This is a continuation of Westville High Sluts. It is advisable that you read the stories in order due to references to previous plot points. All characters in this story are 18 years or older.
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"I still can't believe you talked me into this." Ms. Schwartz said as she finished her second glass of wine and set it on the coffee table in front of her. She leaned back on the sofa and let out a sigh, trying to soothe her nerves.
Ms. Schwartz, the Principal of Westville High School, was now sitting in the living room of one of her faculty members, Sarah Stevens. Sarah was one of Westville High's gym teachers and although she had been there for a few years now, she was still the school's newest and youngest teacher.
Schwartz and Stevens had always been on rocky terms at best. The feud between them had gone on ever since Schwartz was hired at the school, replacing the former incompetent principal, Jack Harry. From the get-go, Schwartz had disliked Sarah, due to her promiscuous reputation, although nothing had ever been officially proven (until now). Schwartz was a conservative woman, and she despised Sarah for always being able to get away with being naughty. That was why she took every opportunity to stick her with every frustrating and bothersome chore she could, such as teaching the after school aquatics class and now even enlisting her help to raise $20,000 that Schwartz lost in school budget money.
Sarah was in the room too, and as her boss set her empty class on the coffee table, Sarah picked it up and asked, "Another?"
Schwartz nodded, and Sarah walked into the kitchen to pour them both another glass. She was going to need it! The Principal was dressed conservatively, as she always was. The skirt she was wearing came up high on her midriff and her thick blouse was buttoned up all the way to her neck tightly. Underneath, she had a beautiful body, but she would never let that show; When at work or with co-workers, it was necessary to remain professional at all times, and certainly not to dress like a hoochie slut.
The Principal's glasses rested at the tip of her nose, and her blonde hair was pulled back neatly in a tight bun, which was customary for her. She pushed her glasses back up on her nose and she looked around the living room. Sarah's living room was rather normal, having the sofa and matching chair, TV and bookcase along the other wall. There were a few rather unordinary things about the room now, though. Directly across from her there was a tripod set up and a video camera mounted on top of it. Also, some extra lights had been brought in the room to help illuminate the area.
Sarah returned to the room, carrying with her two more glasses of white wine. In contrast, the gym teacher was dressed much more provocatively than her boss was. Sarah Stevens was definitely an object of lust at Westville High because of how beautiful and voluptuous she was. The young teacher was wearing a pair of short running shorts with the number "12" on the front left leg β they were her old track shorts from when she ran track in high school. Reluctantly she had had to quit the track team by the time she was a senior because her breasts had grown so large that they jiggled too much. Today, her 36DD's were held captive inside an extremely tight tank-top she was wearing. Braless, her nipples poked through the fabric noticeably. Sarah still ran for exercise, which is one thing that helped keep her with a slender, athletic build.
Sarah sat down beside Principal Schwartz on the sofa and set her glass of wine down on the coffee table. "There you go." She said with a smile, already starting to feel a buzz from the wine.
"I see you've practically got a full-blown pornography studio set up in here." The Principal said, motioning to the video camera and the lights in the room.
"Well, it's not as good as we would like, especially since we have no budget to work with on this project." Sarah said. "I hope you don't mind, but some of this video equipment was borrowed from the school drama room."
"The drama room?" Principal Schwartz asked. "Oh yes. Well, I suppose that's fine. By the way, what ever happened to that school play that you filmed with those students? I never heard back from that."
"Oh, um..." Sarah blushed and took a sip of her wine "Corey never turned the tape in. I think he wanted to hold onto it to do some editing but I never found out how the final version turned out."
The buxom principal sighed and leaned back on the sofa. "I'm so sorry I got us into this mess. It's my own mess, really." She said, referring to the fact that she had misplaced $20,000 of the school's money and had asked Sarah and the school nurse, Cindy Brown, to help her come up with a way to raise the money.
Once Schwartz had enlisted the help of Sarah and Cindy, the only idea the two of them could come up with to raise such a large amount of money so quickly was to sell sex videos of themselves. Derrick, one of their students, helped by creating a website which they dubbed
Westville High Sluts
, which is where they posted the videos and charged a membership fee to download them. So far it had been very successful but business was getting slow and they were only halfway to their goal.
Sarah was surprised by what she heard. She had never witnessed the stern principal being so open and apologetic. It caught her off guard. "Oh. Well. It's okay. We're all in this together, right?" Sarah told her, placing her hand on the other woman's shoulder.
Schwartz was surprised by Sarah's response as well, expecting to have had the other woman blow up at her. "You're not mad at me? I thought you'd be completely pissed off that I got you into this mess, just like every other mess I've gotten you into."
"Oh no, I'm not mad. Everyone makes mistakes." Sarah didn't want to lie, but she found herself unable to be mad at her boss while she was being so vulnerable. Normally she would have fought back and told the Principal that she hated having to make these sex videos for the website. After all, she knew how wrong it was for her to be having sexual relations with a student. But the
truth
was that she loved having a valid excuse to get it on with some of the hung, strapping young men at Westville High. "I'm happy to help out." There. Now she wasn't lying at all!
Schwartz looked up at her and was silent for a moment. She simply looked at the other woman and Sarah wondered what was going through the Principal's mind. "You know, you aren't so bad, Sarah." the Principal told her, placing her right hand on Sarah's free hand.
"I guess I always assumed you were an uptight bitc... err, person" Sarah told her, maybe a bit too honestly. "I... I guess you're not so bad either. I wish we hadn't been at each other's throats all this time."
"To be honest, most of why I hated you so much is because of the attention you get at school." The buxom principal said, looking down with embarrassment.
"The attention at school?! What do you mean?"
"I see the way the boys look at you and how they oogle over you. And... It makes me jealous. You're so beautiful and so charismatic with people, and so sexy, that... well, I wish I could be that way, and ... I resented you because of it." Principal Schwartz sighed, feeling ashamed.