Scandal: Crossing Boundaries (Scandal Series #1 INTERRACIAL ROMANCE) (2 page)

In the office, Keisha settled down in a cushioned seat across from the older man, trying not to look too anxious.

Demarion dug into his lunch bag, pulling out a shiny, red apple. Picking it up, he bit into it, the crunch sound assaulting Keisha's ears. After a moment of chewing he said, "I looked over some recent reports on the students enrolled in your math program. I'm sad to say that none of their GPAS have risen. In fact, some have gotten worse."

So this is what this is about.

Leaning forward, Keisha said imploringly, "Mr. King, please let me explain. The children come into my classes with the worst of attitudes. I try to do my best with them and help the best I can...and since I am not allowed to really discipline them, I don't see how their attitudes can improve. But that is not even the beginning to the root of the problem. I truly believe that it all starts at home. Until our people can do better by themselves and their children, I don't know how it can get any better."

Nodding his head nonchalantly while he chewed, Demarion murmured, "I see. Well, you know we can't let the report go out as it is. It's bad enough that most of the Cook County is falling behind in every area in comparison to the 'good side' of our city."

Frowning and sitting back into her seat, Keisha said, "With all due respect Mr. King, I don't know if I'm comfortable with what you're suggesting."

He was quick to shoot back. "And the school board is not going to be comfortable with the GPA average that is coming out of your classroom either." Placing his chewed apple down on his desk, he pressed his hands together. "But I can easily fix the problem for you...provided that you are willing to go the extra...mile." The gaze he shot her way was very direct.

Is this motha fucka for real?

It was all Keisha could do to keep her jaw from dropping to the floor. While she knew Demarion was a constant flirt with the nearly-all-female faculty members, she'd never have expected a man of his position to go this far.

Glancing unsteadily at his wedding ring, and the picture frame of the happy family on his desk, Keisha asked, "Can you clarify what you just said Mr. King?"

Because surely, I did not just hear that.

Demarion slowly rolled his seat near the window and reached behind himself, pulling the blinds closed. Then he glanced down at his expensive dress slacks, calmly waiting with expectation.

Anger flared up into Keisha's chest when she realized that this wasn't just a joke or a crazy dream. Who did this high-water nigga think she was? He must have had her twisted if he thought for one minute she'd give him head so that he would hide her students grades to make himself and the school look good.

Not to mention his wife and kids. He ought to be ashamed of his damn self.

Maybe ten years ago, a low self-esteem Keisha, fresh out of high school, might have fallen for such a trap, but not the Keisha of today. No M'am.

Besides
, Keisha thought angrily.
I got a man with a good job whose about to be making more than this uppity nigga right here. I don't got to deal with this bullshit.

After two years, she was tired of it...tired of it all. This was just the icing on the cake.

Jumping to her feet, Keisha angrily snapped, "You can keep that damn report and get ready to find a new math teacher." All sign of her proper speaking voice had vanished.

Sensing her fury and the fact she wasn't going to fall for his demand, Demarion held up his hand defensively, "Now hold on just a minute Miss Johnson—"

Smacking a palm sharply against his oak wood desk, Keisha cut in, "No you hold on a minute, nigga! It's Mrs. Johnson, not miss. You forgot I was married? Because apparently, you forgot that yo ass was!" It felt good to finally cut loose for once, say what she felt.

"Now you just being unfair," Demarion protested. He looked worried now, probably thinking that she was going to file some sort of sexual harassment lawsuit.

And I just might, shit.

But Keisha had nothing else to say to the lecherous man, "I'll be sending in my resignation papers as soon as possible, and you, those messy, hatin ass, poor excuses for teachers AND them bad ass kids, can all kiss my ass! And as of right now, I'm out of this raggedy ass motha fucka!"

Spinning around and ignoring Demarion's protests, she snatched open the office door...and was nearly bowled over by Shandi and Janelle who had been leaning against the office entrance, listening outside.

Sidestepping the eavesdropping teachers and moving out into the hallway, Keisha haughtily tossed her hair in their faces, throwing a yell over her shoulder, "And every inch of hair on my damn head is real, you jealous ass bitches!"

When she walked out the front doors and down the steps, she left the school with an immense feeling of liberation coursing through her body and a dreamy smile upon her face.

"S
uck that big dick, gurl," Davonte moaned, rubbing his hand through Maria's dark hair, guiding her head in the right directions. The sounds of slurping filled the bedroom while the wet mouth went back and forth over the hard dick that was sticking out of black-silk boxers. "Take all that shit."

In the background, the sounds of his two children could be heard while they excitedly played a video game together in the living room, having not a care or a clue where their daddy or their babysitter was at.

Maria took his big black dick all the way down to the back of her throat, her tongue lapping at his ball sack like a hungry kitten licking up milk when she reached the end of the shaft.

Davonte was impressed. The young Hispanic babysitter could take dick like no other. Davonte's wife couldn't even get it down half-way past the shaft without gagging, which was a damn shame.

Groaning with intense pleasure, feeling his throbbing head hit the back of her throat, Davonte whispered hoarsely, "I'm gonna bust a nut soon if you keep doin that shit."

Down on her knees, Maria looked up at him, her brown eyes blazing with the challenge. She began picking up speed, her head bobbing back and forth along his shaft. Each time she went down, she took his dick all the way until his balls slapped against her chin.

She continued this for a moment, appearing to enjoy the beating his nuts were giving her as she gobbled down his thick cock with long streams of spit hanging out of the side of her mouth. Then, with delicate care, she took his balls in one hand and began massaging them while stroking his shaft with the other hand as she continued to suck and slurp.

A fire began to slowly burn the insides of Davonte's stomach, making him feel weak in the knees.

The bitch knew she was trying him...but it felt so damn good.

Faster and faster she went, and all the while, she continued to look up into his eyes with that same challenge, daring him to hold back against her relentless onslaught.

The slurping sounds in his ears, her expert stroking and sucking, and her direct, penetrating gaze was becoming too much for the young man to take as the fire within his stomach roiled into a raging inferno.

He could feel his dick rapidly swelling to its maximum hardness accompanied by prickling sensations all over his skin.

He was a goner.

"Motha fucka!" he half-yelled, his seed blasting into Maria's mouth like a powerful jet stream, his toes curling towards the ceiling while his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

Not cum shy, Maria went all the way down on his shaft as his dick continued to contract inside her mouth, discharging thick, creamy shots down her throat. Small choking sounds escaped Maria's lips while she struggled to keep his tangy load down, but the bitch was stubborn, and wasn't about to let any of his juice go to waste.

Throwing his head back, Davonte shuddered, enjoying the incredible release. When it was all over, he let out a contented sigh, falling back onto the bed and causing it to creak loudly. "Damn gurl...you good as hell at that shit."

Grimacing and letting out a loud hiccup, Maria wiped at her mouth and climbed to her feet, plopping down beside Davonte on the king-sized bed. The girl looked like she lamented the fact that the fun was over as she watched his fat dick shrink.

Damn, she was cock hungry.

Davonte's wife sure in the hell wasn't, though. Every time he asked her to give him head, she acted as if it was so disgusting or like she couldn't be bothered. It hadn't always been that way though, just lately.

Becoming a working woman had changed her.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it so much," Maria said with her faint Hispanic accent. She pulled up her tank top and bra over her medium-sized titties. They had been pulled down by Davonte so he could fondle them while she was on her knees. "I hope that means you'll pay me extra." She gave him a gentle slap on his boxers, dangerously close to his drained balls.

"Girl, don't even trip," Davonte assured her, "you deserve a double raise with how you swallow a dick, God damn."

Maria's next words were cut off by the sound of the garage door being remotely opened.

"Shit!" Davonte cursed, jumping out of the bed like black lightning. "What the fuck is her ass doing home at this time?"

But there was no time to figure that out.

His eyes darting around the room, he hastily stuffed his half-limp dick back into his boxers, pulling the exit slit together. Then he rushed over and picked up his jeans off the bedroom floor, urgently telling Maria while he stumbled into them, "Get yo ass out there with them damn kids quick!"

K
eisha climbed out of her black Lexus with two bags filled with hot food from Wendy's, her stomach growling at the delicious smell. On her way back home she had stopped to get burgers and fries for herself, her kids and her babysitter Maria. She had no clue if they had eaten yet, but if they hadn't, they would be in for a treat.

But she was puzzled.

Her husband's car had been positioned inside their garage lopsided, forcing her to park her car out in their driveway. When she had gotten up that morning for work, she could have sworn Davonte had left off to his job, saying he'd be back at five-thirty. As far as she knew, he did not come home from lunch breaks.

Maybe he's sick and taking the rest of the day out,
she thought with a shrug. It had happened before in the past.

"Hey Keisha!"

Turning her head, her eyes took in her nosy neighbor Holly White, who was holding a water hose, watering down her lush, green yard. Dressed in white jeans and a blue top, the blonde woman looked like the typical soccer mom with a fake sun tan.

Living in Mayberry, an affluent suburb on the good side of Chicago that was made up of the well-to-do or wealthy, Keisha and Davonte had mostly white neighbors. Every house on the block was two-story houses, including the Johnson's.

But the White home had many add-ons, with a large backyard, a lavish pool and mini playground.

Holly was married to a CEO of a tire company and did not work, staying at home all day to watch her young children. That meant she had all the time in the world to watch the neighborhood and get the low down on all the going ons.

Now having quit her job and with her husband's salary being increased, maybe Keisha would get to do the same thing, sit at home all day and enjoy her children, instead of paying a babysitter-maid to watch them.

The thought made her feel fuzzy inside.

"Hey there Mrs. White," Keisha replied politely, making sure her voice sounded extra proper.

"What are you doing home at this time?" the nosy woman asked, watering some roses on the outskirts of her yard, eyeing Keisha's Wendy bags. "Stopping in for lunch?"

None of your damn business
, Keisha thought.

But despite her annoyance at the woman's nosiness, Keisha felt extra talkative for a change. She was happy. She was free.

A smile spreading across her face, Keisha proclaimed proudly, "I quit my job."

Keisha would have thought she had just said 'that she robbed a bank' with the way Holly's oompa-loompa tanned face turned white.

"What? Why?" the woman asked after a moment of being frozen.

Keisha shrugged her shoulders, repositioning the bags of food in her arms. "I was tired of working there, added on to the disrespect by the students and the faculty members."

Not to mention Demarion's old, nasty ass.

"Well, working on the south side I can understand that," Holly said after a moment. "Your people aren't too big on proper manners... or respect."

My people? Bitch please.

But Keisha wasn't about to let Holly's ignorance bother her. The bitch was mad that Keisha wouldn't be going to work and that was good enough. Though, why she was bothered in the first place, Keisha had no idea.

She could even remember how the Whites had reacted with their over the top anxiety when the Johnsons first moved in next to them. Their reaction would have been absolutely hilarious if it wasn't so damn pathetic.

Luckily for Keisha and her husband, the Whites had eventually warmed to them after they saw the two were a hard working couple. That's not to say Keisha actually gave a damn what the two thought, she would have just preferred to keep the peace.

Seeking to change the subject so that she would not have to jump over into the White's lawn and slap a bitch, Keisha asked, "Did you see when Davonte came back in?"

The woman's tan-worn face creased into a frown while she thought about it and then she shook her head. "I don't know. I just put the kids to bed for a little nap not too long ago." Then she refocused her gaze on Keisha's face, her expression serious. "But you are going to get another job aren't you?" It was sad how much hope was in the woman's voice.

Bitch, why you worried about it?

Smiling sweetly, Keisha replied, "I don't know. Maybe I'll sit at home and relax for a little bit, spend time with my babies."

The look of panic that crossed Holly's face almost sent Keisha off into gales of laughter.

Before the woman could say anything else, Keisha quickly blurted, "Anyway I got to go inside before my food gets cold. Talk to you later." Then she turned her back on the woman, leaving Holly staring off into space.