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‘Senior Deputy Sheriff Samsonov is a hell of a guy,’ Brandy mused.
‘Him? No; not at first. Before me, the man had the sexual techniques of a cloistered monk. His cock on the other hand; whoa Nelly!’ All three women nodded. ‘I had to train him over the years and he's pretty stubborn with these peculiar ideas about propriety and what locations are acceptable for intercourse.’
‘Huh?’ That was Brandy.
‘In my opinion, if you can escape law enforcement it isn't really a crime.’
‘What?’ Taliyah.
Sigh; ‘is there a place you wouldn't attempt to have sex?’ Gayle looked them over. The two teens exchanged looks.
‘Where is the weirdest place you've had sex?’ Brandy asked the senior sex fiend.
‘It is a toss-up between fucking while parachuting and having two orgasms in the Seattle Space Needle.’ The girls looked for the joke. ‘Bitches, I don't mind you being centerpieces at a gang bang for the entire football team because of some sort of archaic moral hang-up. I'm glad my boys picked a pair of experienced sluts; I am.’
Taliyah's fist clenched. Brandy took a different approach.
‘So Vlad really doesn't care that I'm; more experienced?’ A K A, nowhere close to virginal.
‘No; not in the least. I don't like the fact you two let yourself be used as sex slaves by fuckers you know don't respect you,’ Gayle schooled them.
‘So you really don't mind me hitting Mik?’ Taliyah mentally regrouped.
‘Not at all. Some Men need a strong spinal realignment from time to time and don't call him 'Mik'. He finds it insulting and not in a playful way.’
‘Do you hit; Mr. Samsonov?’
‘No. The man is immune to negative physical reinforcement. Lord knows, I've tried. With their Da, it pays to be simple and direct. I grab his cock and say 'Here! Now!' and get down to business.’
Both girls were aghast at both the visual and Gayle's frank honesty.
‘And he puts up with that?’ Taliyah grunted. Senior Deputy Samsonov was a huge man and could have tossed Mrs. Samsonov around one-handed, or so she had believed. He'd never came across like the cunt-whipped type.
‘He's my partner, Taliyah,’ Gayle kept 'explaining'. ‘He knows I'm a constantly horny, little slut whose kitty needs petting and I respect his rarely doing anything else I want him to do; like getting my name tattooed on his cock, starting a bar brawl for the shits and giggles, celebrating National Nude Day, or going skinny-dipping in your pool,’ aimed at Brandy.
‘Have you two had sex in my house?’ Brandy choked.
‘Twice,’ Gayle recalled fondly. ‘Once in the kitchen, bent over the center island; a trifecta; and once in your Daddy's bedroom. I hoped he enjoyed the show on the playback.’
‘She really is crazy,’ Taliyah looked to Brandy.
‘That I am,’ Gayle gleefully agreed. ‘Back to the program. Brandy, tomorrow morning before Homeroom, I want you to 'suggest' to Vlad you want double-penetration. He'll ask you if it is my idea, you'll tell him 'no' and he'll believe you are lying to him. He'll go along with it anyway to make sure I don't get angry with you.’
‘Will you?’ Brandy meeped. ‘Will he?’
‘No and no. Your sensuality is pretty physical, Brandy. You'll learn to be a lying, manipulative whore later.’
‘You want me to lie to Vlad? He'll be furious with me when he finds out!’
‘No, he'll be angry with me for making you lie to him,’ Gayle shook her head. ‘Vlad's clever that way.’
‘But; you want us to lie to them?’ Taliyah didn't believe her.
‘Taliyah, any man who believes everything a woman tells him is an idiot. My boys aren't idiots, just inexperienced and hormonal.’
‘So you want us to lie to them,’ Taliyah confirmed.
‘I want you two to use your fucking brains along with those smoking hot bodies; that is what I want,’ Gayle clarified. ‘Tomorrow, arrange for the Cheer Squad to meet in the Music Room at the start of 4th period. It just so happens, the Music Room is unoccupied during the 3rd period as well; here is the key,’ she handed Brandy a key.
‘You have a key to the Music Room?’ Taliyah muttered.
‘No. I have a Master Key to the school. I took it off that fat bastard former-Principal after he attempted to rape me,’ she confessed blithely. ‘I made some copies for contingencies such as this.’
‘Now Brandy; you, Vlad and Mikhail are going to skip 3rd period, sneak off to the Music Room and; enjoy yourselves. Take your time. Turn it into one huge seduction. Use that body to make them lose all track of time.’
‘Where am I going to be?’ Taliyah frowned; her Man was going to be fucking Brandy, damn it! Her aching possessiveness was new and raw.
‘You make sure you are the first one to the room at the bell between the 3rd and 4th period. Gather up the girls and sneak them into the room with your key,’ Gayle handed Taliyah another key.
‘Won't the period bell let them know something's up?’ Taliyah wondered.
‘What are they going to do? Rip their dicks out of Brandy?’
‘Oh no; ‘ Brandy gasped and shook her head. She didn't like that idea at all.
‘No. Brandy will tell them the Music Room is vacant for the 4th period as well; so, in theory, they could keep going for another five, or ten minutes,’ Gayle said.
‘And the other eleven cheerleaders are going to walk into the room, see Brandy, Vlad and Mikhail; ‘
‘Perhaps less than eleven, but yes; rushing hungrily to join in; ‘ Gayle interrupted.
‘Oh; ‘ Taliyah blinked. ‘They are going to see the three of us and fall magically in love with them; oh.’
‘Kind of like what happened to you,’ Gayle smirked to Taliyah.
‘Wait! Did you have Mikhail and Vlad; or just Mikhail, do that to me on purpose; at the lodge?’ Taliyah rumbled angrily.
‘No. What I needed to know was written all over Brandy's face their first Saturday together. My boy 'fixed' her something good. You and Mikhail keeping your hands off one another wasn't even a possibility; he was horny, just like you.’
‘I swear, if that boy had set me up,’ Taliyah growled.
‘I suggest scratching and biting to remind him you are unhappy with him,’ Gayle provided unlooked for advice and insight. ‘If that doesn't work, try hot candle wax.’ The two girls, once again, gawked at Gayle. ‘Or you can pout, whine and tell him he is a big bully,’ she spoke mockingly.
Taliyah glared.
‘Taliyah, you both like rough sex. I am suggesting you keep going with what works,’ Gayle chuckled. ‘Brandy, you keep up the pouting. Be a little less whiney. Your 'pouty' pisses him off and makes him want to punish you with some hard fucking.’
Pause.
‘Oh,’ Brandy grinned. Pouting = primal sex. check! Taliyah play-punched her, so Brandy pouted at them both.
‘That'll do,’ Gayle approved.
‘What do we do if Vlad and Mikhail decide they like one of the other girls more?’ Brandy revisited her panic.
‘Fight for them,’ Gayle sighed in exasperation. ‘Just like you two should be worthy of fighting over, you should be prepared to fight for their affections as well. I don't mean debasing yourselves. I mean reminding them you are the ones who will make them happiest, inside and outside of the sexual arena.’
‘If Mikhail's gaze strays too long, I'll nut him,’ Taliyah declared.
‘I suggest a Charlie Horse on the off chance you surprise him. Do you really want to put that nut-sack out of commission?’ Gayle snorted.
‘Ah, good point,’ Taliyah nodded; then, ‘How do you do a good Charlie Horse?’
It dawned on both girls, like a flash of lightning across a clear night sky, they had been suborned to Gayle Fonteneau Samsonov's agenda; to the point where they were asking the older woman; the hated, feared enemy-bitch; for practical advice. The World had turned upside down.
What it means.
For me and Mikhail it meant no sex without being privileged to know why we were being punished. Dad came home with our young English teacher, Ms. Blanchard, only to have to drive Brandy and Taliyah back to school to pick up Taliyah's car; so she could drive Brandy home, not me.
Alexander didn't have sex either (as far as I could tell), yet was gifted with an attentive Ms. Andrea Blanchard who 'appreciated' his gallant nature. Stunningly, Alexander's infirmity reappeared and Ms. Blanchard felt obliged to dote on him in a confusing flirtatious-mothering style. It took me a bit to figure out there was a fearful nervousness behind her actions as well.
The situation was exacerbated by Mom deciding to get naked; ugh; just as everyone else was clearing the table.
‘Nik,’ Mom purred.
‘Huh?’ from Dad.
‘Here; now!’
‘Huh?’
‘Sex.’
‘We have company, Gayle.’
‘And?’
‘Quick!’ I jumped up. ‘Everyone grab a plate and run for it.’
Isabo hurried the children from the room while the rest of us stacked up the plates and serving trays as rapidly as possible before making our own exits. Andrea was flabbergasted. To add to her surreal feelings, as soon as we made our escape, the rest of the house life returned to normalcy. Even Bebe, who had been initially (in her case; weeks ago) freaked out by Mom's eccentric sexual behavior, appeared amused. I left it to Alexander to help Andrea adjust.
‘Mom's; eccentric; erratic; and free spirited,’ he shrugged.
‘So, this happens; ah; often?’ she whispered. No one else was whispering, but we understood the impulse.
‘Two, or three, times a week,’ Alexander admitted.
‘; a week?’ Andrea gulped.
‘Oh yeah,’ smirked Mikhail. ‘Don't worry. We understand Mom is beyond unusual. You won't see anyone else doing that; around here.’
‘Okay; ‘ she hesitated. Ms. Blanchard caught his pause.
‘What my brother is referring to is an earlier, unfortunate episode up at the hunting lodge,’ I punched Mikhail as I explained. He chuckled.
By the look on Ms. Blanchard's face, she was unsure if she wanted further clarification. Alexander took a slightly defensive posture hovering close by. Bebe, normally so silent around us boys, miraculously came to her rescue.
‘Andrea; Mrs. Samsonov is a wonderful woman. She's also off her rocker and everyone in the house knows it. What is important is her true affection for those she holds close is genuine, her dedication is fierce in all she does and her husband and sons carry that intense devotion into their own friendships.’
‘Thank you, Bebe,’ I nodded. ‘As an outsider looking in; well, I couldn't have possibly said it better myself; being on the inside.’
Andrea nodded as well. After all, Mom's insanity translated over to a bloodily beaten, abusive former Principle, five plus beaten students who had harassed her, a school escort, new locks on all her windows and doors, and a completely unsolicited whole house-cleaning.
A feminine feline purr rumbled from the dining room. The five of us exchanged awkward looks.
‘Ms. Blanchard, have you seen the stables?’ I intervened. Her eyes flickered to me.
‘No.’
‘Great.’
Mom's moan faded into Dad's growl. While my Pa was generally oblivious on the uptake and slow out of the starting gate, he was the ‘Hammer of the Gods’, once he got going, about 1 hour minimum. Considering we three were most likely going to grow up to be similar in stamina to him; we had high hopes for our long term sexual futures.
‘Alexander, why don't you show Ms. Blanchard the stables. Bebe, why don't you make yourself and Ms. Blanchard something to drink with a kick to it while Mikhail gets himself and Alexander something legit to drink,’ I took command.
‘Why am I involved in any of this?’ Mikhail scoffed.
‘I have to do the dishes because I was elsewhere; ‘ I reminded him.
‘Oh yeah,’ Mikhail snorted. Off he went. Bebe gave me a tiny smile before turning and heading for the library and its bar.
‘Ms. Blanchard?’ Alexander offered to direct the educator outside via another, 'safer' route.
‘Oh; maybe I should go?’ she hedged.
‘Ah; ‘ Mom.
‘Your purse is; ?’ Alexander asked. We knew the answer. It was in the hallway; right outside the entrance to the dining room. It would be offsetting, or so it might appear. In actuality, my brothers and I had snuck thru the 'danger zone' many times before.
‘Let's go see the stables,’ Andrea redirected Alexander. I had a kitchen to clean up, so I missed the detailed tour of the stables as well as Ms. Blanchard's decision to spend the night; again.
Tuesday.
To maintain the illusion of Ms. Blanchard not spending time with Alexander (even though there was nothing sexual going on), we triplets were sitting in her gravel driveway while she ran inside to change and got a few things. 'A few things' meant a shot of vodka. She'd take a breath mint afterwards, but come on now; we were from Russian stock and vodka was our national beverage. It still made Alexander nervous.
Mom had taken a different tactic in dealing with Ms. Blanchard's alcoholism. After she and Consuela cleaned up the place, Mom had come back with vodka bottles big and small and hidden them all over her small home; a shot glass with each big bottle. She'd left sticky notes to let her know where each bottle was hidden. I imagined the sticky notes were gone now, yet;
The psychology was a shot glass would mean less alcohol per desperate desire to bury her pain and misery. The 'game' would allow Andrea to indulge while not turning her domicile into a drunkard's den. In theory, she could safely have company over now. Lastly, if Ms. Blanchard got too drunk, she couldn't remember where the bottles were hidden, or so the reasoning went.
At school, Alexander (with our help) would diminish the root cause of her anguish; the sexual blackmail her students inflicted on her. At 'home', Mom and Bebe were befriending Andrea Blanchard; giving her female friends to connect with outside of the school's still poisonous BBC atmosphere.
I was ruminating over that when;
‘Do you really believe Mom's bullshit about 'magic dicks'?’ Mikhail asked me out of the blue. Alexander was out of the Mustang, sitting on Ms. Blanchard's stoop. Today, Mikhail had ridden his motorcycle over, so I had the car momentarily to myself. I hesitated.
‘Fuck,’ he groaned. In our triplet group, I was the 'clever' one. We didn't resent our designations;
· Alexander; kind,
· Vlad; clever, and
· Mikhail, violent;
because it allowed us leeway in our actions. See, Mikhail could react physically to problems because he knew if he was doing something exceedingly stupid, I'd stop him.
If he was being 'too' brutal, Alexander would reign him in. Likewise, if Mikhail's gut instinct was to lash out, we respected it. Sometimes instinct trumped reason. If Alexander was being too sappy, we'd let him know. If I was over-thinking something, either brother could step in. By the time we hit our mid-teens, we couldn't imagine any other way of living.
By our 18th birthdays we figured we'd spend the rest of our live together; we were an awesome trio and rightly proud of our co-dependence. Even if we ended up on the run with Uncle Theo, we'd all go down together. It was how we faced the family and our world. The blood-kin Samsonov's weren't the easiest people to deal with. We had Mom to thank for us not quite fitting in.
We loved and admired Dad and his family. Mom's upbringing had tainted our way of thinking though. Time and again, Mom skirted, bent, or bastardized the 'ordinary' way of approaching life's pitfalls and pleasures. We three would never truly be 'Samsonovs'. I think Dad knew that as well. The one time an older cousin slipped us a catalog on the best Criminal Justice College programs in Alaska; Dad frowned. The man quietly withdrew his 'suggestion'.
In a way, it was a blessing to the clan. Thanks to Mom, we were also gifted with the ability to navigate the machinations of the Samsonov brides and grooms; those folks who married into our lineage. Since they were all somewhat nutty, our ability to separate them when the lunacy set in was appreciated. That way, the rest of them didn't have to become overly confrontational; which was the way the blood-Samsonovs liked it.
Being the clever one, I also clued into Mikhail's subliminal anger. He didn't want to cheat to get Taliyah's affections. He might even start trying not to be a jackass around her because of it; making them both miserable.
‘Mikhail, you had her on the kitchen counter and backing that ass up against you in the recliner before any 'magic' kicked in. She likes you for reasons which defy even 'magic dicks',’ I punched him in the arm.
‘Thanks,’ he nodded then hit me back. ‘So, what's next?’
‘Gang-bang.’
‘You really think we are going to pull it off?’
‘Yeah. Mom sketched out the general plan to me a while ago,’ I nodded.
‘Cool. I've wanted to stick my cock down Alondra Lamb's throat ever since the first time I saw her lips part,’ Mikhail rubbed his hands together.
‘Taliyah is going to whoop up on you if she hears you talk like that,’ I cautioned him.
‘Yeah,’ he grinned like the Heath Leger's Joker. ‘Cool, ain't it?’
‘Being slapped by a girl?’
‘Nah,’ he cavalierly dismissed any misconceptions. ‘Making her angry with me. Then she gets this look in her eyes like she's going to own me; it is a huge fucking turn on.’
‘Mom would be so proud,’ I muttered.
‘Then I'm going to nail Jewel Lafontanté,’ Mikhail's eyes shown with relish.
‘She's not on the Cheer Squad,’ I pointed out.
‘Yeah, but she's sexy, smart and thinks she a 'top' bitch,’ he chuckled.
‘Isn't she dating somebody?’
‘So? I only want to borrow her; take her out for a spin,’ he laughed. He was a jackass and ambitious and;
‘Mikhail, both those girls are Black. Do you have a thing for Black chicks?’
‘I like 'em dark,’ he mused. ‘Hadn't really thought about it as a preference, but you're right. My Top Ten 'Most Fuckable List is filled with Ladies of Color. I guess that means you get the blondes and Alexander gets the red-heads and brunettes.’
‘Top Ten List? You're a pig,’ I chided him.
‘Grunt, grunt, oink.’
To put things in perspective, Alondra Lamb was a medium height, tawny skin Black lass with straight, black hair past her shoulders and a killer body with decent tits, perfect for her athletic body type, and a divine ass.
She was also; to put it politely; mentally-underwhelming. Beyond her exemplary looks, she was an above-average gymnast and on most days capable of tying her own shoes; the ones with the Velcro straps. Her hazel eyes were always wide open and her lips pursed in an 'o' unless she was blathering on about something inane and off-topic, or just giggling for no understandable reason.
She found simple things amusing (kind of adorable) and didn't 'date' a member of the football team; she barely could remember their names and normally got passed around like a living onahole. I felt sorry for her. Usually, she hung out with Betty Jo Starling (one of the team's other two Blondes) who shared her mentally-endearing qualities. The rest of the squad treated those two rather poorly.
In contrast, Jewel Lafontanté was from a new (to Kingston) nouveau riche Black Family. Rumors say her Dad worked for the Government years ago, before setting out and founding his own IT company here in Arkansas. He and his Choctaw wife had retired here in Kingston a few years back. They bought a nice spread and became pillars of the community. Jewel was a late child. The rest of her brothers and sisters were grown, with families of their own. So she was effectively an Only Child, doted on by her aged parents.
Jewel was also one of the smartest kids in school, one of the best members of the local studio's Dance troupe and possessed a crippling wit. At 5' 11’, she was noticed and her curvaceous and sporty build was widely admired, although when her dark eyes danced with amusement at the suffering her 'diversions' caused, the timid backed away. Her preference for a different hairstyle, or two, every week kept the local hair stylists in business.
She was bright, sassy and vicious with her own little group of Black women called the ZPP (Zulu Princess Posse, i.e. 6 rich Black girls and their one token rich White girl). They only dated 'rich' Black guys, yet consistently cheated with impoverished, or medium-income, White underclassmen. They toyed with the boys and finally let their official 'boyfriends' know of the White boy's indiscretions. If you somehow resisted their advances, they lied about what happened instead. Either way, beatings always followed.
During Darius' reign, Jewel had kept a low profile from 7:15 to 2:15 pm and hadn't participated in the school's sports religion. No; she'd stayed safely away doing stuff with the other rich kids on the evenings and weekends. Darius must have decided her dad, while old, was an uncertain enough quantity to not screw around with his youngest child.
Brief Segway.
Beyond my understanding at the time, Jewel also represented another fabric of Kingston/Davis society; those from the post-divide i.e. higher-income families from out-of-State who moved in after the new millennia, both Black and White, who weren't invested in the bitter interracial struggle of the 1970's and took the status quo at face value.
They'd moved here when Arkansas State put a satellite campus in down the road and the natural recreation industry gained a regional recognition; sports-fishing, hunting and hiking. A S U Kingston was a Medical Technical School which taught, as you might guess, various programs for technicians in the medical field as well as nursing. Not only did the graduates not normally go on to top tier careers, A S U K wasn't a research university, so the teaching staff, while well-to-do in this rural dystopia, weren't filthy rich either.
A S U -K had a small campus with a faculty and student population under 2,000 and was, like the White Middle-class enclave of Sunshine Terrace, its own little microcosm in Davis County. Yep; A S U -K had its own Campus Police Force while Sunshine Terrace had a contracted private security service.
Anyway, as Kingston prospered and the Middle Class Whites fled to their own segregated hamlet, these new Blacks moved into Kingston. Likewise, more 'country' Blacks moved in from Davis County as well, further segregating the races. Forty years after Taliyah's grandfather was first elected mayor, Kingston had tripled in size (2,100 to 6,400) while Davis County as a whole was roughly 60% larger (13,500 to 21,700), thus the Town being 'Black' while the County was 'White'.
Inside, the town's Black community was another divide and it was best expressed in their 'womenfolk' and what was expected of them. Dominique, for all her power and influence, basically worried about her daughter dating the 'popular' Black guy because this was BBC country and women defined their positions by the masculine auras around them.
In contrast, Jewel's mother didn't worry over-much about who Jewel dated, because Jewel was going to college (somewhere else). High school and high school boys were just stepping stones. BBC was still out there, but 'the Modern Black Woman' had developed a host of weaponry of their own. To the outside world, such a distinction made Jewel and her Mamma feminists.
Later on Jewel was to qualify that for us; she was a Feminist with a capital 'F'. Whereas Taliyah wanted to own Mikhail's body and soul because he challenged and completed her, Jewel wanted to own us; period; all three of us Samsonov boys.
Why?
Excuses were for people who needed to explain themselves to their fellow losers. Winners like Jewel 'achieved' and took what rewards they wished.
Apparently seeking Equal Rights was a hallmark of the unambitious, being 'just as a good as a man' was settling for less and Racial Equality implied there might be something a White Person could do that a Woman of Color couldn't do better; according to her doctrine. Had they (Jewel, her mom and our Mom) not all been Class-A Bitches, they would have gotten along famously.
To be fair, had Mikhail not gone gunning for her, she would have most likely left us alone; but he did. My youngest brother is an asshole at times, as well as relentless, and after so many years having Mom controlling our social lives, he now was sexually 'off his leash'.
Resume
‘How about we just stick with the Cheer Squad for the rest of the week,’ I tried to divert him. ‘Perhaps you might find ten other women enough for you.’
‘Nope,’ Mikhail shook his head and laughed.
‘How about Taliyah's feelings?’ I launched as a 'Hail Mary'.
‘No,’ he kept shaking his head. ‘I'm not boyfriend material, Vlad. Sex is too much fun. I really like Taliyah, but; no. No promises, no lies and no illusions. There is going to be no ring on my finger, or through my nose. I'll hold her hand, and hold her if she's weeping, but I'm not going to mistake sex for friendship, or vice versa. I'm 18, damn it! I want to roam.’
The rest of the conversation was truncated by Ms. Blanchard's appearance. Mikhail returned to his motorcycle, Alexander got into the Mustang and she got into her battered, green 1997 Toyota Camry. Off we went. Close to the main entrance of the main building, most of the Cheer Squad was waiting for us. They were dressed in 'regular' clothes; we knew them by their faces.
As soon as we rolled up, Rashaan Quinterre and a few of the football team members made an appearance. Taliyah frowned. Her frown only deepened when another cheerleader; this one White, Randi Leigh Upshaw, went into his arms. He did his best to look triumphant. Randi Leigh certainly looked pleased with herself.
‘Coach is making Rashaan the new Team Captain,’ she informed the crowd.
‘Ha!’ Mikhail laughed at the couple. ‘Anyone who thinks Rashaan Quinterre is even half the man Darius was, raise your hands.’ His mockery was eviscerating. Worse, it took several seconds for several of Rashaan's teammates to raise their hands. ‘You are only Captain because your Daddy is Police Chief, not because anyone thinks you can replace Darius, you loser.’
‘I'm going to kick your teeth in, Cracker,’ Rashaan seethed. He had six other footballers versus Mikhail and me. How the Cheer Squad would break down was an unknown. Alexander had already deviated for the Teacher's Parking Lot. There were maybe a periphery of forty other students at that moment plus;
‘Boys,’ softly drawled a voice of an adult I hadn't seen before. He was a Big (as in muscular) White guy with a 'five o'clock' shadow at seven in the morning, unkempt, dark-russet hair, darting, soulless brown eyes and a weathered, sun-creased complexion.
Of more critical importance he had my Samsonov Law Dog senses tingling at first sight; he was a human predator. His easy-going mannerisms were deceptive and his leadership skills were exhibited by the aura of dominion he seemed to project over the eight rednecks he had accompanying him.
‘Buck!’ Misty Dawn Sizemore burst forth from the Cheer Squad and ran up to the lead hillbilly. He wrapped her up in a bear hug while keeping his eyes on the rest of us. ‘I didn't think you were coming back.’
‘The new nigger Principle made a deal with my wetback Parole Officer. I graduate and they cut the last three and a half years off my parole,’ he replied nonchalantly.
'Nigger' didn't go over well at all. It was telling to me that it took Rashaan several seconds to step up into his new leadership role. 'Wetback' on the other hand was just;
‘Buck, watch your fucking mouth before you get your teeth kicked in,’ Rashaan tried to sound brave, but wasn't very convincing. Buck looked him up and down, then chortled.
‘Rashaan, ya ain't no Darius, Nigger,’ he sneered. ‘Fuck with me and I'll gut you like the sweaty little piglet you are.’ He emphasized his point by casually pushing Rashaan back a step. The light of Justice flared up against the forces of Intolerance and Intimidation.
‘Taliyah, who is this latest knuckle-dragger?’ Mikhail grinned at Buck.
‘Your bad attitude makes you Mikhail,’ Buck responded first, grinning. He'd already scouted us out; which made him even more dangerous. ‘That makes you; ,’ nodding to me and since I was closer, he moved toward me for the handshake (he tried to break my phalanges and got nowhere), ‘; Vlad cause your brother Alex went hobbling off already. I'm Chester Ray Tooney, but everyone calls me Buck.’
‘Hi Buck, I'm Vladimir Samsonov.’
‘So, you are the guy who made Brandy's ass 'All Access',’ he leered. He hadn't let go of my hand. He was about to regret that.
‘Oh, so it is going to be like that then. Buck, I'll give you the same options I gave Darius on Day One. Let's settle this Man-to-Man. I'm challenging you to a duel,’ I hadn't let go of his hand yet either.
‘A duel?’ he muttered as he pushed Misty Dawn away.
‘That's a fight between two men with some semblance of rules.’
‘Like an M M A bout?’ he studied me.
‘Sure. You dropped the insult. I issued the challenge. Now you get to pick the weapons, or lack thereof. I then pick the time and location,’ I explained.
‘Do this a lot?’
‘You'll be the first.’
‘You are really pissed over me calling Brandy a slut? Everyone knows she was Darius' hoe,’ he grumbled. He'd just lost the hand-grinding war. His guys were tensing up even as I was grinding his knuckles together in my grip.
‘Don't Vlad,’ Taliyah spoke up. ‘Back in the day, Buck was Darius' brother Cyrus's bitch. Holding his hand might make him feel lonely.’ She then taunted Buck by adding, ‘Missing Cyrus much while he's in prison?’ Buck took the opportunity to sucker-punch me. To avoid the blow, I'd have had to release his hand. Instead, I took the newly proffered arm, channeled his momentum into a hip-toss and planted him on the ground.
I had his wrist twisted painfully, his arm locked up and my foot was on his throat. Buck was on his back on the asphalt with a furious expression on his face.
‘Motherfucker,’ the closest redneck made ready to rush me.
‘Take that step and I'll break his arm,’ I informed them both angrily. ‘Buck, I'd appreciate it if you would apologize to Brandy now.’
‘Get off me,’ Buck snarled. ‘I'll fucking kill you.’
‘Vlad,’ Misty Dawn hesitantly reached for me.
‘Vlad, let him up. He's not worth it,’ Brandy intervened. When it was clear she was the one I was listening to, I backed off. I even offered Buck a hand up. Oddly, he took it; without the expected sneak attack.
‘Duel, huh?’ Buck scowled.
‘Yeah.’
‘I'll think about it.’
‘I'm not hard to find,’ I stepped aside as he and his group forced their way forward. His departure left Rashaan and his crew staring at me, Mikhail and the Cheer Squad once more.
‘Don't worry, Misty Dawn. I wouldn't have let Vlad hurt your cousin much,’ Brandy roped in her fellow cheerleader. Brandy shot me a dazzling smile in the process.
‘Thanks, Vlad,’ Misty smiled my way as well.
What was going on? Well Brandy and Taliyah's position as leaders of the Cheer Squad was endangered. Misty Dawn was a Brandy/Taliyah ally, so 'me' being nice to her was apparently good for my gal's prestige. I'd accidently done right. As a side effect, I'd stolen an opportunity from Rashaan to show real masculine leadership in front of his teammates and his new lady; Randi Leigh.
Bizarrely, it was the White Buck brandishing a 'Thug' mystique which had intimidated the law-abiding Black Rashaan, thus making him look bad to his peers. Ugh. Taliyah rounded up the cheerleaders, Mikhail touched base with Alexander to make sure he'd escorted Ms. Blanchard to class okay and then we made our way to Homeroom.
Outside of Mikhail's room, Brandy pulled him and me aside, telling Taliyah we'd catch up in a few seconds. That is when she dropped 'The Plan' on us.
‘Vlad; Mikhail, what you did was very brave,’ she pretended to be demur with her eyes at the same time she shifted her cleavage to the best vantage point and rubbing her blue jean-clad thighs together suggestively. ‘How about we hook up at the Music Room during 3rd period and; you know; have me show you how grateful I can be?’
‘You mean; like an orgy?’ Mikhail leaned in on her wolfishly. Brandy flashed me an exited/frightened look then gave a tiny nod. ‘Oh, Hell yeah,’ he rumbled. ‘Bro?’ Mikhail's salivation wasn't play-acting. I knew the difference. I was okay with it though. I felt pretty lucky to be with Brandy (now).
‘What about Taliyah?’ I tossed out there.
‘Maybe you can; entertain her next time?’ Brandy hinted there was more to come.
‘Count me in,’ I grinned. A; I had zero multiple-partner experience while Brandy had plenty, and B; Brandy seemed up for it, so I felt fine with playing along with this part of Mom's scheme.
‘How do we get in?’ I kept with what I figured was the script.
‘I have a key,’ Brandy's face exploded in as a bright, toothy smile. Mikhail slapped me in the triceps, winked and mouthed 'orgy' behind Brandy's back before going into his Homeroom. Brandy and I headed down the hall.
‘Brandy, this was Mom's idea, wasn't it?’ I gently inquired. She responded by wrapping an arm around my waist and squeezing me tight. ‘I'll take that to be a 'yes'.’ I ordered my thoughts. ‘Brandy, you know you are my first girlfriend, right?’
‘Yes,’ she snuck a look up at me, trying to gauge my mood.
‘I want you to know I'm okay with you being my only girlfriend to; whenever.’
I let that sink in. As we entered our Homeroom, I was the recipient of another tight hug from my girl. Taliyah was already at her seat. Brandy took the seat beside her while I walked on further to my assigned location. Behind me was Kaelyne's chair and she wasn't in it. I took a deep breath of relief when, right before class, she came slinking into the room right ahead of our teacher, Ms. Thompson.
We went through the normal Homeroom business, the bell rang and I noticed Taliyah shooting glances Kaelyne's way. As we headed for the door, Taliyah pulled up short, stopping me and Brandy as well. Kaelyne fearfully approached us.
‘I said some stupid stuff yesterday,’ Taliyah announced in a loud, clear voice as she handed Kaelyne a black, silk rose. ‘I apologize. I was a dumbass. Do you forgive me?’
There was a lot of 'what the?' and 'what's up’s floating around. Kaelyne stammered.
‘If you don't take it, I'm simply going to apologize again outside of your first period class, and your second, and so on until you do,’ Taliyah persisted.
‘I; okay,’ Kaelyne took the proffered token.
‘Cool. Me, Brandy and some of the girls are having a party Saturday at Brandy's house. You and your freaky friend are invited,’ Taliyah tacked on. Kaelyne looked at me. I shrugged.
‘They are invited too,’ Brandy added.
‘I am?’ I shot her way along with a confused tilt of my head.
‘I was planning on telling you; later,’ Brandy eyebrow pumped.
‘I'll check my busy social calendar and be back in touch,’ I gybed.
‘By 'freaky friend' do you mean Vicky?’ Kaelyne glowered.
‘The one with the hair that looks like she stole it off a doll; that one,’ Taliyah smirked. Kaelyne was about to swat the bigger Black girl with the flower when Taliyah added, ‘Yeah, Vicky.’
‘Yes; thank you. I'll tell her; Vicky. Vlad, can I talk with you for a second?’ Kaelyne struggled with the words before turning to me.
‘Sure.’ We stepped out into the hall because kids actually had to exit to their regularly scheduled classes and we were standing in their way. A few lockers down; ‘I had nothing to do with this,’ I headed her off.
‘Oh,’ Kaelyne frowned. ‘Your Mom?’
‘Probably,’ I agreed, ‘I bet the idea was Mom's, but the actually wording and details were Taliyah's. Mom's mood was damn near murderous after you, Vicky and Mikhail left yesterday. She sent Alexander and me away so she could have some private time with Taliyah and Brandy. I don't know precisely what went down.’
‘Oh,’ Kaelyne was back to being uncertain about a whole host of issues.
‘Taking into consideration my neophyte nature in dealing with women, I felt Taliyah's apology was genuine. I really did and still do.’
‘I want it to be, Vlad,’ Kaelyne gazed at me desperately. She absently stroked the petals of the artificial rose against her cheek. Alexander and Mikhail were close by. ‘Thanks,’ my earliest friend hugged me, then scurried away.
‘What's up?’ Alexander asked.
‘I think Taliyah did a good thing,’ I replied.
‘Oh. Good. Let's move her up in the rotation,’ Mikhail suggested.
‘What?’ I sputtered in disbelief.
‘Yeah,’ he grinned wickedly. ‘Brandy will understand.’ How he came to that conclusion; I didn't know. ‘Besides, I figure my best bet with the others will be if we screw Taliyah into incoherent bliss,’ Mikhail revealed his true motivations. ‘If she comes in the second wave, getting around her will involve too much pain on my part.’
‘What are you two talking about?’ Alexander leaned in conspiratorially.
‘Mom and one of her dark plans,’ I sighed. Unfortunately, Mikhail had a point about Taliyah having done a good thing (after her fuck-up) and also her not letting Mikhail at any other member of the Cheer Squad unless he and I first screwed her into semi-consciousness. So we explained the deal to Alexander.
‘You remain a pig,’ Alexander directed at Mikhail.
‘Muah ha-ha-ha; ,’ he laughed maniacally.
‘You two figure out what you're going to do. I'll go tell Brandy and Taliyah,’ I told my other two-thirds. Alex, despite his injuries, would be showing up at the start of 4th period, because there was no way Mikhail and I could show all those young women the attention they deserved with just the two of us. I had to rush off and inform Brandy and Taliyah of the change in plans, though not the motivation behind them.
I thought Taliyah would be the difficult one. No; I told her it was Mikhail's idea and she accepted that at face value. Brandy was upset, so I promised her I'd come over to her place early Saturday to help set up things for their shindig; 7:30 a.m. early for a 2 p.m. outdoor BBQ. And I'd stay late; like 2 a.m. Sunday night / Monday morning 'late'.
A Quick Aside on the Cheer Squad.
There were twelve members of the Cheer Squad. Brandy Crystal Carson and Taliyah Malik were co-Captains; one White and one Black. The other Black members were Sultana Berry, Vantrice Kirby and Alondra Lamb. The other White members were Amber Lee Huffington, Mia Ryker, Misty Dawn Sizemore, Betty Jo Starling and Randi Leigh Upshaw. Two member I had initially confused as being 'Black' turned out to be 'Mixed'; meaning Noémie Lucie Desdunes was Creole and Le 'Pearl' Yates was half-Black/half-Vietnamese.
Brandy and Taliyah were 'odd' in that they were 'co-captains'; normally there was only one leader of the squad. It had been 'assumed' Brandy held the top spot because she was Darius' main cum-dump. The same 'assumptions' had people thinking Taliyah was 'co-captain' solely because she was Brandy's BFF, and no other reason. This, in turn, led both Randi Lee and Sultana to believe that by rubbing up against Rashaan, they could both get the choice BBC and the top Cheerleading spots too.
Our girls weren't planning to give up their primo social position without a fight though. And they were confidant Noémie, Amber Lee and Misty Dawn supported them. Sultana Berry had only been able to wrangle Vantrice's and Mia's support in the opposing coalition. Randi Leigh had 'rounded up' Alondra, Betty Jo and Pearl (the 'not too bright ones') to her side; plus she'd already made a public display of being Rashaan's girlfriend. Working against her was the reality her 'supporters' would fold up under any real pressure and Rashaan's teammates would want him to share Randi Leigh; she was Hot!
To be continued in part 9, based on the work by FinalStand for Literotica.