Kava Naughty Pt 01

Danielle Parnell was incensed as she pulled her brand-new Bentley GT convertible into the circle drive in front of the prestigious Gonzaga High School in downtown Washington, DC. The comely counselor was outraged both because her son Will, an 18-year-old senior at the boy's only Jesuit-run institution, had been involved that day in some physical altercation (no doubt - fumed the beautiful barrister - at some progressively liberal boy's goading), and because Dr. Eric Bloom - Gonzaga's new head master who until recently been the superintendent of the public school system that served the town in which the Parnell family abode was located - had somehow determined to summon Danielle to the school to address the situation in real time.

As the Managing Partner of SmythKnight, one of the world's largest and most prestigious law firms, Danielle Parnell was not accustomed to being

summoned

- especially by the likes of Dr. Eric Bloom who in Mrs. Parnell's gorgeous emerald eyes was a particularly weak-willed, pathetic little man. Rather, in her world, one of privilege based on meritocracy not the hash-tag affirmative action campaigns of the masses, Danielle

did

the summoning -- especially when it came to men.

Stepping from her nearly quarter million-dollar car by placing one of her towering four and half inch black leather Prada heels onto the sidewalk, the 47 year old mother of three smiled as she caught a glimpse of her spectacular visage - a perfect bland of Keri Russel and Miranda Kerr - in the magnificent machine's sideview mirror.

"Bloom doesn't have any idea what's in store for him," she thought to herself, "nor does whatever cow of a mother with whom I'll no doubt be expected to "make nice" after her miscreant son decided to start a fight with my Will."

The vision of Danielle emerging from her car, along with the solid sound of its massive door shutting behind her, was enough to cause the neck of every male - teacher, father or student - to immediately snap in Mrs. Parnell's direction - and she loved it. Atop her towering heels Danielle was sporting a black stretch-knit Alexander McQueen pencil skirt that sat snugly at the smallest part of her trim waist before flaring out slightly to a fluted hem. It profiled the magnificent mother of three's splendiferous ass perfectly and, with geometric cutouts from mid-thigh downward, gave more than a glimpse of her highly exercised and tan thighs before ending where her leanly muscled calves began. Danielle's ruthless dedication to fitness had provided her the body of women half her age and her spectacular bottom - a perfect peach that seemed etched from marble - along with her incredible legs, were among her most fantastic features.

Tucked into the snug waist of her fashionable skirt the sexy solicitor wore a tight, black, long-sleeved, cashmere Balenciaga sweater, the fit of which profiled her ample breasts perfectly and the crew neck of which permitted all observers a view -- in stark relief against her tanned supple neck -- of the resplendent diamond choker she had chosen to wear from among her fabulous jewelry collection. Her luxurious brown mane - sun-streaked with blond highlights - was blown out perfectly and reached halfway down her perfectly formed back.

To protect them against the sun, Mrs. Parnell's gorgeous emerald eyes were shielded by a pair of mirrored Porsche aviator sunglasses which also permitted her to look disdainfully upon the growing crowd of men and boys who couldn't avert their eyes from her splendor. Although she strove for and was fed by their collective lust, she would never permit them to know that fact. To the contrary, Danielle's highest highs came from "catching" one of these pathetic, horny, losers fawning over her and then calling him out loudly and publicly for his transgression.

"Eyes up here Father Thomas"... "what would your mother think Callum "... and

"your wife is right there Mr. Hess," were only a few of the many barbs that Danielle had hurled at Gonzaga's male population during Will's nearly four years at the school. She simply reveled in using her beauty to attract and humiliate men. In fact, the only thing that brought Danielle Parnell more joy was doing so in front of their wives, girlfriends and mothers because that act - in addition to castigating her pathetic male admirers - likewise made it clear to their spouses, girlfriends and moms how pathetic they were in comparison to the glorious vision that was Danielle - the hags.

"Your men all want to

see

me and you cows all want to

be

me," Mrs. Parnell would purr out of anyone's earshot in these moments - she truly loved herself!

As Danielle pushed open the large oak double doors that led into Gonzaga High School's opulent marble foyer, she was annoyed to encounter Adam Sanin, another 18-year-old senior at the school, one of Will's so-called friends and a teammate of his on the crew team. In the lovely lawyer's mind, there was something about the six foot six inch rower that she could not quite put her finger on that made her like him even less than some of Will's other testosterone filled fellows.

"Be careful where you're walking there Mrs. Parnell," the tall teen offered with more familiarity than Danielle appreciated, "you wouldn't want to step on the seal - it's really bad luck."

At the epicenter of the school's impressive entrance was a rather large circular mosaic that in tiles of purple, gold, white, blue, brown, and red depicted a majestic eagle alighting on a massive granite stone with an olive branch held firmly within its powerful beak and a large cross in one of its tightly closed talons. As school lore had it, walking across the seal could have cataclysmic consequences for the trespasser and there were very few students in recent memory who dared to test the thesis (of course, the consequences for any young charge of the high school would likely amount to no more than JUG (Judgement Under God or detention as public schools called it), but the school had done a great job at - quite literally - putting the fear of God in its students).

Put off both by the boy's overly familiar tone as well as by his thinking he could tell her where she could walk or not, Danielle Parnell reacted in characteristically arrogant fashion.

"I'll walk wherever I please young man," Mrs. Parnell haughtily proclaimed. "In case you've forgotten, it's the largesse of parents like

me

who fund the scholarships that permit children like

you

to attend this school. And while you and

your

mother may tiptoe around some

seal

in the hopes of finding your luck... no doubt to win the lottery... my son and I rely on hard work not superstitions to create ours. Now why don't you run along to class before I let the coach know you've been loitering."

And then, delighted by her rebuke of the humbled high-schooler, whose own humiliation was compounded due to Gonzaga's cheerleaders (constituted by girls from sister school Georgetown Visitation) entering the lobby during his virtual emasculation, Danielle purposefully and smugly strode directly across the Gonzaga seal on her way to see her next target - Dr. Eric Bloom.

"Bad luck indeed," she laughed to herself, "pathetic."

Unbeknownst to the sexy solicitor as she sashayed away in self-satisfaction, Mrs. Emily Duncan had witnessed Mrs. Parnell's shameless mockery of Adam Sanin as had Sister Beatrice Sadlier, one of the few nuns who still worked at Gonzaga and who was escorting Mrs. Duncan to her own meeting with Dr. Bloom. Like Danielle, Emily Duncan had also been requested to come to the school due to

her

son, Calum, having had an altercation with another boy.

"Forgive me Mrs. Duncan," began the octogenarian woman of God, "but that Mrs. Parnell's prideful nature just makes my blood boil. Her lack of respect for the traditions of our school - not to mention the shameful way she dresses and comports herself around these boys - simply shouldn't be permitted to stand."

"I couldn't agree more Sister Beatrice," began Emily Duncan mindful of holding her tongue in front of the old nun about how much she'd really love to see that Parnell tease taken down a few pegs, "but she

is

the President of the Mothers' Guild after all which does require time and dedication to the school."

Choking on her own words while silently thinking that the little show-off also had every man and boy transfixed by her spell, Emily continued, "who knows Sister - perhaps treading over the school seal again today will finally catch up with her."

"That's just an old wives' tale dear," smiled the aged cleric crestfallen, "we tell the boys that to avoid having to incur the costs of cleaning the mosaic as often as we otherwise might. I'm sure Mrs. Parnell won't suffer any bad luck today."

"Unless we make some for her," came a disembodied woman's voice from around the corner that only Emily appeared to hear.

"Oh, hey there Rachel," smiled Mrs. Duncan when she spotted the speaker emerging into the hall.

"Hey Em, and hello Sister," responded Rachel Miras, the mother of a recent Gonzaga graduate and perennial high school prankster - Billy Miras - who was in town to see her daughter Sharon, one of the Georgetown Visitation cheerleaders - perform at the day's scheduled pep rally.

"Why hello Mrs. Miras," Sister Beatrice politely responded while looking anxiously at her watch. "Mrs. Duncan, if you think you can find your own way to Dr. Bloom's office, I should really take my leave to help set up for the pep rally."

"Of course, Sister," responded Emily Duncan, "and thanks as always for your help."

As Sister Beatrice Sadlier ambled away, Emily's thoughts turned immediately from the old woman's kindness to Rachel Miras' soon to be prophetic words.

"What exactly did you mean 'unless we make some for her' Rachel," asked Calum's mom excitedly, "and what's that black string in your hand?"