"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?"