Fair warning to you, dear reader:
This chapter has no sex, and barely any explicit content at all. I plan to make that up to you in the next chapter, which will wrap up The New Principal. It will also come much more quickly than this one has. Thank you for your patience and the kind notes of encouragement you have been sending. They mean so very much to me.
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I expected the next week to be strange, and I was not disappointed.
It seemed that everyone was walking on eggshells. Even those who didn't know what was going to happen acted like they could feel the tension. Those who were in the know were particularly and visibly anxious. I saw Jennifer in the office, and counter to the poise she always used to display, she seemed flustered, shuffling papers and rocking back on her chair. I wanted to go and try to calm her down, but I knew that would be a bad idea.
In the halls, I ran into members of the Dionysian Club. Some seemed excited, as if they were ready for a big match at the end of the week. Others were less confident. Deborah Xu gave me a sly wink when I ran into her. They all seemed to have faith in us. I wondered if they really understood the danger that they had agreed to face.
I didn't see Veronica or Kimberly, which was probably for the best. Veronica was still playing her role well, acting like she had taken the chemical concoction that turned poor Lynn into a submissive husk. She had been consistent in showing me utter disdain whenever we saw each other. I knew it was an act, but I have to admit that it was tough to handle for me.
Kimberly was working on the inside as well. She was in charge of swapping the vials containing the serum for vials of water. That way the girls that were supposed to be sold off would take a harmless sip of water instead of a mind-altering concoction. Kimberly and the Xu twins were holding small secret meetings with the Dionysian Club members, telling them what to do and training them how to act as if they had been drugged, using Lynn's actions as a model.
I had to assume all that was going well, because I didn't have any way to get in touch with Kimberly, and the hallway or classroom wasn't the place to corner one of the twins for a discussion. Kimberly did pass me one note via our class monitor. Suzy, who preferred to be called Susan when she was in her class monitor uniform and not tongue-deep in her classmate's pussy, seemed utterly without doubts.
The note said simply: "Last moment to back out. If swap goes well, I will send word Friday morning."
So, I really didn't have anything I could do but keep up my act. I was supposed to be panicked about my losing my job and generally cowed by Principal Sten's oppressive regime. All I needed to do was fade into the background and not draw any attention. Easy to say, but surprisingly hard to do, except the panicking part. I was pretty good at showing that authentically, I think.
All week long it felt like I was on a caffeine drip. My every-other-day runs into the forest became daily, but that didn't help. I was jumpy and short-tempered, and I wasn't getting much sleep at all. I just lay there on my back in the bed staring at the ceiling thinking of all the things that could go wrong.
My main worry was about the vials. If Kimberly wasn't able to make the swap, all of the girls who had been working in the spa would be... Well, if the serum hadn't been improved, they would be that they turn out like Lynn, I supposed. She was basically a zombie. Her personality was in there somewhere, but nothing of her surfaced in action. She was a pliant, utterly passive lump. I'm sure there were plenty of people willing to buy girls like that, but my real worry was that if Sten was able to improve the serum, she might be able to make the girls into eager and willing little sex toys. And I was sure that Sten would get a fortune for that kind of product.
I knew I was a huge hypocrite about this, but when I used the trick with someone, I really did do everything I could to make sure that no one was doing anything they didn't genuinely want to do. I could see into their deep selves and there were even a couple times when I was shut out. Kimberly was a great example. She had powerful self-control, and before she was ready to be with me, she resisted, and was able to kick me out of her mind.
It wasn't just the Svengali trick of staring into their eyes. I'm not delusional enough to dismiss that I seemed to be having a bleeding effect on people. Even when I wasn't turned on, people reacted to the trick subtly. The entire campus was a lot hornier than it was before I got here, and I knew I was the cause. But I was convinced that the natural state of young people is horny. I was just bringing that out.
But that was only one worry. If they got the serum instead of the water placebo, there was no telling what would happen. But Kimberly was on that, and she'd ever failed me before.
There were a dozen problems that the buyers could cause. Would some idiot bring a gun or heavies to rough folks up? Even if the cops and Tess' folks did show up, we were not designed for muscle.
And then there was Tess. We were all gambling on her being on the level. She said she was kind of FBI, but not really, whatever the hell that actually meant. The women I knew back at my old school didn't seem like a cop at all, but I suppose that's part of the job to seem different to different people. When she snuck into my house she seemed a bit more the part, but who knew?
Then there were questions of logistics, and gathering people afterward, questions of the girls that weren't in the Dionysian Club and so didn't get training, questions of what Sten's reaction would be when she realizes we're moving on her... So many questions to keep me from getting a good night's sleep.
And nothing I could do but wait.
Even though I was staying in and not roaming around the town, it was clear that the Wednesday ferry brought in some supremely sketchy-looking characters that were new to the town. I saw some of them hovering around the spa during the day, looking almost stereotypically gross. One in particular stood out, a big guy, tall but fat, too. He wore a heavy black well-tailored suit with a black tie, but it was the blocky, wrap-around dark sunglasses and the patchy scruff of beard that really sold the look. I wouldn't have been surprised to see one of those giant block-of-metal watches on his wrist. He looked like he had a lot of money, but didn't know what to do with it. He was just a big bag of wealth and sloth.
There were others around town that were certainly less conspicuous, but it was impossible to be hidden in a town our size. Everyone knew each other at least by sight, and any newcomer, even the regular tourist variety, was fair game for examination and speculation. In some ways, these other people were more disturbing. It's like the old bit from the movie: "Where's your Halloween costume? This is my costume. I'm a homicidal maniac. They look just like everybody else." There were several people in town that looked way too much just like everyone else for comfort.
Thursday afternoon, I nearly broke character. I was coming home from work and moving with a purpose because I wanted to check Wednesday's film from the campus and spa cameras. Maybe I could see something about the newcomers that would help.
Turning the corner on the sidewalk to my street, I nearly ran smack into Trooper Moore.
He had been looking across the road and I had been distracted.
"Mr. Lee. I, uh... Hello."
I glanced around nervously, wishing that I had even an ounce of cool.
"Trooper Moore. Ah... How is Trooper Pine?" The words sounded beyond stilted in my mouth.
He stared at my averted eyes, a bit puzzled.
"He's okay. He's back on the beat." He paused. "He'll be working this weekend, just like all of us."
