I Hate My Boss: Volume I: The Masquerade

Mitchell

Saturday came around. He was happy that staff turned out. He heard the names they called him and the choice words. Yes, he was a jackass. But he wanted results. He needed the government to keep their funding. This school served the town of Shadon Valley well. And the majority the district serves was poor and median income. He need this kids now to have a good shot of getting quality education to at least graduate from high school. He want this for the Minority. The school board wanted funding in their pockets. Yes some of them were his friends and colleagues and some were his enemies, but he knew that if they could get enough money for their nice homes and fancy cars, who credit whether little Malik knew his alphabet. Cause they knew that little Justin knew his. And that's the fucked up politics. Even his own kind. They wanted there pockets lined and they felt it wasn't their responsibility if their own people didn't get the opportunity to succeed. Not their problem, as long as their kids getting a quality education in private schools it's all good. They wanted to party and take trips every year. To them they were bottom of the barrel blacks. They chose the way they lived.
Yeah, and he might have fucked a few of their wives. He guessed he have danced with the Devil plenty of nights in the pale moonlight.
What can he say. He loved sex. Since Nigel and Denise Waring introduced him to the world of unbridled decadence, he was hooked. No commitments and an endless variety of pussy. Old, Young, Middle-aged all willing and ready.
And he got off that they wanted to watch him plow their wives out. And even offer to pay. He pulled his Brooks Brothers jacket close to him. He didn't had to brag about his sexual prowess. He loved women. Or was it pussy? He had to be careful not to attract the crazies but he made sure that he satisfied. So what the extra income afford him his designer suits and expensive shoes.
He wasn't like this. It took three marriages to the most ungrateful women in the world. He gave Joselyn the benefit of the doubt, she gave birth to their son Samuel, who is now estranged. She turned him against him. Last time Samuel, was going to college. Joselyn couldn't seem to forgive him for cheating on her with one of her friends. It was really the both of them adding other people on to their already rocky marriage.
"Williams..." called out Wilder. There was Skip Wilder. One of his low key enemies. He knew Wilder was a little racist. He did not like the fact that a black man was over him. He was the one complaining about Saturday tutoring. He greeted him with a wave. He heard that Wilder had a reputation as a drunk and had a penchant for teenage girls. He was known to have teenage girls hanging out on the baseball field because he also coached Varsity. He seen his wife at one of the games. She seem long suffering and unhappy. She would hover by his side while he ignored her.
She walked in. Mitchell breathed deeply as he took in her presence. She was breathtaking in her yellow sundress. Ny' Asia. Not a common name. She smiled as she greeted Ms. Locke, a woman around his age and one of the third grade teachers. It was something about her. She wasn't thin like his last wife. She had curves. He wanted to slid his hands over them. What was her bra size? 32c or d? He could see himself scooping them together and suckling the nipples. They look huge. And I bet she is so juicy......
"Mr Williams, can I speak with you a minute?" ask Mr. Dade. Dadephindi was from India. Everyone called him Dade for short.
"Sure..." Mitchell agreed. Damn...I can't have a daydream.
He was discussing putting in grades. And Mitchell didn't understand what he was saying.
But he was paying attention to Ny'Asia. She was walking toward some students and their parents.
He had to get her to herself. He wanted to ask her for a date. No...a date. He didn't date. He wanted to get between those thick creamy thighs. Chocolaty thighs. He never had dark chocolate before he thought. She had pretty hair she wore in a high puffy ball this time not in braids. He liked the braids too.
She end her conversation and was heading towards the hallway to her class. Here's a chance.
"Hey, Dade can we finish this later?" He asked shaking his hand and giving his shoulder a pat. Dade gave a little laugh when he saw the direction he was heading for. He heard rumors of him being a Manwhore whatever that meant.
"Ms. Anderson, thank you for coming today..." he greeted her enthusiastically.
"Yes, Mr. Williams." She smiled. He was stunned by her loveliness. She was just pure. He felt no chaos coming from her aura. She seem so.....agreeable.