Ozark Race Wars: Part 5

Approved Affection.

Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

 

Brandy was unlocking the door when I put a hand on her elbow and strongly turned her around. Frustration morphed into confusion and blossomed into happiness as I exacted my promised minute make-out session. Even a colossal distraction as big as the Mayor's family implosion wouldn't keep me from my Brandy-time.

Big Bob 'caught' us at it. The door had been opened and the AC was exiting the front door.

‘Hands above the belt-line, Mr. Samsonov,’ he grumbled in a friendly manner.

‘Daddy,’ Brandy pouted to her Papa. ‘He's behaving himself.’

‘Are you behaving yourself around my daughter?’ the Sheriff quizzed me.

‘Sir, I'd rather go directly to the 500 hours of community service than answer that question; Sir,’ I replied. Big Bob snorted. Brandy rolled her eyes, gave me one last peck then glided past her patriarch.

‘I haven't see her that happy in a long time,’ Big Bob spoke softly. ‘Whatever you are doing, be a gentleman about it.’

‘Ugh; I'll do my best Sheriff Carson, but it's difficult,’ I groaned. Bob laughed at me and my 'agony'.

‘Take care, Vlad,’ he gave one final nod before closing the door. I made a quick call to Mom to update her to our change in plans. Mikhail had beaten me to the punch. She understood I had to hand-off Brandy first, no harm / no foul. She asked me to hang out at Dominque's place for a while because she knew Mr. Malik was a devious, lying rat-bastard and believed he would sweet talk his daughter into letting him back into his wife's proximity.

I mulled over handing her the Malik family secret. I trusted Mom. More to the point, I trusted her to respect my decision to want that tidbit handled with care. No cops harassed me on the return trip. I had taken a circuitous route to be on the safe side. The Police Chief might be the Mayor's ally, or he might be a BBC devotee and have a Brutha solidarity moment with Chinedu too.

According to their methodology, once he gave her that cock, she'd forgive every other indiscretion. True or not, I was going to try and cock-block that maneuver. I didn't have a plan when I arrived. Something immediately presented itself to me in the form of a Candy Apple Red 2014 Jaguar F Type V8 S convertible.

Daddy, or Sugar-Daddy was way generous to the tune of one hundred grand; that was for damn sure. The billow red mane topping that curvaceous frame was a clear indicator the shit was going to hit the fan at the Malik household. Chine was her BBC addiction, but the Mayor was her boss and political mentor.

The look she sent me was fearful over her general situation and one of only passing interest, a look I was becoming familiar with. She was yet another hot, sexy piece of filet mignon that didn't fuck White guys. Groan.

‘Who are you?’ she was polite enough, possibly seeking to delay the upcoming confrontation.

‘I'm Vladimir Samsonov, junior Prince of Evil and I'm here to talk with your boss; she's expecting me,’ dispelled her protest that the Mayor was too busy for me.

‘Riley Pasternak,’ she smiled. ‘I don't recognize the accent,’ she added as I passed her. She let me ring the doorbell too.

Statuesque and voluptuous; that is what I would call Riley. Burnished coppery hair, thick and glossy flowed in waves down to the middle of her back. Well defined brows of a slightly lighter but no less fiery color framed her oval face and enhanced her verdant eyes, pale freckled skin and flushed cheeks.

The makeup she chose didn't really enhance her features which said she didn't wear it that often and the scar above her brow confirmed that she was a tomboy.

She dressed to be seen, but also to move in whatever capacity needed. The push up black halter was a strong contrast to her pale skin and plumped up her already impressive cleavage.

Below it she wore almost too tight hip huggers that had her lush belly just barely spilling over the waistband. Right above said waistband on the back of her hip was a tattoo that red ‘Red Wolf Bitch’ for the Arkansas State Mascot. A second one was teasingly just out of sight on the front of the other hip.

Drawing away just a bit from the sexy outfit were all the hippie doodles on her pants. It looked as if she'd let a five year old color on them before she put them on, the neon colors seeming to jump off the denim. She completed the ensemble with cork wedges and a tiny red purse hanging by an equally tiny red string from her shoulder.

‘I'm from Alaska,’ I let her know. The door flew open in seconds, revealing a tumultuous Dominque who slipped on a semi-civil mask when she saw me.

‘Vlad, I thought you were going to stop by your place before coming back for your brother,’ she addressed me. ‘Ms. Pasternak, get in here,’ she was more abrupt with her 'underling'.

I stepped aside to let Riley pass. I hadn't been invited in. Dominque took my actions into account.

‘Come in Vlad. Go find your brother. I'll talk to you later,’ she said.

‘Well,’ I began once I stepped in, ‘I think I'd be of more use sticking with you.’

Dominque slammed the door behind me.

‘I won't need you with me,’ she corrected me.

‘I'm not staying to help you,’ I corrected her. ‘I'm staying to make sure Ms. Pasternak doesn't come to some misfortune.’ The Mayor didn't seem pleased.

‘What does he mean?’ Riley looked from her Boss to me.

‘Go, Vlad,’ she commanded. I was a guest in her home. Barring extenuating circumstances, I was taught to behave.

‘Well, nice to see you again, Ms. Pasternak,’ I regarded my fellow guest. Off I went, listening for sounds of my brother and Taliyah. I was almost out of sight;

‘Where have we met before?’ Riley worried.

‘Go, Vlad,’ my hostess repeated. I kept going.

‘The Cineplex two weeks ago,’ I said over my shoulder. ‘The Purge: Anarchy.’

‘Oh God,’ she moaned. ‘V; Vlad is it; please don't leave.’

I reversed course. Dominique could tell that ordering me about at this point was useless. The same instinct which had placed me between Chine and her was placing me between her and Riley.

‘You fucked him,’ Madame Mayor fumed. ‘Worse, you let him fuck you in a public place you; simple-minded bimbo.’

‘Listen Mrs. Malik; it; I; he was insistent,’ Riley back-pedaled into a wall.

‘And you happened to forget he was my husband?’ Dominque seethed. I had to admit she looked rather volcanic, her ass, hips and boobs trembling with repressed energy as she got ready to erupt. I maneuvered so I flanked them both, ready to interpose myself if necessary.

‘How many times, Riley?’ I posed the question. ‘How many times did the two of you hook up?’

‘Four, five,’ she reconsidered her response. Dominique looked ready to explode. She mastered herself with a great effort of will.

‘What is going to happen when your Grandfather, that racist Jew Bastard, finds out you are back to banging big black bucks, Again?’ she threatened. Riley blanched. ‘He threatened to disown you last time. This time, he'll do it, Princess. Then you will be nothing more than another in a long line of chunky Cocoa Puff's. No car, no apartment and damn, I'll make sure you don't have a job anymore.’

‘Reggie won't; ‘ she protested desperately.

‘Whore, you are only fun to be around because your fat ass is forbidden fruit. Senator Murdoch can get a dozen fresher Betties to haul his coal.’ I'd go to Mom to explain the jargon flying around. ‘I know for a fact he likes them young.’

'Betty's' were White chicks. 'Hauling coal' meant taking black dick. Why couldn't people just say that instead of confusing everything with racial slurs? Riley's reaction showed she was playing into that fear; no fortune and no more choice selections of BBC's.

‘Umm; ‘ Riley flickered her eyes my way.

‘Chinedu already spilled all this secrets,’ Dominique lied. She'd spilled them in her rage, but these two women lying and cheating wasn't my primary concern; taking advantage of their wickedness was. ‘He has his own reasons for keeping quiet.’ Riley glanced speculatively from me to Dominique.

‘Ha,’ Madame Mayor snorted in derision. ‘I don't do White boys.’ Oh, that deserved some hard fucking; screw the bitch. I was considering what derogatory idiocy was going to vomit forth from my mouth when Riley's phone rang. Absently she pulled it out of her purse. She paled when she saw the caller ID. Dom snatched it away then trembled.

I took it out of her hands before she could make Riley eat the device.

‘Both of you keep quiet,’ I demanded. I answered the phone.

‘Baby-cakes, let's hook up tonight,’ Mr. Malik oozed his masculine charisma. ‘I feel like stepping out and I want to see you on your knees worshipping my award-winning Arkansas Black Snake, you cock-hungry slut.’

He was loud enough so that both women could hear. I pointed a warning finger in Riley's face.

‘Sorry, Mr. Baker, but Riley can't come to the phone right now. She's choking down my Slavic salami, but; after I finish with her and your wife, I'll send the tramp back your way; if she can still walk.’

‘Wa, huh, wha, Who? Samsonov?, what did you just say?’ he blathered.

‘I'm kind of busy right now, Sir,’ I taunted him. ‘Hold on.’ I spanked Riley's flank. She gasped. ‘That was the sound of me smacking your wife's luscious, sweet and highly neglected ass. I gotta go. Your women look famished for some fucking respect and attention. I'm sure you can find a glory hole to entertain yourself at. I'll talk to you in the morning. Bye,’ I signed off before he could reply.

I cut off Riley's phone then pocketed it. They were both staring at me in utter shock. Dominique's full, plump lips first closed then she opened them to start laughing.

‘Boy, Vlad, that was hilarious,’ she chortled.

‘That was a freebie, Dominique,’ I grinned.

‘There are two kinds of cheaters; the ones who convince themselves it will never happen to them, and the ones who believe everyone cheats. That allows them to both allow themselves to violate the essence of their relationships,’ I glibly stated, ‘It also makes them want to utterly control their partners so they don't end up becoming cuckolds themselves.’

‘Mr. Samsonov; ‘ Dominique studied me, ‘you continue to show me you are much more dangerous than you appear.’ Taking into account my size, excellent physical shape, exhibited self-control and clear elucidation, I could only imagine I was 'dangerous' for a White guy; what a tight-ass shrew.

‘Flattery will get you nowhere, Mrs. Malik,’ I politely responded. ‘I don't do older Black chicks; or date used-up girls who only fuck Black guys. One of the three of us has to have some standards.’ They blinked; it was the whole 'da White boy thinks he can talk back to us?' bullshit.

‘I'll go looking for Mikhail now. You two have fun sharing in your communal 'I've been dicked-over, bent over and forced to suck another woman's vaginal fluids off his cock' Chine-experiences. I pray neither one of you've done Ass-to-Mouth with him; that would turn my stomach. Bye,’ I waved as I departed. Dominique grabbed my arm, her fingernails digging in.

‘What makes you think you can insult me that way, in my own house?’ she lambasted me.

‘It is the truth and we both know it,’ I shrugged. ‘Somebody needs to start telling the truth around here, don't you think?’

‘Get your brother and get out,’ she snapped.

‘Done deal,’ I answered. ‘Riley; ‘ The doorbell rang. From the look on everyone's faces, none of us were expecting a caller.

‘Don't you move,’ Dom glared at me, ‘and don't you do a damn thing,’ she balefully instructed Riley. Off she stormed.

‘Gayle, what are you doing here?’ Dom greeted my Mom.

‘I brought dinner for my boys, Dominique,’ she responded snidely. ‘I expect them to be gentlemen and you to not give a damn about anyone but yourself.’

‘You've got some nerve showing up on my doorstep,’ Dom grumbled.

‘Not really,’ Mom shouldered her way inside. ‘I've gotten on with my life. I see you've done the same.’

‘Bitch,’ Dom sizzled yet didn't stop her.

‘Kitchen?’ my maternal unit asked me. She was holding a wicker picnic basket and a large paper bag in one hand and a covered pot with a pail in the other. I pointed the way. She winked.

Belatedly, Dominique slammed the door and stalked after Mom.

‘What would ever possess you that I'd welcome you into my house,’ she spat. ‘After what you did to Leon; ‘

‘Had; do you really want to rehash that right now considering neither one of us has forgotten, or forgiven a damn thing?’ Mom countered.

‘Leon is still sucking his puree through a straw and pissing in a colostomy bag,’ Dominique simmered.

‘Mom?’ I questioned.

‘Oh, you haven't told your boys about what you and Theo did?’ Dominque taunted her. Mom wasn't perturbed in the least.

‘Vlad, do you trust me?’ my Mother asked me.

‘Sure. You can be unfathomable and crazy, but I don't think you've ever hurtfully deceive me.’

‘Boy, you had better check that naiveté,’ Mayor Malik warned me.

‘Vlad, the last time Theo and I spent any time under the same roof was here, in Fonteneau,’ she used Kingston's old name. ‘Leon Fox, Dominique's brother, and six other Black bulls decided to brutalize me, I was barely alive when I crawled my way back to the road where Mr. Cobb found me,’ she relayed in a pleasant tone.

‘So you say,’ Dom interrupted. ‘It was your word against them and those seven had iron-clad alibis. To you, all Black men looked alike.’

‘Think what you want. I identified all seven of them. You dad and the police chief wouldn't prosecute even though I know they were heard around town bragging about it; how they'd 'taught me a lesson'.’

‘Mom, what the hell is going on?’ I worried.

‘Your Great-Aunt wouldn't accept that the police's investigation acquitted my brother and his friends; Because it was Black officers accepting the words of seven Black men, one of them the newly-minted Mayor's son, over a scared, battered child's,’ Mom gave a feral grin.

‘Yeah, you racist bitch,’ Dominique seethed.

‘Theo believed me. Aunt Matilda and Theo both believed me and not your chick-shit police force cover-up,’ Mom kept smiling though there was not mirth behind it. ‘Theo made damn sure the guilty paid.’

‘He damn near beat four grown men to death,’ Dom grumbled. ‘One of them was my brother.’

‘Vlad, Theo took a fileting knife and a crowbar with him when he rode his bicycle out and hunted those scumbags down,’ Mom explained while staring at my host. ‘He found four of them together. He put all four in the hospital.’

‘He ended up in the hospital as well,’ Mom added, ‘if that makes you feel better.’

‘Is that why Uncle Theo ended up in military school?’ I inquired.

‘He got off lucky,’ Dom bristled. ‘Leon; and Roscoe Sumner never left the damn hospital, Bitch.’ She turned on me. ‘Rufus never did see out of his left eye again and Martin Cutler still has to walk with leg braces and a cane.’

Uncle Theo and Mom; that explained a great deal about her and her twin's relationship. I knew Mom had once broken into his military school/prison to see him. I also knew now that Mom hadn't lied to me; this vendetta was with this entire sick town, not blanket racism on her part.

Black individuals in this town had raped her and other Blacks had covered it up. Theo had avenged her and paid for that with five years of his freedom. Had the Kingston's Black police force simply pursued a proper course of justice, then those seven men would have gotten what the law allowed; and be out of jail by now.

Maybe that would have helped Gayle Fonteneau's emotional wounds heal. That didn't happen though. That injustice explained why Mom had initially run away from Dad. She'd suffered at the hands of law enforcement and she carried that distrust and disgust with her into her first meeting with Dad.

That had to be some awkward emotional gymnastics on her part.

‘Oh, come on now,’ Mom chortled. ‘Leon is in a nice assisted-care living facility and Roscoe is in a coma just down the hall from him.’

‘What happened to Le; your brother, Mrs. Malik?’ I asked.

‘According to the reconstructive specialist in Austin he was hit 27 times with a crowbar, that's what happened,’ she spat at my Mother. ‘Even now his face doesn't look right and he's one step above a vegetable.’

‘You took Aunt Matilda's hush money,’ Mom gloated. ‘You all did.’

‘That doesn't mean your brother wasn't a psycho, racist bastard,’ Dom shot back.

‘Bullshit, Dominique. Your Daddy made the town accept Aunt Mattie's deal because she was bringing in the Arkansas State Police (ASP) to investigate Theo's defense claims and that would have fried the whole lot of you,’ Mom ignored Dom's snit. Seeing my disbelief, she told me, ‘Back in 1986, the ASP had its fair share of White racists.’

‘Had those seven not been guilty as sin; ‘ she glared at the Mayor, ‘maybe Theo wouldn't have gone Rambo on this burgh.’

‘Enough!’ I intervened. ‘This is not helping us with the problem at hand. Right now, all Mikhail and I are worried about is whether Mr. Malik is going to come home tonight pissed off, drunk off his ass, or both.’

‘Why should you care?’ Madame Mayor turned my way. Mom started laughing which only made the woman angrier.

‘Because unlike you, me and most of this town, my boys are decent individuals who actually give a crap about strangers, regardless of their melatonin levels,’ she snorted. She made eye contact with Mrs. Malik.

‘Don't blame me,’ Mom chuckled. ‘I would be much happier of your shiftless shit of a husband came back and beat the fuck out of you and your daughter. To me, that would be poetic justice for what your father let him get away with.’

‘No happening, Mom,’ I declared. ‘Mikhail and I are eighteen now so you can't make us go home. If he's really a threat; ‘

‘And you can't trust the police,’ Mom sneered at Dom. ‘Your police force, Dominique.’

‘You are one twisted cock-whore,’ Dom riposted.

‘Seven young men assaulted me,’ Mom snarled. ‘Three weren't around when Theo caught up with the other four. ‘Charles Baker was one of them. The other was Demetrius Quinterre. These days he is the Chief of Police.’

‘Charles Baker is Chinedu Malik now?’ I requested.

‘Yeah,’ Mom beamed hostility Mamma Malik's way. ‘The fall after 'it' happened, Charles went to Arkansas State on a football scholarship and changed his name to something more 'African'. If he thinks it made it so that Theo couldn't find him, he's sorely mistaken.’

‘Where is your crazy brother anyway?’

‘Which one?’ Mom snorted. ‘I've got a few.’

‘Theo, you crazy cunt.’

‘He joined the US Army straight out of the academy. He ended up in Ranger School then the Green Beret,’ Mom updated her. ‘Now he's a contract killer for God-knows who. You, the FBI and the US military all are curious about his whereabouts.’

‘That's; ‘ Dominique looked at me. What can I say? I have an honest face. ‘Do you believe that?’ she asked me.

‘Madame Mayor, I've talked to the men from Fort Bragg who have come calling. How to put this; Uncle Theo is exceedingly eccentric; beyond what Mom is.’

In a normal situation, this would be when the concerned wife asked if her husband was in danger from my lunatic uncle. Not Mrs. Malik. Hell, a martyred husband killed by a violent racist would be a big boost to her career. It would also remove any chance of her hubby blowing up the situation with Riley, thus Riley's Sugar-Daddy. I could almost see the cold, calculating wheels turning behind her eyes.

‘That's hardly encouraging. Fine; Gayle, you can get out. Vlad, I'm going to make some phone calls. Why don't you see what your brother has gotten up to,’ the Mayor commanded. Mom shot me a wink when Mrs. Malik pulled out her phone.

‘Bring home the pot and basket when you leave,’ she advised me. She took my arm and pulled me to the door.

‘You have your toiletries and fresh clothes in the bag (the big, brown paper one she'd arrived with). Then, as she hugged me, she shoved something into my front, left pocket. That weekend with the Vegas hookers paid off, I recalled the crinkly sound condom wrappers make. ‘For Mikhail,’ she whispered. He was being given her 'okay' to any sexual missteps that might happen if we weren't sent straight home.

I imagined most teenage boys would be thrilled to have their mothers handing them some condoms and silently wishing them luck. Not me. This was some fucked-up shit Mikhail, Alexander and I had stepped into. Mom turned without further advice and went to Dad's black '2012 F-150' pick-up truck. I closed the door, then went looking for the ladies.

Dominique had taken Riley into the living room. The younger woman was sitting contritely on the sofa while the Mayor quietly brow-beat whomever was on the other end of that phone conversation. I spared them a look, knew I wasn't needed, or wanted, so I went for the stairs.

‘Taliyah, Mikhail, Dinner's here,’ I called up. I remained at the bottom of the stairs until Mikhail showed himself.

‘Was that Mom?’ he calmly inquired.

‘Yeah. She's gone now,’ I gave a wry grin. ‘It is safe you two to come down.’ A few seconds later, Taliyah appeared.

‘What is it?’ she was referring to dinner.

‘Whatever Kamika cooked for us,’ I replied. She shrugged, clearly upset with the past few minutes of her life. She still came down. She'd missed lunch unless you counted cum swallowed, then had cheerleader workouts, horse-riding and a sex-session with my brother. Mikhail was perpetually hungry as was the norm for growing boys our age and metabolisms.

The remarkable thing was her reaction to Mikhail and his blasé attitude. He wasn't walking on eggshells, as Alexander would have, or being sympathetic, like me. Mikhail was being Mikhail; Taliyah's problems weren't his concern so he wasn't intruding. If she wanted some emotional input from him, she'd have to do the 'reaching out'.

We doled out portions. Taliyah started with three bowls (for the host of baby-back pork ribs) and plates for the potatoes, carrots and string beans. I motioned for two more. She mentally debated my request before complying. Kamika must have packed a family of eight. There was plenty to spare.

After the meal was apportioned, I took two plates and a glass of Pomegranate Juice (Taliyah poured for her Mom) and a glass of lemonade for Riley. I juggled the lot as I traipsed into the living room. The conversation stopped when I appeared. I didn't engage either with eye contact, though I could tell Dominique resented me serving dinner to her guest. I retreated with the same grace I'd exhibited entering.

The two high-schoolers had attacked the ribs with gusto.

‘Hmm; these are some damn fine ribs,’ Taliyah waved a freshly-cleaned bone my way. ‘No wonder the men in your family are so damn huge.’ Right as the words tumbled out of her mouth, she shot Mikhail a dirty look, daring him to make a snide aside about the size of his cock. Mikhail didn't take the bait.

‘Give Kamika a call around noon-time. She'll add a place-setting for you at the dinner table,’ he replied after vigorously sucking the meat off his fourth victim. That was the opposite of what she expected a man, a Black man, to say. She'd never had a possibly sexually suggestive chat with a White guy.

‘The food's not so good I'd want to spend time with you,’ she poked him.

‘I'm not hot to re-experience your she-devil bitchiness either, Taliyah,’ he teased her. ‘I've got to accept that Brandy's going to keep putting a sappy smile on Vlad's face and that suggests they'll crawl out of bed long enough to get some food.’

‘We are never going to have sex again,’ she wacked his hand with a fresh rib, leaving a saucy mark.

Mikhail licked the sweet substance off while keeping eye contact with the girl. She refused to back down from his provocation. My brother responded by tenderly poking her lips with a fresh rib. She kept her mouth closed yet couldn't keep the smile from her face. She countered by presented piece of meat in front of him. Mikhail caught the offering in his teeth and shook it hungrily.

Now I felt like the one who should tell them to get a room. The two began making messes of each other's faces with sloppy feedings of one another before including me in the game. It was so engrossing, we three missed Mrs. Malik coming into the kitchen and catching us at play.

‘Taliyah, what, are, you, doing?’ her mother clipped off each world.

‘I'm keeping the White boys quiet,’ the daughter thought quickly on her feet.

‘Oh, that's what you call it,’ Dominique's eyebrow arched. ‘It looks more like your flirting with them both.’

‘What!’ Taliyah squalled. ‘I hate Mikhail; Vlad's okay. He treats Brandy like she matters, not the way Darius does. He treats her like a cum dumpster.’

‘I thought you wanted to be with Darius?’ Dom studied her daughter intently.

‘Well; I've changed my mind. His whole attitude; the 'I'm a football stud' is getting too pricey for my tastes,’ she clarified. ‘Rashaan has his head so far up Darius' ass that's stopped being funny too.’

‘Taliyah, if you stop dating Rashaan, you won't be popular,’ mom protested.

‘Listen to your mother,’ Mikhail agreed. ‘Look how well hooking up with a football star worked out for her.’ Waves of furious emotions radiated from mom. Taliyah's reaction was far more direct.

‘You bastard!’ Taliyah swore before she punched him in the upper arm. She was starting to cry.

Chine may have been a raging prick to Samsonov eyes, but he was Taliyah's Daddy.

‘Fuck,’ he exaggerated. ‘What makes you think; ow,’ he recoiled as she began to rain blows down on his upper arm and chest. Tears started to stream down her face as she pummeled my brother who took his beating like a champ.

‘You are such a; a; ‘ she stammered.

‘Neanderthal?’ he volunteered. Two more blows were her response then her attacks lost strength and direction. Mikhail wrapped her up in his arms as she sobbed into the crux of his arm and chest.

‘Feel free to hate me as much as you need to,’ he held her tight. ‘I'm not that fond of you either.’ He kept her close for another minute.

‘I'll take her upstairs,’ Mikhail told Dominique. He kept an arm around her shoulders to aid her direction and off they went. The Mayor looked my way.

‘I don't know what's up with that,’ I shrugged. ‘Mikhail really is a jerk most of the time. Heck, he's the biggest bastard of the three of us; the most like Mom's dark side, so I'm not sure what he's doing being nice to your daughter.’

‘If he does something to her,’ she threatened me. Her eyes went past me to Riley who had come to the open doorway. ‘Don't you start thinking you can be leaving,’ she aimed her prodigies' way. ‘I'm not done with you.’

‘Besides, he's still out there,’ I meant Mr. Malik. ‘He's likely to do something irrational that both of you will regret.’

‘Why should you care? You are a Fonteneau,’ the Mayor grumbled in an accusatory voice.

‘I'm not sure,’ I shrugged. ‘I trust my Mom a lot more than I believe your version of events. From what I know of Uncle Theo, if he wasn't sure justice had been done, he'd have come back here already.’

‘The fact you are choosing to revisit this tragedy now makes me wonder when I'll see him again,’ I tacked on.

‘Ah, could I have some more of those ribs?’ Riley extended her plate. She needed to finish her veggies.

‘All that pork is going straight to those fat hips and big ass, Girl,’ the Mayor cruelly teased her.

Riley was embarrassed. I stood up from the kitchen table, took Riley's plate, and filled it with the portions of meat Taliyah and Mikhail had left behind. That seemed to mollify her to the point she felt good enough to walk, with her plate, back to the living room.

‘You shouldn't be nice to her,’ the Mayor cautioned me. ‘She's just another whore for Black Cock. Another White girl freak beneath the sheets.’

That the Mayor was likely one as well wasn't something I felt I should bring up at the moment. Instead of arguing, I began to clean up the kitchen, putting the leftovers in Tupperware containers, washing the plates and then the pot and food containers. All the while, Dominique watched me work.

‘I thought you had domestic help,’ she said condescending tone.

‘A) any kind of help is something new to us boys and Dad. B) Mom insists we all pitch in and help out. That means washing cookware and plates after meals, haul fertilizer and taking away yard debris and cleaning our rooms. We have chores.’

‘That defeats the purpose of having servants,’ she insisted.

‘That house is huge, the 'help' could use the help, chores remind us we all need to work together and it teaches us not to take people for granted,’ I repeated my Mom's words from our first day in the house.

‘Your clan used to be such snobs, looking down on all us Black folks.’

‘However the Fonteneau acted was before our time, Madam Mayor; ‘

‘Call me Dominique, or Mrs. Malik in my home, Vladimir. You are Vladimir, right?’ she said.

‘Yes Dominique, I'm Vlad, the middle one. Alexander is oldest, so he's the most mature, I'm the middle triplet, so I'm the best mix of Mom and Dad, and Mikhail is the youngest so he's always out to prove himself.’

‘Fascinating,’ she responded drolly. ‘Stay out of the way while I deal with Riley. I'll get her squared away then deal with you and your brother.’ With that, she walked off to give Riley another huge piece of her mind, rage and frustration. As I was putting up the pot to dry, the doorbell rang. I heard Mamma Malik's heels click on the marble floors as she stormed over to the door.

‘Demetrius, what are you doing here?’ I heard he say from the door.

‘I heard you were having some problem with those Samsonov boys,’ he announced. ‘I'm here to make sure everything is okay.’

‘You mean my worthless, cheating husband sent you over to make them leave,’ she groused.

‘He might have indicated they were causing you problems,’ the Police Chief allowed. ‘Let me pour those Cornfeds into their car and send them home.’

‘No,’ Dominique's voice cracked the whip of authority. ‘He is out whoring and drinking and that means he ain't coming home tonight; end of story.’

‘I'll leave Oliver with a patrol car watching your place if that is the case,’ he tried to mollify her.

‘On really,’ she mocked him. ‘You, Chinedu and Oliver are all drinking buddies. You and your cronies aren't going to keep my husband's drunk ass from darkening my doorway. You let Chine know he's not welcome here tonight.’

‘Dom, you are being unreasonable,’ the cop leader cooed. I didn't have to imagine him touching her. The Kingston cops were far too touchy-feely with women.

‘Don't you touch me, you poltroon,’ she blasted him. I wondered if he even knew what a poltroon was. He knew it was an insult though.

‘Listen up, Dominique,’ his voice grew low and threatening. That was my cue.

‘Madam Mayor, is everything okay?’ I stepped into the hallway. Demetrius' eyes latched onto me before turning his sneer the Mayor's way.

‘Why, don't he look cozy,’ he accused Dominique.

‘Buddy,’ I wasn't going to call him an 'officer', or 'Chief', ‘Mom just enlightened me to what you and Chine did to her all those years ago. Statute of Limitations may have passed, but don't you think the Samsonov's consider justice to be done.’

‘I also know that any crime involving you and a Deputy's son automatically brings in the Arkansas State Police. Cross that portal and you cease being a concerned police officer and become a home invader,’ I channeled my father and all his kin going back a dozen generations.

‘How about I arrest you for trespassing?’ he want for his 'bracelets' while his right hand rested on the ass of his piece.

‘My house, Demetrius and I've invited him and his brother in. Believe me, Dem, if you don't hot-foot it off my property then my next call Will be to the State Police reporting You for criminal trespass,’ she growled at the cop.

‘So, you've become an Oreo?’ he mocked her. ‘I can't wait to hear what the town council has to say about that.’

‘Consider they are the same crowd who invited Dr. Pierre O'Rourke Jean-Georges to be our Principle for the next ten months; ‘ I began my counter-mock.

‘Five years,’ the Mayor glowered at the Chief. ‘The school board; which you are on, Demetrius; gave that freakazoid a five year contract.’

‘Holy Shit,’ I gasped. I thought he was a plague with a one year duration. There was going to be a whole high school experience with that nut at the helm.

‘Madame Mayor, are you on the School Board?’

‘Not this year, Vladimir,’ she replied while continuously coruscated at the top cop. ‘I resigned last Spring so I could concentrate on my campaign for the open State Senate seat.

‘Good for you,’ I congratulated her. ‘Chief Quinterre, you need to be going. Oh, and don't forget that Uncle Theo is still on the CIA Ten Most Wanted and hasn't forgotten your name.’ He blanched.

‘Boy,’ he shook a finger at me. Dominique had seen enough. ‘You and I aren't; ‘ She slowly closed the door in his face in mid threat.

‘Your uncle is on the CIA Ten Most Wanted List?’ she looked at me curiously.

‘Not that I know of. I don't even think the CIA has such a thing. He is more of a contract killer who works overseas than a domestic terrorist,’ I shrugged. ‘I don't think any of the people hunting Uncle Theo down plan to have him stand trial.’

‘Boy, your Mama has filled your head with all kind of crazy ideas,’ Dominique advised me.

‘Fair enough,’ I allowed. I trusted Mom and Uncle Theo more than I trusted her and her ilk. Arguing the point was pain for no gain.

‘I'll stay out of your way until you need me,’ I backed off. My first concern was Mikhail. I padded upstairs stealthily and followed the sounds of sobbing. Taliyah was in her four-poster bed, face down in a pillow; probably having the worse day of her young life. Mikhail was sitting on the floor near the foot of her bed, playing a game on his phone. I kept out of sight.

‘Get out of my room,’ she mumbled.

‘Make me,’ Mikhail didn't bother looking up from his diversion.

‘I said 'get out',’ she repeated with a bit more energy.

‘My ears work just fine; thanks for asking,’ he sounded bored.

‘You are an asshole,’ she twisted her torso so she could look down at the top of his head. He didn't physically respond.

‘Good to know.’

‘I called you an asshole,’ she repeated with more resentment.

‘You aren't the first one to say that. I doubt you'll be the last,’ his apathy shown through.

‘Get out,’ she simmered. ‘Get out now!’ He stopped playing, swiveled his head until he had eye contact.

‘I don't think so,’ he provoked her. ‘You aren't nearly aggravated enough.’

She yanked her pillow out from beneath her comforter and bopped him on the head with it. I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was giving her a mischievous smirk. She whaled away, getting onto her knees so she could put more 'oomph' into swings. First Mikhail raised up his left arm to defend himself.

When Taliyah went for the double-handed blows he rolled away, forcing her to get off the bed to pursue him. She launched herself upon his prone form, continuing to pillow-pummel him. He didn't laugh, or mock her. Instead, he let her exhaust herself both physically and emotionally.

‘I hate you,’ she glowered down on him. She saddled his stomach, still in her cheerleader outfit with her chest heaving. I was starting to figure out this guy-girl thing because I knew it was time for to me go. The moan I heard rumbling deep in Taliyah's bosom was one of passion sealed with a kiss. Compared to the situation downstairs; there I feared I would have to play referee to avoid hair-pulling, the foulest of language and the incidental blood-letting.

{meanwhile at the Fonteneau house}

Andrea felt awkward when things started out. Slowly the feeling of comfort seeped in around her. She, Bebe and Mr. Samsonov kept silent vigil over their delicious meals. Everyone else chatted away about their days, articles they'd red and things going on at the children's elementary school. She'd worried when she'd been placed beside Alexander; he seemed to know a great deal about his English teacher yet he'd pretty much ignored her once dinner was served.

Watching him play 'big brother' to Consuela's offspring was somewhat endearing. Andrea was even able to brush up some of her Spanish comprehension as the three Hispanic adults, Mrs. Samsonov and the two youngsters switched back and forth between the languages. In a serious way, she was saddened when the meal ended.

‘We all take our plates to the kitchen,’ Alexander finally spoke to her.

She'd been day-dreaming while she ate, so she'd missed the completion of dessert.

‘Okay,’ she smiled. Kamika and Alexander took over the dishwashing duties with the help of Gustavo, Consuela's ten-year old son. The daughter, Isabo, was six, so too small to be of much help. Mr. Samsonov left with Anita to drive her home while Consuela, the Martinez's and Isabo retired to the den to watch Azteca Spanish-language television.

‘Come with us,’ Mrs. Samsonov; Gayle directed. The woman had an imperious way about her. She and Bebe followed the Lady of the House to the den as well. She fixed them drinks. Andrea protested initially then gratefully accepted something in a tall glass called a Cape Codder = vodka and cranberry juice. She downed it a bit too fast so Gayle fixed her a second one before the three women migrated out to the back deck.

‘Alexander thinks the world of you,’ Gayle told her out of the blue.

‘Huh? Me? I had no idea. He's been a pleasant student,’ Andrea mumbled.

‘Alexander is a nice, young man,’ Bebe spoke for the first time.

‘Too true,’ Gayle chuckled. ‘He's the most mild-mannered one of the bunch, like his Pappa. Vlad is a bit too clever and Mikhail is a bit too mean-spirited, like me.’

‘I haven't had problems with any of your sons, Mrs.’ Andrea sensed she'd messed up. ‘Gayle.’ She had Vlad for both English and Social Studies and Mikhail and Alexander in the same English class. The upland air was sliding down the battered peaks of the Ozarks, putting an early chill in the air. Andrea found herself staring at an empty glass.

‘Let me refresh that for you,’ Gayle smiled. The rest of the night was a blur.

Rendezvous by night

It was past 1 a.m. when I woke up. It took me a several seconds to recall that I was on Dominique Malik's sofa. It took me a few more seconds to realize I had been woken up by the sound of someone in the kitchen. I got up and stealthily snuck off in that direction. Riley was using the open refrigerator for light while she opened and put aside the various Tupperware containers. She had boldly projected her 'I don't do White guys' attitude. I wanted to test her misconceptions.

She had already put one with the ribs aside and was looking to see if there were anymore. She was still wearing her black halter top, but her jeans and pumps were gone. Instead, all she had on below the shirt was a red fishnet cheekini; basically it left her vulva covered by a very sexy mesh, her cheeks covered by a wide-open lattice and two strings linking the front and back patches.

The lattice made indentions in her plush posterior. Her love handles swelled around the upper band that held the whole garment together and when she bent over, I could see straight into her cunt from behind. My cock went from half-mat to full sails in an instant. I moved up behind her quietly, bent down and,

‘It is the red one,’ I said softly.

Riley jerked up against my body and almost knocked us both over. I wrapped an arm around her waist to keep my balance. Her tummy felt warm and giving under my touch. She tried to turn around. I didn't let her.

‘Vlad,’ she gasped.

‘You are searching for the other container with the ribs, right?’ I continued as if my rod wasn't pressing her ass cheeks apart.

‘Ye, yes,’ she whispered.

‘I'll get it for you,’ I offered. I bent her forward with slow, but irresistible force. She half-heartedly tried to wiggle past me, which only made my sexual arousal more obvious. Riley had to grasp the side of the refrigerator to keep from falling face-first into the food.

‘Here you go,’ I handed her the ribs. She took it in her hand.

‘I've got it,’ she said after a few heartbeats. ‘You can move,’ she said a few seconds later.

‘Okay,’ I chuckled. I stood up, but let my hands fall on her hips. ‘I was getting a bit too comfortable.’

‘Oh,’ she remarked. When she stood up and looked over her shoulder, she was smiling. ‘How old are you?’

‘Eighteen; old enough,’ I hinted, ‘and ready.’

‘I see you are,’ she teased me. She pushed back with her ass. That allowed her to shut the refrigerator door, plunging us back into darkness.

We separated. Riley stumbled around for a few seconds as her night vision returned.

‘What are you looking for?’ I asked.

‘A plate. I want to heat up some ribs. I'm hungry.’

I had seen the plates when Taliyah had been getting the setting for our dinner. I pulled down one and handed it to her.

‘Thanks,’ she smiled. She worked her way over to the microwave. It was one of those 'over the oven' kinds. She opened the door. put in the plate and began trying to figure out the controls.

‘Put a paper towel over them, or it will splatter all over the place,’ I advised. I also pulled down one sheet from the roll and came her way. Once more I pressed into her from behind while I worked.

I had the plate covered before she figured out how to work the timer. This time I started out with my hands on her hips.

‘Thanks, I've got it now,’ she looked over her shoulder. I moved my hand along the top of her panties, cupping the swell of her belly and squeezing it with my fingers. ‘I said; ,’ she murmured. I planted a kiss on her ear. When she turned her neck farther around, I kissed her lips.

She left her mouth slightly open so I scoped out her lips, teeth and tongue with my own. She didn't respond, but she didn't pull back either. I gingerly moved my fingers up her side. My right hand cupped her right breast from below and began to fondle it. My left pulled her billowing hair aside so I could work my oral skills unimpeded.

‘Oh,’ she moaned. ‘I shouldn't be doing this.’

‘You are about to get fucked in his house,’ I stated firmly. ‘Doesn't that turn you on?’ She moaned some more. I could feel her nipple harden under my touch. I moved my left hand back down to her panty line, drawing gentle circles upon her stomach going higher, and lower, with each circle.

‘Dominique will kill me,’ she protested weakly. All the fear and frustration of the past few hours had eroded what self-control and self-respect she had, so she was so much putty in my hand, or so I told myself.

‘Neither one of us can get in that much more trouble, now can we?’ I whispered in her ear. My left hand rubbed against her gusset.

‘No,’ she emitted to no real purpose. She began gyrating her fleshy hips, coaxing my iron to exceedingly painful hardness.

‘Pull your panties down,’ I rasped. ‘I want you here and now.’

She fitted her thumbs into the side bands and wiggled them down her hips. I dipped my fingers into her snatch where she was already exceedingly creamy and wet. My right worked under her halter top and manipulated her breast flesh to flesh.

‘I'm not a slut,’ she lamented.

‘I bet you don't do White guys either,’ I taunted her. ‘Now bend over.’

‘Why are you doing this to me?’ she whined even as she complied with my wishes. Riley even spread her legs apart and angled her hips so that her ass was thrust back. I pulled my left hand back to guide me between her labia. My cock slapped her cunt lips twice, then I shoved my member into her steamy cavern. My left hand grabbed her hips to give me traction. My right mauled her tit with greater vigor

She was loose, but no worse than Brandy was when we first had sex. I wasn't sure that initial session counted as love-making. I preferred the passion of our second bout much more. With Riley, I was fucking a woman who wanted to be fucked. I made two, three, four, slow intrusions, then slammed in as hard as I could. She gasped, then moaned like a wanton whore. The microwave chime sounded.

‘Ah; like that,’ she pleaded. I pulled out, then slammed in again. Soon her cunt was making these quaint squelching noises as I worked her over. The eighth or ninth time, I began to feel her vagina beguile extra sensations for my cock. Riley's back-thrusts picked up with their speed and energy. She was beating up my hips while I busted up her cunt. The microwave sounded off its warning once more that her food had been heated up. We didn't care.

‘You like this?’ I panted in her ear.

‘God yes!’ she exclaimed. ‘Fuck me, fuck me,’ she insisted. I had to grip her shoulder with my left hand to keep pace with her efforts. Whatever resistance she had put up against Chine must have been half-hearted because this chick certainly loved raw and nasty sex. I could barely keep up.

‘Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah,’ she grunted louder and quicker. ‘Fuck ya, fuck ya,’ she screamed. She got her hand up to her mouth at the last second so there was still some hope that the whole house hadn't heard us. I moved my hand from her shoulder and grabbed a large handful of her coppery locks. I yanked her head back while I plunged in yet again. I was unrelenting and based on my performance earlier today, I was unlikely to get soft anytime soon.

‘Red Wolf Bitch?’ I taunted her. I punctuated that by taking my right hand off her breast and slapping her ass hard enough to leave an imprint.

‘Yes-yes-yes,’ she exhaled with glee. ‘I'm your bitch.’

‘You like sex, don't you?’ I continued to tease her. I also rained down more spanks; left, right then back to the left. The sound of my cupped hand was a counterpoint to the sound of her sweaty, meaty behind impacting my crotch.

‘Love, love it,’ she huff.

‘Like it rough?’

‘Yes,’ she exhaled.

‘You were dressed to fuck Chine tonight, weren't you?’

‘Yes; oh; no,’ she gulped.

‘Did you fuck him today?’

‘No; No,’ she howled.

‘I don't care,’ I chuckled. ‘I'm fucking you now.’ What I did know was that I wasn't breaking Mom's rules about where my cock should and shouldn't go. ‘Come here,’ I coaxed her up, making her take over more of the 'fucking' work.

I went back to her breasts, pushing her halter top over her left breast as well. Riley bent forward, placing one hand on the stove while the other began feeling her labia and my cock as it drove into her. I could feel her fingernails scratching along my cock as it pistoned into her. Absent the spanking, I opted to squeeze her tightly-aroused nipples, plucking and twisting them.

‘Ga-ga-ga,’ she choked. ‘God yes-yes-yes, give it to me.’

‘Gladly,’ I ground out. She was pushing me to my limits. Fortunately for my ego, she was failing physically first. Her next orgasm was a deep, guttural series of grunts, punctuated by her tipping forward, her full weight falling on my arms.

‘Ha; ha; ha,’ I puffed, struggling to regain control of my pulse and breathe. ‘How did that feel, Riley?’

She didn't respond for nearly a minute.

‘What,’ she gulped, ‘brought that on?’

‘Looking the way you do, with that body, you have to ask?’

‘Oh; ah; ,’ she giggled. ‘I was hoping to get that response tonight; just not from a kid like you.’

I pulled my cock back until my glans was the only part left inside. My next intrusion was more sedate.

‘Now what?’ she looked over her shoulder at me and gave a weary, sated smile.

‘I believe you came her to eat something,’ I grinned. Riley looked up to the microwave then back to me. She rotated her big ass on my rod.

‘Well, I can't eat unless you move,’ she gazed at me salaciously. I eased back enough for my cock to exit her snatch; slowly, letting me drink in her lusty physique, her full-fluffy breasts and womanly curves. Her smile was positively lewd and shameless. Riley went to her knees, wrapped one hand around my cock while the other rested on my hip.

‘Hey big boy,’ she addressed my juice-covered pecker. ‘Where have you been?’ She finished up that little 'pep talk' by giving me the most promiscuous, slutty countenance I'd ever been confronted with. Her eyes were begging for my cock.

‘What are you waiting for; you cock-hungry slut,’ I stole Chine's words. Riley's smile grew, then she licked the base of my cockhead before sliding it along her lips. She had to twist her head sideways to accomplish that and still keep eye contact.

Her extended tongue slid along the underside of my cock from tip to scrotum. She then began licking each testicle in turn, sucking them into her puffed up cheeks.

‘Mu mich?’ she slurped. I thought she was asking me if I liked it. I put my hands on either side of her head and guided her back on task. Her free hand reached around and began feeling up my buttock, testing its firmness.

Riley sucked on my nuts for a while longer. When I let out my first groan, her eyes lit up and she returned her attentions to my cock. This time, she opened her mouth wide and stuck my glans in. Her lips closed on it, then she moved her head back with a resounding 'pop'. I tried to maneuver her mouth back into action, which she willingly obliged.

This time she rolled her tongue along my length as it passed her lips. Riley murmured something so I relented on my hand pressure.

‘Tasty,’ she purred. She licked her own juices before getting back to work pleasuring my nob. Riley knew her cock-sucking. My cockhead and about two inches of shaft went down her throat in one fluid gesture. She kept looking at me, judging my reactions to her actions.

Bobbing came next with the titillation of my cock rubbing against the back of her throat. At the same time, her tongue worked along the base and sides with great vigor. Next came the slurping, slorping and pre-gagging. She didn't relent, even when there was some resistance, taking more and more of me until her nose was buried in my pubs. At that moment we both knew I was being fucked by a more experienced woman than I'd ever had before.

Riley moved her head back until her mouth made another 'pop' and my cock sprang free. A line of saliva and pre-cum stretched from my tip to her lips. She caught it up with a fingertip then licked said finger clean.

‘Time for some ribs,’ she smiled up at me.

‘Motherfucker,’ I mumbled, but I let her stand.

Mind you, she didn't bother putting her panties back on. She turned around, retrieved her plate from the microwave and took the first rib into her lips. She did a wonderful reenactment of her earlier oral techniques with me.

‘I'm not done with you yet,’ I promised.

‘I was hoping you would say that,’ she snickered.

To be continued in part 6, based on the work by FinalStand for Literotica.