Professor X

by Kiki Leach

  "Hold the fuck up." Prez lifted his hand and frowned. "You're throwin' all this shit into the middle of the goddamn table as if your solution is the only one to this problem."

  "I ain't heard anybody else in this room come up with somethin' different or better since we sat down on this shit nearly a whole goddamn hour ago, Prez. Includin' you."

  He grit his teeth and narrowed his eyes. "Say fuckin' what, asshole?"

  Coco sat back and swallowed hard. "Nothin'."

  Xavier folded his arms and bent forward. "I'd be a motherfucker if I said the shit sounded like a terrible ass plan, 'cause it doesn't. But the execution... how we make this shit actually happen is the goddamn problem."

  "Of course you'd be all for steppin' around tight young pussy on a college campus, motherfucker." Red chuckled. "It's got high ass dollar, triple fuckin' X written all over it."

  "Ain't the only goddamn reason--"

  "It's the one that matters." Coco looked to him and winked. "How we make that shit happen is apply first, like I said. They need your name in the system before they even think to consider your ass for shit."

  "Name in the system." Xavier grumbled. "Problem number one right goddamn there."

  "We get your shit together -- fake last name, fake SS number -- whatever needs to be done; that prospect motherfucker, Big Tech, can work this shit without you bein' so goddamn easily found. A record?" He lifted his shoulders and hands. "What goddamn record? Folks won't know shit about it."

  "I got no goddamn credentials."

  "Big ass word." Coco snickered. "Perfect for this shit. Motherfuckers ain't gonna know the difference in what's real and what ain't, but if they start askin' shit, we'll get references ready to back your ass up."

  "Don't you need some kinda degree for this shit?" asked Shadow. "Teachin' at a University and all that."

  "Shit we can fake with black ink and a goddamn printer -- what the fuck, asshole? You know how many motherfuckers are runnin' around ass out with shit to prove they even know a goddamn thing about what the fuck they're even teachin' out there right now?"

  "I've heard of motherfuckers fakin' all kinds of shit to get ahead," said Cheddar. "'Specially in that corporate world bullshit. Some of 'em get lucky enough to never get caught 'til they piss off some other asshole that's certain they owe 'em shit for keepin' quiet on it all."

  "Any of 'em ever been teachers?" asked Xavier.

  "Maybe one or two that let me eat her out -- I can't recall too goddamn well. But what I wanna know from this asshole" -- he pointed at Coco -- "is what the fuck goes down after we get shit set in place for your ass? 'Cause like I fuckin' said, there's no chance you'll actually get whatever the fuck this dipshit sets you up to apply for -- even if you manage to get a goddamn interview. 'Cause if they got some kinda waitin' list for actual qualified motherfuckers, we're fucked."

  "You are thinkin' too goddamn much on this shit, asshole," snapped Coco.

  "Motherfucker, you ain't thinkin' enough on it."

  Prez leaned aside and grunted. "Alright--"

  "What the fuck kinda classes could they have on a college campus that points more to pussy than some other any goddamn way?" Tractor interjected. "At least enough pussy to get some young asshole twisted up enough to fuck himself over with our coke?"

  Coco looked to the table and shrugged. "Cookin'."

  "Jesus."

  The entire room erupted in a mixture of grumbles and chuckles.

  Tractor being the loudest for both.

  "You expect THIS motherfucker" -- he pointed at Xavier as his brows arched -- "to take his twelve and a half inch cock on campus and talk about how he wants a goddamn job tossin' pancakes in a skillet that don't belong to some tight pussied bitch tryin' to get him to smack her own first? You are out of your entire fuckin' mind on this shit, asshole."

  "I ain't."

  Scooter muttered, "The motherfucker can cook a mean pancake -- no denyin' it. Along with some omelets... bacon, sausage, steak -- hamburgers -- Philly cheesesteak."

  Tractor whipped his head around to him and glared. "Motherfucker, this shit ain't a goddamn IHOP -- he cooks when we ain't got pussy back there doin' it for us first." He looked to Prez, who rolled his eyes across the room in contemplation. His shoulders dropped; his mouth fell open as he wagged his head in disbelief. "You can't honestly be thinkin' about lettin' this shit win out?!" He paused. "Just send a motherfuckin' prospect out there to rough up one of those assholes -- have 'em pass on the message to the rest of those pricks lookin' to keep us fucked."

  "Motherfuckers comin' from money got less to lose than we do," said Prez. "In fact, they ain't got shit. It'd be no better than snitchin' with a fuckin' raid -- We knock one of 'em around, some bullshit daddy lawyer comes down swingin' his stick in place of a small cock and we're cooked like a goddamn pile of turkeys on a single fuckin' plate out here."

  Xavier lifted his eyes to the ceiling and dragged his hands down either side of his face; then he folded his hands together and pressed them against his mouth. "I can't cook well enough to teach a fuckin' class on it."

  "Your ass can fuckin' learn enough shit to pass for it," mumbled Prez. He dragged his hand across his mouth and tightened his jaw. "You only need to be there long enough for the shit to be exposed."

  "What if one of these pricks realizes what we're doin' in sendin' his ass out there?" asked Cheddar.

  "They don't know X by his face," said Coco. "Or his name. It's the tatts and cut and pummelin' motherfuckers to a goddamn pulp that would give that shit away."

  "I want him out there scopin' shit before we agree to anything hardcore," said Prez. "Get a feel for the campus -- what the fuck it's all about, along with other shit within the area -- bars, clubs, any goddamn thing you see with a pussy stamp; figure out how the fuck to navigate between these assholes without becomin' a target for yourself and the club; we'll go from there once we know just what the fuck we've gotta work with in person."

  "When are you lookin' for his ass to head out there?" asked Tractor.

  "Should be tonight, yeah?" replied Scooter. "It's Saturday. Those small dick fucks seem to have nothin' but cock teasin' parties after 10 o'clock on nights like this one. And, uh...Prez?" He lifted his hand and wagged his fingers.

  Prez rolled his eyes into his head and groaned. "What the fuck is it, asshole?"

  "Brother might need me out there with him. Navigatin' between all that young... fresh... tight pussy -- he's gonna need a motherfucker makin' sure we remain on track. Can't get caught up in somethin' with one lookin' to suck his cock before the night's over... shit like that."

  Coco chuckled. "You want her suckin' yours instead?"

  "I ain't turnin' the shit down if it happens--"

  "You go down there with his ass, you keep your cock zipped, motherfucker." Prez leaned across the table and pointed. "This ain't about findin' tight young pussy to bring back here and play with later -- this is fuckin' business and gettin' shit done. You can't handle that, I'm slappin' both of your goddamn heads together before rippin' the Enforcer and SGT patches from those cuts -- you feel my ass on this shit?"

  Xavier flashed a sneer at Scooter before bringing his attention back to Prez. "Feel you on that shit, brother."

  "Good. Now this..." He took in a breath and grumbled. "Conversation doesn't leave our goddamn chapel or this table like anything else. Word gets too far out about one of our own whippin' up somethin' in the kitchen of a college campus that ain't pussy on a plate, we'll get charters for miles tryna run through here with bullshit hope of the mother charter losin' grip on the rest. Keep it low-key and go about shit as usual for now. We'll expand if need be for later."

  As the brothers agreed between grunts and bobbing heads, Prez slammed his gavel on top of the table and rose to his feet.

  Pecker followed and pointed at the bar. "Gonna need me somethin' strong enough to put up with a buncha yellin' from my goddamn kids before headin' back outta here tonight for some pussy smackin' with the Apple B
ottom twins down at Rodeo's in Pawnee."

  "All that thick, dark chocolate ridin' your cock -- shit! Sounds good to my ass, brother!" Coco dropped his hands on top of the arms of his chair and pushed himself to stand, then adjusted his belt and reached for the door, jerking it back. "Think this bitch I'm headin' home to likes a wet mouth full of somethin' ready to make her fizzle and pop!"

  Cheddar roared with laughter and threw a hand into his back. "That shit don't sound remotely appealin' to my ass."

  "Good thing yours ain't the one I'll be eatin' out tonight, then, motherfucker! Save that one for the bitch desperate enough to try!" He jerked his shoulders, then wrapped an arm around Cheddar's neck before walking with him to the bar.

  As others followed and the room emptied, Xavier remained silent and seated, his eyes tightly focused on the handle of his bag full of car parts.

  Sniper eyed him from the far right end of the table and reached for his cane. "What's on that pretty boy mind of yours up there, young buck?" he called out. Xavier looked to him and lifted his brows, then lowered his eyes back down to the table and rattled his head. "Wonderin' what the fuck your old man would be thinkin' in seein' his only son upright in the front of a classroom full of pussy, teachin' 'em how to flip a pile of pancakes without droppin' one to the goddamn floor?"

  Xavier shut his eyes and chuckled. "Yeah, old man," he muttered. "Some shit like that."

  "What are you thinkin' about up there, son?"

  "If we can actually pull this shit off." He stopped to take in a breath and pinched his brows. "If I can somehow manage to pull this shit off."

  "I know you ain't thinkin' about that shit porn we all managed to fuck up by bein' stupid about it?"

  "Prez put me in charge of distribution and promotion. You see what the fuck it became in less than a goddamn month."

  "Nobody was buyin' porn from us out here, motherfucker, and Prez knew that shit more than the rest of us. Listenin' to Tractor's ass is bound to get him fucked if he doesn't watch this shit. The VP patch on that motherfucker is startin' to carry more weight than it should." Sniper gripped his cane and sighed. "People gettin' shows for free just from walkin' through our goddamn doors on any given night was always gonna override anything we could sell on a fuckin' tape or DVD. Not to mention all the pussy still swingin' on poles down at ACE'S."

  "Ain't no lies bein' told in that shit, brother, but--"

  "Ain't no goddamn 'buts' about it," he retorted. "You did what the fuck needed to be done just like the rest of us and the shit got fucked -- it happens."

  "And if this shit gets fucked too? Prez snatches my patches and hands 'em over to fuckin' Cheddar or some shit? Fuckin' Shadow?"

  He lifted his cane from the floor and pointed. "That shit ain't happenin', understand? Loyalty to your old man and his aside, you earned this shit here -- earned your spot at the front of this goddamn table. You've fuckin' earned your place within this club, brother, long before you ever became official; when you were cleanin' fuckin' toilets and moppin' up the goddamn floors behind bitches who couldn't hold a lick of their vodka after bein' passed between cocks and other pussy. Can't no other asshole take that shit from you and they fuckin' won't. Not as long as I'm still breathin'."

  Xavier stared into the old man's lightly winkled, ashen face and nodded as a weight of comfort rolled through him. "Thanks, old man."

  Sniper rested his hand on top of the table, using it as a base to help him stand, then moved toward the front of the room and stood at Xavier's side. He dropped his free hand to his shoulder and squeezed. "I don't have a goddamn clue as to how this shit is gonna play out; don't know what the fuck will come of it or if we'll get back any business we've lost overtime to these young dicked assholes. But I know any good shit comin' from it will be from your ass alone. Puttin' it out there for the club like this is a fuckin' risk."

  His eyes refocused on his bag as he nodded.

  "Brother?" Xavier looked over his shoulder as Sniper's hand dropped; he stepped back, allowing Scooter to shove his way back into the room. "Prez wants us to start headin' out. Said we need hoodies over the cuts and to cover our tatts and blend in with the rest of these assholes."

  "Shit." His eyes narrowed as he stood from his chair and yanked his cut. "Alright -- what else?"

  "Wants us to get some basic info on campus size from Big Tech; how many fuckers are actually out there attendin' classes -- how many stay on campus, shit like that." Scooter peeked at Sniper and groaned. "He also said pussy remains off limits. Not even a goddamn glimpse."

  Xavier cupped his chin and chuckled. "Think you're gonna need that warnin' more than me, motherfucker -- My ass ain't gonna be the one gettin' caught up in pussy down there."

  "You say that shit right goddamn now." He reached for the bag of car parts and tossed it over his shoulder. "'Til you start seein' these bitches on their knees, offerin' themselves up to you like Pussy Cream on a goddamn silver platter."

  "Jesus. Christ." Sniper rolled his eyes and stepped out of the room, joining the remaining brothers at the bar.

  Scooter peeked behind himself as the old man took a seat and ordered a drink; he jerked his chin and grimaced. "What'd he have your ass in here about? Shit to do with tonight?"

  "Somethin' like that." He shrugged. "Tryin' to keep my ass straight on what's goin' down; make sure we get shit handled the way it needs to be."

  "We will, motherfucker -- we will; he ain't gotta worry and neither does anybody else. Let's go dump the shit from your bag in the garage and start headin' out."

  "Alright, brother, yeah."

  Chapter Two

  Xavier

  After pulling into the parking lot of an abandoned post office not far from campus, Xavier cut the engine on his bike and yanked his helmet from his head. "Shit." He tucked his hair behind his ears as it blew in the wind and rested his helmet on top of his leg. "This was a longer fuckin' ride than usual out here," he muttered.

  "Too goddamn long in knowin' we ain't gettin' shit but information tonight," replied Scooter, his tone hardened as he grit his teeth.

  Xavier shoved the lapels of his cut inside his plain black hoodie before zipping it to his neck and chuckled. "Why the fuck is your ass still actin' like you didn't already tell me this shit 'fore we even hit the goddamn road--?"

  "'Cause I had time to think and be pissed about it along the way. Fuck!" He slammed his helmet onto the handle of his bike and grunted. "All the white-hot tender pussy out there just waitin' for my tongue and cock, motherfucker -- just fuckin' waitin' for it. Jesus goddamn Christ." He looked across the street as spotlights from around every corner of the campus shined across the top of every building, then jumped from his seat like an irate child and stepped to a nearby tree. "I am pissed. As. Fuck." He unzipped his pants and removed his cock to relieve himself at the base of the tree trunk. "I'm gonna need a goddamn drink or ten to soften my cock 'fore headin' the fuck back outta here tonight if I can't get it sucked by a bitch lookin' to swallow me fuckin' whole." Xavier eyed him with a snarl as he shoved his cock back into his pants. He arched his brow and made a face at his brother while reaching for a joint from the inside of his cut. "What the fuck, asshole?" He placed the joint on top of his tongue and lit the tip with a match, then turned his head to blow out the smoke. "Why the fuck are you starin' at me like I've got a giant cock comin' outta my asshole?"

  He shrugged. "You think some young bitch on that campus would want that nasty goddamn thing inside her mouth after what the fuck you just did with it out here?"

  "Young bitches want cock." Scooter bent forward and opened his arms. "And I had to take a goddamn piss."

  "Yeah, and no bitch wants that piss inside her goddamn mouth -- young or fuckin' old."

  "There's some into that shit." He clamped his joint between his lips while readjusting his pants. "Your ass would be surprised by how many take that shit down the throat like warm tequila."

  "I don't wanna fuckin' know anymore than what your ass just said." He got
up from his bike and walked to the edge of the lot. He combed his fingers through every strand of his hair and cautiously scanned his eyes across what he could see of the campus from where they stood. "That motherfucker said this shit was 210 acres?"

  "Yep. Damn near the size of Pink." Scooter snickered and stepped next to him. "We're at the back. From what Tech showed us on the map, a library is straight ahead. To the left of it are some of those co-ed dorms and to the right are all those small dick frats." He stopped to grin. "Sororities ain't too far off from 'em. The colleges are mixed in somewhere between and their University Center is clear across the other side." He reached into his pocket for his cell and scrolled through his notes. "Son of a bitch said there's at least six basic ass parties happenin' in the co-ed dorms that let you in without givin' a fuck if you're a student 'cause motherfuckers are hopin' for outside pussy."

  "We ain't got pussy with us."

  "We got enough cock to bring more of it in." He winked and bobbed his head. "Think we should start roamin' around these assholes in the meantime to see how much they're dealin' out in the open, then work ourselves around to other areas."

  Xavier eyed his brother with a glare, then turned ahead and nodded. "Alright, yeah." He shoved his hands into his pockets and darted across the street with Scooter close behind. "Let's head up."

  After reaching the library's parking lot, Scooter ripped his joint from his mouth and leaned against a giant light pole. "Jesus goddamn Christ." A flurry of students rushed past with questionable glances but remained to themselves as he huffed and puffed like an out of breath bear chasing fish. "I've had easier time catchin' stolen pussy than climbin' up that goddamn hill -- fuck." He tossed his joint into a nearby flowerbed, covering it with dirt, and bent forward to rest his hands on top of his knees.

  Xavier peeked at those around them as they hopped into their cars and peeled from the lot without questioning what the hell they had just seen and heard, then swiped his hand across his mouth to hide a laugh that was bound to come spilling out as the seconds ticked. "That shit was barely a goddamn hill, motherfucker."