Grading the Family Ch. 03

*Friends will save you; True Friends will save you from yourself *

Getting Xavier's phone was pathetically easy. After his morning run, he spent thirty minutes in the home gym. It was his routine every day. While he kept the phone close by, he didn't always keep in the same room. All Toni had to do was scroll through the calls of the past few days. Only one set of calls were at all strange. He had been in contact with Ms. Pieper several times. He called her right before his date on Friday night. Toni was trying to understand what kind of trouble she must be in for him to take time from his date to talk with the Hag.

Needless to say the next day when she heard that Ms. Chloe Pieper had been replaced by an actual human being it was shocking to not only Toni, but the entire student body. Someone even thought she had a hickey. Everyone speculated what kind of desperate fool would resort to dating the sentient version of rope burn.

When Toni walked into the class and sat down, Ms. Pieper looked up at her saying, "Hello Toni," but the expected verbal beat-down didn't follow. Ms. Pieper went back to her work without further comment. Toni's jaw dropped. When several classmates looked at her for an explanation she could only shrug helplessly.

When class ended Ms. Pieper asked her to stay for a moment -- asked not ordered.

"Ms. Walker, how is your home situation working out? After my talk with your uncle I want to keep in touch and make sure things are going well for you," Ms. Pieper asked.

"Things are going ... well Ms. Pieper. He's taking extra care with me. This weekend he helped me work on prepping on my midterm projects," she informed her teacher.

"Well," she smiled in a way that Toni found creepy, "let Xavier know I'm keeping tabs on you."

"Yes ma'am," Toni agreed. Xavier? What the hell was she doing calling her uncle by his first name?

"And Ms. Walker, feel free to call me Chloe."

"Yes ... Chloe," Toni gulped.

"Hurry to your next class Toni. We don't want you to be late." Toni fled from the room. She didn't know what to make of that conversation. Wasn't she already in contact with Uncle Xavier? Back in the classroom, Chloe reveled in the doubt and confusion she'd sown.

At the bank Gloria took a few minutes to go over Xavier's work. Outwardly, everything was up to his impeccable standards, but inwardly she could tell he was disillusioned. He'd loved to come to work, he'd love to work for her and under her, and now something or someone had taken that away.

The thing was she couldn't understand what weakness he had. He didn't drink, gamble, or do drugs. She was pretty sure he'd only dated her. That didn't leave many options. She felt compelled to ask around. She knew some people in law enforcement. If he was in trouble, she needed to know about it -- for the bank, of course.

"Gloria, you asked to see me?" Xavier said after he knocked on her door.

"Sure Xavier; how are those Nikkei numbers?" she asked.

"We are looking at a three percent increase over this week alone," he informed her. She had to smile. Xavier had predicted this and the bank had invested based on his information.

"I miss you," she let slip. He looked at her with pain in his eyes.

"I've never stopped thinking about you," he confessed. He sounded so vulnerable and honest. She didn't know how to respond to that. He clearly wanted her and her companionship, but some unforeseen force was keeping them apart. "I need to get back to work," he sighed. She nodded and he was gone. Gloria was uncertain about what to do next.

That evening as they were eating yet another successful attempt of Xavier's at stir-fry, Toni remembered her earlier conversation.

"Ms. Pieper wanted me to let you know that she's pleased you're looking out for me." Her uncle stopped eating.

"She did?" Xavier asked softly, barely above a whisper.

"Yes, the crazy bitch wants me to call her Chloe," Toni continued.

"Don't refer to someone as a 'crazy bitch'," Xavier told her.

"I tell you, the woman's turned the bend. Worse, I think some poor desperate fool is banging her ass," Toni persisted.

"Toni, talk about people the way you would want them to talk about you. Ms. Pieper is not crazy, and I'm sure her sex life is none of your business," he instructed her.

"Fine Xavier; all I can only say whoever is doing this is doing the school a favor, still I guess if she is willing to leave me alone, I should leave her alone," Toni conceded.

"Please don't give her any reason to change her opinion of you," Xavier urged.

"I don't know," Brad snickered. "I hear she's the biggest bitch in all middle school and I don't go there until next year."

"Brad," Xavier cautioned, "don't start. The important thing is we get Toni through this year." Toni wondered what had gotten into her uncle. He normally let her brother and her speak their minds. It was one of the really cool things about him.

The next day at school was almost as weird for Toni. Ms. Pieper was seen going down the hallway and 'ignoring' several obvious infractions ... almost like a normal teacher. Not to be outdone, Toni approached Ms. Pieper at lunch. In front of the whole cafeteria she came up and said,

"Hello Chloe, my uncle says he appreciate all the special attention you've been giving me."

The closest teacher cringed and gave a pitying glance to Toni, thinking the student was about to get beheaded.

"Why thank you, Toni," was Chloe's serene reply. "I have an update I want you to give your uncle. Pick it up at the end of my class." The teacher nearly fell out of his seat. Toni was an immediate celebrity among the student body. For Chloe it was a matter of building someone up so they could fall farther.

That evening Xavier read the note when Toni handed it to him and re-read it in the study once the kids were safely around the TV.

-Call me this evening and ask me to make dinner for you at my place. --

Xavier didn't have to be brilliant to understand he would be totally vulnerable at her house. Strangely the one saving grace he could find in the matter was that it was a school night. She could only hold him for so long, which was good because he had no idea how long he could hold her off.

"Hello?" Chloe said in a far less hostile tone than last time she'd answered the phone. Xavier figured she was expecting him.

"Chloe, it is Xavier. Our last date was memorable, but I wonder if we could have dinner at your place tomorrow night?" he managed to ask in a civil tone.

"Wow, that is a bit forward, but I agree that our last date was memorable. I'm remembering it right now in fact," she teased. "I'd be happy to make you some of Thai Fried Oysters. I'm sure you'll love it. When can I expect you?"

"Eight o'clock," he informed her.

"Make it seven," she corrected. "I'm sure we can find a way to kill the time."

"I'm looking forward to it," he lied poorly.

"Well after the wonderful time you showed me Friday, I look forward returning the favor," she promised.

"I look forward to paying you back too," Xavier responded. Chloe hesitated. She was angry, but also terribly thrilled. A lesser man would have given in, but Xavier was showing he still had teeth.

"I can't wait to see how this turns out," she murmured sexily. She'd relish this defiance as much as she would exult in mental anguish she would put him through. "Bye now."

Chloe was called to the office right as she was going with her student's to lunch. She was mildly curious about what it could be about. The secretary had a strange gleam her eye and a smirk on her face when Chloe came in.

"There is a delivery for you, Ms. Pieper," he woman said. She reached behind the partial wall that separated her seat from the general audience and handed a box, a card and a black rose to Chloe.

Chloe blinked. She felt a half smile cross her face. She put the rose and the box aside and opened the card.

-Thinking of you. Can't wait for tonight. --

Clever boy, she thought. She was furious. He had taken the initiative and made her feel so sexy and sensuous yet given her no avenue of immediate release. A moan escaped her lips.

"Someone seems to be pursuing you," the secretary commented, looking for some hint on who it might be. "Do you know who?" Chloe nodded her head. "Well, the delivery came from Chantal's."

"Who?" Chloe inquired.

"That's a place on 42nd Street; really high class. What's in the box?" asked the secretary. Chloe put the card down and picked up the box. Inside was a silver bracelet made of five intertwined threads.

"Oh," gasped the other woman, "that is beautiful." Chloe examined it then put it on her wrist. She held up her arm and examined how it looked on her. She felt her insides twitch uncomfortably. How dare he, she fumed. She felt like storming down to his office at the bank and making him fuck her on his desk with all of his co-workers watching.

Chloe was still racking her brain for the appropriate torment when she made her way into the cafeteria and took her place at the teacher's table. Someone said something to her.

"What?" she said as she looked to see who would dare talk to her. It was Mr. Giovanni.

"Nice flower," he repeated.

"It is a black rose," she told him. "It came with the bracelet," she exhibited with a sudden exuberance to show off her superiority to her fellow educators. She had someone special and not some dried-up spouse like the rest of this crowd.

"Is it anyone we know?" he asked politely.

"I doubt it," she smiled with false modesty. "He's in the financial sector."

"That looks like white gold," Mrs. Samuelson, a sixth grade civics teacher said.

"Oh really? Well, he has very good taste in all kinds of things," Chloe stated. Mr. Giovanni smirked.

"He must be looking for something," he hinted.

"We aren't that far along in our relationship," she smiled sarcastically.

"I wish you both luck," he said before moving off through the student throngs. Chloe couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit less angry with Xavier. He'd helped her slap down someone else after all.

Sienna sat down rapidly at Toni's table and leaned in conspiratorially.

"Someone gave PMS Pieper a bracelet and flower!" she squeaked.

"Get out of here," Toni whispered back. "The crazy bitch probably sent it to herself."

"I hate to think of some guy being so desperate to 'tap' that," Sienna giggled.

"You're very punctual," Chloe noted as she made Xavier stand in the doorway as she eyed him up and down. He did look very nice, so scrumptious. Having made him wait long enough she stepped aside and let him come in. Partially inside, he turned and kissed her lightly on the lips. From behind his back he produced a bottle of wine. Had he managed a smile the moment would have been perfect.

Chloe shut the door and walked past him. She could feel his eyes follow the lines of her backless dress to her narrow waist and her curvaceous hips. She'd blown a fortune on this dress so he better fucking love it. She stole a look over her shoulder.

"Wow," he muttered in such a genuine way that made Chloe turn back and slap him playfully.

"I still owe you for the bracelet and rose ... delivered to work. You have to pay for that," she grinned wickedly. Xavier appeared confused.

"I thought it would be something you liked," she muttered. "It was supposed to make you happy."

"Oh, I was fantastically happy, but that doesn't change the fact that I didn't ask it and our relationship is based on you doing what I want to do, not what you want to do," she said with a feigned helpless shrug.

"So I can't even do something to make you happy? That's sick," he declared.

"Xavier, when you do what I want you make me happy. It is not like your confusion or pain is something I enjoy," Chloe blatantly lied. Having upset Xavier so early in the evening was a good thing. "Now I'll get you a wine opener and some wine glasses. Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes."

"That's good to know," Xavier said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.

"I'm going to the kitchen. Find ways to amuse me while we are in there," she purred. Chloe sashayed into the kitchen. She heard Xavier growl angrily before following her into her small kitchenette.

Chloe waited with failing patience while Xavier sat back and let her finish preparing the food. The fool was doing nothing which made her angrier and angrier. She dished out the food and placed the plates on opposite sides of the table loudly when she suddenly realized he was right behind her. He pinned her hips to the table.

"What?" she snapped.

"Please," he whispered then did nothing. She began boiling. "Are you angry with me now?" he said next.

"Damn right I am," Chloe seethed.

"That makes you feel good, doesn't it?" Xavier pointed out. Chloe froze.

"I'm doing what you asked me to do," he breathed into her ear. His hands eased along each hip, moving around to her stomach. Chloe pushed her ass up against him. His light touch moved along her ribs until he was cupping each of her heavy breasts. He let a thumb and each finger move up to each nipple and caressed them.

"Don't you dare disappoint me," she moaned. Xavier responded by pinching each nipple and pulling them away from her. Chloe gasped in pain and plunged over the table. After one more painful twist, his hands withdrew to her sides. "Don't stop you idiot!" she cried out. Instead of obeying he ran his fingers to the side of her body, up to the tops of her arms and slipped her dress off her shoulders.

Xavier yanked the dress down to her sides, pulling her arms back as he did so. Her arms were pinned by her clothing to hers side.

"Let me up," she commanded him.

"No," Xavier managed to growl at her. Chloe was struggling to get free. She began succeeding when Xavier pulled her dress down and kicked her legs open. One hand reached down her ass and rubbed against her wet cunt.

"Aaahhh ..." Chloe moaned as he stroked and stuck a finger inside her pussy, "Bastard." She heard him unbuckle and unzip his pants. She felt his cock come free at the same time as she got her hands underneath her. Chloe pushed up as Xavier put one hand on her hip and used the other one to steer his penis between her legs. They both froze. Carefully he put his other hand on her hip as well.

Chloe was taking in deep breaths as she evaluated her situation and it dawned on her this was exactly what she'd asked for; she couldn't let him know that though.

"Get off of me," she panted. Xavier's fingers dug into her hips but then he withdrew. Chloe turned around and examined him.

"Take off your pants and shoes," she ordered. Xavier did so, but there was clearly malice in his eyes. She could tell that he despised her and despised how she was forcing him to act. He was simply so empathic he could interpret what she wanted ... through his own innocent filter of course.

Xavier stood naked from the waist down. Chloe used one foot to move her dress aside. All she had left were her white six-inch heels which allowed her to look him straight in the eyes.

"You can't win," Chloe gloated. "I won't let you win."

"I'm beginning to see that now," he shot back.

Chloe's face took on a decidedly wicked cast, which only seemed to make Xavier angrier.

"What do you plan to do now?" Chloe purred.

"I was considering homicide," Xavier growled. That was not the answer Chloe expected. She thought about it then chuckled.

"You don't have it in you," Chloe laughed. "You are one of those poor souls who go through life thinking everyone should get along and help each other out."

"You say that like my attitude is a bad thing," he replied with more calm.

"It isn't helping you out much right now is it?" she continued to laugh.

"You haven't won yet," he responded. Chloe stopped laughing but was still amused.

"I will admit, you are not the wimp I thought I would get. You should feel lucky. I don't suffer fools," she informed Xavier as she stepped forward and place a hand on his cock. He shook his head.

"I don't understand you. You want me to spend time with you, but you don't want me to make you happy. Why don't you let me try and make you happy so we can get over this sick fascination?" Xavier asked seriously. Chloe opened her mouth then closed it. She didn't have to explain herself to him.

"I want you to fuck me now," she insisted. Xavier started to take his shirt off. "Forget the shirt, fuck me now."

"I want to feel your flesh on my flesh," he explained as he continued to defy her. Chloe grabbed a fork off the table and pressed it in between two ribs. He grunted but finished getting his shirt off.

Chloe pushed the fork in until it drew blood then she twisted. Xavier refused to cry out in pain even when the blood began trickling down his side. She withdrew the fork and licked it. He took her by one arm and slowly but steadily twisted it behind her.

"What are you doing?" Chloe demanded.

"I'm going to fuck you like a vicious, blood-hungry whore deserves to be fucked," he snarled. Xavier kept turning her around until she was lying on her stomach on top of the table, one armed pinned behind her and the other propping up her head so she could look back at Xavier. She groaned gutturally when he steadily pushed into her.

Even when she knew what she was getting, his penetrations were always a welcome surprise. He began to piston into her, picking up the pace as he went. It was so good that she didn't feel the hand reach around her until he was massaging her clit at the height and depth of each stroke. Chloe came to the realization that someone had trained him well in the arts of appreciating a woman.

The first time she came, he had her over the table. She lashed out and the food went everywhere. Chloe was struggling to recover when he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her up against the wall where he started hammering her again from behind. He was remorseless and yet she dared not stop him and show her weakness.

He took her again on the kitchen floor and when she begged off because of the pain, he cradled her to the sofa and fucked her again. For whatever reason he refused to come, and his stamina was something she could have never predicted. Xavier left her out the door leaving her unfocused and confused on the sofa. She wasn't cognizant of what had transpired until she heard the door shut. She looked at the clock. It was 9:30 ... dinner was ruined. Chloe crawled up to bed and fought off sleep, dreaming up all kinds of revenge.

Xavier took some milk out of the refrigerator and poured himself a glass.

"Hey Xavier," Toni grinned. "If you walk Patty home one more night she's going to tell everyone you're are dating."

"Please God, not another woman," Xavier groaned. "Isn't it past your bedtime?"

"I wanted to make sure you were okay," Toni responded.

"I'm good. I'm off to take a shower. You need to be in bed when I get out, okay?" Xavier asked.

"Sure thing," Toni agreed. Xavier finished his milk and went off to the bathroom. Toni noted he was favoring his left side.

Once the water was running, Chloe found Xavier's phone and started checking through his call logs. The phone rang and Toni had a dilemma. She chose to it send it to voice mail while listening.

"Xavier," the voice began, "you need to pay for what you did to me tonight." Toni knew exactly who the voice belonged to.

"My whole body still aches from everything we did; you are such a bad boy," Chloe continued. "I'll figure out some proper form of punishment for you, and maybe a punishment for Toni as well, as a reminder of who is really in charge. Kiss the little cretin good night for me and wish her luck at school tomorrow because she might need it. Oh, and we are going out Friday. I'm already wet just thinking about what diversions you will have this time. Good night."