A Principal Affair

[TearsoftheWorld]

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Present Day

Lisa Kelly felt her heart sink the minute she heard her name being called over the loudspeaker. Once again, she was being summoned to the principal’s office, but not, as her classmates wrongfully assumed, because she had done something wrong. Gathering her belongings, the dark-haired teenager stood up from her desk and excused herself from the class, ignoring the chuckles and whispers that came from her friends. She wanted to scream and cry for help, but there was nothing she could do about it... no one she could turn to. Like all the other times before, Lisa found the secretary’s desk empty when she walked into the main office, and an Out To Lunch sign had been placed in front of her computer screen.

For the next half hour... they'd be alone.

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Two weeks ago

The bus to school was late, as usual, but since classes had just started she knew her teachers wouldn’t mind. Lisa was an exceptional student; she was at the top of her class with an impeccable record, and somehow she managed to find enough time between studying and managing her social life to participate on various school sports. She’d been on the Varsity teams for volleyball and soccer since she was a freshman, and this year she had been asked to serve as the team captain. It was definitely a lot of work, but she felt honored and new the rewards were well worth the added stress.

Her younger brother Michael finally came bounding out of the house as the bus roared on down their street, coming to a full stop at their corner and throwing open its doors. With a warm smile, Lisa waved at the driver then took her usual seat about halfway down the aisle. She shrugged off her backpack and sat down, then watched the houses whirl by as the bus made its short trek back to the school. She was a senior now, and even though school had just started she was already thinking about college. She’d visited a couple with her parents the year before, but she still hadn’t made up her mind as to where she wanted to go.

She still had time to think. It was a pretty big decision, after all.

Not surprisingly, Lisa’s boyfriend hadn’t been much help in that department. When asked, he chose a politicians answer, leaving her right back at square one.

The bus pulled into the Mercy High School parking lot about ten minutes after picking up Lisa and her brother, and it crawled to a stop behind one of the other buses and then opened up its doors again, letting the students file out onto the sidewalk. Lisa joined a few of her friends that were waiting by the entrance, and off to the side were a few of their teachers, there either because they were just arriving themselves or were making sure that no stragglers were left behind.

 

[saedo]

Present Day
"I had Lisa Kelly paged, like you asked," said Mrs. Wallace over the intercom. "Will there be anything else, sir? "

I thumbed the Talk button. "No, that will be all. You can go to lunch now." I leaned back into my leather chair as I contemplated my upcoming "conversation" with Miss Kelly. To think this had all started barely two weeks ago....

Twelve days ago
I took off my reading glasses and polished the lenses. I wouldn't need them for the immediate conversation, but I'd learned to use them as an effective prop. After nearly 15 years as a high school principal, I'd knew just when to remove them in order to best heighten the tension.

I stood up and glanced out the window into the central courtyard. The last lunch period was ending, so the students were hunching their shoulders against the late autumn chill and awaiting the bell. I suppressed a chuckle as I noticed some who glanced in my direction quickly turn away. Congenial as I was with most students, my reputation as a disciplinarian made the scofflaws amongst them anxious.

I glanced at the pale reflection of myself in the glass. Warm and cuddly certainly did not describe me. At 6'4", I towered over virtually all but the basketball team. My hair had gone gray in my 30s and was now a pale white. Though I was only 52, I knew many of the students thought me ancient given my craggy exterior and white mane. But when they gazed up into my ice blue eyes, I knew they thought me some implacable demon who might devour my soul. I didn't discourage such impressions.

I coupled my fearsome appearance with a well-earned reputation for omniscience. Very little occurred at my school that I didn't know about. I knew every teacher, coach, janitor, secretary, lunch lady, and groundskeeper by name. I could say nearly as much about the students, many of whom chatted with me on a regular basis, trying to curry my favor. Almost every scrap of information to be had passed my way as a result.

That was how I caught Mr. Kelly. Michael thought himself a bit of a rebel and hoped to establish his popularity via flouting my authority. He was clever and sneaky in equal measure, so he'd had some early successes. But this last time, I'd been tipped. Forewarned, I'd readjusted the surveillance coverage and caught him on camera breaking into the school to steal the answers for the Calculus midterm.

Of course, I'd learned always to evaluate an opportunity before acting on it. I'd sufficient evidence to get Michael arrested on a handful of misdemeanors, perhaps even a low grade felony. But it wouldn't do the school or me any good to have a news story about criminal students, so I'd likely only punish him with something in-house and cover up his legal misdeeds. It just seemed a waste to have such leverage on him but nothing to gain.

Then it occurred to me: who said I had to use the leverage only on Michael? He had an older sister, Lisa, who would doubtless go to great lengths to protect her brother. I could stand to gain more from her. Considerably more.

I waited till the bell signaling the start of the next period, then thumbed the intercom. "Mrs. Wallace, please find out where Lisa Kelly is right now and have her come to my office. "

I grinned and leaned back in the dark leather chair to await my intended prey.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

After making a quick stop at her locker on the second floor near the science wing, Lisa caught up with a few of her classmates and walked back downstairs towards their first period class: A.P. English. Despite all the hype surrounding advanced placement classes, Lisa liked the teacher and knew that she'd do just fine. Posters of historical figures like Shakespeare lined the walls, as well as a few banners proclaiming various phrases that were meant to "stir the mind". No one really bought into them, but it livened up an otherwise dull classroom.

Lisa took her seat about two rows from the front of the class, setting her backpack down next to the legs of the desk and then turned to continue chatting with her friends. The clock on the wall hadn't yet reached the warning bell time, so even the teacher decided to take a few minutes to catch up with his students, finding out what they had done over the summer and whether or not they'd settled on a college to attend.

It wasn't more than a minute or two after the warning bell had finally tolled that Lisa heard her name being called over the loudspeaker.

Mr. Hunt shrugged his shoulders as he pulled out a hallway pass, scribbled his signature on it with his pen and then handed it over. The dark-haired teenager pulled open the door and let it close behind her as she made her way down towards the main office. Mrs. Wallace was sitting at her desk, which, despite the enormous amount of papers and folders, was actually quite organized.

"Go right inside, dear," the older woman said as she gestured towards the Principal's office.

"Okay," Lisa said, still a little confused. She hadn't had any bad run-ins with the principal before, as her grades and well-mannered attitude had kept her out of trouble. She'd heard of his reputation as a hard-ass, but she also knew him to be rather friendly with those that kept their heads above water. Entering the room, she saw him sitting down in his chair behind his desk, snow-white hair 'gracing' his older head.

"You wanted to see me?" Lisa asked, coming to stand just a few feet away from his desk. Unlike the finely-dressed educator, but like all the other students, Lisa was dressed down but relaxed. She had on a white, v-neck tee underneath a blue and white flannel shirt, the long sleeves rolled up to expose most of her tanned forearms. The tee shirt underneath was light enough that one could make out the contours of her bra, and the padded cups pushed her large breasts closer together, deepening her already hefty cleavage. The jeans covering her long legs had lost some color towards her thighs, but that was how they were when she bought them before school started.

 

[saedo]

"Lisa," I said with a smile, "good to see you again. Do sit down." I gestured towards the wooden chair that sat alongside my desk. This put only the corner of the desk between us, allowing for a much closer sensation. I preferred such lack of distance for these encounters - the students seemed less sure of themselves at such proximity.

As Lisa turned her attention to setting her books down, I used her momentary inattention to run my eyes across her body. Lisa had filled out very nicely in the last few years. She'd been an adorable little freshman, but in the last couple years her curves had become much more pronounced. Her toned ass looked incredible as it wiggled its way down the halls in a tight pair of jeans.

Of course, her breasts truly took the prize. She wasn't the largest in school, but she had at least two or three cup sizes on most of her peers. She was also one of the few who remained athletic. Most girls who developed like her dropped out of sports entirely, but Lisa had just gotten better sports bras. Consequently, her large chest was further accentuated by tiny waist and tight abs from her year-round athleticism.

I could feel the heaviness in my groin as blood gathered in the region. I'd had plenty of student conquests in my time, but none such as this. The girls who typically fell prey to me were social misfits or borderline drop-outs. The low self esteem endemic to such girls made it almost boring to bend them to my will.

Lisa was intelligent, confident, and popular. Girls like her rarely stumbled seriously enough to be vulnerable to my machinations. I'd admired her blossoming body for years without ever thinking she might become one of my "special" girls. I resisted the urge to lick my lips in anticipation.

We made small talk for a minute to set her at ease. I asked about last week's volleyball game and praised a tough dig she'd managed in the fourth game. That earned me one of her brilliant smiles. I could see why she'd had her pick of the male student population.

Time to get down to business. "Lisa," I began, "I called you here today not because of you, but rather your brother. You know well the mischief he's gotten into this year, so I'm sure it comes as no surprise that he's gotten in trouble again. Only this time, it's quite serious."

I slid over my laptop and pulled up the video surveillance footage of Michael Kelly breaking into the school. I watched Lisa's reaction, pretending somber sympathy as she watched her brother's criminality unfold before her.

"This time is not just a minor transgressions; Michael has broken the law. But before we get the police involved, I thought you should know. Lisa, you are one of the shining stars at our school, so it pains me to tell you that your good name will be tarnished by your brother's misdeeds. You're applying for college admissions and scholarships, so the last thing you want is to be associated with a criminal brother. Trust me, I know how competitive the top schools can be and something like this could be just the flaw that costs you your top choices. Sure,they shouldn't hold this against you, but with thousands of applicants competing for so few slots, they'll use any flaw to weed candidates out." I shook my head gently. "It is such a shame to see that happen. Such a shame."

I paused, letting my dire predictions set in. As the fear for her future began to sieze hold, I broke in. "Of course, it doesn't necessarily have to go that way. There might be a way to keep this whole thing under wraps. Of course, such a path is extremely risky and would require a certain... moral flexibility... on your part. I almost dare not mention it, but it is your future. So tell me Lisa - how much is it worth to you? How far are you willing to go to protect your future?"