Author's Notes:

Mature sexual content at the end of the chapter.

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Dimitri once again sat in his chair in the teachers' lounge with his sack lunch and his worn paperback. The semester was almost over and he wasn't looking forward to the rushed last-minute assignments that students would all be turning in to try to beat the buzzer before final grades were posted, but he was excited to see his family over the holiday break.

"Have you given any thought to assigning a different teacher for that class?" Stan Alto almost begged, as he walked into the room with Vice-Principal Petrov and Principal Kirova, "I'm sure there is another History teacher - or even an English teacher - who is qualified to teach it. What about Dimitri, here? I bet he could teach it. He could bring some insight to the subject, what with his not being from the U.S."

Dimitri looked up to see three pairs of eyes locked on him. "What are we talking about?" he asked, his accent unusually thick as he bristled at the somewhat derogatory mention of his national origin.

Alberta Petrov replied, "Mr. Alto, here, was just suggesting that perhaps someone different could teach the new Cultural Literacy course we have decided to offer, in place of his first period world History class. The school board decided that a more world-focused present-day perspective might broaden the students' knowledge better than names and dates that have been drilled into them for the past several years."

"Cultural Literacy? Why would an English teacher be a good fit for that? I'm guessing that there's not any actual literature to do with that course," Dimitri argued.

"Actually," Principal Kirova interjected, "just the contrary. In addition to the geography component and the textbook, the course materials will also include experiential learning through some - rather dry, in my opinion - books written by world travellers about their experiences in some of the larger countries of the world. If you were to teach it, we could probably even have you use Mr. Alto's classroom for the course so that you'd have access to his maps and other resources. And if we were to give you that class, we'd take you away from your world literature class. I know you've been asking to have someone different teach it."

Dimitri honestly hated teaching world literature because it was made up of the most boring books he could have chosen, but he didn't want to step out of one bad situation and into another one. Dimitri's mind began spinning, thinking of books about travelling the world that he had read. "If I were to teach the Cultural Literacy class, would I be able to choose the books?"

"The main textbook was chosen by the school board. But ..." Principal Kirova acquiesced, "any of the experiential books could be replaced, as long as you kept the core curriculum goals defined by the course."

"Done," he said, without a second thought.

"Good," Stan rejoiced, clapping Dimitri firmly on the back, "then I can go back to having my planning period first hour, like I wanted."

"Glad to be of help," Dimitri told him, giving an easy smile, "I think this is a situation where everyone wins."

"It sure is," said Stan, with his grin far too wide for Dimitri's liking.

Remembering that Dimitri needed to make sure Rose was not in his classes, Dimitri put a hand on Vice-Principal Petrov's arm and told her, "Ms. Petrov, may I make an appointment to come see you during my planning period tomorrow? There's something of a personal nature I'd like to discuss with you."

"Certainly, Dimitri," said Vice-Principal Petrov, "and please, once again, call me Alberta."

"Thank you, Ms. Petrov," he blurted out before realizing and correcting to say, "Alberta. It should only take a few minutes."

"No problem, Dimitri," she replied, "have a lovely afternoon and I'll see you then."

Principal Kirova and Vice-Principal Petrov left the lounge with their lunches in hand as Stan sat at the table next to Dimitri with his lunch. Stan had his sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up and was sporting an uncharacteristically dark bruise across his right arm.

"Thanks for taking that class, man," Stan said, "I think I would owe you one for that if it weren't getting you out of the world lit class. You have no idea how much I hate teaching first hour."

"Not a morning person?" Dimitri asked as he eyed Stan's bruised arm.

Stan shrugged. "Not so much that as that I hate dealing with students first thing in the morning. You know how they get. All these crazy pranks."

"Ah," said Dimitri, "Yes, some of them are quite ... spirited, aren't they? Is that what happened to your arm?"

"What? This?" asked Stan, looking at his arm speculatively and poking it gingerly with a finger, "No, this was sparring. I was inspired by your little broken nose incident last month. I've been getting back into some MMA. The woman I was fighting with last night caught me unprepared."

"I thought you said that you never got beat by a woman?" Dimitri asked, "Or has that changed now?"

"I said I got beat by one woman," Stan relived, "And I didn't lose last night; just took me a while to win. She put up a good fight, though. Were you ready for that match with me, now that your schnoz has healed up?"

Dimitri scowled. He hated to hand Stan his ass because he wanted to be on good terms with his coworkers, but he knew that Stan wouldn't relent on asking. "Fine," he said, "Tonight, at my gym. Eight o'clock. I'll email you the address."

"Sounds like a plan, Dimi. Can I call you Dimi?" Stan asked, stealing a carrot from Dimitri's lunch bag.

"I'd really prefer you didn't," Dimitri said, moving the rest of his carrots to the other side where Stan couldn't reach.

"Okay," said Stan with a gleeful smile, "Mitri, it is, then."

Dimitri rolled his eyes.

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"Okay," said Yuri, another MMA trainer at Dimitri's gym, "I want a good clean fight, guys. You know the rules."

Dimitri and Stan both nodded, not taking their eyes off of each other. Stan looked like he wanted to rip Dimitri apart, while Dimitri just wanted to get this over with as soon as possible.

Dimitri added, as an after-thought, just before Yuri blew his whistle, "And be careful of the nose, Stan. The doctor told me that I could re-break it easier right now while it's still healing internally. If it gets broken again, he said that I'd have to miss a few days of school, too."

"Just guard your face, fuckin' pussy," Stan sneared his reply, holding his hands up into fists and spacing his feet out.

Yuri blew the whistle.

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"Damn, Comrade," Rose said as she positioned herself straddled over Dimitri's lap in his living room, applying ice to the bridge of his nose, "Stan really got you, didn't he?"

"Roza," Dimitri said, both chastising her and pulling her core closer to his already hardening manhood, "You know you should call him Mr. Alto. Show some respect, please."

"I'll show some respect when he stops treating everyone like such an asshole," Rose countered with a smirk that Dimitri couldn't see through the ice pack, "I mean, he could have aimed lower instead of breaking your nose again."

"At least I won the fight," Dimitri told her, "That should knock him down a peg or two."

"Speaking of down ..." Rose whispered against Dimitri's ear.

Rose began lightly rocking her quickly moistening center against his thick shaft. She had gotten a ride from Adrian and shown up at Dimitri's apartment the minute she heard that detention was cancelled for the day, still wearing her skirted school uniform, waking him from a sound sleep in nothing but his boxers, and now her thin panties and Dimitri's boxers were the only barrier between them.

"Mmm," she hummed, gently pressing the ice more firmly to his face, "Does that feel good, Dimitri? I can already tell you it feels good to me."

"Fuck, Roza," he replied, pulling her hips more firmly against his hardness with both hands palming her ass, "I don't know if I have ever enjoyed someone icing an injury so much in my entire life."

Rose rocked harder against Dimitri and reached her hand down, toying with the waistband of his underwear.

"Maybe I should just help you take it easy, then, Comrade. Maybe be your naughty nursemaid and give you a full body massage? And I do mean," Rose tugged the waistband open and slid her hand inside, running her thumb over the top of his shaft and spreading the thick fluid leaking from his tip, "full."

Dimitri moaned from underneath the ice pack as Rose continued rocking over his length with her wet heat and massaging the wet head of his manhood. She worked her body back and forth over Dimitri, feeling the hard heat from his body beneath hers and listening to his moans turn to groans. Just as soon as his body seemed to be at the tipping point, Rose stopped and pulled away to stand.

"Roza," he scolded, his face still covered by the ice pack, "Don't tease me, milaya. You know I will make you regret it."

"Oh, Comrade," said Rose, tugging his boxers down to his thighs, "I wouldn't dream of it."

Rose sat her knees back down straddled across his lap again, divested of her panties. "Still think I'm teasing?" she asked as she positioned his tip at her entrance.

"Fuck no," Dimitri replied as she worked just the top of his length inside her wet heat.

Rose kept herself at that height, moving down no further, then pivoted her hips back and forth, squeezing his tip with her inner muscles, knowing this would drive him wild. She kissed along his neck as he leaned his head back against the couch, enjoying her taking control. Rose could feel the ridge right at the top of his crown rubbing against her clit as she slid forward and back against his head and began moaning softly against his neck.

Dimitri nearly embedded the tips of his fingers into Rose's skin as he squeezed her tightly, desperately trying to get deeper inside her.

"Want more?" she breathed against his ear.

"Yes!" he growled.

Rose sat fully down against Dimitri's shaft, taking him all the way inside her, squeezing him tight within her.

"More," Dimitri hoarsely begged from underneath the ice pack when Rose lifted back up again. Eager to please him, she began briskly bouncing up and down on his length, moving as fast as she could.

"Yes!" Dimitri cried out, "Yes, Roza! Yes!"

Rose pumped his length as hard and as fast as she could within her wet walls, bouncing as fast as her thighs would allow. Within moments, she could feel that she was ready to come. Unable to control herself, Rose screamed out her astounding release without words in an uncontrolled, wordless cry.

"Roza!" Dimitri groaned, feeling her inner muscles contracting around his cock. Before Rose could finish her climax, Dimitri was joining her in bliss. "Oh, Roza, you are wonderful and I love you so much."

Rose lightly kissed the tip of his chin and collapsed on top of him, panting out, "I love you, too. So much. So much."

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Author's Notes:

Thanks for your patience on this chapter. My son's unexpected quarantine definitely factored into the timing of finishing up writing that last scene. My plan from now on is to try to have a new chapter posted every two weeks, starting today. If all goes as planned, I'll be posting to Wattpad on Fridays and the other sites the following Monday. Much like other chapters, there was a preview of this chapter posted up on my Facebook page on Tuesday.

Have you ever had a job you hated, like Dimitri did his World Literature course?