Summary: In 1970, a black teen turns white racist principal.
Note 1: Thanks to NO NAME, who requested this story.
Note 2: All characters are at least 18 years old.
Note 3: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, and Robert for editing
All White School BLACKED
Principal Jones sighed. It had only been three weeks since she had, oh so reluctantly, allowed three black girls into her heretofore all white private school for girls. A school that was very expensive to attend, which had always meant they accepted only the
crème de la crème
of the students submitting applications. Which in effect meant that young ladies of colour need not apply (any colour, except that girls with a California tan were waved through without incident). It was also a seniors only school, restricted to students in their final year of high school.
This school was not only the most prestigious in America, but it also had a dozen plus young ladies from across the world attending... mostly diplomats' children.
Yet it was 1970, and the black Equal Rights movement had been slowly corrupting America, except that her school had been immune to integration because of the excessive cost of tuition. Until three weeks ago.
Damn!
The school's curriculum was designed to prepare women to become leaders in society once they'd completed college, or to marry men of prestige, or ideally, first one and then the other. The success rate was incredible, with alumni in positions of authority throughout the world... often just based on who they married, and how skilled they were in manipulating their husbands.
Men always assumed they were the ones who ran the world, and on a smaller scale the one who controlled their own household... but women were trained here, and later in elite affiliate colleges, how to manipulate men into doing what their wife wanted them to, without even knowing they weren't the ones making the decisions.
Partly psychology, the rest feminine (and hence sexual) wiles.
Unfortunately, a major contributor to the school, actually the largest and most consistent contributor, a dowager named Cindy Chambers (an informal dowager, having no title but more money than God), insisted on their admitting three girls of her choosing to join the second semester, under the threat of her reversing all her recent contributions, and giving no money in the future. This demand was unheard of, as they had only once before allowed a student to enroll in the second semester in the school's entire 150-year history, and that had been the daughter of a current Vice President of the United States.
Although Principal Jones had endeavored to convince Mrs. Chambers this was a bad idea, especially once she learned all three girls came from less than privileged upbringings, the long-standing benefactress insisted, making it clear that, in her view, the school needed to be on the cutting edge of social change, and not plodding along reacting to it... which, of course, was very hard to argue against without sounding racist.
And thus, alas, when the second semester began in January, for the first time ever, three black girls became part of the 1970 class of Wellington Private School.
One of the girls, Zehra, appeared to be the principal reason for Mrs. Chambers' decision. Her mother was Mrs. Chambers' maid, and apparently she had somehow triggered Mrs. Chambers' astonishing advocacy. She had been, in previous discussions over the past ten years, completely against the civil rights movement. She not only had a black maid, but also a black cook and a black chauffeur but... of course... no black friends. In truth, her insistence on ending the traditional segregation at the school came as a major shock. At first Principal Jones thought it was a joke, and had literally laughed out loud at the request, before the dowager's sudden frosty demeanour made her realize it was far from jocular. She then assumed it was a pity project, which perhaps it was. Regardless, these girls were here to stay.
Zehra was a very opinionated and brazen girl, the way Principal Jones envisioned most uneducated blacks. She had been a handful to all of her prior teachers... the only positive being that she was a pretty good basketball player, who helped make the team more competitive.
The second new arrival was Zehra's best friend Sahara. She was the keeper of the three. A basketball state all-star in both her sophomore and junior years. She and Zehra had made their high school team a serious threat for the first time since the late 1940s.
Wellington won their first four games with the two recent additions to their starting lineup, including... icing on the cake... their trouncing their archrival private school Juniper Private Academy by twenty points in back to back games (a team they hadn't beaten since before Principal Jones had become principal).
The third black girl was a large young lady known as Big Josie (yes, this was Big Rosie's mom). She was often a bit abrasive, and given the advantage of her large frame was incredibly confident, but nevertheless there was no doubt the ringleader of the three close friends was Zehra.
And although she couldn't prove it, Principal Jones had a hunch that all the strange unexpected actions done by some of her students were somehow connected to the three black girls' arrival.
For example three days into the new semester, Haley Hamilton, whose father was the CEO of a major (in international terms) oil company, and who was a member of the basketball team who had initially vigorously protested the addition of the two black girls to the team at the last minute (the team had supposedly been finalised in December), was caught masturbating in her chemistry classroom with a marker... a black marker.
The following week Becky Walton, the daughter of a senator from Alabama, her dad well known for fighting integration tooth and nail, was caught sucking off a black janitor in his storage closet when she was supposed to be writing a test.
A couple days later, Daphne McGee, daughter of the mayor of New York, and Zelda Hapsburg, daughter of the man who would have been King of Austria had the monarchy not been relinquished in 1918, were caught in a 69 out in the garden... in clear view of the Principal's office. Which could not been by accident, although both girls swore that they hadn't realized where they were.
Lastly, yesterday all three girls had altered their traditional school uniforms, which was a white embroidered blouse with the school crest, a plaid skirt that went down to the knees, and either black, blue or beige pantyhose, which was the single accessory the girls could choose for variety.
Yet three heretofore good girls, sweet girls who had never gotten into any sort of trouble at all, all three members of the prestigious debate club, came to class wearing shortened plaid miniskirts, and stockings held up by scandalously visible garters. On top of that, they were all wearing red stockings... a colour that clashed completely with their traditionally coloured black and blue skirts.
Principal Jones interrogated each of these girls in her office individually, disciplined them with the paddle when they wouldn't explain why they'd altered their outfits and broken the dress code, watched them all cry, seemingly mortified by their actions, and yet not one of them would tell her why.
It appeared obvious to Principal Jones that this was all the work of a single bully. A puppet master who was pulling these girls' strings from behind the scenes. Every year had at least one bully, but they usually turned out to be harmless and easy to crush. The fact that each one of these...
situations
, as she called them... had occurred after the arrival of the black girls, made it pretty obvious that the pot stirrer was one (or more) of three specific girls.
Principal Jones knew she had to crush this insurrection before it got out of hand, or to throw herself onto the mercy of parents who had paid ridiculously good money to send their daughters here. Knowing the culprit had to be one of the black girls, her money was on Zehra, who was obviously the leader of this small 'from the hood' group.
So Principal Jones had her secretary summon Zehra to her office via the loudspeakers in all the classrooms, to participate in a very one-sided discussion that would almost certainly include her notorious paddle. Which was part of her intimidation tactics... everyone in the school knew that Zehra Jordan was being summoned to the principal's office to be disciplined
But Zehra was far from intimidated. She walked into the Principal's outer office enthusiastically. She'd already turned a dozen of her white peers into pussy licking pets for her and her two friends... and was now pondering which dumb bitch racist teacher she should turn first... but deep down, she knew if she wanted to take charge of this school, she'd need to start at the top, by taking down the top dog.
Zehra had played her game very patiently so far. Excelling in her classes, openly respecting her teachers, even though they mostly didn't seem to respect her or her two close friends, and following all the rules.... while behind the scenes she was working with her two friends to systematically seduce every girl in the school.
