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Grading the Family Ch. 01

By: FinalStand



*If I bend you enough I'll break you; if I break you enough I'll make you love me*

*

Chloe Pieper heard the phone ring through the crowd of students. She closed in on it with shark-like instincts born of years of being a teacher roaming the halls between classes. There was a cluster of girls around Toni Walker. It was her usual crowd of privileged delinquents. They had done all kinds of borderline alterations to their school uniforms that a more disciplined Assistant Principle; Mr. Adam Giovanni, would have cracked down on. As it was, her 'superior' believed in giving children room for creative expression which in Chloe's mind meant dressing like sluts.

"God, he's so hot," Sienna Myles, one of Toni Walker's friends whispered as she looked down at the phone.

"Tell me about it," Toni started to say. She made eye contact with Chloe and snapped her phone shut. All the girls followed her gaze to the teacher and froze. Chloe reveled in the fear and respect she invoked among these degenerates.

"Phone!" snapped Chloe extending her hand to Toni.

"But Ms. Pieper, it was an accident," Toni pleaded. Chloe snapped her fingers and Toni's eyes went from fear to hate in a flash. Chloe rode Toni hard but it was only because she was such an annoying little twerp who constantly resisted her authority. Toni gave the phone over.

Chloe opened in and looked at the last number she'd pulled up. She held up the phone so that Toni could see the picture.

"Who is this?" Chloe spat.

"He's my uncle," Toni mumbled.

"You liar; this man can't be more than twenty-five. You are going to the office right now."

"He is twenty-five and he's not a bitter old hag like you," Toni blurted out. The crowd in the hall hushed. 

"He is your boyfriend -- admit it!" Chloe growled.

"No," Toni snapped back. "He's my uncle and my legal guardian Xavier. He was twelve years younger than my Father. Toni's eyes began to well up with tears. 

Her mother and father had died earlier in the school year and Chloe knew the brat had been milking it for all it was worth. She hadn't been fooled with Toni's little play-acting histrionics. Somehow Chloe knew that the Assistant Principle would side with Toni yet again; the man was so weak and predictable.

"See me at the end of classes today," Chloe demanded. Toni still looked defiant. "If you want your phone back, you'll be there and promptly." Returning the phone at the end of the day was official school policy after all.

"I don't need the phone that much," Toni muttered.

"Fine, I'll go to class right now and give your uncle a call at work and repeat what you just called me," she threatened. Toni blanched.

"Don't do that," she hurriedly replied. "I'll be there."

"See that you are," Chloe smiled triumphantly. She reasoned Toni was either afraid of her uncle or maybe afraid for him. Either way could work out well for her.

Chloe found herself sneaking peaks at the man whose picture was on the phone. He was young and very handsome. He looked vigorous and happy. She began to wonder how tall he was, how fit, and how personable. Was he a wimp, or was he domineering and aggressive? It had been three years since Chloe had even dated and she was so very lonely. 

All men who were attracted to her were effete spineless wimps more in need of a Mother-figure than a real woman. Those slobs were never a challenge and had all been quickly discarded. All the other men she'd pursued had been disappointingly unresponsive. Chloe didn't know why. She was in her estimations highly attractive. 

Her breasts were large, her lines curvaceous, and her hair long, fine and black. She wore it up, but it reached half way down her spine when she let it down. Her ass, thighs, and calves were all phenomenal, so why was she alone? 

Sure, a few of the men she had considered boyfriend material had called her a 'controlling bitch', but that merely showed their own personal weakness, not a flaw in her own. What she did know was that when she saw this man, her loins ached like they hadn't in a long, long time. If she was wrong about him, Toni would pay the price.

The last class pasted with terminal slowness. She was exceptionally harsh (even by her standards) on the students who failed to meet her expectations. Homework punishments were handed out and the fault lay on the feet of the unfortunate. How their fellow students exacted their retribution was not her concern. 

The last bell finally rang and Chloe felt a tingling she dare not scratch. Inside a minute Toni arrived in the doorway looking hesitant and sullen. Chloe looked up, barely acknowledge her and pretending to get back to reviewing some work. Toni shuffled up to her desk.

"May I have my phone, Ms. Pieper?" Toni asked with an outstretched hand.

"I am ready to have you suspended, Ms. Walker," Chloe said, trying to keep the joy out of her voice. Toni's mouth dropped open.

"No ... you can't," Toni squawked. 

"I can and I will. This is your third infraction," Chloe smiled sweetly.

"But Mr. Giovanni said that he was okay with those earlier infractions. Ms. Pieper, that was a bad time for me," Toni pleaded.

"You will learn that I have broad discretion where suspensions are concerned. I believed you accused me of something in front of the student body," Chloe continued happily.

"Please, don't do this. If I miss any more time I'll be held back a year. My grades are up. Please," Toni said near to tears.

"I think your problems are generated at home, Ms. Walker, so you should remain at home until your family situation is worked out," Chloe grinned.

"My uncle ... it would kill him," Toni confessed. "He's been struggling so hard. My brother and I haven't made things easy on him and he's trying to be there for us, but he's so young and he wasn't ready for this; none of us where." Tears began leaking from Toni's eyes. That alone made Chloe's day worthwhile, but she had bigger plans for Toni than mere humiliation.

"If I give you a second chance, what will you do with it? How do I know my efforts on your behalf won't be wasted? I need guarantees."

"What do you need?" Toni said with sudden hope.

"I need to know that you will be strongly disciplined at home," Chloe began. Toni seemed confused.

"I'll need to meet with your uncle and have him deal with my concerns. If we can't work something out, I would suggest you get used to the idea of seeing me next year," Chloe stated.

"I'll talk to him tonight," Toni promised.

"He'll be in my office tomorrow at four, or I'll passing along the paperwork for your suspension. I don't have much time to waste on you, you know." 

"He'll be here," Toni nodded eagerly.

"Why don't you call him and verify that?" Chloe said with a degree of menace. Toni gulped as she took the offered phone.

"He's at work. I don't want him to get into any trouble," Toni explained.

"Where does he work?" Chloe asked patiently. She was hoping it wasn't as a stocker in a supermarket. That would be disappointing.

"He's at Pacific Mutual," Toni answered. It was the largest bank on the West Coast -- very promising. "He's in international funds -- he made senior account manager a month ago." Whoa, that was some serious money.

"Isn't he a bit young?" Chloe mused.

"He was top of his class and got his MBA when he was twenty-two," Toni explained. Chloe resisted the urge to clasp her hands and salivate. This man had drive and smarts. He would be the perfect match for her.

"But will he want to expend his time to help you, Toni?" Chloe grinned.

"He's done everything for us. He's really tried. He's not my Dad, but he's always loved us," Toni confessed. Chloe thought that was perfect; a highly devoted family man with fears of inadequacies. 

"Ms. Walker, I will let you have it your way," Chloe conceded graciously, "you tell your uncle this evening that he will be in my classroom at four tomorrow. If he fails to show up, believe me I will spend the rest of this week making your life a living hell before I kick your ass out of here on Friday for the rest of the school year. Am I clear?"

"Yes Ms. Pieper," muttered Toni.

"Go, don't miss the bus," Chloe said dismissively. Toni fled the room. Already Chloe was thinking about what she'd be wearing tomorrow, and how she would make him do what she wanted him to do. Absently she began to stroke herself and was getting wetter by the second.

(The next afternoon)

"Mrs. Pieper?" came the rich clear voice from the doorway. Chloe tried hard to not let her stylus slip from her hand. The man was gorgeous and well dressed with the barest hint of masculine arrogance, charisma and charm.

"It is Miss," Chloe clarified, "but since Toni and I are such good friends you can call me Chloe."

His smile made her toes tingle. His teeth were sharp and white and free of imperfection. Chloe had to double check his finger to make sure there wasn't a ring on it. Good; his life must really revolve around work and those two little brats he'd inherited.

"Ms. Pieper -- Chloe, I'm Xavier Walker; call me Xavier please. Toni's my niece. I understand you want to meet with me about Toni's academic situation." The first thing that came to Chloe's mind was 'Xavier, please me now', but there would soon be time enough for that.

"Thank you for coming so quickly. I am deeply concerned about Toni's disciplinary status. She' racked up a series of serious infractions, namely disrespect for authority figures," Chloe informed him. It was almost the truth.

"I'm not sure I understand. If there is something more I can do at home, please tell me what it is," Xavier requested.

"Are you having problems at home?" Chloe said in a concerned tone. She got up and came around her desk. She made sure that she had one too many buttons down on her blouse.

"It has been tough," Xavier confided. "I ..."

"Why don't you come up here and sit up here with me," Chloe said indicating a desk on the front row and right in front of where she was leaning against her own desk. Xavier came up and took his seat. 'Like a good boy' she thought. 'He takes direction so well. We are going to get along fabulously.'

"I have been stepping into some really tall shoes," Xavier continued. "I can't say I was prepared to take care of two nearly grown kids. I'm twenty five and I've only had one stable relationship my entire life."

"Are you seeing someone now?" Chloe inquired. Xavier looked at her cautiously.

"Yes," he affirmed, "I am seeing someone right now, but we don't have much time together. We both have our jobs, plus the kids. It has been tough, but we are trying to make it work."

"You seem very committed, I like that," Chloe smiled. She would have to do something about that. Another complication was not allowed.

"Is this going to be a problem? I promise you that I'm not shortchanging the kids," Xavier asked.

"I do want a level of commitment from you personally. I feel that if you and I can find some common ground, we can save Toni from having to repeat the grade," Chloe said.

"It is that bad," Xavier sounded surprised. "I had no idea it was that bad. Why am I only hearing about that now?"

"Toni hasn't been keeping you in the loop, has she? Well, I'm afraid that is going to cost her now," Chloe insinuated.

"No, there has got to be a way around this. It would break Toni's heart to have to repeat the grade. What can I ..."

"We," corrected Chloe.

"We do?" Xavier completed the question. Chloe let a sexy little smile cross her lips.

"Is there anything you won't do to help Toni? I have to know you are not wasting my time," Chloe asked intently. Xavier looked conflicted. His instinct was pushing him away to safety, but his love of the children was pulling him toward her. Xavier leaned forward.

"I'd do anything to make my kids happy. They've gone through more than any ten or thirteen year old should have to. I'll make whatever sacrifices you think are necessary. I've recently received a promotion, but I could take a step back if it helps Brad and Toni," Xavier stated.

"I like your positive attitude, but the sacrifice I'm thinking about won't interfere with your job. It is more something of a personal nature," Chloe led him on.

"Personal nature; I'm afraid I don't understand what you are getting at? What is it that you want me to do?" Xavier sounded confused.

"Kiss my foot," Chloe commanded calmly.

"Excuse me?" Xavier replied. "Did I hear you correctly?"

"I want you to kiss my foot," she explained sweetly. "If you don't want Toni to have to repeat the grade, you will do what I ask."

"Lady, have you lost your mind?" Xavier snapped. Chloe pushed up off the desk and looked down her ample cleavage at Xavier her grin going from sexy to wicked.

"I imagine Toni will learn to adjust by repeating the last grade of middle school while all her friends go on to high school," Chloe purred. Xavier showed real resistance so Chloe turned sharply, showing off her shapely ass, and started walking back around her desk.

"Fine," growled Xavier; Chloe's heart leapt and a triumphant gleam came to her eyes. When she turned to face him she tried to look as calm and reasonable as possible.

"Right one first," Chloe smiled as she resumed her position leaning against the desk. She extended her right foot forward a bit. Xavier glared at her, made the calculations without being asked, and went down on his knee before her. Chloe had the sudden worry that he would be abrupt and mechanical, but he wasn't.

He took her shoe gently off her stocking clad foot. He held her foot in both hands then ran one hand up her calf as far as the back of the knee. Chloe couldn't help a small moan from escaping her lips. He slowly lifted up her leg up while he bent down. His first kiss was light and almost disappointing, but he followed it up with a stronger series of kisses on each toe, first on the tip then on the first knuckle and finally in-between her toes.

Chloe was taking in deep, bosom-heaving breaths. She felt wet and vibrant between her legs. She wanted his tongue inside her but clamped down on the impulse to rush him to her climax.

"Now the left foot," she said soothingly. Xavier glared up at her angrily. He took a deep breath, put the right shoe back on and went to her left.

"Good boy," Chloe murmured as he took off the left shoe. Xavier stopped and stared at her foot for several seconds. Chloe wanted him to rush, but knew he was on the edge of rebellion. She had to tread carefully at this stage of the game. Soon enough he repeated the treatment to the left foot. He then increased her pleasure by sucking on each toe in turn from the smallest to the largest.

"I liked that," she told Xavier, "now kiss your way up to my knee. I have to say that I'm feeling very positively about Toni because of all the effort you are putting in."

"Thank you," he growled. Whatever levels his resentment was at, it didn't harm his technique. He didn't rush things; he kissed each side of her ankle while he massaged right behind it on the calf with both hands.

Chloe murmured her approval.

"You make love to her, don't you?" she asked. They knew who she was talking about.

"I like to think I try," he responded between kisses.

"She claws and bites at you, doesn't she?" Chloe taunted. Xavier didn't respond this time. "I bet you make her scream and call out your name, you bad, bad man." He stopped kissing.

"That is none of your business," he said.

"That would be yes," she gloated. Xavier went back to his ministrations. His touch felt golden with his fingers reaching the perfect level of pressure as he massaged her tired muscles. His kisses worked their way up her shin until finally reaching her knee. He was rolling two of his fingers at the back of her knee and she found herself moaning sexually once more.

"You've done this before ... for her perhaps?" she asked.

"No. I've never done this before," he said as he kissed to each side of her knee cap. He kept pushing her leg farther up so he could kiss farther up her thigh. God she was so wet.

"You are a natural," she complimented him.

"I actually believe if I do something, no matter how much I don't want to do it, I do it to the very best of my ability. That includes whatever it is that I'm doing right now," he informed her. Chloe put her right foot on Xavier's shoulder. He was now looking straight at her crotch. She'd chosen black stockings, garter, panties and bra for the effect, but now she was happy because he couldn't see how wet she'd become.

Her new man, and she was now sure he was hers, needed no coaching to switch his attentions to the other leg. He rested one hand underneath her thigh only an inch from her ass. That hand slowly and sensually worked out the fatigue from her muscles. She found absolutely nothing to criticize about his efforts. He was kissing her knee now and alternating with slight licks.

"Higher," she said hoarsely. She actually heard him growl. His hands tensed up on her flesh. She struggled to restrain her urge to grasp his head and push it along. Her knuckles were white against the table's edge. He let her go and pushed her left leg off to the side. Chloe thought she'd lost him. Xavier stood up, his eyes burning with barely controlled frustration.

When he put his hands on her hips it wasn't rough, it was gentle almost lovingly. He pulled her up until they were crotch to crotch. He put his face right into hers. Chloe couldn't decide if she was furious for his defiance, or fearful that he might lash out. His hands touched the hem of her skirt and pulled upwards. She smiled when she realized what he was doing. He bunched up the skirt at her waist and pushed her back against the desk.

He leaned back down, picking up the left leg once more and resuming his progress up her thigh. He kissed the inner side and top while his hands massaged the bottom. Chloe couldn't stop herself. She put one of her hands into his hair and ran her hands through it. His kisses climbed higher and higher until she could feel his cheek pressing up against her clit. She was ready for it, but he tricked her by switching over at the last minute to start at the knee on the right.

"Nasty boy," she panted. He responded by playfully biting her inner thigh eliciting an "Aaahhh". Now he was kissing, nibbling and drawling lines with his tongue on her flesh. Chloe was positive she could never let this man go. She'd never had a horse, but if she ever had, she would want it to be this one; defiant yet responsive.

When he reached the corner of her thighs and crotch he stopped again. She tried to push his head into her pussy with her hand, but he resisted. He was quite strong and spirited.

"Now," she managed to grind out through her sexual tension. His hands worked up and began pushing her legs farther apart. He placed his lips onto her panties and she could feel him searching around with his tongue. He was a magician. When he found her clit he put his lips on it and sucked it violently. 

She automatically thrashed her hips up. He wouldn't let go of his position; instead he sucked and bit into her clit through the fabric. She tried to make him slow down but he was too damn good. He'd found her perfect spot and tenaciously kept at it.

"God!" she screamed out. She felt his tongue press into her as much as the panties would allow. He was relentless. Chloe lost control and crashed back onto the desk.

Instead of stopping, he lifted her legs up and sucked harder. She thought she'd gained a moment of clarity when he moved his lips away then she felt one of his hands move her panties aside and he dove back in. He licked back and forth between tongue fucking her and assaulting her over-aroused clitoris.

"Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck ... please ... stop ... aaahhh!" and she came again. She rarely came at all, and never twice period. He kept licking up her juice but spared her clit from any more luxurious pain. By the time she could think clearly again he had put her panties back in place and was reaching for some Kleenex.


Grading the Family Ch. 01



He whipped his face clean. She looked into those eyes and she saw a level of shame and self-loathing. He tossed the used tissue into the wastepaper basket. He shook his head, clearly only now coming to grips with what he'd done and why he'd done it. She saw no sign of masculine conquest or self-satisfaction. He felt used and she knew it.

Xavier turned to leave. She let him get right at the door before she stuck in the barb.

"I expect to see you on Friday." He drew up short.

"No," he responded without turning around, but he'd stopped moving.

"If I don't see you, this was all for nothing. Toni will still be kicked out," Chloe wickedly promised.

"Why are you doing this to her?" he sighed. "What has she ever done to you?"

"Does it matter?" she replied. "You say you love her. If you do, then you will do anything for her. If you don't, go home and don't worry about it."

"Didn't I make you happy today? I tried, I really tried."

"I believe you Xavier," Chloe grinned. "I think you tried very hard, but you will have to try a whole lot harder if you are going to help Toni. Now be a good boy and make plans to take me out on Friday night." He hung his head in despair. "And Xavier, dump your girlfriend. You won't have time for her anymore."

Xavier spun around, terribly pissed off.

"What is wrong with you? You don't even know me."

"That's the whole point: me getting to know you. I already know you can perform," she smiled sweetly.

"One day you will pay for this," he glared.

"Keep thinking that; it makes you even more adorable," she said in a soothing tone. Xavier turned and stormed out of the room. Chloe moved two fingers down inside her panties. None of her little mechanical and rubber friends at home had ever done so much for her. Xavier was never getting away.



Grading the Family Ch. 02



*Being in love does not make you strong; being afraid does not make you weak *


Xavier Walker walked into his boss's office.  Gloria Newman looked up at her protégé and smiled.  Xavier was a great asset to the bank.  He was also an incredible boost to the forty-year old woman's self-esteem.  Xavier was her secret lover; hardly a relationship the board of directors would approve of but was so worth it.  

Still she had never regretted coming on to the rather naïve young man.  She had recruited him out of college because of his prodigious talents with international finance, but fallen in love with his dynamic personality and optimism.  She knew immediately something was off.  One of the few things Xavier wouldn't be good at was poker.

"Xavier, what's wrong?" she asked.  Xavier was surprisingly indecisive.
"Gloria," Xavier said as he looked down at the ground, "I can't see you anymore.  My family situation has become ... complicated."
"Oh," she hesitated, "does this have to do with the promotion?"

"Oh God no," he said in pained tone, "I'm grateful for every opportunity you've given me and I'll always give you my best work."
"I don't doubt it Xavier, but please tell me what I can do to change your mind," she asked.  "You must know that you've earned your place here.  I haven't given you anything because ... because of us."

"I know Gloria and thank you.  All I can ask is that you please give me some time."  He was clearly upset by something, but Gloria couldn't figure out what it was.  "I hope things will settle themselves out soon and if you still want me back, I'll gladly return to you."
"I understand," Gloria lied.  "You know my door is always open to you.  If you need me as a friend I want you to know you can always talk to me."  Xavier nodded, turned and left.  Gloria was left wondering what the hell had happened and trying to decide how hurt she was.

(That evening)

"Xavier," Toni said.  She didn't call him 'Uncle' because she wanted him to think of her as grown up.  "Ms. Pieper gave me this letter for you."
"Did she say anything to else?" her normally energetic guardian asked.
"No," she suspiciously responded, "she gave me this and said it was some information you asked for concerning my course work."

"Oh," he sighed sadly.  He took the envelope and opened it.  From the light coming through the letter Toni could only tell it was a list of things.  It didn't look like a normal school form.  He took a deep breath, noticed Toni looking at him and smiled.
"Is everything okay?" Toni inquired.

"Of course; you are going to graduate and be with your friends in high school next year.  That is what's important," he answered.  Toni thought that was a scary thing to say.  Ms. Pieper had threatened to suspend her only two days ago.  Her uncle had coming charging to her rescue and now Ms. Pieper was essentially ignoring her – always a good thing.  "Let's get some dinner on the table."

"I'll get the salad," Toni smiled.  Xavier was always sliding responsibility her way and she secretly relished it.  He didn't treat her like a kid; he consulted her on family decisions and after the death of her Mother and Father that had helped her cope.  He'd showed her that she mattered and that her brother and uncle needed her.  Xavier threw himself into spicing up dinner which was always interesting because five months ago neither he nor Toni knew anything about cooking.

Later in his deceased brother's study while the kids watched TV Xavier looked over the list he'd been sent.  Chloe had 'politely' given him a list of options for food and entertainment.  He spent twenty minutes and an exceptional amount of brainpower trying to figure a way out of his predicament.  

If he went to the school principle all he had was his word.  He doubted he could trap her in her deceptions; he simply wasn't the type.  There was no one he could go to about this, because if they failed Toni would suffer.  He would wait for the situation to develop because in his experience everyone made mistakes.  All he needed was waiting for Chloe to trip herself up, or so he hoped.

A reservation for a decent place, with enough lighting for him to feel safe, was difficult.  He deviated from her choices in entertainment as well.  He hardly felt a movie theater was in his best interest, as was a moonlight stroll by the waterfront.  A four piece chamber music group was more a match of what she was reaching for and what he was in his comfort zone.

Like a truant student he was required to call his 'date' and confirm his decisions.  When she answered her voice was very demanding and abrupt.
"Yes?"
"Ms. Pieper – Chloe, it is Xavier Walker," he answered.  Her whole attitude changed.

"Xavier, it is such a pleasant surprise to hear from you.  What can I do for you?"  Xavier's first thought was to wonder what the hell she was playing at then he realized that this was part of the role she wanted him to play.
"I would like to go out with you on Friday night," he stated.  There was a long pause.  "If you want to," he added.

"Let me think about it Xavier.  What would you have in mind?"
"I was thinking we could go to Callahan's at seven-thirty," he began.
"That wasn't ..."
"It is a charming place I've been to before and I was hoping you would like it.  All the twenty-something's go there," he pointed out.  She paused.

"I thought we might take in the South Shore Chamber Music Quartet which is playing right across the park from Callahan's," he said with a silent prayer.
"That sounds enchanting," she murmured.  "I'd be happy to go out with you, and Xavier, be careful with your alternations.  I like you being creative.  I am less pleased with your attempts to put some distance between us; don't make you painfully remind you were we stand."

"I understand," Xavier said stiffly. 
"I look forward to our date," was her honey-worded reply.  She hung up and began thinking of the way she would make him pay for his defiance.  Oh, she found his resistance delicious and his choices for a date were far more inventive and appropriate than her own, but he had to know who was in charge.

Choice was something she would allow, not something he should aspire to.  She was rapidly falling in love with him – or more like the power she was entrapping him in.  She quickly shed her skirt and sat down, legs spread.  She slipped her fingers inside her panties and along the fold of her labia.  The very sound of his voice could get her wet; soaking wet.  Breaking him to her Will only helped the process along.

(Friday evening)

"Uncle Xavier," groused Toni, "we don't need a sitter."
"I could be out really late Toni.  It would be responsible to leave a thirteen year old alone with a ten year old.  I know you've grown up a lot, but I have to do what I think is right," Xavier explained.  He and Toni locked gazes.  It was Toni who relented.

"So, who is the girlfriend?" Toni teased.  Xavier blushed.
"Ah, let's see how this works out before I call her my girlfriend," he evaded.  Considering that she considered Xavier to be as open and giving as the day was long, Toni found that odd.  Heck, the man had taken her to her OBGYN because she'd needed him and that was something her Dad had never done.

The doorbell rang and Xavier headed to the front door.  
"Come on in Patricia," Toni heard Xavier say.  It was Patricia Conklin, the babysitter. 
"You can call me Patty, Mr. Walker," the high school girl gushed.
"Of course Patty; call me Xavier.  Now is there anything else I need to tell you?  You have my number if anything goes wrong," he responded.  He ushered the sitter into the living room.

Brad, Toni's brother looked up from his X-box, acknowledged the new presence and went back to his game. 
"Hey," Patty greeted the two children.  Toni found the way Patty was mooning over Xavier to be slightly nauseating.  She was sixteen and he was twenty-five; what chance did Patty think she had?

"Hi," muttered Toni.  Xavier stood awkwardly around for a second then took a look at his phone.
"Okay, I have to go," he said.  He took his coat off the back of a chair and headed for the door.  He turned and gave Toni a strange sad look then smiled and headed out.
"So," Patty asked, "what do you want to do?"

"I want to go watch TV in my room," Toni replied stonily.  She had to go phone her friends and talk this thing out.  If her uncle had a new woman in his life it was only a matter of time before he brought her home.  Toni wanted to know who this was.  One of her friends recommended stealing his phone to see who he was talking to.  The guy had next to no social life.  How hard could it be?

(Later)

Xavier coughed uncomfortably.  Chloe graced him with a lascivious smile.
"I like this place," she murmured with a sexual undercurrent.
"Your foot is in my crotch," he whispered back.  He was highly conscious that anyone who chose to could look under the booth and see what she was doing.  There was no tablecloth.

"I'm aware of that, now massage my foot the way I like," she smiled.  Since she was the final judge on what she liked, this was as tricky request and she was happily aware of that.  Xavier could only do well if she allowed him to.
"I'm not wearing panties," she added.  Clearly Xavier didn't know what to make of that news.

"Let me feel your toes; you know where," she instructed.  Xavier groaned and not in a good way.
"People can see us," he emphasized.  He started working his strong fingers into her foot.
"I know," she responded.  "I want people to see you molest me."  He gulped.
"I don't want to," he said.

"I know," she smiled.  "I don't care."
"No," he persisted.
"Do it or I'll make a scene.  I'm sure that will make it back to all your banker friends, you deviant."

For a moment Chloe thought she might have to simulate a violent orgasm then she felt his shoeless foot slide up along her legs and push aside her dress.  She scooted forward to let him reach her without too much effort.  The Good Boy began working her over with his big toe.  It took her a moment to register the loathing he was directing her way.

"How did your girlfriend take it?" she purred as his toe did its pleasurable job.
"I broke it off.  Isn't that enough?" he answered.  
"Really?" she teased.
"Don't you believe me?" Xavier sighed.

"The pain in your eyes is proof enough.  Now forget her.  You are mine now," she smiled.
"No," he defied her angrily.  In response Chloe brought her foot down from his crotch and slammed her thighs together, pinning his foot in her pussy.
"I feel a scream coming on," she taunted.  "What will Toni think about you molesting her teacher?"

"No ... don't, please ... I'm yours; happy?" he snarled.
"Get used to saying it," she informed him.  He was silent but was clearly rebellious.  She had to do something about that.
"Oh ... God ... yes!" Chloe gasped.  She accentuated her chorus of pleasure by slamming her fist on the table.

Xavier struggled to pull his foot back, but she held him fast.  People were beginning to look their way and grin.  Xavier looked down at the table, choking down his rage.
"I apologize," he whispered.  "I'll try not to do it again."
"Good boy," she smiled.  She released his foot and he rapidly pulled it back down to him.

Chloe reached across the table and placed her hand over one of his.
"This is the best date I've ever been on," she told him honestly.  "Thank you."  See, Chloe thought, she proved she could be a gracious winner.  It was a little disappointing that he didn't appreciate the gesture.

Later they walked across the park.  Chloe reached for Xavier's hand but he instinctively pulled away.
"Don't do that," cautioned Chloe.  "You've asked me out on a date.  I would like you to act appreciative."  She waited for him to struggle through the decision. 

Really Chloe was hoping for an arm through her arm so she was a surprised when he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him.  She folded into his control and rested her head on his shoulder.  His cologne was expensive and in good taste.  His hand wasn't sitting there like a dead thing as was always the case with men who had touched her before.

His hand rested low on her waist, on the cusp of brushing her ass and when she stepped he pulled her into his hip.  It was an actually affectionate gesture.  Sure, it was coerced, but he made it feel genuine.  She sighed into his shoulder and slipped an arm around his waist in sympathy.  
"Did you say something?" Xavier asked softly.

"It was nothing," she whispered back to him.  She looked around and noticed something unexpected and new.  Other people were looking at them as a real couple.  She totally owned Xavier and everyone knew it.  Women were jealous of her and men wondered what extraordinary sexual power she possessed which made her even more attractive to them.

Chloe started laughing quietly.
"What is it?" Xavier asked somewhat perturbed.
"Nothing you need to worry about," she answered gleefully.  He was smart enough to say nothing more.  She gave him a strong squeeze as a reward for not ruining her moment.

When they arrived at the small amphitheater where they were to be entertained, Chloe tugged on Xavier and made him stop.  She moved around so that she was in front, pressing close his body.  She gave him a chance to intuit her intentions without being forced to instruct him.  She would be displeased if she had to tell him what to do.  She saw resentment in his gaze.  Her lips parted.

Xavier leaned down and kissed her.  It wasn't much of a kiss.  His spirit struggled against her unspoken command.  Chloe was feeling generous so she moved her hand behind his head and pressed in the kiss.  Her tongue darted across his closed lips.  She moaned and he got the message.  He allowed her in and his tongue stroked hers before crossing her lips.  He was proving to be so much fun training.

The music started up and Chloe pulled away.  She felt Xavier move behind her and was suddenly uncertain of his intentions.  When he wrapped his arms around her and let his hands rest on the lower stretch of her stomach.  He pulled her close against him, her back to his front.  She'd seen people stand like this before, but never experienced it.  She could feel his chest rise and fall with each breath.

She stroked his arm and rested her head on his chest.  His breathe fell upon her ear.  Out of the blue, he kissed the top of her ear once then again.  She had no idea why he was doing that but it felt good.  He was being unsettlingly aggressive, but at the same time very pleasurable.  Chloe couldn't decide whether to punish him a lot or a little.

Chloe decided that he was a good horse, racing in the direction she wanted but exhibiting too much of an unrestrained attitude.   She reached down between them until she felt his cock through his pants.  Xavier tried to pull away, but she grabbed and held onto it.
"Don't be a bad boy," she threatened softly. Her words were drowned out by the music so only they heard one another.  

Xavier stopped his progress then returned to his original position.  She began to stroke his cock up and down and feeling it grow larger and hotter.  She began pushing her grasp along her backside.  She moved her hand away now that she had his cock rubbing along her ass.  Chloe began to very slightly rub up and down along his shaft.  She had to get this meat inside her.

"Squeeze my breast," she ordered him.  He didn't obey.  "Do it or I'll scream out what a pervert you are so that everyone around hears?"
"Don't," he begged.  Chloe inhaled a deep breath.  Xavier's hand clamped down hard on her right breast and started squeezing.  Sometimes Xavier had to be reminded who had the spurs in this relationship.

Chloe caught other couples stealing quick glances their way.  She'd meet their looks with her own dominant gaze and smiled.  She was thoroughly mastering a twenty-five year old Adonis and she wanted people to know it, and she wanted them to know that Xavier would do whatever she said.

As the music wove its romantic spell over the small crowd she was privileged to be a part of, Chloe wondered how far she could draw Xavier down the road to perversion.  Sex; she had to have sex first, but already her mind turned beyond what she was sure would be a memorable fucking to what would come after.  There were so many things she'd never done.

Xavier lips found the nape of her neck and began sucking.  She was going to get a hickey if she wasn't careful and that tantalized her.  All the children thought that she was a cold cast-iron heartless bitch; what would they think if she proudly bore the symbol of some man's physical affections?  Would their hearts be jealous? 

Would the young boys wank off thinking of her large bosom in their faces?  She could smack their little hard-ons and make them cry.  She'd enjoy that.  She was all for punishing filthy dirty minds.  Maybe a few of those sluts would wet themselves as they gave into their lesbian perversions; how delicious.

"Mmmm," she moaned.  Her nipple hardened through the cotton dress and her satin bra.  She was pushing up against his iron rod until her panties were permanently wedged in.  Her neck was very wet as his tongue worked over inch of her neck from ear shoulder.  He kept going back to that one place for real suction, but he was liberal with his affections.

The music was over too soon.  She felt a physical chill as Xavier moved away.  She looked over his shoulder to see what he was up to and was pleased and amused.  He was taking off his jacket.  He put it around her shoulders to warm her despite his own mild discomfort.
"Thank you," she said.  He nodded.

"Do you want to go to the car now?" Xavier asked.  Chloe thought that over.  She had one attempt at love-making in a car.  It had been short, awkward and unpleasant.  She would stick with her original plan and lead him somewhere outdoors despite the chill in the air.  His body would keep her warm.  She was sure he would take delight in her body as well.  He had better.

She took his hand and led him down along the waterfront.  The park became islands of light from the lamp posts in a sea of moonless dark.  Chloe chose a streetlamp and backed herself up against one.  She grabbed Xavier by his tie and drew him into a hungry kiss.  The lamp was uncomfortably cold.  She hadn't thought of that.

Xavier took her by the shoulders and turned her around, putting himself against the cold post unbidden.  She stroked his cheek with the back of her hand in response.  He was such an empathetic lover.  It made him such a treasure.  They kept kissing for several minutes.  It was already the best date she'd ever had in her thirty years of desolation.  No man had fought back so hard yet yielded so much in one night.

Chloe began unbuckling his belt and working on his zipper.  His hands closed over hers.
"Anyone could come along and see us," he whispered urgently.
"I know," she breathed.  "You had better hurry."  He still hesitated.  She would have stroked him to greater rigidity, but that seemed to be impossible.  

His hand reached down to the hem of her dress and hiked it up.  He put a finger into her pussy to make sure it was good and wet; it was.  He put the finger to his lips and licked it.  Chloe moaned at the sight of the gesture.  Xavier grabbed a handful of each buttock and lifted her up.  He impaled her on the first thrust.  He didn't slam her down as any other man would have done.  No, he lowered her down with sensual strength and control.

"God yes," she moaned as he finally hit bottom.  He needed no urging to rock back and forth with her clit grinding against his pelvic bone with the most excellent technique.  How was this man not already taken?  He'd been waiting for a woman like her she was sure.  He wanted a woman to bring him to heel and provide discipline and control in his life.  He completed her and she clearly completed him, of that she had no doubt.




Grading the Family Ch. 02



Chloe wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and began pushing her lips and tongue against his mouth.  Her breathing through her nose began ragged and labored.  She felt that familiar tingling and the warmth began radiating from her thighs.
"Harder," she urged him, "harder ... so close."  

He increased the depth and violence of his thrusts and she felt a sudden rush of volcanic warmth within her.  This sent her into her own screaming orgasm.  She had forced him to come in her and he'd been so naughty in doing so.  She was in such ecstasy that she wasn't sure how, or even if she wanted to punish him.  She went with a simple, playful slap.

"Bad boy," she panted.  "I didn't give you ..." He slammed into her again and again.  The bastard was still hard.  This time he was brutal and merciless.  Chloe hung on for dear life.  Her next audible orgasm only minutes later drew looks from all over the park.  No one came running so they must have known what her vocalizations meant.

She was panting to stay alive.  She could feel the heat and steam coming off of her lover.
"Consider yourself forgiven," she moaned into his chest.  He gently lowered her legs back down to the ground.  She nearly fell over anyway, her legs were so rubbery.  Xavier held her to him, keeping the chill away and comforting her.  She drank in his musk and felt so femininely raw and naked.

"We should be going home now," he said softly when she could stand on her own.  She didn't want it to end, but was feeling her own physical exhaustion.  Her gut told her to take him home and hold him all weekend.  She growled inwardly as she came to the acceptance that his need to care for his kids, the weakness she was exploiting, would still separate them.

"Yes," she agreed grudgingly.  He straightened her dress down into place.  She followed suit by put his penis back into his shorts, zipping him up, and fixing his belt.  He wrapped his arm around her once more, again resting it at the top of her ass.   It felt familiar yet not overtly sexual and she adored the gesture.  He knew how to treat a woman right, even if he had to be threatened to do it.  She partially wondered why she hadn't done something like this before but was equally glad she hadn't because she would have missed snaring Xavier.  She was wet all over again.

At her apartment Xavier got out and opened the car door for her.  He held her hand as they walked to her door and when she turned to give him her new instructions he stepped in and kissed her deeply.  She moaned into his mouth as he reached around and grabbed her ass and squeezed.
"Wednesday," she gasped as she huddled against his chest.  "We are going out again on Wednesday."

"But I ..." he started.  She looked up at him daring him to continue.  His resentment flared.  They were locked in a battle of wills.  Toni's happiness weighed in the balance.  Xavier surrendered.
"I'll think of something," he said with sullen anger.  To Chloe, his willingness would have been sweet, but fighting her every move, and having him lose, was so much better.

Chloe contemplated ordering him inside to get another feel for that wonderful tongue.  Having gone farther sexually than she'd ever gone before, she only wanted to go one step beyond.
"I have to go – the sitter," he informed her.  Chloe acquiesced.  She put a hand onto his chest and felt his heartbeat.  It was rapid and strong.  

She rubbed a finger over his hardened nipple.  She pinched it painfully and he flinched.  He will be totally mine, she promised herself as she smiled up into eyes filled with spirited resistance.  He kissed her again lightly on the lips.  He took his coat off her, threw it over his shoulder and walked to his car.  She watched his shapely backside leave, not going inside until his car was out of sight.


"Mr. Wa ... Xavier," said the sleepy Patricia as her employer roused her.  Waking up and seeing him was one of her private fantasies.  Several of the girls in the neighborhood who saw him jog past every morning thought so too.  Until tonight no one thought he had a girlfriend.  Some worried he might be gay.  

One whiff of him as he pulled her up and she 'accidently' brushing up against him told her that he'd been with a woman wearing 'Passion' perfume; there was a smudge of lipstick on his lower lip as well, and a definite smell of  ... sex.
"Nice date?" she questioned.  He looked down and away.

"It was ... something," he evaded.  He looked back to her.  "Thank you for the assistance on such short notice.  Can I interest you in working again on Wednesday?"
"Anything for you, Xavier," Patty beamed.  He rewarded her with a warm, thankful smile.
"How much do I owe you?" he asked.

"Seven dollars an hour for seven hours is forty-nine bucks Xavier," she answered.  He reached into his wallet and pulled out three bills.
"Here are sixty dollars; you've earned it.  Were there any problems?"

"Toni wanted to talk to you when you got in, Brad tried to convince me that he could stay up until midnight on weekend nights, and Mrs. Newman wanted to talk to you about some things that came up at work.  She asked that you call her sometime tomorrow morning."
"Thank you Patricia," Xavier said.  He showed her to the door and walked with her outside.

"Where are you going?"  Patricia asked when they were half down the walkway.
"I'm walking you home," the man responded as if it was the most obvious thing to say.  "I want to make sure you get to your house safely".  Patricia turned and smiled.  She started talking to him about all kinds of things; school, friends, where he took his date, and even a few attempts to find out more about the woman he was with, but to no avail.  

He walked her to her door and was waving good-bye when she ran up and kissed him on the cheek.  He looked stunned.  She was inside before he could react.  Xavier felt terribly confused and frustrated on the walk back home.  It was with some reluctance that he woke Toni.
"Hey Pumpkin," he said as he sat down on the corner of the bed.

"Hey Uncle Xavier," Toni muttered.  "How did it go?"  Xavier actually chuckled.
"Why does anyone want to know?  It was only a date.  I'm more concerned about your mid-semester projects coming up.  I understand that you've really pulled your grades up, but I want you to keep at it."

"I'll be okay," she smiled sleepily.  "Whatever you said to that terribly cow Pieper put her in her place; she's been leaving me alone since your little meeting."
"It has made a difference?" he said sadly.
"It sure has," Toni admitted.  "She really had it out for me, but you set her straight."

"I love you Kiddo," he sighed.  "Now go to sleep.  You can go running with me in the morning if you like."  Toni mumbled something non-committal and dozed off.  Xavier went to his own bed and showered, scrubbing hard to get the scent of her away.  He went to bed trying to put the whole night behind him.  He would have been very troubled to know that Chloe sat in bed at that same moment reliving the marvelous time she had with him.



Grading the Family Ch. 03



*Friends will save you; True Friends will save you from yourself *

Getting Xavier's phone was pathetically easy. After his morning run, he spent thirty minutes in the home gym. It was his routine every day. While he kept the phone close by, he didn't always keep in the same room. All Toni had to do was scroll through the calls of the past few days. Only one set of calls were at all strange. He had been in contact with Ms. Pieper several times. He called her right before his date on Friday night. Toni was trying to understand what kind of trouble she must be in for him to take time from his date to talk with the Hag.

Needless to say the next day when she heard that Ms. Chloe Pieper had been replaced by an actual human being it was shocking to not only Toni, but the entire student body. Someone even thought she had a hickey. Everyone speculated what kind of desperate fool would resort to dating the sentient version of rope burn.

When Toni walked into the class and sat down, Ms. Pieper looked up at her saying, "Hello Toni," but the expected verbal beat-down didn't follow. Ms. Pieper went back to her work without further comment. Toni's jaw dropped. When several classmates looked at her for an explanation she could only shrug helplessly.

When class ended Ms. Pieper asked her to stay for a moment -- asked not ordered.

"Ms. Walker, how is your home situation working out? After my talk with your uncle I want to keep in touch and make sure things are going well for you," Ms. Pieper asked.

"Things are going ... well Ms. Pieper. He's taking extra care with me. This weekend he helped me work on prepping on my midterm projects," she informed her teacher.

"Well," she smiled in a way that Toni found creepy, "let Xavier know I'm keeping tabs on you."

"Yes ma'am," Toni agreed. Xavier? What the hell was she doing calling her uncle by his first name?

"And Ms. Walker, feel free to call me Chloe."

"Yes ... Chloe," Toni gulped.

"Hurry to your next class Toni. We don't want you to be late." Toni fled from the room. She didn't know what to make of that conversation. Wasn't she already in contact with Uncle Xavier? Back in the classroom, Chloe reveled in the doubt and confusion she'd sown.

At the bank Gloria took a few minutes to go over Xavier's work. Outwardly, everything was up to his impeccable standards, but inwardly she could tell he was disillusioned. He'd loved to come to work, he'd love to work for her and under her, and now something or someone had taken that away. 

The thing was she couldn't understand what weakness he had. He didn't drink, gamble, or do drugs. She was pretty sure he'd only dated her. That didn't leave many options. She felt compelled to ask around. She knew some people enforcement. If he was in trouble, she needed to know about it -- for the bank, of course.

"Gloria, you asked to see me?" Xavier said after he knocked on her door.

"Sure Xavier; how are those Nikkei numbers?" she asked.

"We are looking at a three percent increase over this week alone," he informed her. She had to smile. Xavier had predicted this and the bank had invested based on his information.

"I miss you," she let slip. He looked at her with pain in his eyes.

"I've never stopped thinking about you," he confessed. He sounded so vulnerable and honest. She didn't know how to respond to that. He clearly wanted her and her companionship, but some unforeseen force was keeping them apart. "I need to get back to work," he sighed. She nodded and he was gone. Gloria was uncertain about what to do next.

That evening as they were eating yet another successful attempt of Xavier's at stir-fry, Toni remembered her earlier conversation.

"Ms. Pieper wanted me to let you know that she's pleased you're looking out for me." Her uncle stopped eating.

"She did?" Xavier asked softly, barely above a whisper.

"Yes, the crazy bitch wants me to call her Chloe," Toni continued.

"Don't refer to someone as a 'crazy bitch'," Xavier told her.

"I tell you, the woman's turned the bend. Worse, I think some poor desperate fool is banging her ass," Toni persisted.

"Toni, talk about people the way you would want them to talk about you. Ms. Pieper is not crazy, and I'm sure her sex life is none of your business," he instructed her.

"Fine Xavier; all I can only say whoever is doing this is doing the school a favor, still I guess if she is willing to leave me alone, I should leave her alone," Toni conceded.

"Please don't give her any reason to change her opinion of you," Xavier urged.

"I don't know," Brad snickered. "I hear she's the biggest bitch in all middle school and I don't go there until next year."

"Brad," Xavier cautioned, "don't start. The important thing is we get Toni through this year." Toni wondered what had gotten into her uncle. He normally let her brother and her speak their minds. It was one of the really cool things about him.

The next day at school was almost as weird for Toni. Ms. Pieper was seen going down the hallway and 'ignoring' several obvious infractions ... almost like a normal teacher. Not to be outdone, Toni approached Ms. Pieper at lunch. In front of the whole cafeteria she came up and said,

"Hello Chloe, my uncle says he appreciate all the special attention you've been giving me." 

The closest teacher cringed and gave a pitying glance to Toni, thinking the student was about to get beheaded.

"Why thank you, Toni," was Chloe's serene reply. "I have an update I want you to give your uncle. Pick it up at the end of my class." The teacher nearly fell out of his seat. Toni was an immediate celebrity among the student body. For Chloe it was a matter of building someone up so they could fall farther.

That evening Xavier read the note when Toni handed it to him and re-read it in the study once the kids were safely around the TV.

-Call me this evening and ask me to make dinner for you at my place. -- 

Xavier didn't have to be brilliant to understand he would be totally vulnerable at her house. Strangely the one saving grace he could find in the matter was that it was a school night. She could only hold him for so long, which was good because he had no idea how long he could hold her off.

"Hello?" Chloe said in a far less hostile tone than last time she'd answered the phone. Xavier figured she was expecting him.

"Chloe, it is Xavier. Our last date was memorable, but I wonder if we could have dinner at your place tomorrow night?" he managed to ask in a civil tone.

"Wow, that is a bit forward, but I agree that our last date was memorable. I'm remembering it right now in fact," she teased. "I'd be happy to make you some of Thai Fried Oysters. I'm sure you'll love it. When can I expect you?"

"Eight o'clock," he informed her.

"Make it seven," she corrected. "I'm sure we can find a way to kill the time."

"I'm looking forward to it," he lied poorly.

"Well after the wonderful time you showed me Friday, I look forward returning the favor," she promised.

"I look forward to paying you back too," Xavier responded. Chloe hesitated. She was angry, but also terribly thrilled. A lesser man would have given in, but Xavier was showing he still had teeth.

"I can't wait to see how this turns out," she murmured sexily. She'd relish this defiance as much as she would exult in mental anguish she would put him through. "Bye now."

Chloe was called to the office right as she was going with her student's to lunch. She was mildly curious about what it could be about. The secretary had a strange gleam her eye and a smirk on her face when Chloe came in.

"There is a delivery for you, Ms. Pieper," he woman said. She reached behind the partial wall that separated her seat from the general audience and handed a box, a card and a black rose to Chloe.

Chloe blinked. She felt a half smile cross her face. She put the rose and the box aside and opened the card.

-Thinking of you. Can't wait for tonight. -- 

Clever boy, she thought. She was furious. He had taken the initiative and made her feel so sexy and sensuous yet given her no avenue of immediate release. A moan escaped her lips.

"Someone seems to be pursuing you," the secretary commented, looking for some hint on who it might be. "Do you know who?" Chloe nodded her head. "Well, the delivery came from Chantal's."

"Who?" Chloe inquired.

"That's a place on 42nd Street; really high class. What's in the box?" asked the secretary. Chloe put the card down and picked up the box. Inside was a silver bracelet made of five intertwined threads.

"Oh," gasped the other woman, "that is beautiful." Chloe examined it then put it on her wrist. She held up her arm and examined how it looked on her. She felt her insides twitch uncomfortably. How dare he, she fumed. She felt like storming down to his office at the bank and making him fuck her on his desk with all of his co-workers watching. 

Chloe was still racking her brain for the appropriate torment when she made her way into the cafeteria and took her place at the teacher's table. Someone said something to her.

"What?" she said as she looked to see who would dare talk to her. It was Mr. Giovanni.

"Nice flower," he repeated.

"It is a black rose," she told him. "It came with the bracelet," she exhibited with a sudden exuberance to show off her superiority to her fellow educators. She had someone special and not some dried-up spouse like the rest of this crowd.

"Is it anyone we know?" he asked politely.

"I doubt it," she smiled with false modesty. "He's in the financial sector."

"That looks like white gold," Mrs. Samuelson, a sixth grade civics teacher said.

"Oh really? Well, he has very good taste in all kinds of things," Chloe stated. Mr. Giovanni smirked.

"He must be looking for something," he hinted.

"We aren't that far along in our relationship," she smiled sarcastically.

"I wish you both luck," he said before moving off through the student throngs. Chloe couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit less angry with Xavier. He'd helped her slap down someone else after all.

Sienna sat down rapidly at Toni's table and leaned in conspiratorially.

"Someone gave PMS Pieper a bracelet and flower!" she squeaked. 

"Get out of here," Toni whispered back. "The crazy bitch probably sent it to herself."

"I hate to think of some guy being so desperate to 'tap' that," Sienna giggled.

"You're very punctual," Chloe noted as she made Xavier stand in the doorway as she eyed him up and down. He did look very nice, so scrumptious. Having made him wait long enough she stepped aside and let him come in. Partially inside, he turned and kissed her lightly on the lips. From behind his back he produced a bottle of wine. Had he managed a smile the moment would have been perfect.

Chloe shut the door and walked past him. She could feel his eyes follow the lines of her backless dress to her narrow waist and her curvaceous hips. She'd blown a fortune on this dress so he better fucking love it. She stole a look over her shoulder.

"Wow," he muttered in such a genuine way that made Chloe turn back and slap him playfully.

"I still owe you for the bracelet and rose ... delivered to work. You have to pay for that," she grinned wickedly. Xavier appeared confused.

"I thought it would be something you liked," she muttered. "It was supposed to make you happy."

"Oh, I was fantastically happy, but that doesn't change the fact that I didn't ask it and our relationship is based on you doing what I want to do, not what you want to do," she said with a feigned helpless shrug.

"So I can't even do something to make you happy? That's sick," he declared.

"Xavier, when you do what I want you make me happy. It is not like your confusion or pain is something I enjoy," Chloe blatantly lied. Having upset Xavier so early in the evening was a good thing. "Now I'll get you a wine opener and some wine glasses. Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes."

"That's good to know," Xavier said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.

"I'm going to the kitchen. Find ways to amuse me while we are in there," she purred. Chloe sashayed into the kitchen. She heard Xavier growl angrily before following her into her small kitchenette.

Chloe waited with failing patience while Xavier sat back and let her finish preparing the food. The fool was doing nothing which made her angrier and angrier. She dished out the food and placed the plates on opposite sides of the table loudly when she suddenly realized he was right behind her. He pinned her hips to the table.

"What?" she snapped.

"Please," he whispered then did nothing. She began boiling. "Are you angry with me now?" he said next.

"Damn right I am," Chloe seethed.

"That makes you feel good, doesn't it?" Xavier pointed out. Chloe froze.

"I'm doing what you asked me to do," he breathed into her ear. His hands eased along each hip, moving around to her stomach. Chloe pushed her ass up against him. His light touch moved along her ribs until he was cupping each of her heavy breasts. He let a thumb and each finger move up to each nipple and caressed them.

"Don't you dare disappoint me," she moaned. Xavier responded by pinching each nipple and pulling them away from her. Chloe gasped in pain and plunged over the table. After one more painful twist, his hands withdrew to her sides. "Don't stop you idiot!" she cried out. Instead of obeying he ran his fingers to the side of her body, up to the tops of her arms and slipped her dress off her shoulders.

Xavier yanked the dress down to her sides, pulling her arms back as he did so. Her arms were pinned by her clothing to hers side.

"Let me up," she commanded him.

"No," Xavier managed to growl at her. Chloe was struggling to get free. She began succeeding when Xavier pulled her dress down and kicked her legs open. One hand reached down her ass and rubbed against her wet cunt.

"Aaahhh ..." Chloe moaned as he stroked and stuck a finger inside her pussy, "Bastard." She heard him unbuckle and unzip his pants. She felt his cock come free at the same time as she got her hands underneath her. Chloe pushed up as Xavier put one hand on her hip and used the other one to steer his penis between her legs. They both froze. Carefully he put his other hand on her hip as well.

Chloe was taking in deep breaths as she evaluated her situation and it dawned on her this was exactly what she'd asked for; she couldn't let him know that though.

"Get off of me," she panted. Xavier's fingers dug into her hips but then he withdrew. Chloe turned around and examined him.

"Take off your pants and shoes," she ordered. Xavier did so, but there was clearly malice in his eyes. She could tell that he despised her and despised how she was forcing him to act. He was simply so empathic he could interpret what she wanted ... through his own innocent filter of course.

Xavier stood naked from the waist down. Chloe used one foot to move her dress aside. All she had left were her white six-inch heels which allowed her to look him straight in the eyes.

"You can't win," Chloe gloated. "I won't let you win."

"I'm beginning to see that now," he shot back.

Chloe's face took on a decidedly wicked cast, which only seemed to make Xavier angrier.

"What do you plan to do now?" Chloe purred.

"I was considering homicide," Xavier growled. That was not the answer Chloe expected. She thought about it then chuckled.

"You don't have it in you," Chloe laughed. "You are one of those poor souls who go through life thinking everyone should get along and help each other out."

"You say that like my attitude is a bad thing," he replied with more calm.

"It isn't helping you out much right now is it?" she continued to laugh.

"You haven't won yet," he responded. Chloe stopped laughing but was still amused.

"I will admit, you are not the wimp I thought I would get. You should feel lucky. I don't suffer fools," she informed Xavier as she stepped forward and place a hand on his cock. He shook his head.

"I don't understand you. You want me to spend time with you, but you don't want me to make you happy. Why don't you let me try and make you happy so we can get over this sick fascination?" Xavier asked seriously. Chloe opened her mouth then closed it. She didn't have to explain herself to him.

"I want you to fuck me now," she insisted. Xavier started to take his shirt off. "Forget the shirt, fuck me now."

"I want to feel your flesh on my flesh," he explained as he continued to defy her. Chloe grabbed a fork off the table and pressed it in between two ribs. He grunted but finished getting his shirt off.

Chloe pushed the fork in until it drew blood then she twisted. Xavier refused to cry out in pain even when the blood began trickling down his side. She withdrew the fork and licked it. He took her by one arm and slowly but steadily twisted it behind her.

"What are you doing?" Chloe demanded.

"I'm going to fuck you like a vicious, blood-hungry whore deserves to be fucked," he snarled. Xavier kept turning her around until she was lying on her stomach on top of the table, one armed pinned behind her and the other propping up her head so she could look back at Xavier. She groaned gutturally when he steadily pushed into her.

Even when she knew what she was getting, his penetrations were always a welcome surprise. He began to piston into her, picking up the pace as he went. It was so good that she didn't feel the hand reach around her until he was massaging her clit at the height and depth of each stroke. Chloe came to the realization that someone had trained him well in the arts of appreciating a woman.

The first time she came, he had her over the table. She lashed out and the food went everywhere. Chloe was struggling to recover when he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her up against the wall where he started hammering her again from behind. He was remorseless and yet she dared not stop him and show her weakness.

He took her again on the kitchen floor and when she begged off because of the pain, he cradled her to the sofa and fucked her again. For whatever reason he refused to come, and his stamina was something she could have never predicted. Xavier left her out the door leaving her unfocused and confused on the sofa. She wasn't cognizant of what had transpired until she heard the door shut. She looked at the clock. It was 9:30 ... dinner was ruined. Chloe crawled up to bed and fought off sleep, dreaming up all kinds of revenge.

Xavier took some milk out of the refrigerator and poured himself a glass.

"Hey Xavier," Toni grinned. "If you walk Patty home one more night she's going to tell everyone you're are dating."

"Please God, not another woman," Xavier groaned. "Isn't it past your bedtime?"

"I wanted to make sure you were okay," Toni responded.

"I'm good. I'm off to take a shower. You need to be in bed when I get out, okay?" Xavier asked.

"Sure thing," Toni agreed. Xavier finished his milk and went off to the bathroom. Toni noted he was favoring his left side. 

Once the water was running, Chloe found Xavier's phone and started checking through his call logs. The phone rang and Toni had a dilemma. She chose to it send it to voice mail while listening.

"Xavier," the voice began, "you need to pay for what you did to me tonight." Toni knew exactly who the voice belonged to. 

"My whole body still aches from everything we did; you are such a bad boy," Chloe continued. "I'll figure out some proper form of punishment for you, and maybe a punishment for Toni as well, as a reminder of who is really in charge. Kiss the little cretin good night for me and wish her luck at school tomorrow because she might need it. Oh, and we are going out Friday. I'm already wet just thinking about what diversions you will have this time. Good night." 




Grading the Family Ch. 03



There was a pause then Toni killed the connection. Toni felt her skin crawl and felt like she was going to vomit. She replayed the conversation in her mind. Her uncle must be having sex with Ms. Pieper in order to protect her, and he was going to get punished now, and so was she, plus the Bitch called her a cretin. 

Toni was scared and confused. She did what any middle school kid would do. She plotted revenge. For starters, she downloaded the conversation. Next she made a list of all the students who hated Ms. Pieper then she narrowed the list down to those who hated her AND would do something about it. Now she had to figure out what they would plan to do.

Gloria Newman sat opposite Donald Yarrow at lunch. Donald did 'favors' for the bank when it came to extraordinary investigations concerning bank clients and interests. Today his business was of a more personal matter.

"He's having a sexual relationship with a Chloe Pieper. I don't have much information on her yet. She is a school teacher at Martha Washington Middle School -- mainly eight grader math and science. Xavier Walker appears to be having a perfectly normal extracurricular affair," he finished.

"Appears?" pounced Gloria.

"Well, he showed up at her place at six forty-three, but listed to classical music until six fifty eight, before exiting the car and hurrying to the door. At nine thirty-two he hastily exited the site made it to his car and dry-heaved outside for three minutes before driving his car home. His clothes were a mess," he added.

"What can you tell me about Ms. Chloe Pieper?" Gloria asked. 

"No much right now. It only happened last night, but I've got someone on it. If she's blackmailing him I'll find it," he promised.

At school it was a simple matter of waiting like a coiled beast. Chloe made herself readily available for Toni Walker to taunt, but found the experience totally unrewarding. Toni and her clique looked positively school-worthy with regulation hem-length and little to no make-up. Electronic devices were nowhere in evidence so Chloe had to settle for bringing a seventh grader to tears instead.

Inside the class room it became even harder. Not only had Toni seemed to have studied, most of the people she was close to had done their homework as well. There were no seams she could work this day. At the end of class Chloe ordered Toni to stay behind.

"Have you uncle and you being working on that special assignment I sent home?" Chloe said sweetly.

"No," Toni confessed innocently. "He had an important meeting last night and was terribly exhausted when he got home. I think he went straight to bed." Toni studied the witch for any signs of reaction. She got one; the witch had an evil twitch of the lip and dispatched Toni to her next class.

Toni needed two people to make her next part of the plan work. One required a man who loved his job, loved students, and who hated Ms. Pieper -- Assistant Principle Giovanni. Toni confessed her fears to the man, plus what little evidence she had. Giovanni was skeptical, but promised to keep an open mind.

The second person was required to have skill no eighth grader possessed, as well as the legal right to use them. Toni needed a car and driver and Patty fit the bill. Toni had dangled out Xavier being in distress because of a sorted sexual extortion scheme and Patty had been nearly trampled on Toni with her eagerness to help. All Patty needed was an actual car, and Toni used her Mom's old one to fit the bill

Patty nervously handled the close surveillance, because there was no way Chloe would fail to spot Toni following her. It did seem that Chloe had a bracelet priced at Chantal's. It went for seven hundred dollars, or so the clerk said. A black silk rose would have gone for forty more. The female clerk even confessed that a handsome young man had purchased the good personally and hand-written the note.

Ms.Pieper appeared to be hold up in her tiny five room townhouse for the rest of the night. Toni and Patty raced home to steal a glance at Xavier's phone. When they got in, Xavier pulled Patty aside and asked if she could work Friday night again. He was very apologetic for such short notice. Patty gushed with understanding and Toni was happy to now treat Patty as a long lost older sister.

In the study that night, Xavier called Chloe. He was well prepared for their routine.

"Hello," Chloe said peaceably. 

"Hello Chloe, this is Xavier. I hoped you enjoyed Wednesday. I know it was a bit awkward at times, but I considered it a strong learning experience," Xavier suggested.

"There was definitely role-playing involved. As long as roles are fully understood I don't know why we can't see more of each other. Is there a reason you called?" she asked.

"How would you like to grab a dinner and a movie Friday night?"

"That sounds pedestrian, but interesting; what movies are you think about?" Chloe inquired.

"Seven Bullets -- it is a Chinese film about romance, love, brotherhood and betrayal set in a modern Chinese landscape. I hear it is a very dark film," he explained.

"What makes you think I would be interested in seeing it?" she questioned.

"I think it speaks to your soul," Xavier told her. "This isn't some 'good guys win in the end' Hollywood block buster; this is a very gritty and dark tale of the dark side of human emotions."

"I'm not sure I would like that," Chloe insisted.

"Pity; I guess I'll go alone. Maybe we can go out on another night," he casually stated. There was a long pause.

"I said we are not going," she clarified.

"I'll call you tomorrow and see if you want to do something Saturday," Xavier said evenly. Chloe wanted to come through the line and slap him so hard it left a mark. How dare he? She would find a way to make Toni suffer for this. She'd been careful today. Tomorrow, it wouldn't matter; Chloe would invent something if she had to.

"We should take in another concert in the park," Chloe redirected Xavier.

"No, we've done that. I don't want to start boring you. Maybe we can do a picnic sometime after Toni's soccer game," Xavier informed her.

"I think you should give careful consideration to what I want," Chloe threatened.

"You don't want me to win; that's fine, but if you are going to make it so that I can't win, I quit. I'll put Toni in a private school next year and use accelerated learning to catch her up for the tenth grade," he countered and let that sink in.

"Don't think that for a minute this is over," she snarled.

"I think you will like the movie," he repeated.

"Fine," she conceded, "but I hold you accountable. Is the next thing on your itinerary a slow walk to your car and maybe some groping in the back seat?"

"I have a room reserved at the Carlton and the sitter says she can stay until seven in the morning," he enticed her. The Carlton was a nice place, a really nice place. Her lover; she was thinking of Xavier as her lover now, never stinted on treats for her. Even the subtle things he provided were a cut above anything any man had given her before.

"I will see you around seven," Chloe asked.

"Six-fifteen; we have earlier reservations at Ullman's. Is this okay with you?"

That would be wonderful," Chloe answered sweetly.

"Goodbye then," he said and Xavier was gone. Chloe laughed. She knew his game; he was trying to bury her in kindness and supplications, but she didn't care about those. She wanted to grind the man down and see him break before her. She wanted him to be hers and hers alone.

Seven Bullets was a crime saga set in China which resolved around a woman who started out at the bottom of a gang and rose to the top through betrayal and murder to run a small criminal empire. She had a heated romance with the police detective assigned to bring her down. In the end she sacrifices her fellow criminals and murders her cop lover to start a new scheme in the next city. 

The story made Chloe hot. The leads were very attractive and their on-screen chemistry was explosive, but the moral of the story was what got to her the most. She was so entranced that she forgot to humiliate Xavier in some small but meaningful way. She got the sinking impression that he had intended things to work out this way.

Before Chloe could get too angry Xavier took her out of the movie theater. In the hallway she ran across a few of the students from her school. She was glowering at them, and reveling in their fear when she felt his hand slip from her waist to her ass and give it a playful squeeze. Several students gasped because the gesture was subtle, not invisible.

"Come Xavier," she purred loudly enough to be heard. She observed the students whisper as they left with his arm around her. Chloe wanted to laugh out loud. This would give their insipid little minds something to ponder. "Xavier, I didn't give you permission to touch my ass," she told him quietly. Making her ecstatic was no excuse, she mused. 

Chloe taunted him incessantly on the drive to the hotel. If she had been some cheap harlot destined to sexual obscurity like so many of her female students, Chloe would have giving Xavier the obligatory blow job while he was driving. She toyed with the idea of having him use his fingers to pleasure her but the stretch would be ... difficult on her part.

Instead she had him pull onto her in the elevator and drove her tongue down his throat.

"They have cameras in the elevators," he seethed as he broke free.

"I know, now kiss me and work that magic with your hands," Chloe insisted. Xavier took a deep angry breath. The smile on Chloe's face lasted only a second. He grabbed her breasts roughly and pulled them rapidly apart.

It hurt. More to the point, it snapped off all the buttons on her blouse.

"You Bastard," she shouted. "How in the hell am I supposed to get home now?"

"That's not my problem," he growled. Chloe slapped him and he smiled. She was about to slap him again even harder when she saw the triumphant in his eyes. 

Chloe snarled in frustration and leaned against the wall. Xavier dove back into her, kissing and teasing her neck and mauling her breasts through her nearly transparent white bra. Her nipples were painfully hard and she began panting despite herself. She was angry, incredibly turned on, and then angry again for all the stimulation she was being put through.

He wrestled with her to their door, inserted their keycard, and together they tumbled into the room. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted something hanging up in the closet. She pushed him off and walked into it. There was a beige blouse, cream colored bra, panties, and stockings in a sexy, lacy style she liked, and a tight black skirt. Xavier was pulling off her shirt as she stood there.

"How did you know my sizes?" she wondered. He was working her bra clasp as he answered.

"I'm good with numbers and I've been watching your clothes."

"You are coming along nicely," she murmured. That became an "Aaahhh ..." as his hands began to fondle her breasts. She let him have his way with her for a little while because he was being so good at it.

"Put me on the bed," she commanded. He didn't lead her; he swept her up and took her in a deep, throaty kiss. Chloe let the kiss go on for some time after he had laid her out on the bed. He stroked her hip and stomach which sent tiny shocks through her system. His other hand ran through her hair and along the outer ear, flicking the earlobe in such a way that caused her to shiver.

She touched the top of Xavier's head and began to push him down. He took the hint and the kisses went down her chin, throat, and sternum. He held her off long enough to lick and bite each nipple. The bites caused her to arch in pain/ecstasy. When he reached her stomach, he began pulling down her skirt until he wiggled it off and slid it down to the ground.

Chloe waited for the panties to go next, but he opted to suck on her through them, rubbing the silky fabric all along the lips of her pussy. When her clitoris became full evident he turned his attentions there. Chloe started thrashing her head back and forth. Xavier used one set of fingers to pull her panties to the side while he inserted a digit inside her.

"Yes ..." she moaned. "Very good; keep at it." A second finger followed the first and pushed up to the second knuckle. Xavier also decided to start rubbing the pantie band back and forth over her clit and along her farther lips, contrasting the feel of the silk versus the touch of his tongue.

"Close," she panted the warning. He quickened his pace and Chloe felt herself losing control. "God!" she gasped as she panted and she felt her vagina convulse. Xavier was lapping with enthusiasm, or maybe desperation. Chloe didn't care. "Stop," she moaned. This time he obeyed. Chloe propped herself and looked at him. "Take off your clothes. We are going to have a long night," she grinned wickedly.

It was nine o'clock Saturday morning. Toni was watching morning cartoons with Brad when the phone rang. She checked the number and saw that it was Xavier's work.

"Hey Uncle Xavier," she answered.

"Oh, this isn't Mr. Walker. I'm his boss Gloria Newman. Is Xavier still there?" the woman asked.

"No Ms. Newman. Uncle Xavier has already headed out your way," Toni responded. She found that odd since this Ms. Newman had already called Xavier at eight asking him go into work. The poor man had barely staggered in from his 'date' when the call came. 

"Good," Ms. Newman said. "I actually wanted to talk to you. I wonder if you could help me with something."

"Sure ... go ahead," said Toni.

"Are you familiar with Chloe Pieper?"

"Of course," Toni answered cautiously. "She's one of my teachers. Why do you want to know?"

"I don't know how to put this ... are Ms. Pieper and Xavier having a relationship of a non-professional nature?" Gloria inquired.

"Why would you want to know?" Toni questioned. She heard Gloria do a short intake of breath.

"I've noticed that he has been acting oddly at work and I'm worried," Gloria told her.

"Is his job in danger?" worried Toni.

"No, it is nothing like that ... it is just that ... I care about him," Gloria confessed to one of the few people who might have empathy for her affection.

"Lady, why are you telling me this; I'm thirteen years old," Toni evaded.

"Your uncle is suffering every day and I don't know what I can do to help," Gloria continued.

"If I tell you, will you promise to help him?" Toni asked. This might be an answer to her prayers.

"Absolutely," Gloria said without hesitation. Now it was time for Toni to take the plunge.

"Chloe Pieper is using the threat of my academic career to make Uncle Xavier perform sexual favors," Toni winced.

"I believe you. How can I help him?" Gloria replied.

"Why are you doing this?" Toni asked.

"I care about your uncle deeply," Gloria responded.

"Does he know?" Toni inquired. This was important to her.

"Yes. I'm absolutely sure he knows," Gloria informed her. The strength of her reply left Toni with little doubt. She'd have to figure a way to double check with Xavier without tipping him off. "Do you have a plan?"

"Nope; I have a few recordings of conversations they've had, but none of it is damning. Plenty of students want to see her taken down a peg, but we don't know what to do," Toni confided.

"Can I come over and talk about it with you. This is the real reason I called Xavier in today, so I might talk to you," Gloria returned the courtesy of the truth.

"Maybe you had better," Toni responded. She wanted to meet this possible ally face to face.

"Well Toni, while I'm on the way, why don't you think of things she values. She's taken things from us; I suggest we return the favor," Gloria spoke with some anger.

"Do you need directions?" Toni asked.

"No, I've been to your home before," Gloria informed her.

"When?" Toni wondered. She'd never met the woman. Why in the hell ...

"As I said, your uncle and I care for each other very deeply," Gloria told her. To Toni that meant either this woman was terminally nosy ... or Chloe had taken Gloria's lover. Sweet!