Chapter 3: A Stand-Up Guy

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At that, Finn Warth looked scared out of his wits. "Honey, honey, don't do this!" His smoking-hot wife kicked the nearest door open. Bang! The room beyond was empty-just a desk and a few chairs. Only then did Nixon Walker realize Finn and the woman hadn't been in his office at all, but in another room. Finn, it seemed, wasn't a total idiot. Finding no one inside, the gorgeous young woman frowned, while Finn let out a sigh of relief. "See? I told you there's no one. Someone must be whispering nonsense in your ear. Don't listen to them." "Oh?" The woman shot him a mocking look. "What about this room? Are you going to swear that little tramp isn't in here either?" Finn went white as a sheet. He was toast. Watching this, Nixon figured Finn was in deep trouble. If this blew up, his own paperwork would never get sorted today. Finn suddenly noticed Nixon standing there, and a spark lit his eyes. "Inside… inside, that's on Nixon!" Nixon blinked. Was this bastard really trying to pin it on him? He was about to push back, but Finn's pleading look gave him pause. He saw an angle here. Lending Finn a hand might not be a bad move. He'd just arrived in the village as a teacher, but his long game was to get back to the city, take the civil service exam, and start climbing the ladder. Help Finn now, and the man would owe him. Getting a glowing remark in his personnel file later would be a breeze. With that in mind, Nixon smiled. "The village chief is right. That was my doing." The gorgeous wife shot him a dismissive glance. "Finn Warth, you think I'll believe you just because you found a scapegoat? Unless you can get him to prove it." "Prove it?" Nixon and Finn both froze. "H-how do we prove that?" Finn stammered, trying to keep it together. "Hmph. Have him go in and screw that little tramp right now. Then I'll believe this has nothing to do with you." A thin smile played at her lips. Well, this just got interesting. Nixon and Finn exchanged a look. Nixon gave the faintest shake of his head. That was crossing the line. Finn panicked, flicking his eyes to the letter of introduction that still needed a stamp. The message was clear. If you don't help, forget about getting this done. That hit Nixon where it hurt. If he pissed off the village chief, how would he get by here? He clenched his jaw. "Fine, I'll prove it." He strode forward and pushed the door open. The moment it swung inward, he froze. A stunning woman sat on the bed, stark naked. She'd wrapped a blanket around herself, though most of her chest was still exposed. Her manner was gentle and gracious, the kind of woman who radiated quiet warmth. He hadn't expected her to be this wild in bed. "Briana Lyson," Finn said, bitterness creeping into his voice, "my wife, Winona Zuniga, wants you and Nixon to prove it. Just… go prove it with him." He turned away, the words tasting bitter. She giggled. "Sure." Briana cooed, "Nixon Walker, let's pick up where we left off. Come on." As she spoke, she flashed the condom in her hand. Only then did Nixon realize the wife's name was Winona Zuniga, but he barely registered it. That last "come on" made his knees go weak. "Here we go!" he said, starting to strip. He glanced at the two by the doorway, chuckled awkwardly, and added, "You two planning to watch the show? Could you close the door?" "Hmph. No need to put on an act for me. I'll sit right here by the door and watch you do it," Winona snapped. She dragged a chair over, planted it by the doorway, sat down, and then slammed the door. No one would be interrupting them now. Briana tossed the blanket aside with a playful smile, her eyes full of invitation. "Didn't expect you to know what's what, kid." Her teasing got under his skin. He'd been forced into this. "I'm not just playing along-I can make you feel good." The words were barely out before Nixon hurried out of his clothes and was about to get on top. He was determined to take charge. "So big!" Briana stared, dumbstruck. She'd never seen anything like it in real life. It practically lived up to the stereotype about Black guys. Seeing her stunned by his size, Nixon felt a surge of pride. You dared tease me just now. In a minute, you'll be begging. "Come here-come to big sis. Forget the condom-this one's too small." Briana kept her voice down, as if afraid the people outside might hear.

Chapter 3: A Stand-Up Guy

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