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The story begins in September 2008 as the financial crisis unfolds, and is set in Bel Air, California. Professor Nekane Lauretta walked briskly across the University of Southern California quad. She adjusted the stack of philosophical texts under her arm, her tailored navy blazer and pencil skirt clinging to her athletic frame, a professional armor that felt increasingly like a cage. At 34, she was a Basque beauty, with long, thick blond hair tied back in a sleek ponytail, piercing blue eyes, and a presence that turned heads.
Nekane turned toward the music, a deep, rhythmic pulse, a primal beat. The sound of Zulu drums rolled across the quad like a summons. The drums carried power, a force that tugged at something deep within her as if they were calling her name in a language she did not understand. At that moment, the vision of the black stud from her dreams flashed before her, but now as a Zulu Warrior. She shook her head and looked at the open window of the music department's cultural class.
Nekane took a tentative step toward the music building, drawn by the rhythm as if it were a physical force. The drums seemed to speak of something ancient, something wild. She stopped and turned back, looking at her watch. She is heading to the opening football game and decided to leave early to beat the traffic. Personally, she was not a fan — she hated how it glorified brute force.
The late September sun cast a molten golden haze over Crestwood Academy's football field in the heart of Bel Air, where the elite of Los Angeles's wealthiest burbs were gathered to watch their champions warm up for the big game. Nekane stood near the sidelines. She was there at her husband's insistence, Gutxi Hortz IV, head of the board of trustees, who insisted on her coming to the season's first game with him. She had avoided attending for three years, but Gutxi increased the pressure because of the team's great success, which made this season a big deal with important people.
Gutxi was ever the social conformist. The team hopes to become state champions for an unprecedented fourth time. The remarkable success started when some black jock became their QB, and he was the center of so much excitement — that did not interest her. She saw a banner with the number 10 — Victory. "Yes, the black jock's name is Victory." Nekane thought to herself. "Why do people make such a big deal over football players?"
Her marriage to Gutxi, a man more consumed by legacy than love, left her yearning for something raw and alive, a touch that could ignite her, a gaze that could see her. Like most men in her life, Gutxi placed her on a pedestal, treating her as a trophy to be admired rather than a woman to be known, his worship of her beauty and status a hollow gesture that left her deeper desires untouched. She struggled with an ever-increasing sex drive and the desire for a baby. Gutxi had a low sex drive, and his low sperm count resulted in no baby in 12 years of marriage.
Nekane had arrived before Gutxi. She walked toward the field, rather than directly to the VIP stands. The stadium was still largely empty, just a trickle of early arrivals. Out of boredom and curiosity, she approached the sidelines, and her breath caught because of the striking ebony vision. Johnny Victory was there, warming up, shirtless under the late afternoon sun, a vision of raw, masculine power that struck her like a physical blow.
His dark skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, every muscle large, powerful, and ripped. A body even better than her fantasy black lover. She felt her body react and tried to suppress it, but it spread through her body and invaded her mind. Especially as her eyes fell on the incredible shape of his butt! "How endowed is he?" she suddenly thought, but tried to brush it off.
Johnny turned with a cocky smile. He straightened, unabashed by his state of undress, his confidence as palpable as the heat radiating from his skin, a magnetic force that drew her in despite every warning screaming in her mind. Johnny's eyes met Nekane's, and she turned, blushing. "He caught me!" She thought, embarrassed.
Nadia, a pretty cheerleader and Johnny's friend, noticed Nekane's gaze. With a playful grin, she approached Nekane. "Hey there! You seem to be
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