"We're currently at our budgetary capacity for the month. I cannot afford any other field trips or purchase orders for the next couple months. Look, I know we need new text books but we will just have to make due," Valerie spoke into the phone. "If there is no money, there is no money. I am not a leprechaun with a pot of gold I can dig into. I'll do my best to put you at the top of the list. You're welcome."
The last two words came out harsh and sarcastic. Valerie could only toss her phone on the desk and sink back onto her chair. Another teacher wanted to order new supplies but a sudden budget cut had her funds on red alert.
"Fucking jackass of a director cutting my funding like this all of a sudden. What kind of bullshit is this?" she spat to herself.
Her fingers reached up and rubbed her temples to help relieve the stress. The board had promised an increase in the school budget if their attendance quotas were met for the month. Surprisingly, somehow they barely passed with a couple percentage points to spare. Nik's legal troubles did not put any dents in the results. Now, suddenly, after that call from the superintendent, her funds were mysteriously drying up.
"Hey, Miss Weiss, got a free minute?" Nik asked from the doorway.
Valerie did not hear the door open. Stuck on auto-pilot, she waved him inside, head in her arms as she felt so tired.
"Rough day?" he asked, taking a seat on one of the worn out chairs.
"You do not know the half of it. Aside from the usual bullshit, I just got told my budget was cut an hour ago. I also have some bad news for you. That second soccer tournament..."
"Invitational"
"Whatever, you and Michelle will have to pay your own hotels now. Budget cannot handle it," Valerie sighed.
"I think Michelle can afford it, and I'm sure I can convince her to pay for me," Nik laughed, trying to make it a joke.
"I wish I could be as carefree as you, Massa," Valerie sighed again. "You're not a bit upset? What if Michelle was not your bitch?"
Nik shrugged.
"Nothing I can do about it. We work in public education. This is to be expected from a ghetto school. We just need to adapt and overcome it, Val. Besides, you look like you're upset for the three of us."
"I'm too tired to be upset right now, otherwise I'd be a bastion of rage. I already played my angry black woman card earlier with the Superintendent. Not a single applicant worth hiring for the vacant VP job either."
"They cannot be that bad, can they?" Nik asked, surprised at the recruitment results.
Head still in her arms, Valerie simply raised one hand and pointed at a pile of file folders.
Nik grabbed one of the folders, opening up to read one of the resumes.
"There is a typo on the first page...the first line."
"Yep..."
"This person never spent longer than 3 months at any school."
"Uh-huh..."
"And he is only a TA."
"I'll let you fuck me every day if you take the job," Valerie sighed...again.
"I already fuck you every day."
"You're hired."
"Are they all this bad?" Nik chuckled at Valerie's joke while thumbing through other resumes. "This one cannot be that bad. See, five years as vice-principal at another school."
"It is in the middle of the harbor."
"I guess I could help pick up some of the slack," Nik began to say.
"Don't, Massa, I was only joking."
"That is not what I'm talking about," he replied, standing up.
Walking behind Valerie, she kept her eyes locked on him, wondering what he had in mind.
"Just relax and let Massa take care of your stress."
Nik leaned over and sunk both hands into her shoulders, digging his experienced fingers in deep. They dug right through the wine colored dress shirt's material, immediately drawing a pleasurable moan from Valerie.
"That feels divine, Massa."
Skilled fingertips delved deep into the tissue, trying to weed out the stress and knots, wanting to make those pleasurable moans get louder, knowing all the stress melted away. Nik had a lot of experience with massages from his past life. Thankfully, he could put that experience to use on a woman he cared about rather than just for a paycheck.
"A little harder, Massa, right there. That is the sweet spot."
Nik smiled, doing as she asked. The flat part of his thumb kneaded the selected spot.
"This feels divine. I forgot how good you were with your hands. I need this right now," she purred out, feeling her muscles loosen up and her body begin to relax.
"Massa knows how to take care of his girl," he replied, working on the sweet spot. "You're not a slave, after all. I cannot have fun fucking the boss if you're under my thumb all the time."
"You keep buttering me up. Don't tell me you have some kind of request you know I'm going to turn down?"
"Nah, not unless you think me eating out your pussy is something you'd reject?"
"That sounds better than the massage. I have not felt your tongue deep inside my pussy in what feels like forever."
"It is the job, all that stress is making you forgetful," Nik laughed.
"Right there, right there, push in deeper, baby," Valerie told him.
Nik continued taking instructions, finding the sweet spots on her shoulders. He could feel the tension ease away from her body, as well as in the atmosphere. Hearing her moan in pleasure started to get his overactive cock rumbling to life, a fact not lost on Valerie as it began pressing against her body.
"Massa is a dirty boy, getting all hard from giving a massage. Or is this one of your secret massage techniques?" she cooed.
"You always make me hard, my black beauty," he replied. "I could spend an entire day staring into your beautiful face and it'd be a day well spent."
Leaning in closer, he began lightly kissing her neckline, teasing her skin with soft, sensual pecks.
"I should be the one doing this to you, Massa, I am the bitch after all," she cooed out, feeling a little guilty at being pampered like a princess.
"Shhhh, maybe I'm feeling in a good mood to pamper my bitch."
After a minute of sensual kisses, Nik finally broke the massage. Valerie's mind felt on cloud nine, with every kink and sore from her upper body melted away.
"Bend over the desk for me. I want to see your hot body posed properly for what I'm about to do next."
Valerie did not say a word, feeling too good. Her body moved on muscle memory. When Massa said move, she moved. Bent over the table, she struck a hot, cover girl pose, flicking her long hair back to gaze at her man with 'fuck me' eyes. The ruby red lipstick contrasted erotically against her dark skin. Nik intended to fuck her, just not the way she expected.
Both hands rubbed her firm ass, eliciting more moans from the busty principal. Slowly, teasing her skin, he lifted up the hot, wine colored skirt, allowing the fabric to smoothly slide all the way up to her ass.
"I told you but I do not think you believed me when I said it. I'm going to eat you out. I want to taste your chocolate honey, stick my tongue deep into your needy pussy, and make you orgasm all over my face. Call it a thank you for taking care of me and you know what I'm talking about."
It took a moment to pierce the glazed brain but she understood just what he meant.
"You're my man, it was nothing. Any self-respecting woman would do that for her boy...Massa."
Before Valerie could contemplate her slip of the tongue, a different tongue slipped inside her moist love canal.
"Ugh...that tongue, no deeper or I'm going to climax immediately," she admitted, gripping onto the desk as best she could.
Nik knew exactly where her sweet spot was located. No need to play around the edges and work her up, the massage had completed that goal. Now his tongue flicked inside, pushing through her pussy lips, to taste the sweet honey.
Every girl had a different sweet spot he learned from his years in porn, and always wanting to be a master of his craft, he worked hard finding those spots with each woman he had slept with. Both hands held onto her hips, keeping his black bitch in place so he could nestle into a comfortable position and eat her out.
