The two girls sat side by side in the Principal's office, the room filled with a deathly silence. Their faces were like thunder, the one marked with a bloody scar where the fingernails of the other had connected during their skirmish in the grounds outside. The man they were waiting on sat behind the opposing desk. He was well built, sharply dressed and certainly not the person that had been expected as they had shuffled into the room, their burly shepherds departing at the door with their duty fulfilled. It was a spacious and predominately empty room that generated the impression that the sense of openness was intended to intimidate, a function that it was undertaking most admirable as the seconds dragged by. The only sound was that of the man's pen as it moved across his paperwork. After another minute's worth of writing, he paused, sighed and looked up slowly at the two females sat in their college uniforms opposite.
'Denise,' he said looking to the one with the scar, 'I've been briefed on your version of events. Go visit the nurse and have her look at your face.' The blonde-haired girl stood, scowled and stomped towards the door. It slammed shut in her wake.
'Selene,' he stared at the defiant expression across his desk. 'This is not the first instance to reach this desk since your recent arrival at our institution,' he commented. 'Your choice of attire for example,' he stood and rounded his desk to better take in the measure of the seated twenty-one year, 'leaves a lot to be desired.' His eyes dropped of their own accord to the stretch of her shapely legs that ran on all the way to the short span of her plain black skirt.
She refused to acknowledge the direction of his gaze whilst all the while knowing where his eyes were lingering. Slowly, she started to part her legs, still looking straight ahead over the empty desk. Her panties were absent, the exposed view on hand that of her naked and shaved pussy.
'Is that meant to impress me?' asked the Principal. The pitch of his voice remained the same with no indication that he had been stirred by the sight of her exposed cunt. 'This isn't a movie set,' he added, 'and it's not like I've not seen similar before.'
'Smug bastard,' Selene thought, 'but it wasn't the sight of my pussy that was intended to shock you,' and with that, she started to pee. From her pussy slit shot a spraying arch of hot piss, flowing from her cunt as a fast-moving fountain to splatter messily over the office carpet. She kept on looking straight ahead, knowing full well that she was safe from any reprisal given the identity of her father. She was expecting an outburst of disgust or anger, or both yet the Principal remained where he was, just off to her side, calming taking in the sight of her spraying pee fountain as she desecrated his office carpet with her hot piss. A damp stain was growing outwards as the material hungrily accepted her slightly yellow rain, the impact point of her piss stream sending droplets of pee dancing into the air. The office was filled with the soft, steady hiss and patter of her peeing, her toilet midway spent.
'I'll admit,' said the Principal calmly, 'that you are the first girl to take that particular approach. Is this a turn on for you, your potty antics?'
Selene ignored him, her anger rising. How dare he not be offended by her actions?
The Principal moved calmly back to his desk, opening a drawer and reaching inside. Selene mentally cursed his calm indifference even as she reached the end of her pee. With her toilet done, she closed her legs, hiding the sight of her pussy. At her feet remained the damp stain where she had just relieved herself.
'You may think, Miss Gomez, that your crimes can go without punishment due to, shall we say, your family's standing within the community, but I want you to know that at this facility all actions have consequences.'
Selene refused to answer, turning, at last, to stare haughtily at the man behind the desk. He appeared more of a corporate lackey, she thought, all pristine and well-tailored, his expensive suit no doubt an indulgence from a hefty pay-packet bolstered from the likes of her father and the other families whose spoilt brats attended this drab university.
'Maybe I'll piss in your drawer next time,' she offered sullenly.
'Oh, I think not Miss. Gomez,' he retorted with a slight hint of a smile that vanished as quickly as it had appeared. For a moment, Selene wondered what it would be like to fuck him, having his hard prick rammed home inside her pussy as she rode him into a sweaty climax. Maybe then, he would treat her with a bit of respect. There was no denying his handsome, sharp cut features or piercing blue eyes but she felt no attraction, only contempt because he should know his place beneath her just like everybody else at this god-forsaken hole.
He moved away from the desk, an object hidden behind his back as he strode from around his desk. She altered her gaze to follow his movements, sneering with contempt.