Nik walked through the doors of his home, tossed his bag in the corner, and proceeded to relax on the couch. The game was on and he half watched it as he shifted around, trying to find a comfortable spot from the pain of the knife wound. It dulled down but was still throbbing.
"Fuck, this is going to make teaching tomorrow annoying."
He didn't have to go. People wouldn't blame him for taking time off after getting stabbed but he wanted to make a point, a statement to the students. Don't fuck with him. Nik wanted to see their faces when he strolled into the class. Most of them probably would be thinking the white guy is going to split after getting sliced up, that he was a weakling in the hood. Nik was going to show them who the real HNIC was...or HCIC.
An hour later, while absent mindedly watching the end of the game, Michelle walked through the door with a couple bags filled to the brim with food.
"There is my hero. I've got a feast for us, Massa!" she commented brightly.
"That's...a lot of food," he mentioned, surprised. "Lots of leftovers."
"I've got to fill you up and make you stronger, Massa. I want you back at 100% and lifting heavy as soon as possible. Next time a thug decides to pull a knife, just the look of you is going to cower him."
Over a dozen dishes lined the small table and surrounding floor. Nik noticed the name on the side of the dishes, smiling at the thoughtful surprise.
"It is really kind of you to get me takeout from there. I've always wanted to go."
"I know. All put on the platinum card."
"Won't hubby question it?"
"Remember, Massa, he doesn't care much what I spend my allowance on. He never complained in the past."
"You're too cheerful for just taking care of me. Did something else happen?" Nik asked.
He was a master of noticing people's actions, knowing when something they did was normal and out of the ordinary. Michelle was always happy to be with him but the extra pep in her voice, rather than it being concern, made him wonder what happened to cause such a reaction to his situation.
"Well...I'm finally able to answer the million dollar question you asked me before. Why does my hubby never want to fuck me."
"And?"
Michelle took out her phone, put the volume to max, and showed off her findings in all its glory.
"Huh, that definitely would explain it."
Putting the phone aside, the ebony vixen grabbed one of the takeout boxes before motioning Nik over.
"Come rest your head on my lap, Massa. I'll feed you like a hero deserves," she said with a wink.
It didn't take asking twice for Nik to shimmy over and enjoy kingly treatment. A guy could get used to this, especially if Valerie and Gale were around too. Yes, thoughts of Gale kept popping up in his mind. The whole act she put on got to him, turned him on a lot. If he wasn't in this Master/slave relationship he'd put the Asian storm out of mind. It was the very fact he could create a perfect harem that made the thought of adding the supposed loon an intriguing factor.
Michelle stayed the night taking care of her Massa. To prevent the wound from reopening, they had to evoke softer, more casual fondling and nursing. It was kinky, motherly, as the buxom ebony beauty opened up her top to allow Nik to suckle away greedily. She had no milk to give but that did not stop eager lips from trying desperately.
Her fingers caressed hard muscles that popped out even when at rest, and sensually slid along the ridges of his abs. Just the touch of Massa's perfect body made love juices flow, made her bite a sexy lip, and made her just want to be used like a good girl should. Michelle knew that the moment those wounds healed 100%, she'd be bent over this couch and gaped open wide. Thoughts of that day infiltrated her dreams as he slept cradled in her loving arms.
X
The next day they arrived separately at school as if nothing had happened. They all agreed to try and keep the hanky panky to a minimum while at school so no one would think something was going on. Students looked at Mr. Knight in a mixture of awe and hatred. Some respected the man for what he did and by showing up the next day. Others, who were aligned with the thug, gossiped amongst themselves about what they should do next.
What was definite was the classroom became quieter when the white teacher spoke. Not so much respectful, but he earned some cred that they at least listened for longer than a few seconds.
"Hey Mistah Cracka-man, how was a taste of the hospital," the Goth girl asked.
"It was good. In and out, no problems. Thanks for showing concern."
"I wasn't concerned, I was just wondering if we'd be getting some free days."
"It'll take more than a poke in the ribs to keep me away from class. Besides, you kids would get bored not having a cracker to racially abuse," he said in a joking manner.
The whole morning was one of deflection and acceptance. He was the enemy, the minority, the intruder in their ghetto jungle. Everything he represented, from color to legitimate success, was demonized by the majority. It was a culture war, one being fought by his black colleagues as well.
At lunch, Nik sat back in his chair and looked over the latest set of practice tests to judge how much these kids knew about U.S. history. Five minutes of marking...four of them used on one student. He wanted to be surprised at the results but it was the logical outcome from how the school acted. What did surprise him was the Goth girl got the higher score. Maybe the ignorant act was just that, an act.
Before Nik had the opportunity to muse the situation further, a couple knocks on the door pulled his attention away. Two girls, both 18 and seniors, strolled into the room half-dressed. Heavy makeup covered their face, hair styled in weave and cornrows, and their tits basically asked to spill out of their barely fitted tops.
"Hey Mr. Knight, we got something important to talk to you."
"Yeah, sure, what can I do to help you girls?"
"We need a pimp," they said in unison.
Nik was flabbergasted. That was definitely not something he expected to come out of their mouths to him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm not a pimp, I'm just a teacher."
"Come on, teach, we heard how you took out Jimmy Jack. No one fucked with him in this school."
"Seriously, I don't have time for games, girls. Is this a trick? Do you have someone with a camera outside the door filming all this?"
"No way, teach. You can look for yourself."
Getting up, Nik did just that. No one was around, and the girls didn't have any cameras in their hands.
"Why would you want me? I'm not a pimp. I teach history, not beatdowns."
"No one is going to fuck around with you in school after you took care of Jimmy Jack so easily. It makes us hot thinking about it. All we've got is our body, teach. We're not brain surgeons. A lot of horny, 18 year olds here that would pay good cash to rail our ass."
The two girls changed who was speaking each reply. They obviously were of the same mindset. Nik shrugged and rubbed his face in disbelief. Pimping out high school seniors, great way to get fired, not to mention his bitches getting in his face about it.
Nik shook his head no.
"I'm not a pimp. I'm not going to take you up on the offer. Sorry girls, you'll have to find someone else. I'll keep this secret between the three of us and won't bring it to the attention of the principal. Get out of here so I can get something to eat."
The two students looked a bit heartbroken but nodded and scampered off. A few minutes later they opened the door to one of the girl's washrooms. Inside a gang of girls hung out. One of them sat on the tops of the sink, a switchblade in her hand.
"How did it go?" the leader said.
"He didn't go for the plan, Suzanna. Honkytonk ain't into pimping."
"Maybe, or maybe it is cause you're a nigger and he is only into pimping out white things."
"Nah, Suzy, Honkytonk ain't a cuck. I've got a sixth sense about that. Sis and I have been around the block enough times to know when whitey likes chocolate brothers doing their women and he ain't one."
Suzy exhaled in frustration.
"Why do you care so much? I thought you'd be happy?"
Suzy gave the two girls a glare that would melt the Antarctic. Both girls got the hint and ran off for a lunch time appointment. A different girl came in, jizz running down her face as she handed off a wad of bills.
"We can't afford to be without a pimp for much longer, Suzy," a more homely looking girl chimed up. "Now that Jimmy Jack got cracked, the school is going to change."
It was obvious she was the money counter of the operation, not just because of her plain looks but because she could count. A lock box rested at her feet inside the toilet stall.
"I know, I know. Stupid nigger had to go and get pissed at a stupid game of basketball. Everything was going well. All the factions finally called a truce and now the territory we carved out for ourselves is going to get taken from us."
