Episode 60: LUmBEr yard

Thursday morning, 1:10 PM ... where the woodchucks go to chuck wood.

“How did I miss this place when I got the job? My tour with Josie ended in the gym so it wasn’t until Carl, and I cornered Corey Samson out here that I knew these outer buildings even existed. I’m shocked with all the so-called budget cuts that they were allowed to keep wood shop. I wonder what the other three smaller buildings were. I’m guessing music might be one. The other I have no clue.”

Having not explored the outdoor extensions of Horton-Dexter before the day Travis Herbert got ambushed, Piper Cherry had barely crossed that bridge. Behind the high school was a secondary chain of buildings much smaller than the school itself, all closed and vacant due to lack of public funding. Connected to the bus barn in the distance was Instructor Damon Rice’s Wood Shop. The class was one of the few to avoid the budget cuts because it was decided that home improvements was a necessary course to build confidence in young people that would elevate into future blue-collar jobs. Teach a man to build a house and he would make a good impression. Of course, Wood Shop didn’t go that far. Too expensive! Bird houses at best. Tuning up old cars, changing oil or tires, things useful on small scale were also combined with Damon’s duties.

“Good thing I didn’t leave my heels in my cubicle this time. I don’t want splinters in my toes.” Piper mused before peering through the front door to see a healthy round number of 24 students working on individual wood projects ranging from condo style bird houses to small furniture pieces. She was actually impressed. What was more impressive had to be spoken out loud. “Ooooo! Over half of Damon’s class are my detention dicks. This could be fun. With everything going on for them getting ready for the football game tomorrow I’ve missed my studs in detention. Practice I know is necessary but darn it so is my pampering.” She giggles. “Of course, I did get my massage yesterday even if it was from my nephew Mace. Not the same though. I promised my detainees I’d consider a little more risk on my part, possible masturbation in front of them seeing as they honored me with a 21 cum salute.” A shiver while envisioning 21 dicks jerking off just for her Piper craved more. 22 next time she giggled. Wait! It was more than 21 wasn’t it? She couldn’t remember. 24 here in Wood Shop though! Should she? “At least in fucking Roger I might be able to control my urges. I just know I’m going to get weak at some point and fuck some of these handsome young men. Not today, Piper. Refrain!”

Taking in a deep breath she opened the door and casually stepped inside. No one noticed her arrival at that point, so she just stood there inside the door watching and tolerating the sounds of band saws and drills. “There’s Toby and Antoine my foot soldiers. Better stay clear of their mouths. They’re my PUTTY Buddy’s!” She bulged her eyes knowing very well the paralysis of having her toes sucked on caused her. Noting Damon’s private office off to the left of the huge room she eased over and peered in to find the large African American teacher slash basketball coach should he assume the extracurricular job peering out at his class through a rectangular window. Even he hadn’t noticed Piper’s sneak attack in watching his boy’s work. Tension in the air due to half his class being star athletes only made him worry that much more. One cut might mean Coach Roman Crandell skinning Damon alive.

“Knocker knockers!” Piper rapped then used her tits as if the culprit rather than her knuckle. The sudden racket on his door forced Damon to lower his propped-up feet to the floor.

“Hey pretty lady! I actually forgot that you might show up out here in 2X4 town. Welcome to my humble commode. Shit job but it pays the bills.” He stood up and leaned on his knuckles over his desk.

“Half the football team I see. Couple wrestlers...” She recalled a pair of boys from the gym that first day interview. “Wait! Does Roman coach the wrestling team?”

“No ma’am! I do. I might get stuck taking on the job of Basketball Coach too, if Manley has his way. I’m undecided, I’m more a football and wrestling kind of guy. My idea of a lay-up ... well, you get my drift. The rest? Nerds. Nerd Herd!”

“Is that term still used?” She winced, “I used to laugh my ass off at Booger back in the day.”

“Funny the only black man in that movie had to be queer.”

“Lamar!” She giggled. “I adore Lamar.”

As if predicting the other’s thoughts, they mimic a Lewis and Gilbert symphony of nerd laughter just like in the movie Revenge of the Nerds. The humor made Damon shake his head, “Sad but I was one of those until I got into high school. Shot up as they say into the very jock that used to haunt those bastards.”

“Wish I could say I was ... even as a kid I was too sexy for my age. I had these boobs by 7th grade. Hiding my nips was impossible even with a padded ... okay, I cut out the padding.” She shook them at him just to be glamorous. A hair whip followed.

“Nice! I’d tell you to take a walk out and say hi, but I don’t want any 9-1-1 calls.” He laughed, “Band saws and missing fingers go hand in ... well ... no hand.”

“Can’t have that now, can we?” She uses her own hand in a jerking off charade. “They might need those.” Under her breath she added, “I might too.”

“So ... you and Roger Dundee...?” He probed with a devious grin. She winced at Damon wondering if he somehow knew what she did out by the birch tree less that twenty minutes ago. That or when Roger and she did it in his classroom. Best to play dumb until she knew for certain.

“ ... are going to fuck like rabbits Saturday.”

“Uh huh!” He chuckled, “More like today? I hear things Busty LaRue. Don’t get your own rabbit’s foot near those saws out there.”

“I want to get lucky, not that unlucky.” She smirked. “Yes! Which occasion are you referring too?”

“I’m thinking luck follows you wherever you go. Wait! There was more than once? Hot damn Blondie, you sure do like taking risks, don’t you? I heard about your crowd surfing too. My wrestlers don’t keep much from me. Teachers talk too. If Carl allows it who am I too frown. Just like I’m sure you hear it from a majority of students, I got your back. Mainly because I like your backside.”

“Clover leaf butt cheeks when I do fast somersaults and cartwheels. Four leaf clover if you follow me closely” She shows him her bare ass. Whistling at her reveal he rubbed his chin.

“Nice as that ass is I love me some serious booty. Wait until you see my girl Patrice ... now she can twerk it!”

“Speaking of, I know I ran late getting out here did I miss Patrice? Maybe Patrice and I can have a twerking contest.”

“She’s got a bigger booty, bubble butt. Just the way I like it.” His ivory grin instilled his love for the woman. It made Piper puff her lower lip nodding out of respect. “Nah! She’s running late today. Grabbing me some lunch, I’ll just eat at my desk and let those knuckleheads out there do their projects. Once I get them started, I usually let them do their thing.”

“Do you think she will join us tomorrow night for drinks? I’d love to have you both there.”

“If she can get her Momma to watch her son. Big If!”

“Your son?”

“Naaa! I’ve got boys myself, different momma though. We split up and she moved to Atlanta. I see my boys pretty much only on holidays.”

“Ah! I’m from Atlanta myself.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you; you look really familiar.” He winced rubbing his chin.

“Oh? I do have that kind of face.” She grits her teeth.

“Yep, and everything below it! Just give me time I’ll figure out where I’ve seen you.”

“Atlanta Falcon’s fan?”

“Damn straight! Titans just don’t stand up to those Birds of Prey.”

Rolling her eyes, she went into quiet theatrics doing a short cheer from her cheerleading days. As soon as she did his eyes went wide and he pointed an index finger wagging it at her almost threateningly. “Hold up...” He went to a filing cabinet and sorted through things in the third drawer until he produced an old, outdated calendar. One so hot he had to keep it.

“July!” She giggled as he opened the calendar going from page to page until he found her photo. Dropping his jaw, he chuckled taking a pen from his shirt pocket. One click of his ballpoint pen later...

“Autograph?” He looked hopeful, “Wait up ... that means...” He swallowed dryly looking at Miss July then back at her twice before gnashing his teeth, “Davon Liberty. Awww, maaan!”

“Keep it down.” She sighed knowing recognition was inevitable, “Yes.”

“Awww, Piper! I feel for you Lady Bird, that was one miserable situation. Sorry you had to go through all that crap.”

“Not as sorry as I was. Tidal wave under what used to be the bridge. I moved up here to Nashville to jumpstart my life. I trust you not to go spreading the news. I actually love it here. This place is exactly what the doctor ordered, if I had one.”

“Carl knows?”

“He’s an intelligent guy, I think he does, but just wants to give me room to rebuild my life. His faith in me is ... well, I’m extremely grateful. Getting away with what I do probably makes me look as bad as Davon. I really truly did not know what he was involved in until it was too late.”

“I believe you. Roger?”

“NO! Don’t ruin my date, Damon. I’ll tell him myself when I feel comfortable.”

“Wouldn’t think of it Piper. I know Rog ... likes you. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t let your past get in the way.”

“He better. I kind of like the big goof too. It’s just too soon to get into anything serious. Y’know?”

“I do. Everyone here at Horney-Dexter loves you, Piper. Even without the strip shows I hear good compliments. I’m pretty sure even if the news hits home nobody would chase you off. Just keep being yourself. I personally liked that crowd surfing video. You looked ... comfy.” He chuckled.

“All these videos will bite me in the ass someday. Thanks Damon. I needed that vote of confidence. About that autograph...”

As they smile with hesitance a new visitor arrives in the form of Damon’s beautiful Beyoncé with a seriously chiseled butt. Damon wasn’t kidding her ass was plump perfect. Entering his office Patrice Hollander pauses, “Hey Baby ... oh! Sorry did I come at a bad time?” She held up a bucket of KFC and a 2 liter of Coke.

“There’s my baby girl.” Damon goes mushy,” Get in here, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.” He points at Piper, Patrice eying Piper’s revealing short dress with an intriguing scrutiny.

“You hire a stripper?” Patrice winces then laughs waving off her insult, “Overlook me, I’m Patrice Hollander. You’re welcome to insult me back.”

“I wouldn’t think of it. I’m Piper Cherry. I’m the new school counsellor. Damon here brags about you all the time.” Twice that she knew of.

“Does he now?” Patrice shuffles in and sets the bucket of extra crispy chicken on his desk before first kissing him on the cheek, then on the lips. “Mmmmm Mmmmm! I’ve missed those lips.” Patting his cheek and wiping off her lipstick she uses a napkin on her fingers before extending a hand, “Pleasure’s mine Counsellor. I hope my nephew isn’t any trouble I’d hate to have to turn him over my knee.” A glare out the window meant said nephew must be close by.

“Nephew? Who might that be?” Piper shuffled in step until right over Pat’s shoulder to follow her zeroing in index finger out toward the oblivious class.

“Big Calvin. My sister’s baby boy. Don’t get me started on my big sis.”

“Calvin Knobbs? Wow!” She might never have guessed they were related; Patrice was tiny compared to Calvin, the boy being a giant. “That’s interesting. I adore Calvin. He’s always very respectful toward me.” Piper smiles warmly. Even when her jerked off in detention to her.

“He had better be or I’ll tan his hide.” As hard as it was to imagine Piper actually saw this woman spanking Calvin. Mainly due to her attitude and bravado. While the women spoke, Damon concealed the calendar for another time stashing it back into his filing cabinet, pen put back into his shirt pocket. Piper peripherally seeing his move was convinced that her secret would be honored. It was nice to know people had her back. Her front too it seemed.

“I’m certain it won’t come to that.” Cumming for Calvin in detention another story, damn her hormones. Just being near all men with no women around, well Patrice but she would soon be gone or preoccupied, Piper’s urges to tease or even more than that were spiking. “Darn it! Roger wasn’t enough to satisfy my bitch.” Itch even!

“Hey Patrice?” Damon hugged his girl from behind dancing them to his sway, “Piper here invited us to join some other couples Saturday night for drinks. You think your Momma, or your cousin Juanita might watch Hondo?”

“I love that name Hondo.” Piper expressed with a bubbly tone which invited an “Awww! My grandfather used to make us kids watch old westerns. There was a John Wayne movie called Hondo.”

“His real name is Hondrell.” Damon chuckled, “Patrice here is a freak for classic movies too. We just call him Hondo. Before you ask Patrice here is divorced, she kept her married name. Hondrell Hollander is a mouthful, but Hondrell was Patrice’s grampa’s name, so she honored him.”

“Respect is a good thing. How old is he?”

“Gramps or Hondo?” Patrice chuckled, “Hondo’s 4 now. Gramps ... hell, I dunno. I think I caught his Alzheimer’s.” She frowned at making fun of her own grandfather but quickly changed the subject. “I’m a freak in general but who’s counting?” Patrice smirks, “A night out sounds fun.” She then smiled with her eyes at her man while reaching over her shoulder to palm his cheek, “I’ll call them after I head out and see who bites. Juanita needs money so it might be doable. Question is ... you paying her? I just bought KFC. Momma’s broke now.”

“Car payment’s due.” He frowned.

“You know what?” Piper sighed, “Friendly gesture which I won’t take no for an answer to, tell your cousin I’ll pay her $200 for the weekend. My gift to new friends.”

“Big spender.” Patrice dropped her jaw.

“Believe you me, I’m not destitute. My ... ex left me a good chunk of change.” No lie. Fifty million and change to be precise. Hoarded for a rainy day, she already had everything she needed in life. Not only that but her Senator father made her invest 25 million of an original 75 million payout, so she was rolling in dough and not even totally certain of her true wealth. Accountants took great care of her.

“That’s nice of you Piper.” Damon puckered, “Momma Pat’s call though, it being charity and all.”

“Only if you let us repay it cordially another weekend. Cookout or something!”

“Done! I’ll hit an ATM and pass the moolah over to Damon tomorrow morning. Are you coming to see Calvin at the game tomorrow night?”

“Wouldn’t miss my nephew throwing off those Marquette Badgers like the fleas on their fur. I so hope he gets a scholarship and goes on to the pros.”

“Hmm? I haven’t seen him play yet but ... if he’s really good I might know a few connections I can send his way.” Good on and off the field. Fucking hormones.

“That would be incredible. Who do you know?” Patrice brightened up.

“Now hold up Patrice, let’s not get too nosey.” Damon went on the defense to save Piper.

“Let’s just say my father knows people who know people who know other people.” She grinned, “Baby steps?” Of course, those contacts went further than involving her father for help. Something she never ever wanted to have to do.