Valerie woke up, tired and sore in a good way. Her pussy felt raw from a night of hardcore passion. She needed a night alone with her Massa. The start of a new work week always brought out the worst, and no way would she start off without a sexually euphoric high to keep her morale up. Soft, ebony lips pressed softly against an ivory forehead before she slipped out of bed. Nik remained asleep next to her, still dead to the world.
She always went to the high school earlier than anyone else due to the amount of paperwork she had to burn through each and every day. The secretary left the new business in a basket located atop a table behind her office desk. Thumbing through the never ending mountain of dead trees were various reports: disciplinary, budgetary, professional development requests, and staff complaints to name a few categories.
"What gets to be the first report I spy with my little eye for the start of this wonderful work week," she commented aloud sarcastically. "Fighting in the toilet stalls between two seniors. Great, the women's toilet stalls. I'll need to have a sit down meeting with them today."
The next paper looked budgetary, making her groan in frustration.
"Request to take the science class to the downtown aquarium. Bus needed and substitute to cover other classes for the day. Important...Yeah, aren't they all...Denied. Even if I wanted to, we don't have the budget for that."
Valerie spent the next hour going through the stack as best she could, hoping to make any kind of dent. The tall pile looked endless, like trying to dam a river by tossing in random stones. Even if one or two managed to stick, eventually they'd all get washed away and the builder would need to start from scratch. Grabbing her coffee cup, she walked out of her office to see the secretary shuffling in.
"Morning, Principal Weiss. Feels like winter will soon be upon us. I hate the cold," she commented.
Built like a square, the administrative office had a rudimentary feel. A long counter-desk met anyone walking through the door. Old, badly worn chairs awaited any guests to relax while waiting for an appointment. At the far end of the counter led to the inner workings, the principal's office, a filing room, a photocopy room, and a vacant vice-principal's office.
For two months Valerie had an ad out to fill the position but no one bit, not even some rookie fresh out of school with an admin degree. At the current burnout rate, some days she felt like hiring any random janitorial applicant with a pulse just to shove her giant stack of papers their way to fill out.
"You've got a meeting with the district superintendent at 9am, Ma'am," the secretary announced as Val loomed over the photocopier.
"When did that happen?" she asked, surprised.
"Last minute right after you left. He said it was extremely important and could not wait."
"Didn't I have a meeting with a parent at that time?"
"Yes, one of the cheerleader's parents in to complain about gloryhole rumors."
"Call the parent and re-schedule that appointment to whatever block I have free today, thanks. If someone calls, I'll be back soon. I need to get more coffee from the staff room. I feel like I'm going to need it."
The secretary nodded and went about her business, answering a phone suddenly ringing.
Outside in the hallways of her school, she saw the fresh graffiti sprawled over the lockers. No matter how hard the janitors tried to scrub them clean, some new scrawl got put up the next day.
"Principal Weiss, I'm glad I caught up with you," a loud voice called out.
"Good morning, Miss Mo'neesha. I'm on my way to the staff room. What can I do for you?"
"We need to talk about the exams. I still have not received a copy of Mr. Knight's exam. I don't like his lack of punctuality."
"Mr. Knight is partnered up with Mrs. Jackson and she is his mentor to help him adapt to the school. Why would you need to see his exam, you're not in the social studies department?"
"I am in charge of examinations. I heard disturbing rumors about what he teaches in class, filthy smut he is filling our student's minds with. I wanted to make sure he was on the up and up. I don't want the press getting any sniff of a juicy story."
"Filthy smut? He is a history teacher. What smut is there in teaching the students world capitals and Christopher Columbus?"
Valerie cocked an eyebrow, completely confused by the random attack on Nik's teaching content.
"I got talking to some of the others on staff and they are concerned he is becoming a bad role model for the kids and their impressionable minds. All that violence will only encourage our students to follow suit. Monkey see, monkey do."
"If I was 100% certain Mr. Knight perpetrated and directly caused the violence he got involved with, I'd have canned his ass. Do I need to remind you he saved a student from getting beaten and potentially raped?"
"I doubt they'd have raped her. I hear she sells herself anyways."
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that, Miss Mo'Neesha. I'm really quite busy. Is there anything else of importance before I refill my coffee?"
"I need my request for a field trip approved by the end of the day. I have front row seats for my advanced English class to attend the next outdoor theatre production of Oliver Twist."
"When did you hand it in?" Valerie asked.
"Yesterday afternoon."
"It is in the pile. How much will it cost?"
"A bus, a substitute, tickets, popcorn, soda..."
"Request denied. We don't have the cash to spend on buses and going to take the kids to see a movie. You have my permission to bring in a DVD and they can buy their own snacks while watching it."
"But this is a cultural event. As a fellow sister I'm dismayed you'd not want to support the all-black production of Oliver Twist."
"I turned down one of the science teacher's request to go to an aquarium and that was cheaper than your outing."
"The previous principal always signed off on my requests. He was a true man of culture."
"Well I'm not the previous principal, Miss Mo'Neesha," Valerie snapped back. "The DVD will cost you $20. Bring the receipt and I'll take it out of the book budget. Anything else?"
"Student council informed me of a fund raiser they plan on performing. A school dance. President Tyson asked for Mr. Knight not to attend. He does not feel safe with him chaperoning the event, and does not want any trouble from the school gangs."
"You know what; I can accommodate that request easily. I'll ask Mr. Knight not to get involved if it'll make everyone happy."
"It definitely will, Principal Weiss. That is all I have right now. I will need to discuss the midterms with you soon though," she commented with a devious look on her face.
"Book an appointment with the secretary."
Miss Mo'Neesha scurried off to her classroom. Valerie let out a soft sigh, finally able to head to the staff room for her morning coffee. A couple teachers were already inside, chatting and brewing a fresh pot as she arrived. They greeted her, one of them being the new substitute.
"Morning, gentlemen, you're here bright and early," she said as she walked towards the fridge for some milk.
"Got nothing better to do, Miss Weiss," Mr. Green answered.
He looked absolutely defeated, and his curly hair already turned grey despite being in his early 40s. He wore a flannel top and overalls, proper attire for the woodworking class.
"You can always build a birdhouse with all the extra lumber. I won't complain if it helps spruce the place up," she smiled, trying to motivate him.
"If we lived in the boondocks, sure," Mr. Green replied.
