Chapter Seven -- Busted
It was early May, about five weeks after Barbie, a secretary in the high school's front office, had joined the list of those taking sexual liberties with Ms. Virginia Lee, the school principal. Ironically, instead of adding more confusion to an already crowded affair, the emergence of Barbie actually tended to stabilize things.
For the first time in months, Ms. Lee was no longer worried about her 'special students' coming into her office at school and taking liberties with her. Barbie had put an immediate stop to that, refusing to let any of the guys into the principal's office. Now, the only liberties taken on her during the school day were taken by Barbie herself and were restricted to the insertion of two small vibrating bullets -- one in her pussy and one in her ass. Barbie always retained possession of the remote control, turning the bullets on periodically throughout the day, usually at socially inconvenient times for the principal.
Somehow, the rest of the week always seemed to work itself out. The wrestlers -- all except Maurice, who seemed to always be busy with Miss Goodman -- had their time, Barbie had hers. Never did the times overlap.
Everything, in fact, was running about as smoothly as possible, considering. Smoothly, that is, until Brian Bitner came barging into the principal's office one Wednesday afternoon, not even slowing down when Barbie tried to stop him.
He came to a stop in front of her desk and waited. A moment later Barbie rushed into the room, closing the door behind her.
"Just what do you . . ." she started, but Brian cut her off impatiently.
"Shut up and listen," he blurted out. "We've got a problem."
When he had both of their attention, he continued. "I was in study hall today, playing a video game on my laptop instead of studying."
"And you want Ms. Lee to get you out of detention, I suppose," Barbie cut in sarcastically.
"I wish," Brian shot back. "It's far worse than that. It was Mrs. Wallace who caught me, and she confiscated the laptop."
"You mean Brenda Wallace from the school board?" Virginia asked, speaking for the first time since Brian and Barbie had entered the room. "What was she doing in your study hall?"
"Who knows," Brian responded, his exasperation showing. "And who cares. The point is she has my laptop. All of the pictures and videos of you and your sexual escapades are on there. If she snoops around a bit, she's bound to find them."
After several moments of absolute silence, all hell broke loose, with all three of them talking at once and everyone pointing a finger at someone else. It was Barbie who first came to her senses.
"You need to call her, now," she said to Ms. Lee. "See if you can get the computer back. She's only had it a couple of hours. She couldn't have found anything yet."
Ms. Lee was looking up the phone number before Barbie even finished her sentence. A moment later she was dialing the number.
"Hello, Brenda," she said into the phone. "It's Virginia Lee. Listen, I have a request and I wonder . . ." Ms. Lee stopped in mid-sentence, listening to the voice on the other end.
"I see," she said a few moments later and set the phone down in its cradle.
Neither Brian nor Barbie said a word, both knowing exactly how the other side of the conversation had gone. After taking a second to gather her nerves, the principal confirmed their fears.
"Apparently she found something interesting on the computer and will be keeping it for a while. Someone will be getting back to me in a day or so."
* * *
A day or so turned out to be Friday morning, two days later. Virginia was at her desk when the phone call came through.
"Virginia Lee," she said as she brought the receiver to her ear.
"Virginia, this is Brenda Wallace. I think it's time we got together and go over a few things."
'That was certainly blunt,' Virginia thought. But she put her best happy voice on when she responded. "It's 10:30 now. I can be at your office anytime after 11:00, just name the time."
"Actually," Brenda replied. "I thought we would do this a little less formally. How about if I stop by your house tomorrow afternoon, say 2:00 PM?"
"That would be fine. I'll see you then," Virginia said. She laid the receiver back in its cradle and sighed.
She sat there like a zombie, staring off into nothingness, not stirring until she sat up suddenly and spoke out loud. "Why on earth does she want to do this a little less formally? That doesn't make any sense at all!"
Actually, it made perfect sense. And the more she thought about it, the more she understood. She, Virginia Lee, was a scandal; a scandal the school board apparently wanted to avoid. For the first time in two days a small smile crept across her face. Maybe, just maybe, she could get out of this mess in one piece.
* * *
Brenda Wallace turned her car onto Ms. Lee's street and headed for her meeting.
Mrs. Wallace was a 38 year-old woman with no children. The 5'7" auburn haired woman had been married to Frank Wallace for nearly ten years. Although she was never what you'd call a wild woman -- having only been with two men other than her husband -- she enjoyed sex as much as the next woman. Unfortunately, as her husband's career began to take off, she'd found herself becoming more and more a housekeeper and less a woman. It had gotten so bad, in fact, that she'd only made love with her husband three times in the past year, and none of those had been anything to write home about.
