[This is a "what if" scenario in featuring Ms. Feng, from the Kenny and Hypnosis series, and a new main character just for this new series. All characters involved are 18 or older.]
Senior year was supposed to be filled with aspirations for the future and making memories with your friends before the tsunami of real-world responsibilities comes crashing down on you. While he could have been planning things with his friends in his English class, James instead had to go down to the front office.
"Back again, Mr. Smith?" the secretary said, glancing up from her computer.
"Hi, Mrs. Walker. I'm doing great, thanks for asking..." James replied with a worn-out expression.
Mrs. Walker picked up her phone and dialed the Vice Principal's number.
"He's here," she crooned. "... Go ahead."
James walked down the hall and knocked on the last door on the right.
"Come in!" A woman's voice said from behind.
With a sigh, James let himself in and stood in front of the Vice Principal's desk. Vice Principal, Dianne Feng, was the driving force of discipline in the school. Her commanding tone and tact made her the most feared VP in the history of the school. So much so that even the principal never got on her bad side. Although only standing at around 5'2'', she instilled fear into even the most hulking delinquents.
"Mr. Smith, have a seat," he said with a serious tone.
James sat down in his usual spot.
"Are you aware of why I brought you here this time?" she asked him.
"If it's about the printer, I had nothing to do with it," James said.
"That's not what I heard. I heard that you were seen tampering with the paper and now the whole thing won't work!"
"Tampering? I was trying to load in more paper because Mrs. Kleine asked me to!"
"I don't want to hear it. You're constantly in here for more and more bad behavior. Why should I believe you over a teacher?" Ms. Feng said.
As bad as it looked for James, it really wasn't his fault. Ever since he started high school, bad luck seemed to follow him around when Ms. Feng was nearby. Whatever went wrong, she was always there to see the aftermath.
"As punishment, you are to buy more paper for the printer. Now, go back to class and continue to reflect on your actions," Ms. Feng said.
"Fuck off..." James thought to himself.
Although ready to slam the door on his way out, James was slow to get up.
"Just do the usual and I'll be outta here..." he impatiently thought to himself.
Ms. Feng stood up from her chair and turned around to her shelf of cubbies. She bounced up and down on her toes as she reached in deep and high in order to sort her papers out. Her buxom torso caused her suit to inch upwards with each movement while her big ass did the same to her skirt.
"There's no way she doesn't know how she looks when she does this," James thought to himself as he watched her big ass stretch her panties against her black pencil skirt.
Ms. Feng fanned herself with her hand.
"Damn AC still isn't strong..." she said under her breath as she popped the top button of her blouse.
Even though it was for less than a second, James absorbed the sight of Ms. Feng's deep cleavage, nearly spilling out by now, as she turned around to dig through her adjacent shelf before finally leaving.
"Feng leave you half-dead again?" James's friend, Ricky, said after playfully bumping into him in the hallway outside of the office.
"Just about," James replied.
"Hey, look at it this way: she won't be anywhere near us this weekend," Ricky said.
"Hell, yeah! Just me, you, and Jacob, at the beach for the weekend!" James said.
"I still can't believe his parents just straight-up got a room for us at that nice-ass hotel because they didn't want him to have to drive to the beach every day," Ricky said.
"There's not even traffic on the way over there, but I guess his parents don't want their car insurance rates to increase anymore..."
James put behind yet another negative encounter with Ms. Feng and looked forward to the weekend so they could start their spring break creating wonderful memories. Little did he know, that it wouldn't be anywhere close to the memories he had in mind.
*****
"You can't make it?" James repeated.
"Yeah, man. Sorry. My mom's saying we gotta visit family this weekend because my cousin's graduation party got moved-up since she's going out of state for college," Ricky said.
"That sucks, man. At least we have the rest of spring break. What about Jacob?" James said.
"Uhhhhh, he didn't call you yet?" Ricky said.
There was brief silence before Ricky suggested that James call him before hanging up.
"Hey, Jacob. Ricky said I should call?" James said.
"Hey, man. So, uh, I can't make it to the hotel either," Jacob said.
"Fuck, dude! What happened?" James said.
"You're not gonna believe this. We had to park our cars on the street since the driveway's getting redone and a drunk semi driver just smashed right through 'em. Mom and dad don't want me taking a Buber because they're scared I might get kidnapped or something. However, they said you can keep the room since they can't get a refund anyway," Jacob explained.
"Well, I'm already over the bridge, so I may as well stay by myself for the weekend, I guess..." James said.
"That's the spirit. Have fun!" Jacob said before hanging up.
James felt a sense of defeat as his final friend canceled on him.
"I brought all of my games and everything. I guess I can at least see the beach from the hotel while I play online for a couple days..." he thought to himself.
James admired the line-up plazas as he drove down to the hotel. He surprisingly had a painless check-in and made his way up to his room, still not knowing what to do with a room all to himself. In an unusual choice for him, he decided to go down to the hotel pool.
"I did bring my trunks, after all," he thought to himself, looking at his Real Gamurrs brand trunks in his suitcase.
Heading down and going outside, yet another plan was squashed when he saw the sheer amount of people in the various pools.
"Seriously?! We're at the beach, people! Go to the damn sand!" he thought to himself.
At a loss for what he should do next, he looked over at the beachside bar and decided to have a seat. The bartended didn't even entertain the possibility that he could be of drinking age, skipping over him to serve another person. With a sigh, he watched a rerun of a football game on the comically small TV above him. At some point, his attention shifted to the absolute bombshell that sat next to him. Her sunglasses concealed her eyes, but he could just tell that she had a fierce look underneath as she stared at the menu. Her straight black hair hung down to graze her shoulders, and her red and orange floral bikini complemented her curvy figure perfectly. As James was enamored by this stranger, everything changed when she spoke.
"No long islands? What kind of a bar is this?!" The stranger said in disbelief.
"Vice Principal Feng?" James said as an automated response.
The stranger looked over, then lowered her sunglasses.
"James?" she replied.
"Hey, uh, fancy meeting you here!" James nervously said.
"Just my luck. I'm here on a loner's vacation and now my VP's here. She's probably gonna blame me for the menu options..." James thought to himself.
"Yeah, I decided to come to Galveston for the weekend. Too bad this bar doesn't have my favorite drink. Best hotel my ass!"
James felt the familiar duty of trying to make the situation better as he saw a minor scowl cross her face.
"Um, y'know, even though I can't drink, I do know some good places around here that my parents go to," James said.
"You do? Care to show me?" Ms. Feng asked, turning to face him with an eyebrow raised.
"S-Sure! No problem!" James enthusiastically answered.
"Great. Let's head out then. You can drive my car," Ms. Feng said, handing James her keys from her purse.
It didn't sink in until they were at the first bar that James practically asked Ms. Feng out on a date. Several heads were turned as the two walked in. James took pride in letting the patrons' imaginations put the pieces together of what the two's relationship was.
"Hi! Welcome in! What can I get you started with?" the peppy bartender in a floral shirt asked.
"Do you have any long islands?" Ms. Feng asked with her hands on the table and leaning over.
"Of course! Best in the city and I stand by that!" the bartender answered.
"Great! I'll take a tall one to start off!" Ms. Feng said.
James noted the total shift in Ms. Feng's personality. The normally stern, vicious, authoritative figure was now excited with bright eyes. Her drink was out in a short time, to which she eagerly took a long sip from.
"Hoooo-yeah... that's a good fuckin' drink!" she said with a smile.
The bartender tipped his invisible hat then attended to the next customer.
"This drink is awesome! I'm glad you told me about this place!" Ms. Feng said, smiling while sipping her drink.
"I'm just glad you like it," James bashfully replied.
"Sorry I can't get you anything. Even though you're 18, you're still not old enough to drink yet," Ms. Feng said, feeling bad that she couldn't show her gratitude.
"Don't worry about it. Maybe you can take me out for a drink later in life," James said, his eyes going wide at his absentminded suggestion.
"Hmm... I'll think about it," Ms. Feng said, giggling before taking another sip.
James did his best to chat-up Ms. Feng as she made her way through another long island. Not wanting to stop, she insisted on going to another place. James chauffeured for her as he took her to every bar he had recommended with the best drinks. Her conversations got more playful, with her leaning against him on many occasions. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.
"Whoa! I didn't see how dark it is outside," James remarked.
"Yeah, it's night alright. Let's get back to the hotel," Ms. Feng said.
While Ms. Feng was definitely tipsy, she could still keep herself coordinated enough to make it back to the car unassisted, which surprised James when she asked for him to walk her back to her room.
"Here we are," Ms. Feng said as she slid her card key in.
