Fuck, her tits are big!
I wonder how she holds them up?
Just as my thoughts were getting raunchy, I saw Erika bounce into the room followed by, whom I could only assume was, her sister. "Heya, Mr. Rodriguez!" she exclaimed cheerfully. Clearly, she had no idea I was there for her imminent expulsion.
"Hi, Erika," I responded somewhat curtly. "Kayla, right?" I asked pointing towards her sister remembering her from around school. She just nodded.
I stood to greet the girls and show some courteousness, suddenly very aware of the quickly forming erection in my pants, so I took a seat again.
"So, Mr. Rodriguez," began Mrs. Rohner, her two daughters seated on each side of her framing her matronly look, "what is this all about?"
I couldn't help but take in the sight before me. For whatever reason the school uniform skirts the girls were still wearing seemed to be riding much higher than they usually do at school. And Kayla had added thigh-high long socks to... keep her legs warm?
But why wouldn't she just put on pants, then,
I thought not really caring and more concerned about that thought than the one that
should
have been running through my head.
I couldn't get more distracted, so I shook my head quickly to clear my thoughts. "Well, Mrs. Rohner," I began. "Principal Martinez," I paused and looked towards Kayla, "Does Kayla need to be here?" I asked, interrupting my train of thought. "It's just that... nevermind. Like I was saying, Principal Martinez has asked me to come by to do this face to face. You see, Erika, here, has been expelled from school."
I let the words sink in. Really, I wanted someone else to speak. I could see the look of shock on the faces of the two girls along with their mother. So, to distract myself, my roaming eyes fell back on the two girls and older woman before me. Mrs. Rohner appeared to be wearing business attire, though, I couldn't be sure if she actually worked. Her pencil skirt only went down mid-thigh and her silky blouse, while very tight, seemed to allow very free movement of her breasts.
As I took in her appearance, I couldn't help but notice that Mrs. Rohner's skirt, while elegant, seemed a size smaller than it should have been and it clung provocatively to her hips. Her dark, forest green blouse seemed to want to burst at the buttons as it seemed everything wanted to spill out into the air. And just as I was about to turn my attention to the girls' attire...
"But Mr. Rodriguez, why???" exclaimed Erika.
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As the three of them sat there with stunned looks on their faces, Mrs. Rohner spoke up after her daughter, "Mr. Rodriguez, certainly there is something that can be done about this?" she asked as she motioned her daughter, Kayla, towards her purse.
A wave of embarrassment and offense suddenly hit me at the thought of being bribed to keep her daughter in school. The original anger, the one that inspired my initial recommendation for expulsion, was creeping its ugly head again. So, I raised my hand sternly to stop Kayla in her tracks as she was about to get up to get her mother's purse and I said, "Listen, MRS. Rohner, Erika is, to put it bluntly, a
fucking
brat." I put the emphasis on the word "fucking" to create the shock that I felt the situation needed.
"MR. Rodrig..." Mrs. Rohner began to object before I cut her off by speaking even louder.
"Your brat does NOT listen. Your brat does NOT have respect for authority. Your brat has been caught cheating on exams multiple times. And most recently your brat was caught smoking weed in the girls' locker room while, it appeared, she masturbated out in the open," I exclaimed. "And NOW, it would seem, that you would attempt to bribe me to have this go away, which shines a light as to where she may have learned this type of behavior."
"MR. RODRIGUEZ! I HAVE NEV..."
"Moreover, DAWN," I knew her first name from the PTA address book and as my anger grew the less respect I wanted to show her, "the only other people that CAN bribe their way out of situations like these are the ones that have enough money to have a building named after them on campus. So please, spare yourself the humiliation and me the awkwardness."
The air was thick with tension after my rant. I could see both Kayla and Erika squirming next to their mother as Dawn Rohner's fists tightened and trembled with rage, despair, sadness, confusion, and embarrassment.
As Dawn's, Mrs. Rohner's fists unclenched and I saw her try to release the tension, I saw her begin to smooth out her skirt with her hands and she cleared her throat, she spoke softly, "Mr. Rodriguez, please. There is no need to raise your voice like that. But, truly, please consider it, is there anything that can be done to resolve this situation short of an expulsion?" Her calm demeanor didn't seem to have had the desired effect on her as her breathing was heavy and labored.
Well, shit.
With her labored breathing I couldn't help but notice the tightness of her blouse again as it struggled to contain her swelling breasts and I couldn't help but lick my lips as dirty thoughts raced across my mind.
At first it seemed like nobody had noticed and I was content with allowing the silence to hang in the air but then Erika spoke up, the look on her face had changed from panic to mischievousness and I suddenly felt her gaze scan me from head to toe, "Mr. Rodriguez, come on! There has to be SOMETHING that we can do. ANYTHING." She had put special emphasis on "something" and "anything"; and as she finished speaking, I could see her begin to shuffle and readjust herself on the couch and stared straight into my eyes. As she did, she deliberately spread her legs showing me an unobstructed view of her crotch before bringing her legs back together.
Her mother and sister looked at her, her grin evident but not precisely obvious in its meaning so her mother, seemingly without knowing said, "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, we'll do anything."
"Anything? Really, Mrs. Rohner?" I asked incredulously, reverting back to her formal title to show my willingness to discuss.
Having presented her with a glimmer of hope Dawn Rohner smiled and continued, "Why, yes, of course. ANYTHING!"
Erika's grin had now turned into a full-on Cheshire smile and she scooted back on her seat and pulled her knees up to her chest. But instead of keeping them together she kept them apart now giving me an unobstructed view of her panty covered pussy. I could feel my drool pooling on the inside of my mouth as I forced my gaze away from what appeared to be the prettiest, most perfect kitty I'd ever seen in my life and looked straight into Mrs. Rohner's eyes.
"Mrs. Rohner, there is virtually nothing you can do, really, to remedy this situation. The paperwork was submitted just as Principal Martinez left the school and it'll most likely be one of the first things she'll do when she gets back into her office on Monday morning," I said unable to stop the slight curl on the corner of my lip. "So, again, there's virtually nothing that can be done now."
As Mrs. Rohner looked back and forth trying to think of something to do, Erika caught my eye again as she put one of her hands in front of her mouth in the shape of a 'V' and stuck her tongue out. Unable to help myself I shifted in my seat trying to readjust my now almost fully erect dick without making it obvious.
Suddenly and without warning, Erika put her bare feet back on the floor and scooted forward to be at eye-sight with her mom and said, "Mommy..."
Did she really call her mother 'mommy'?
"Seeing how I've been really bad," she continued looking at me from her periphery, "maybe Mr. Rodriguez can teach me a lesson?"
A lesson?
What the fuck is she talking about?
"Erika! What on god's green earth are you talking about? What possible lesson could Mr. Rodriguez teach you that will keep the school from kicking you out?" Mrs. Rohner seemed frustrated at her daughter.
Before Erika could answer she jumped off of the sofa and started walking towards me. A vivid idea forming in my head as to what she was thinking so I decided to go with the flow. "Well, mommy, he could teach me naughty-girl lessons," she said as she turned towards her mother and slowly sat herself on my lap.
