The daylight sun broke the serene dream. An orgy of fit, firm, female bodies wrapped all over the young, virile white man. Black and yellow lips sucking, licking, caressing all over his muscular, dominant physique. It was only half a dream though as two of the women have already done the duty on multiple times. The third girl? Despite the crazy act, Nik was caught up dreaming about the Asian gym owner, literally.
It was the first day of classes that came and hit the teacher like a blunt hammer. Of course hammers are blunt but it is the openness of what Michelle, Valerie and even the other black staff warned him about. He was the enemy, a white face in a sea of blackness. The only person who stood out through race was a lighter-skinned Goth girl who had to be mixed race. Everyone else looked like a normal mix of high school students: cheerleaders and jocks, nerds and otakus, fat and thin. The same could be said about their ability to listen to authority.
"Good morning class. I'm your new history teacher, Mr. Knight. I'm sure we'll all have a fun year if we do our best."
It was a corny opener but he figured it was best to go with corny than crack the whip at the start. Learn the lay of the land first before sending in the heavy guns.
"What kind of history are you going to teach us, Mistah Cracka-man," the Goth girl said in a mocking tone. "How your mom gets ganged by black guys for free?"
It was a rough crowd but Nik kept his composure. Everyone laughed at the racial remark, as well as the jocks high fiving the comment.
"This country's history is what I'll be teaching you. And if you're going to talk shit like that, your mom must have lots of experience in that capacity as well," he replied sternly, staring down the girl.
She didn't waver, staring right back for a solid moment without a reply. First day, first class, first minute, and Nik was in a psychological battle with a student. Neither broke eye contact until someone else throwing a paper ball called Nik's attention away, a draw to start the battle over control of the classroom.
The following class was no better, or the third, leaving Nik in an exhausted state leading into lunch. Walking into the staff room, a once vigorous body plopped on an open chair in embarrassment.
"Rough day, huh?" one of the teachers said.
"Yeah, should have expected it but it was worse than I thought."
"Any fights break out? Someone pull a knife?" Mrs. Latrell asked.
"Nope, just a lot of noise, a lot of ignoring, and a lot of cracker...sorry, cracka comments."
"Last year the new guy had to handle two students shiving another. Gang stuff. It's a good first day for you so far. I told you the other day, Mr. Knight, if you can get them to find London on a map it is a victory."
Nik shrugged as he opened up his lunch. Valerie had prepared it for him as a combination apology for not being around during the week, and romantic gesture for her man. It might have only been a simple sandwich but it was the thought that counted.
"You know, there is a betting pool on you," Mr. Léger said. "The most optimistic gives you two weeks."
"And the most pessimistic?" Nik asked before taking a bite.
"End of today...not looking good so far is it?"
The comment stung. Yes, the morning was hard, but he was not going to turn and run. This betting pool only hardened his resolve.
"Not going to happen. I'll survive that pool."
"We heard it all before," he said, shrugging.
Michelle walked in, heels clicking, and took her seat next to Nik.
"My, Mr. Knight, you look beat. First day that hard for you?"
Before he could answer, Mr. Léger interrupted. "Now if you looked like Mrs. Jackson here, maybe you'd be able to handle the year easier...or you might end up like the teacher from years ago."
"Huh? Way too much info at one time. What happened two years ago?" Nik asked in shock.
"One of the female teachers became the school bicycle if you get my drift. Shame, really. We don't get a lot of young, black female teachers. Guess the temptation was too much for her."
"Am I sitting here looking like an old hag," Michelle commented with a huff.
"You're married, but don't forget for a moment the boys don't look at you," Mr. Léger replied. Picking up his garbage, the man walked off. "For the record, I've got you at a week before bolting."
The lunch went by quickly, too quickly, as Nik had to bow out early to go change. The afternoons were all gym periods. At the very least this should have been an easier time, and it was for about five minutes. The teacher figured an easy game of basketball would make the class go by smoothly, flatten out the wrinkles from earlier as some of the same students in his history class were also in his gym class.
What he got was a trip to the emergency room. A bad block by a member of the basketball team led to another student getting a smack to the face. In turn a scuffle broke out, a knife was drawn out of nowhere, and Nik now had a long gash on his stomach from trying to disarm the student. After the cops arrived...they were on speed dial...he was in the back of an ambulance to the nearest hospital.
X
"Great first day...I've got a new nickname and I've been stabbed...guess Mrs. Latrell was an hour early in her belief it'd be a good day..." Nik commented to himself in the hospital examination room.
If there was a perk of getting stabbed it was his rep went up. He could see the looks on some of the student's faces that he was not just some showpiece, some affirmative-action hire. Despite the wound, the student was subdued single handedly and held down until the cops showed up. This was the jungle, the law of the jungle, and this crazy situation made a point of who was going to be the new king.
Another benefit was seeing the look of concern on the faces of Michelle and Valerie. The other teachers poked their heads out in an act of boredom as this was not a rare situation. But he could see his two bitches wanted to say something more than a standard 'are you okay'.
"I want to be with you right now, Massa," Michelle sent with a teary emoticon.
"I knew you were a bull, taking care of that thug so easily," Valerie posted with a wink.
This was all in a group chat room Michelle setup for them right after the incident.
"How would you enjoy two hot nurses taking care of your wounds, hero?" Michelle teased him.
"I'd enjoy it very much if you two were the nurses. How is everything at school?"
"Valerie is stuck in a meeting with the cops, and all the students were sent home early out of procedure. It happens a lot, Massa. You'll have a meeting with them as well when you're done at the hospital."
"I'm lucky I didn't get stabbed fully. He was stronger than he looked and flailed that knife around like a machete."
"You're the school's white knight, saving all those students. They better be grateful. I know if I was 18 again, I'd show you how thankful I'd be."
As Nik texted away, the doctor finally arrived for the examination.
"Got to go, babe. Doctor arrived."
She was gorgeous. The long, white doctor's jacket floated over the biggest rack he saw. Brown skin teased the contrast of colors, and a pair of slender glasses gave off a sultry vixen mystique. It was obvious the woman was of Indian decent, especially the moment she talked. The accent just drove the virile man wild.
"Mr. Knight is it?" she asked, smiling politely.
Sitting down next to him on the chair, legs crossed to show off a bare thigh, male biology took over as a tent began to form in Nik's pants.
"That's me, Dr...Dr?"
