibly imagine. Important people owe me favors,’ she stated.

‘Your willingness to resort to corruption to get your way doesn't inspire me to believe you would respect any deal we could make, Madame Mayor,’ I countered. That made her turn around and look at me oddly.

‘That was vaguely intelligent; more intelligent than I would normally associate with someone of your age and educational level,’ she clarified.

‘Don't tell Taliyah what was said here,’ she cautiously threatened.

‘Whether I do, or don't, will have nothing to do with the threat of any power you think you have over me and my family,’ I shook my head.

‘That's not a; ‘ Dominque pressed.

‘Tell me what?’ Taliyah asked rather abruptly. She, Mikhail and Brandy had been following us at a more cautious rate.

‘Vladimir,’ the Mom's voice grew harsher.

‘She doesn't want you to worry about your father's irrational state of mind,’ I could literally hear myself repeating something any of my law enforcement relatives would have said.

Law enforcement had to act with integrity, that didn't mean being honest 24/7. I wasn't a police officer; yet, if ever; but I felt obliged to cleave as close to such a code of conduct as I was able. Justice didn't include punishing Taliyah for something beyond her control. That didn't mean I couldn't hold the threat over her mother's head.

‘Mrs. Malik, I'd like my brother to stay here while I drive Brandy home. I will come back straight away to make sure everything is alright if that is okay with you?’ I requested.

‘Do I have a choice?’ she regarded me steadily.

‘Of course, Madam Mayor. If you kick us out, Mikhail will sit across the street and wait for my return,’ I nodded. ‘We can be annoyingly persistent too.’

‘Mikhail is it?’ she looked to my brother. ‘Do you want something to drink?’

‘I would like to make sure Taliyah is squared away first, Mrs. Malik,’ he responded.

‘I'm not your damn responsibility, you knuckle dragger,’ the daughter glared.

‘Ah; Taliyah, do you want me to hang around?’ Brandy offered.

‘No,’ Taliyah snapped. ‘I'm in this mess because of you. If; forget about it.’

‘Come on Brandy. I'll take you home,’ I suggested. The departure was positively unremarkable in comparison to our journey there.

To be continued in part 5, based on the work by FinalStand for Literotica.