Principal Carl Manley sat at his desk eyeballing Piper Cherry's check for twenty grand and one cent. He had to chuckle over that penny, her sense of humor was one of the things that attracted him enough to hire her. Fuck that... it was her Porn star perfect body and her desire to flaunt it. With his voyeuristic tendencies next level stalker Carl had all the power he needed her to help inspire and mold many of his staff. Over the last two to four years, he had hired some worthy talent but there was always room for improvement. Just since employing the Counsellor his dream was coming true in the form of Mimi Alexander. The mousey sweetheart was coming out of her mouse house far more than she had been. Having no friends really Piper and Josie McKellen had drug her out of her trap and had resuscitated her. She still needed work to be in Piper's class but there was definitely hope. After his recent talk with Squeaky Carl discovered that her submissive desires only added to his expectations. If he only knew what she was doing on her own. Just ask the Nashville Police Department. Knowledge forthcoming!
Truth be told all he had to do was look over camera footage during lunch and he might have realized Mimi's evolution. Of course, with the swarm of bodies blocking Piper Cherry in her being eaten out in the courtyard, he might have missed Mimi as well. He would grumble over it once he did know. At least she was back to work having only taken a half a day to go shopping for new dresses. He was aware of quite a lot within school but not everything beyond its borders with the outside world. Musing over the fact Mimi mentioned the movie Fifty Shades of Grey he opened his laptop in favor of doing a search on it. How a voyeur could overlook such material was uncalled for. He needed to know.
Piper's check stashed in his wallet for safe keeping until his son Jesse could drop by and take it to the bank, he uploaded scenes from the first movie. Bored at first until he saw Dakota Johnson being dominated, he sat up straight. "Looks a bit like Josie. Even more like Mallory Unger though. Stunning either way. Sad, I see the name Dakota and feel the need to punish Josie's daughter for her behavior. I'm probably letting young Miss McKellen get away with more than I should. Who knows what I'm missing in the blind spots where the cameras aren't active? Hmmm? I wonder what Jesse can tell me about Dakota. When I called him to bail out the teachers he was at Piper's with her nephew and the McKellen twins. Maybe he overheard some of her antics. I really worry for Josie, that kid is becoming her. Slowly but surely!"
Bondage parts in the movie drew Carl in the more he watched. As a former Drill Instructor with deep dedicated connections that always had his back, he knew very well what being superior was all about. Some of his female cadets back in the day made for interesting toys. What Carl knew about was definitely confidential if it meant they coming to his aid should it be required. Top brass overstepping their ranks had cadets under their rule. Some of those girls were into it, others not so much. While there was a certain amount of guilt in him for what he was privy too, Carl always looked the other way. His own agendas needed to be preserved. Sure, it was hell he being married and loyal to his wife, but control and viewership was innocent enough. Engaging always made him feel badly. Those days were numbered though. He needed more. It was just a matter of when and in what form.
Recalling the day he fisted Josie and Piper alone haunted him, yet at least he didn't put his pecker in either of them. Temptation always present he simply found alternatives. In adopting Mimi as a slave he could mold her into what he would want if he wasn't married. His wife with cancer made him even more determined to be faithful and not fuck others. Never knowing the future of her health he would honor her to the bitter end. A watchful eye was sufficient until...he tried not to think that far ahead.
Bell ringing for another classroom switch Carl decided it better to close his laptop and look busy. Settling back in his seat he observed the students walking by his opened door. Seeing cheerleaders right and left in passing, having heard of their Friday Night orgy he shook his head. "That was some show the field cameras recorded. Good thing they're well-hidden or I don't know if things would have been so aggressive. That Travis Herbert stuff was hilarious, even if unfortunate. I really should call Winslow Hardecker and have him forbid his son Knox from the games. Nothing but trouble! Sad thing is he has followers still within these halls torturing the poor kid. Travis... dare I say it needs to fight back. If he were in my boot camp I'd put him through training hell. Maybe I should... no those days are over."
"Knocker! Knocker!" Carl looked up to see an unexpected redheaded visitor.
"Afternoon Miss Martin. What can I do for you?"
"Why can't you ever call me Tawny? I'm only dating your son." She marched on in and hopped on the edge of his desk.
"Get off!"
"Always do Daddy!" She flipped her tongue at him. "Jesse text me just now saying he was on his way in from the parking lot. Thought I'd grab a smooch before next class... unless... you want to give me a note saying I was called in to see you."
"For Jesse I give you ten minutes after the bell. Nothing more." He reaches over and palms her lower back to slide her off of his desk.
"Hey! I'm telling Jesse you're getting handsy with me."
"Not the first time, won't be the last." He smirked. "You know you like it."
"You really should do it more often. I mean I might be your daughter-in-law someday. Start while I'm young and groom me." She giggled. Carl instantly thought of the movie and Mimi, then of zeroing in on Tawny from the cheerleader scissoring they engaged in last Friday after the Marquette game. Better to not let her know he knew of their antics. She probably already did but had her own secrets. His son Jesse slipped up now and again.
"I hear you and Jesse stopped by Counsellor Cherry's house this past weekend."
"Yep! So much fun. I stayed the night with the McKellen twins. Pizza, movies, skinny dipping."
"Oh yeah? Neighbors see you?"
"Perbert didn't need his telescope." She laughed. "Knox Hardecker watched us from his balcony awhile but after Mace and Angus punched his lights out he shied off. Perbert was so hilarious. He got so drunk he passed out naked by the pool. His mom's big ass boyfriend climbed over Miss Cherry's fence and carried Travis home. Too funny! Man that guy was built!" She flared her eyes. "Big dick! He wore speedos."
"Did I really need to hear that?"
"Come on Daddy? I flirt, you flirt. No harm done. I just feel I can talk to you about anything."
"Including kissing certain girls in my hallway?"
"Nothing escapes you. Which girl are we talking about?" She laughed. "I think I've made out with like ten the last two weeks. Don't worry I'm hooked on your son. I'm not cheating he knows I do it."
"You know I don't care. Just... hell just have fun."
"You know I will."
Looking away from her Carl nods as his son Jesse enters his office. "Sorry it took awhile to get here. Had a huge grocery shopping run for an old woman who lives two blocks from Piper's house. Oh, here!" He reached into his pocket for a bottle of pills, "I stopped by the drugstore for Mom's meds, figured I'd save you the trip." He hurls them over his desk into his father's capable hands. Once free of them Jesse heard the class in session bell and grit his teeth before kissing Tawny.
"She has ten minutes. Make it fast."
"I love how Daddy thinks." Tawny grabbed Jesse and drug him toward the back of his office into Piper's territory. Ten feet at most before she dropped his zipper and had Jesse's dick in her possession. Kneeling she sucked him off while Carl turned away. He might be an extreme voyeur but not when it came to his son. Instead he got up and began to close his door before anyone else intruded. Speak of the Devil!
Piper Cherry in her near transparent white dress danced in circles in the hallway. Watching her swan lake impersonation was humorous as she teased Roger Dundee through his opened Science class door. There it was...skirt up to her waist. Carl smiled and opted to give his son a few private moments, closing the door behind him in silence. Sneaking up behind Piper in Roger's door he put a finger to his lips to keep Roger quiet. Even as Piper fingered herself for Roger's viewing pleasure Roger maintained his classroom lesson on the sly.
Simply hovering there as Piper played Carl eyed his watch as if timing her. Roger wanted to laugh but kept things casual. As Piper moaned at an upcoming climax, she bent forward slightly to control her emotions. Face straining for Roger's inspection, Carl waited for the finale. As soon as she lost juices to the floor Carl stuck a finger in her ass and sent Piper into theatrics. A shrill scream from shock made her stand up straight and move into the classroom. Roger hiding his reaction of laughter paused to welcome his visitor, her dress now covering her thighs. Pussy juice trickling down her inside thighs and wet fingers evidence she was busted, if not understanding why. This class being Sophomore's she turned beet red and fluttered her glossy fingers at his students.
"Who spilled water just outside your doorway? I nearly busted my..." Looking back finding Carl grinning she finished her sentence, "...ASS!" He sniffed his finger just to mess with her. A sneer led Piper to grit her teeth toward the amused students. "CLASS! I meant class! Is this French 101?" The room cracked up.
"To what do I owe... the pleasure?" Roger chuckled.
"Oh you owe me... for no warning." She mumbled. "I'll remember that Morty!" Rick and Morty! Scientist! You get it. "Oooo! You should cover Detention for me."
"Nope! All yours."
"Oh come on..." A begging lure of her beguiling eyes she emphasized her face with her wet fingers.
"On your own." Like she was three minutes ago. Well, save for Carl's interference. Pokey was still outside the door waiting patiently, hands held behind his back as if on guard duty.
Bouncing up and down on her toes with hands clenched before her with a hopeful prayer, the students enjoyed her appeal. Not just that but her skin tone accented through her almost sheer dress. Seeing her breasts dance under her activity only hurt her chances. Roger loving her sneaky teasing palmed her knuckles and whispered, "That would be a ho... no."
"Roooooooooggggggerrrrrrrr!" She slipped to her knees as his hands remained on her grasping hands, it almost appeared as if she were his prisoner. "I neeeed you!" A swift wink to her right at the students she added, "To cover me. Help me out you, guys." Her plea went toward his laughing class.
A boy suddenly took charge and began a chat of, "COVER HER!" Hearing the participation Roger looked toward the ceiling and shook his head. Releasing her hands, she immediately reached up with her palms and planted them on his lower abdomen making it look as if she were ready to unzip his slacks.
