Sinful Pleasure (Closed)

[Silver_Identity]

(Closed for Eazy)


This was just getting rather idiotic; one was thinking to herself as she shook her leg out of impatience. She had been on this case for a while now, almost to a month at this point and she was just getting rather fed up with this chasing ordeal. Then again it was her duty, according to her supposedly 'guardian' back at the church. She knew it was her responsibility, her duty, her 'job', but goddamn, this was just so boring. She could almost hear her guardian giving her the same old lecture, her being Brassiere Hierarchy, an angel from Heaven (though actually she was kicked out of Heaven), and to do her duties on the surface of Earth.

All the clues she had so far collected and figuring them out had lead her and her supposedly 'pet' sidekick to the shadiest side of town but she did not seem afraid at all. Then again, why should she be scared? Waiting in her rather fancy hot red sportscar at the driver's seat, with a peculiar creature at the passenger seat beside her, just minding its own business with its own eyes watching the whole scene outside the window.

Shaking her leg a bit more, feeling her impatience was getting to a breaking point until finally she felt her luck finally struck when her green eyes spotted a shady looking figure lurking out from one of the nearby building. Lifting a hand to slip through her short chestnut brown hair, she finally then turn the car key, igniting the engine and slowly followed the target with her car, just making sure the distance was just enough to follow close by not too close to alarm the figure.

Seems like it was going well at first; the figure entering into a car and she then sped up, following the car and such until they reached to a building, but this made the young female rather suspicious. She had been chasing this guy, finding it difficult to nab this fellow as he managed to slip away from her and now being cornered like this? Too easy, she felt.

But feeling excited to finally end this case, she decided to follow into the building herself as she then parked the car somewhere a distance away, and exit through the car while being followed by the odd pastel pink creature with a huge zipper trailing down its back. Glancing around carefully, she then neared the building with the creature trailing behind.

Everything seems all smooth as she entered into the building quietly, sneaking in silently as she went deeper into the dark building until she saw a few figures a distance away, hiding herself behind a pillar. A small smirk curved on her lips; oh, sweet feeling of another case closing soon. But perhaps she anticipated it too soon especially when another being came up behind her, though her pet tried to poke her to warn her.

From outside, as passerby walked near the building, they paused for a moment in their footsteps as sounds of punching, yells of pain, breaking of wood then sounded within the walls of the buildings. Only until one figure was thrown out of the window, glass shattering and causing the people to run off in panic, further away from the building.

"Fucker has nothing on me. Bring it on, you stupid ghosts!" Yelled a female voice within the building and then followed was another set of punches, bone breaking and such, and another figure was thrown out from another window. Though what alarm by the curious citizens who stayed around was when the building started to shook, and then the same female voice then shouted out by surprise.

""..OH FUCK!"

The building somehow begin to burst, bricks falling down from the force as a black figure emerged, though as if it was covered by black slime of the sort. The citizens ran off in fear, while Bra exited quickly form the building along with her pet, though she looked rather disgusted as she realized the clothes she was wearing had large splotches of the black slime.

Soon the police force came, surrounding the area after receiving very strange calls to find that the strangeness may be true after all. Though one officer then spotted the young gorgeous female standing in the midst of destruction which would occur and he took a megaphone, shouting through the device, "Young miss, please exit the area. It's not safe there!"

Bra looked perplexed as she stared at the young officer before she then sighed softly, "You humans really have no idea sometimes.."

Raising a hand to the top of her head, a white halo appears above the top of her head before descending down along her body, widening along the couture of her figure before reaching to the ground and noticeably, her clothes had definitely changed to a different attire altogether in a form of a strapless white dress with a short mini skirt, though a white leather underbust corset around her waist and stomach, white stilettos on her feet and wearing white net stockings.

Oddly, a metal pole dancing pole appeared behind her and the gorgeous female begin to dance around the pole, which made the people watching the whole scene just perplexed and yet mesmerized by the whole scene. Bending down, the female trailed her smooth hands along her slender legs, up along her stomach, over her breasts while dancing around the pole before her hands went over to her neck and sliding down again to her back as her hands begin to slide into her dress.

By this part, quite a lot of the men were having their noses dripping with blood at the whole rather raising heat scene.

O wicked spirit born of a lost soul in limbo
Receive judgement from the garb of the Holy Virgin
Cleansed of worldly impurities
Return to Heaven and Earth"

She withdrew her red bra from her dress as the garment then begin to glow, and took form into another shape while Bra swings it around and the garment then took form into a long white whip.

"Repent!"

She shouted as she then lashed the whip towards the direction of the black slimey figure, sending numerous slashes within one strike and that did the trick. After recieving the damage, the black slimey figure then bursted, exploding in the process and she thought the spirit was now at piece. Waiting for a moment, she looked she was anticipating something until she noticed something was wrong.

Where's the bell chime? Where's the Heaven Coin?

... The fuck. Another fake?

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!"

Taking a few deep breathes to calm herself, she decided to check within the debrises of the building and whatever was left to find some clues. But surely after this? She was so going to order herself some pizza and get some beer. Her pet creature was sniffing around before retrieving some items to his owner. Looking through the items, some folders and pictures, she noticed most of them were associated with the local high school and when Bra thought about it, most of the fake ghosts she encountered was nearby the building.

Perhaps it was time to do some undercover work.

 

[Eazy]

It was nearing the middle of the school year at Kricfalusi High, which had a relatively mundane existence within the juvenile prison of trained conformity known as the education system. Or at least that was the general rule of norm for much of its less then stellar history, until more recent 'activities' of the extraordinary nature began to take a central stage around the surrounding campus area. Rumors and speculation had gotten the student body along with a number of the faculty buzzing with discussion, but nothing concrete came about, and often the teens were easily distracted by their own self centered existences and attempts at climbing the social ladder.

Yet so distracting were the majority by these rumors, that it was almost a non-event when the school found itself with a new headmaster toward the middle of the semester. Mild bits of rumor and gossip spread when the man showed up suddenly, without warning or fanfare, one school day as the unexpected replacement for the elder now former headmaster whom served this modest corner of the academic world faithfully for a couple decades before now. However, save for a few ongoing musings and trading of notes by crushing school girls, the transition went off without a hitch. Much to the mature looking male of a peculiar complexions preference.

The school bell rang, students rushing to and fro as they parted with friends in order to attend their respective classes. Amongst the masses was the lovely young Lindsey Quigley, a blond of perhaps slightly above average beauty, which carried with her a perhaps expected self centered attitude expected of those her age and relative popularity. As the teen raced away of her friends to first period Algebra, she turned a corner and came colliding with the chest of another, slower walking passerby, which resulted in the girl tumbling back onto her bottom as the other person remained seemingly unfazed.

"Oomph! Hey! Watch where you're...." The teen started after landing with a light thud as she rubbed at her sore bottom, before pausing in mid-speech, her features glowing noticeably flushed as she gazed up at the older male, "Oh, Mr. Dubois.. I'm...I'm so sorry, I...."

Lifting a hand to stifle any further apologies, the deep red complexioned male gave a calm, yet sly smile while gazing down at the young woman. After gaining her momentary silence, the older male slouched down slightly, offering a helpful hand to the girl in order to help the blond back to her feet, "No apologies required, my young sweet. I only hope I hadn't caused you any unnecessary harm?"

His voice came out calm and almost soothing, which, combined with his looks and position within the school, caused the teen a momentary lapse in response time. Quickly shaking her head upon stirring out of it, she shakily took his hand, nervously responding, "N-No! N-Not at all, Headmaster."

Helping the girl up to her feet, the dark-red haired male took the extra care of assuring that her clothing was no longer disheveled; aiding in straightening out the school uniform of the now furiously blushing teenager, "Very good then. I'll not keep you any longer from your first period class and studies. I trust, Lindsey Quigley, that I'll see high marks on your final grade by the end of the semester?

Blushing furiously at the older male, the girl felt a rush of shyness as she struggled keeping her eyes glancing away; yet spoke with an apparent sense of renewed determination for her school work, "Of...Of course, sir!"

Matching that rejuvenated determination, the blond quickly moved around the man; walking in a hurried manner, without breaking into a full run which would surely break the rules against running within the hallways. On any other day, Lindsey would pay little attention to her teachers. Often content with slacking off and getting by on C's and D's that kept her from failing or having to hear any lectures from her parental figures. After this brief encounter, however, the faculty that came across the teen on this day would her to be a surprisingly more agreeable individual to the notion of making the most out of their academic experience.

Smiling warmly as the teenager took off down the hall and turned a corner, that kindly expression took a slight shift, as the shadow of a smirk peaked out from the corner of Jacques Dubois' lips. Spinning on his heels, the new headmaster of the high school continued on his way toward the faculty area; thoughts on the male's mind about how satisfactory it was to read and manipulate the girl to act contradictive of her usual abrasive nature.

Passing by a few teachers that leisured about within the faculty lounge, smokes and early drinks in hand during their free period, the man walked past his 20-something year old secretary while giving one of his by now trademark smiles. Noting how the woman blushed and glanced away shyly, the headmaster entered into his private office, door closing shut behind him.

"Kids these days." Jacques Dubois quietly mused to himself, his lips curling into a wider smirk which revealed a set of sharp fangs; the unholy dark-red aura of his evil intent radiating out of the man and dimly lighting the room for a brief time as he finished with a cruel, mocking undertone to his normally soothing voice, "At times, it's almost too easy."

 

[Silver_Identity]

Standing in front of the rather large tall building of the school, the red-head stared in awe for a short moment before her gaze fell from the building to check her surrounding for a moment. Only did she noticed something off; especially noticing that the entrance of the school was all empty and so she presume the students had all went inside to their classes.

In short, she was late on her first day. Giving a small shrug and adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder, she brushed the thought aside as if she didn't do any offense as Bra then entered into the building casually like it was her own house. Of course she knew she was doing an undercover work in this school as a student; of course with her not totally agreeing with the whole idea. Why would she want to go back to school again when she already did so back up in Heaven?

Then again, Garterbelt, her guardian; being such a persistent bastard as he was, demanded for her to do so. Though when he gave his suggestion of her doing a part time job, she then felt student would be a better choice. But could she pass for that with her figure and so? She surely hope so, as she knew she was not that old.

Walking down the very empty and quiet hallway, she glanced at the doors and lockers as she passed by before wondering which class was she supposed to head. Slipping a hand inside the pocket in her skirt, she retrieved a paper which she presumed was her timetable and skimmed through. Arching an eyebrow as she noticed she has Algebra as her first class, she almost groaned.

Bra then decided to just skip the Algebra and perhaps do some investigation around the whole campus if she could. Before she could do so, it seemed fate decided to see whether she had still remembered her teachings back at school in Heaven as a hand grabbed her by the shoulder. Turning around, she almost grimaced as she noticed a female teacher standing behind her.

"What are you doing out here, miss? Don't you have a class to go to?" The teacher asked, as she adjusted her glasses over the bridge of her nose and her eyes looking at Bra from head to toe, and then up again to her face. "And look at how you wear your uniform!" She noted to the younger lady.

"The uniform is just so bland, and so I touched up a bit, adding a bit of accessories and such to give it more flare! Cool, huh?" The younger red-head sounded proud of herself as she looked at her uniform, as she actually did added some pins and such, making the skirt a bit shorter than it should be, and opening a few buttons of her shirt to show a bit of cleavage and such; not forgetting the little accessories of a punkish bracelet around her wrist and pin earrings on her ears.

"Missy! It's against the rules to do such disgrace to your uniform! But it seems you are new here, since I never seen you before.. I would let you off this time, but the next day, you must not wear all of these! And also, we should get you a new skirt! Please refer to your student manual, at page 153 where you would see the rule when it comes to your uniform!" The female teacher responded with slight disdain before sighing deeply, "You must be lost, so I will show you which class you'll be and such."

Reluctantly, Bra followed the supposedly teacher-in-charge to where her class should be. Well, this should be swell; she thought in her head especially as soon as she entered into the classroom, the class begun to whisper to each other, especially the girls. Then again, she received some approving glances from the boys. Shrugging to herself, she then did her introductory short speech as she mentioned her name and so before she took an empty seat.

This should not be too bad. Not bad at all, when in no time at all, she seem to be getting a bit popular among the students; talking with a few of the girls who complimented on her look and also some of the boys in class who tried to flirt with her and such. Classes went by and such, and she just went along with the flow until it was lunch time. Walking down the hallway, heading to the lunchroom while being led by her so-called 'admiring gang' as she received many glances towards her direction as she passed by.

This was reminding her back then when she was still in Heaven, on how popular she was back in high school. Somehow, she was relishing this quite. Taking a seat at a table after taking her tray and collecting the food from the cafeteria; people begun to gather around her, trying to get a seat at the same table as she was and making small talks with her. Bra just went to chat up with them, being all friendly she could be.

She knew she had to be doing some investigation and such, looking around and all. But heck, this could be considered part of it. Especially when she can gather information as she begun asking some questions to some of the people, and listening to what they had to say, especially about any weird incidents happening in the high school and such. Only then one of the guys mentioned about the recent principal transfer and such, and hearing so perked a bit of interest.

Actually, she noticed she had yet to see the principal yet but hearing from the student body, especially from the girl's side, it seems the principal was a very desirable guy and was quite young as well. Rubbing her chin in thought, she knew she would have to see this guy for herself.

"Thanks a lot, you guys. I am so new around here, but you people make me feel so welcomed. I appreciate that very much." Flashing a smile at them, the males and even the females felt slightly swooned by her charm. But of course with her unique charm, there would be people who felt threatened and feel jealousy with the new student as a few female students walked towards the table where Bra was sitting at.

One of the female students then placed her hands on the table, glaring at Bra with much disdain as she then spoke, "Hey, new girl! Don't think you can come into our school, being all fancy." The blonde girl turned and then realized sitting at the table with Bra was supposedly her 'boyfriend', and her cheeks flushed in sheer anger and embarrassment. "Brian! What the hell are you doing there?! Get off and don't even talk to this whore!"

The poor handsome man scurried off from the seat to his supposedly girlfriend's side, apologizing many times to her. The blonde girl raised a hand as if to silence the man before turning towards Bra, her eyes narrowing. "You are disgrace to the Kricfalusi High, like, look at your uniform! Such a horrid sight. Let me just wash that off." An evil smirk touched her lips as she then picked up the glass of soda from the table before tilting it over Bra's chest, spilling it purposely over her shirt and dripping over her skirt with the red-head gasping out of slight surprise.

"See? That looks much better, right?" The blonde girl then laughed mockingly, followed by her followers as they all laugh while Bra glanced down at her uniform, now all drenched with the soda. She knew this would stain. The fuck was this bitch's problem?

Narrowing her eyes as she felt anger brewing inside of her, Bra then slowly stood up and took a step front towards the blonde girl before her own smirk formed on her lips, "Oh, why, thanks for adding your touch on my uniform. You know what? Let me return the favor." She then took a bottle of ketchup from the table before she then started squirting all over the blonde's uniform like what she did to her own, spraying all over shirt and skirt like so while the blonde could only watch in utter and sheer horror at now her uniform being ruined.

"There. All better. Now look? We both have our own little touches." Bra commented as she then placed her hands on her hip casually and the smirk remained on her lips.

"... You fucking bitch!" The blonde shrieked out, and then soon, all terror broke loose as the blonde started grabbing food from the table to try throwing at the red-head. Fortunately, she dodged it all though of course another victim behind would be hit by the food.

"... FOOD FIGHT!!!!!!" Just as soon as the words were shouted out, tons of food were tossed into the air, tossing at each other and such. The cafeteria staff could only watched before they begun to exit out of the cafeteria to call for assistance. It seemed Bra would definitely make a great impression especially on her first day after all.

 

[Eazy]

The day, such as many others since the school came under Jacques guiding hand, had seemingly gone like clockwork. At least where it related to the immediate doings and happenings as they related to the workings of the new headmaster of the high school. The older male was always diligent about keeping a watchful eye over maintaining the fragile order of the infrastructure of the school. Granted, much of the actual paperwork and other tasks were dealt with by his all too eager secretary (even going so far as to smooth talk a few of the female members of the teaching faculty to help out at times), but he did keep his red finger upon the beating pulse of the student body.

That said, the school itself wasn't always his primary concern, so there were the occasional instances of brewing 'problems' that could momentarily slip from his immediate attention. Today was one such instance, as the man reclined back upon his leather chair; feet propped up on the desk while casually throwing darts at a pinned up copy of a group photo of the attendees for last weeks student assembly. Blissfully unaware of any disorder within his school, the headmaster lazily whistled along to the tune of Voltaire's 'When You're Evil' as he aimed one dart at the student counsel president when a sudden, frantic knock came at his door.

Making the dart vanish within a brief puff of red smoke, Jacques used a quick snap of his fingers to cause a rolled up copy of the school flag to unfold over his personal 'dartboard' before sitting up in the chair; reassuming the role of the attentive head of public education to the good people of the city, "Enter."

Despite the urgency of the situation, the male faculty member waited for permission from his new headmaster before swinging the door open to alert the comparatively younger (at least in appearance) male, "Mr. Dubois? We, uh....we have a bit of a situation..."

Back at the cafeteria, a few of the faculty had shown up to try and reinstate a semblance of order, but most of their efforts appeared to fall upon deaf ears as the special of the day was hurled back and forth during what was becoming The Great Condiment War of 2011. Several had seemingly given up already, especially after receiving a few faces full of splattered eats on their features, while those that remained relatively clean had managed this by using now empty food trays and even a couple of their co-workers as unwitting shields.

Down the hall with lead to the entrance of said cafeteria, a set of heavy footsteps echoed within the corridor as a single figure marched toward the double doors with a steadfast purpose. Placing both hands onto the twin doors, Jacques pushed his way into the by now messy dining area with an aura of authority. The doors swung opened as he entered in a grand fashion which commanded respect. Unfortunately, it was an entrance which didn't account for the law of physics, which was currently on display by means of an already flung pudding cup which landed smack-dab across the center of his face.

A sudden hush fell upon the unruly students, their eyes darting in the direction of the new Principle as each of them rather comically froze into place. The ones which still held hands full of edible 'ammo' felt especially nervous. As the Jell-O contents dripping off of one teens hand broke the awkward silence by slowly falling onto the floor with a splat; causing the rest of the students to either place their 'artillery' onto the nearest table or desperately shoveled it into their own mouths.

The pudding continued oozing down the already naturally reddish face of the new headmaster, which then seemed to glow slightly redder as the pudding literally started bubbling from an increase in temperature brought about by his sudden bout of steaming over with bottled rage. This continued for a moment, being the first time any of the students had seen the Principle come close to losing his composure, before the man just as quickly calmed himself down. Lifting a hand, he casually brushed the mess away of his features, yet retained an air of strict authority about him as he calmly, firmly, inquired, "Who. Started. This."

In spite of the growing popularity she was acquiring within the student body, the gathered masses of teenagers promptly stepped aside out of fear for their headmaster; until only the two guilty parties remained at the metaphorical center of this stage. Eyeballing the pair that remained, the headmaster was more drawn to the student he couldn't immediately recognize, and whom seemed the less intimidated by his presence.

"Jenny? I'll deal with you later." The man stated at the blonde which had started things with Bra, before turning his attention toward the Angel in hiding, "You? With me." Jacques stated while pointing a finger in the young woman's direction, before directing his focus toward the rest of the students to additionally state, "And the rest of you? Clean this place up."

There was a short pause within the students, caused by the confusion of not normally being made to clean up the school in such mass, which was promptly snuffed out as Mr. Dubois added with a slight snarl, "Now."

The students quickly jumped to work in cleaning up the mess they made from there, with the one whom was instructed to follow showing less urgency in her actions, yet eventually following after the man as they left the scene. The walk from the cafeteria area to the faculty lounge wasn't a lengthy one, so it didn't take long before the pair entered into the Principle office: the door shutting behind them as the man retook his seat behind the fine wooden desk.

Gesturing for her to take a seat, he waited a moment or so before beginning to speak his piece regardless of whether she took him up on the offer, "So. Have you anything to say for yourself, Ms....?" Jacques Dubois' thoughts were hindered once again, as his mind struggled to place a name to this girls face, which was indeed a rarity for this man whom was blessed with a near picture perfect memory and a few other unnatural tricks for deciphering a persons identity. He struggled with figuring it out on his own for a matter of seconds, before giving up and getting to the first matter at hand, "I'm sorry, but are you a new student here? I can't seem to place the face with any I'm familiar. And I get the feeling I'd recognize somebody like yourself if you'd been here since my first day on the job."

 

[Silver_Identity]

As the battle within the student body continued to commence as the menu of the day in the cafeteria was used for another purpose than just consumption at this point. Perhaps she should be more upset that her uniform or perhaps even her hair getting even more messed up by the nutriments being tossed around and managed to hit the target of herself. But fortunately, other than some splatter of some sauces and such, other than the soda purposely spilled on her, she seemed to be doing a fine job to maneuver her body to dodge mostly all whatever was thrown at her.

Then suddenly, it seems a dramatic entrance by somebody who just entered into the cafeteria made every of the students paused in their movements, literally freezing in spot; especially when she turned her head to see a face being splattered with some pudding. She couldn't help but chuckled softly at the sight before some of the students near her began to hush her quickly by placing a hand over her lips.

Of course, the angel in disguise did noticed that the arrived person was dressed very proper in a nice clean, trimmed and crisp suit. Definitely not a student, and she felt this was not a teacher as well. Perhaps it was the new principal some of the students had mentioned? Her thoughts were then interrupted when his hand was raised to wipe the mess from his face, and both her eyebrows perked a bit in interest.

"..... Wow. He's a looker." She silently commented to herself. Only though then her earlier assumption was correct when he began to ask who was the one responsible for starting such a mess. As the student backed away to allow the path cleared to both herself and the blonde girl, she was not too surprised. The red-haired girl could not blame any of them; the guy did indeed have some air of authority and it seemed the students were afraid of him too.

Even the blonde girl who tried to initiate this whole situation looked really nervous, as if dreading her actions now. But for the new girl, she just remained casual and unnerved even when the supposedly young principal simply said for her to follow him. Well, that did not seemed fair but then again, she was the new student. Heaving a small sigh of reluctance, she brushed away some pieces of condiments from her shirt before following behind the principal.

She was indeed surprised that when the young man ordered the students to clean the whole mess, only a moment of confusion took place before the snarl sounded from him before they quickly moved to do the clean-up. Somehow she was a bit glad she was kind of excused from trivial work.

It wasn't a long walk as they soon entered into the Headmaster's office and taking a quick look around in his room; seems like even his very tidy and neat office reflected on how he dressed himself as well. Taking a seat at the table, she casually crossed her legs to make herself comfortable and propped an elbow onto the elbow rest of the seat, her cheek on her palm as she gave a sort of lazy look on her face.

At his slight struggle with trying to figure out her name, she raised her other hand in some sort of a waving greeting, she then gave a sort of a wide grin, "Ah, yes. I'm a new student here actually, and I just arrived today. My name is Brassiere Hierarchy, Mr..." She paused for a moment to look upon the name tag propped on the table, "... Dubois? Did I mentioned that name right? Jacques Dubois.. Sounds like a fancy name if you ask me."

She chuckled a bit and she then straightened her back to lean against the chair, relaxing herself, she then continued to speak, "But anyways, well. Let me just say it was not my fault. It was the blonde girl.. Jenny, was it? Yeah, that chick must had some problem with me gaining some popularity on my first day too. She wanted to be a bitch and then spilled soda over my uniform."

Holding out her shirt and her skirt a bit, she then frowned a bit, "And I worked a bit on this uniform too. Now it's all ruined thanks to her. But yeah, it was all her fault and therefore I should not be to blame since she started it. Though I did gave her a taste of her own medicine and sprayed ketchup over her own uniform. Deserves her right." Bra nodded her head, as if sounding proud of herself for doing so. Feeling like rewarding herself, she slipped a hand into the pocket of her skirt and retrieving a packet of strawberry Pocky.

Opening it, she then retrieved a stick and bites onto it before looking over at the Headmaster, she then glances at the box before she extended her arm over, offering to Jacques, "Would you like one, Mr. Dubois?" Waiting for an answer and looking at his rather stoic expression, seems like he was not interested before she then shrugged and retracted her hand back to munch more. "Suit yourself."

"But anyways, Mr. Dubois. I have to say, I am quite surprised a young person like yourself being the Headmaster of this very prestigious high school. You seem like a very capable man, and that was proven earlier when you just ordered the student body like so to clean up the mess in the cafeteria." She paused to take another stick of the Pocky and bites it, breaking it into half and chews in her mouth.

"Also it's very rare for a Headmaster of a school to be charmingly handsome like yourself too. I mean, really. I am so certain you must be really popular with the ladies here, right?" She complimented to him, her grin then softened to a more of a sultry smirk as she took the last of the remaining Pocky stick, eating it casually before finishing the piece. Looking at her dirtied fingers, she then begin to gently lick the fingertips, then sucking at the tips in a form of cleaning her fingers like so.

Satisfied with her effort, she then started to lean forward towards the table and she propped herself at the edge, gazing at the handsome man before her as she tried to do some little mischievous tactics of hers. "You are definitely a looker, much more handsome up close to.. I don't think you are that type of man who would be interested to be with a student, huh? That's pretty sad if you ask me. You seem to be my kind of type, perhaps."

She then glanced around before spotting the trash can nearby before smiling to herself, she did a humorous trying out as if shooting a basketball through the hoop, except replacing the ball would be the empty snack box. She aimed, focused before throwing and when the box hits right dead center into the bin, she raised both her hands in victory.

"Woohoooo! Wooo... Hooo?" She paused for a moment as she turned back to the Principal, seeing that he did not seemed amused with her tactics and she then lowered her hands to her side. ".... Guess you are not really the fun type, huh?"

 

[Eazy]

A slightly perplexed expression marred the otherwise stern expression of the new headmaster. Certainly, it wasn't unreasonable for a new student to slip by, but it did seem unlikely. Regardless, that focus was momentarily broken at the remark about his 'fancy' name. Narrowing his eyes slightly and giving a low growl, he quietly considered how she wasn't exactly one to talk with a name like hers. Besides? Jacques Dubois was a lot better then his given name. Or at least more fitting, he felt, for a man whom demanded powers and respect over others.

Listening as she explained herself, the older male followed with his cool gaze when she addressed her ruined uniform. Despite himself, the Headmaster felt his stare lingering upon her rather revealing features for a while longer then was necessary. This ended when Ms. Brassiere reached into her pocket for a snack. Not surprising that she had food, considering where they just were, but certainly a frustrating show of disrespect to just bring it out in the middle of this meeting. While saying nothing to her offer, the man tapped his fingers in an aggravated manner upon the mahogany surface of his desk; a raised eyebrow briefly showing as the one response to her question before she took the hint.

The crimson complexioned male had maintained that generally stoic stance about the girl during most of her time in the office. This became even harder to do as she then further addressed her own thoughts about his position as headmaster. His eyebrow raised slightly as she spoke of his looks, not having missed the sultry smirk that her lips had formed as she used her nimble tongue to lick her fingers clean. Any normal red-blooded male would have shown a crack in their exterior disposition under the flattering pretenses that this unabashed student was giving; whether it be by result of temptation or disapproval of the idea.

As it were, the man sitting before the hidden Angel wasn't exactly normal to begin with, as his cool eyes simply gazed at the teen during her hoop shot; watching the short lived victory celebration before she came back down to a semblance of reality. Though a hint of annoyance did start to show up by the end of that little celebration, in the form of a stress vein bulging faintly upon the side of his head, before a moment of self discipline allowed him to regain that full composure.

Slowly standing from his chair, the seemingly older male slowly started to make his way around the large desk; eyes generally pointing straight ahead rather then glaring down at the punkish teen while responding, "Oh, I can be plenty of 'fun' on my own time, Ms. Hierarchy. And, of course, fraternizing with students in the way you were suggesting is certainly not the type of activity a respected member of the Kricfalusi High School faculty should even consider humoring."

Having made his way around the desk and passing by one side of where the teen had sat, the headmaster allowed the glimmer of a smirk touched at the corner of his lips before almost whispering, "Besides. I doubt my idea of fun is the type of thing you kids would share much of a desire in experiencing."

A few thoughts flashed through his mind briefly, before making a throat clearing noise and resuming his previous train of thought; partially circling around the punkish looking teen while gazing down at her, "But getting back to the incident in the cafeteria area? Since you're new here, and I'm aware of Ms. Lewinski's own past disciplinary problems, I'm willing to let you off with a simple warning this time."

Moving to standing behind where the new student sat, Mr. Dubois slowly started moving his hand (which had a particularly warm touch to it) along the teens arm as he seemingly inspected her choice in attire, "As for your....uniform? I expect you to start wearing another which better adheres to the strict dress code of this school. I will not forgive your returning tomorrow or any day after with the same one."

His hot fingers trailed along the sides of her arm while speaking, taking their sweet time to get at checking the material of her sleeve. It was about then that the older male leaned in closer, spying over her shoulder as his arm then reached lower. His warm breath brushed along the swell of her neck, where it met the shoulder, as the headmaster's hand reached toward the students skirt. Allowing the tips of his slightly sharp fingernails to drag along the girls smooth thigh, he slowly hiked his curled fingers into the fold of her skirt; letting the digits slid below them a little further then perhaps needed, before lightly grasping at the material and helping to straighten it out so that it may cover her thigh in a more 'ladylike' way.

Having done so, the older male then straightened himself out, standing straight, and resumed to walk the rest of the way around the teen as if he'd done nothing out of the ordinary. "Now, I know we're getting off to a rocky start here, Ms. Hierarchy. But I do hope our relationship will be smooth sailing from here on out." The man continued, walking the rest of the way in completing the circle around his desk and the chair which Brassiere was seated upon, until coming back toward his chair which he leaned slightly against the back of while finishing with a seemingly unassuming smile, "But I suppose that's completely up to you, isn't it? Either way, I'll be keeping a very close eye on you in the coming week. So do try to be a good girl, hmm?"

 

[Silver_Identity]

Pursing her lips and then pressing them together for a short moment, her green eyes rested its gaze upon the young headmaster of this high school. Bra knew she have the charm and seduction power to actually move a man and somehow get the man to yield before her, but this particular one was something else. Perking an eyebrow for a moment as he begun to stand up from his chair and then starting to walk around the table to then walk passed by her to stand behind her for some reason as she remained relaxed on the chair.

As she listened to what he had to say in response to her, though she watched him carefully from the corner of her eyes and his answer perked some curiosity within her. She did wondered what he truly meant but she couldn't delve more into the thought especially when she felt his presence standing behind her thus being off from line of sight for her.

She did wondered what he was planning to do though when he mentioned of letting her off this time, she knew that he had to. Especially her being the not at fault in this matter but she did hope that Jenny would get what she deserved. But then it seemed that this man slightly surprised her when his fingers touched her arm, trailing up and acting as if he was inspecting her customized uniform. But of course, she knew better on what his real intention would be.

But then again; feeling his warm breath upon the side of her neck and she almost tilted her head towards the other side slightly in response, her breath hiked a bit. Especially when he moved that same hand lower to the skirt and her skin slightly tingled as the tip of his fingernails dragged along like so before he just tugged the skirt down a bit more to cover her thighs.

When he was done and started to complete that circle to walk around his desk to his chair once again, Bra gazed at the young principal and then it was there that she decided. She was going to test this guy's limit, especially when he perked her interest. He was like a challenge, and it had been a while since she felt rather determined to actually bring a man to succumb to his desires. One way or another, they can't forever ignore their lust.

After he spoke to her once again, her green eyes watching him and a slow smirk touched her lips. She felt he had issued a challenge, and so, she decided to accept it. Standing up slowly from the seat, adjusting her skirt slightly and then straightened her back. Her eyes remained upon his as she then started walking around the table this time, towards him instead. The young female then just stood before him, perhaps a bit too close for his comfort.

Leaning closer intentionally but not too close where her chest would press against his; especially when her uniform needed some cleaning anyways. Lifting a hand, she used her thumb to brush against his cheek, wiping off some lingering pudding from earlier that he might have missed. Snickering a bit, Bra brought the hand to her lips and then licking the pudding off her thumb.

"I'll do whatever I can, but we both know being a good girl isn't really my forte. Also, when you mentioned of your... version of 'fun'? You are highly mistaken though. I'm definitely not a 'kid' like you said, Mr. Dubois. I'm still a woman nevertheless, and you know I quite filled up in some proportions." Having her say, she then withdrew herself back before he could react.

"But thank you for letting me off, Mr. Dubois. But I think I will be seeing you more often in your office." Giving him a small wink and flashing a knowing smile, she then went to exit from the office and closed the door behind her as she left.


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One week had then passed since Bra had joined this particular high school, but then it seemed that she could not find anything much or anything peculiar within the school grounds. Even when checking around the school, asking around within the student body and one time, breaking into the school records.

Nothing. Nothing at all. And this was aggravating for the hidden Angel, especially knowing she was testing the principal's patience within this week too. She would not be surprised if he suddenly called her to get suspended from the high school really. But then again, even after the many warnings she received starting from the first day; she still wore her attire a bit altered in a way and of course, she would be sent to Mr. Dubois' office to hear him lecture for a bit about the rules and codes of the school.

Not forgetting the little troubles she had caused and such, especially though when that Jenny girl decided to try with her once again. Not like anything of some little pranks here and there. Then again, she did it with clear intention to be sent to Mr. Dubois' way after all, and of course, the red-haired man should have clearly known this was the case by now.

With chances given, the young teen would throw some flirting tactics at him though it seems the principal would not budge from his stoic stance. Damn, the guy was a pretty hard nut to crack but Bra never felt so determined in her life to get this man to at least stumble. He was definitely a challenge. It also had been a while since a man interested her to this extent.

But for now, the female was stuck with some boring History class as the tutor began to read from the book, though in such a monotonous voice that even he was getting sleepy along with the students in the class. Shaking her foot a bit and her eyes straining to stay open as the tutor continued to speak, though a bit slurred; it was then when suddenly a small tremor shook the building and alarmed the whole class, shaking them up from their sleepy states.

Confused expressions crossed their faces, including Bra, before the room begun to shake again, this time a bit longer than the first one and caused the students and the tutor to panic. Suddenly a high pitched scream sounded from outside the class, somewhere down the hallway before more screams and shouts were heard. As the tutor began to order for the students to exit the room accordingly and in a calm manner, Bra just rushed out of the classroom to see what the hell was going on.

Judging from the running passerby, screaming out of fear, she went opposite their direction though of course, she had to cross through the growing crowd without getting trampled over. Of course the teachers tried to calm the students and such, leading them to get out through the exit of the school. But oddly, she had noticed the greatly disciplined principal was nowhere to be found. She could not afford to think about that more as she ran forward, pushing through the rushing crowd until she reached towards the large hall room where the student council would usually gather the students for small events or talks about upholding the school rules and such.

Reaching there, she saw an undistinguished black kind of creature; its form consistently warping, before Bra could figure this particular Ghost was somehow kind of related to this school. Especially when she was able to hear the whimpers and ghastly cries from the creature, relating to getting always being the aim of bullying by the popular students. Poor soul, she thought to herself.

Though that thought was brushed aside when she noticed within that a familiar face within its dangerous reach, though cornered as the Ghost began to near her. Gritting her teeth as Jenny shouted for help, her arms in front of her; as much as she knew she disliked this idea, she did not have a choice. Picking up a chair nearby, she tossed at the creature and drawing the attention to herself. "Yo! Fugly, right here. Yeah, she may be the most popular but you might be wrong. You see? I'm her competition."

The creature took the bait as it turned around to face Bra, and the angel in disguise quickly gestured to Jenny, "Run. Now. GO!" But it seemed the supposed bitchy girl was so afraid to the point where she can't feel her legs and she just stood there, cowering. Unexpectedly, the creature then reached out quickly and grabbed Jenny around her waist using its large hand and of course, a loud shriek from the poor hostage before she then fainted.

"... Fuck." Was all Bra could say before the Ghost then turned to Bra before extending its free hand before the hand morphed into a cannon to begin shoot like some sort of black large bullets at the only exit in the hallway, causing the large debris of the wall and the door to collapse over the exit, blocking it and therefore trapping some of the students, faculty and even Bra. This was not good, not good at all.

When the monster began to turn and aimed its hand towards the hidden angel, she quickly moved her legs, barely dodging the loaded bullets as the monster fired at her before taking cover at an overturned large table nearby. Seems the students and the tutors knew at least to do this, though of course they could do nothing else.

But she could.

Heaving a deep sigh, she reached into her pocket to withdraw a cellphone quickly and fast dialed Garterbelt's cell number. Impatiently, she waited as she listened to the dial tone before being relieved at him picking up the call. "Hello, Garterbelt? I have a situation here at the high school. There's a Ghost here. So you better bring the device- What?! The device is not fixed yet?! I thought you and your bragging of being fucking smarty-pants should have already fixed this shit!"

"I know, Bra, but I'll come over quickly and deal with the matter. Just distract the Ghost until I reach there. But whatever you do, don't reveal your angel form! We can't erase the memories now like before!" That was what Garterbelt warned her but then the words would be pointless soon enough, as it was; easier said than done.

But for now, she would do what she could until she didn’t have any other options. She could only hope Garterbelt would reach to the premise as quickly as possible, but knowing him; she could not trust that he would. Quickly standing from behind the table after slipping the cellphone back into her pocket as she ended the call, she quickly dashed forward towards the Ghost despite many shouts towards her of being a total idiot for doing anything at this moment.

They did not know what she could be capable of doing anyways; when she picked up a chair as she ran a half circle around the Ghost and skidded to a halt as she reached to around behind the creature. The young female quickly kicked off from the ground, and using the chair as a weapon in her hands; she landed several blows when she could at the black creature. Of course this was sort of futile, though fortunately this distracted the dark beast from going to the hiding people and aiming its attention towards the hiding angel.

Using its free large hand, it knocked the angel in disguise back though Bra was quick enough to use the chair as a weak form of shield to take some of the blow. Though the poor girl was knocked back almost across the room, her back smashing against the wall and forming a large dent and crack where she had landed. The force of that hit almost knocked the breath out of her though what made her pissed was when she felt liquid dripping slowly from the corner of her mouth.

God, she was going to kill Garterbelt after this.

 

[Eazy]

The new Headmaster raised an eyebrow slightly as the young woman rose and moved to stand closer to him. Perhaps a little too close, although even if Mr. Dubois did feel any awkwardness of discomfort from the approach, he was unlikely to display it openly toward the girl. The unnaturally red complexioned male didn't seem to react as she lifted a finger to wipe at his cheek, yet looked slightly puzzled until she pulled back her finger to reveal and lick clean the stray bit of pudding.

A low groan, almost a growl, emitted from within the male's chest as he gazed upon the student with those increasingly intense eyes. Letting the girl get in her parting words, the principle of the high school waited until the door was shut closed, before letting his body temperature rise further; the increased heat jumping briefly, yet at such a rate as to immediately vaporize any further bits of pudding or any other type of food that remained upon his being.

"This job wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for all of the damn teenagers." The man grumbled, a snap of his fingers causing the school flag from earlier to roll back up; allowing him to resume his earlier 'game' of darts to let off some tension for a while.

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The coming week after that awkward meeting with Ms. Brassiere Hierarchy had been a troubling one for the new Headmaster. It wasn't simply due to her daily escapades and visits into his office, either, though they certainly were further detrimental to his peace of mind. Even after Mr. Dubois had tried making it clearer to the young woman that she was expected to wear a regulations approved version of the school uniform, the troublesome teen had continued showing up with increasingly altered variations of her outfit. May as well have a coffee cup with her name on it waiting for her within his office at this point.

No, there was another problem weighing heavily upon the new Headmaster's brow. One which related closer toward his true reason for 'accepting' this position as the head of the high school. Sitting, elbows propped upon the desk, supporting hands which were folded while facing palm down as he rested his head on the back of them, the man silently waited for his gamble to begin. His normally calm and calculating eyes expressing a subtle eagerness. Awaiting something, within the still silence of his office, until those first literal rumblings of the invading ghost could be felt reaching even toward his faculty lounge.

"Finally." The man stated, calmly, yet with a hint of perhaps relief as he slowly stood, taking a moment for straightening out his suit even as the frightened mumblings of startled faculty members could be heard outside his office, "Was starting to believe the little shit actually had the nerve to try and run away."

Heading outside, a good portion of the faculty which wasn't teaching a class had already left the lounge; likely checking if they could help outside or adding to the panic by running for their own lives. The thought did bring a slight smirk to Jacques' lips, but relishing in such thoughts was best saved for another time. Arms folded behind his back in a casual manner, the man calmly strolled toward the direction in which numerous students and faculty were racing away.

The word of ghosts or false ghosts being wiped out by an Angel wasn't normally something the Headmaster would put any great concern toward. It wasn't the first time one of them was operating near one of the school's he was running at any given time. Some precautionary measures would always be taken, and his little 'operation' was finished and moved onto the next location before anyone knew what was truly happening under their watch.

However, after those reports from a week ago of Angel activity near the school, along with the arrival of a certain student around that time? Well, it made for a few concerns. Concerns which would require a certain catalyst for getting an answer. Fortunately, there were always a few expendable ghosts lurking about which could be used to those ends. They simply required a little....nudging. Something which, the man mused to himself with a sinister smirk, he was glad to offer with his very own personal touch.

Now, it was only a matter of waiting, and hoping that his little gamble would prove fruitful, as the headmaster continued on his way while speaking in a hushed sing-song voice, "Come out, come out, wherever you are...."

 

[Silver_Identity]

Many thoughts were running through her head but one remained screaming within the confinements of her mind. She will murder Garterbelt after this that was for certain. Especially for making her almost fleeing for her life when she could just go to Angel mode and deal with this fucker once and for all. Bra could only distract this dark beast for so long, and she could only dearly hope her 'guardian' would show up very soon.

The hope was starting to dwindle quickly, especially when the creature soon lost interest to meddle with the angel in disguise and turning around to see the cowering people who were trying to hide behind the overturned furniture. Though some managed to gather some courage to actually rush to the blocked entrance and actually attempt to move some of the debris out of the only exit.

Once again, the young female did whatever she can; hitting the creature with the only weapon she had which was the folded up chair before being dodging another swing of the arm. Landing a few feet away on her feet, she tried to think of a plan though she glanced at the remaining people who did nothing at the moment. "What are you waiting for?! Go help those guys to unblock the exit. I'll distract the monster."

She didn't felt any wanting to be a heroine at all, and that was not her original plan at all. Though she was definitely aware the corrupted Ghost still had Jenny within its grasp. She was slightly relieved that the monster did not do anything to her yet. But it seemed like the creature suddenly remembered of its hostage with it, as the creature then turned to glanced at the unconcious Jenny.

Oh shit, was Bra could think of, when the black monster decided to consume the young teenager. Its mouth opened wide as it brought the girl closer to the mouth. Seems whatever Bra did, smacking the chair and such at the beast did nothing to distract the creature from attempting.

This was when she finally snapped, tossing the folded chair right at the back of the head of the monster and actually causing the creature to pause then turned around to face her. "... You know what. Fuck this shit. You are going down, motherfucker!" Bra was enraged, breathing in and out heavily as she was deeply annoyed. Raising a hand over the top of her head, a bright glowing halo formed over her head with a gentle 'chime' sounding. Oddly, a catchy song started to play somehow within the background, added with disco lights flashing around the area.

Lowering her hand quickly, the halo followed while trailing down and widening along the outline of her body before reaching to the floor. Her school uniform was replaced with her angel outfit consisting of strapless white dress with a short puffy skirt, with a white leather underbust corset. Her shoes were replaced with white stilettos; her socks with white fishnets.

Once again a metal pole appeared behind her as Bra then started to dance around it, jumping onto the pole and twirling around it as the illusion of a halo above her head and a pair of white feathered wings appeared on her back.

"O wicked spirit born of a lost soul in limbo
Receive judgement from the garb of the Holy Virgin.."

The angel bent forward, her hands starting to trail from her legs and sliding upwards; brushing up along her thighs, and over her flat stomach before passing over her breasts while her body was swaying slightly along with the music. Trailing her hands up over her neck as her hands reach to her face, her back leaning against the metal pole before turning herself around, her hands lowering and moving towards her back.

All the people were watching at the rather odd performance, though of course confused on what was going on. But then again, the male students and even the teachers seemingly to enjoy the rather erotic dance alltogether.

"Cleansed of worldly impurities
Return to Heaven and Earth..."

Bra's hands went to unsnap her strapless bra beneath the dress and corset before drawing it out. It was by then the people were then utterly confused on what she was going to do with the undergarment. Then only they receive their answer as the young angel spin the bra around as she then finished.

"Repent!"

The garment begun to glow a very bright white color before transforming to a weapon which was her white whip. The weapon within her grasp glowed a gentle bluish white aura, and strangely, even her form glowed in the same mixture of colour.

Jenny finally arose into conciousness at that time, gathering her senses to get what was going on before realizing what situation she was in. A scream from her pierced through as panic within that large hallroom rise again. "... You're.... an.... angel.." The beast managed to actually speak, though the words are a bit slurred but understandable.

"That's right, buddy. Now you're fucked." The angel maneuvered her whip to slash at the black beast's hand which was holding Jenny, cutting it right through and thus releasing the screaming girl. Falling to the ground, once again Jenny squealed before being caught by Bra after the angel quickly jumped to her rescue.

Landing safely with Jenny in her arms, she then tossed the girl to some nearby students before turning her full attention towards the creature. Dashing towards it, she then begun to swing the whip in quick slashes as the whip sliced through the creature with ease. The angel kicked off from the floor before delivering the last blow with her foot towards the face.

As the young angelic female then used the momentum to kick off from the creature as the black monster then exploded into dust. It was then a loud ringing chime of a church bell sounded and Bra was relieved. It was just music to her ears, especially when added with a sound of coins clinking onto the floor. Landing just in front of the coins, she then picked the coins up. At fucking last, Heaven coins and not just only one either. Smiling to herself, she managed to get two this time.

Though of course she was a bit worried on what the remaining people who were in the hallroom all this time would think, and of course, this worry was in place when she could not use the device to erase their memories. Glancing at the blocked entrance which the people did try to move the debris, but then it was too much. Moving closer towards the door, she then did just one whipped movement with her weapon and somehow the many debris were cleared away.

Turning around to look over the people who stood and watched her in awe, she did not expect them to suddenly raise their hands and applaud for her. Blinking her green eyes, she watched as people begun to approach her, and even Jenny. "Uhm.. Thanks for.. saving me. I was wrong about you; you are indeed cool." The bully spoke to her before placing a hand onto Bra's shoulder. "Whatever you are and all? Don't worry, we can keep it a secret. The whole study body will, and I am sure the faculty would too."

The young angel stared at Jenny before looking around at the others who gathered around her, she then put on a small smile as she rolled up her whip to place onto the right side of her belt, "... I'm.. surprised but.. Thanks, guys."

 

[Eazy]

Sending the ghost away far removed of the school would be easy enough a task to accomplish if his hunch was incorrect. Even considering the additional power boost he'd given it prior to this attack, Mr. Dubois own abilities were more then enough for taking care of wayward poltergeist. As such, the perhaps surprisingly calm yet attentive older male made his way toward the scene of the disturbance with the workings of that secondary plan already flowing through the gears within that devious brain in his crimson haired skull.

Such mechanisms of plotting were suddenly silenced, however, as he turned a corner just in time for the show to start. "Fucking hell..." The man whispered, taking a step back, leaning against the wall outside of view for those whose attention had mostly been captured by the spectacle playing out before them, anyway.

As feared, the unearthly headmaster just had to get one of them snooping about when he was so close to completing his ultimate goal. Fantastic. It was a problem, and yet, it wasn't one out of the realm of possibility for being dealt with easily enough. Just a shame the ghost wasn't enough for finishing the job, he mused, as the light show of heavenly energies finally seemed to die down after a while. Taking a moment to straighten out his tie and out, the older male moved from around the corner; pausing to make a throat clearing noise which quickly captured the attention of those gathered.

"M-Mr. Dubois?! Did you see-" One of the girls started to explain with puzzled excitement, until the man raised a hand to silence the teen from continuing. "I do believe I saw enough, Ms. White." The headmaster assured, his attention largely focused upon the 'student' whom seemed to be the hero of the hour.

At the same time, however, he took in the reactions of the many onlookers that were marveled by their first encounter with one of her kind. The male managed to get a read on several of them, and he could tell, for whatever grip their new headmaster had managed to work his way into achieving over the past few weeks, she had succeeded in wiggle her way in there as the exception that they would fight him upon if the wrong action were taken. Like a celebrity, suddenly exempt from the laws or rules in the eyes of their fandom. Fucking hell, indeed.

"Ms. Hierarchy?" The man's voice came out in a non-confrontational, yet authority laden manner as he addressed the girl whom had proven such a pain for him during the past week, and was now only certain to cause even more trouble. Taking another glance at those that had already gathered and were continuing to gather within the hallway, the new Headmaster knew it best not to present himself as a definite 'bad guy' to those watching.

As such, Mr. Dubois maintained his usual calm demeanor, which at least gave the students and faculty a sense of familiarity within his approach, as he continued, "I do believe, young lady, that we have quite a bit to discuss after today. If you would do me the honor of accompanying me back to my office?" A short pause there, allowing a hint of his more natural sarcasm to slip through as he rather dryly noted, "I'm sure you're well familiar with its location by now."

Waiting until she would begin to comply with his 'request', the older male then addressed those of the faculty that were amongst the gawker onlookers, "The rest of you take care of the students. Those who wish can head home early for the day, but only after everyone is safely accounted for, of course."

Getting that extra touch of the illusion that this new Headmaster actually cared for the well being of those under him out of the way, Mr. Dubois then walked ahead of the now unveiled Angel as they marched back toward his office. This was an unfortunate development, the man mused to him during the relatively short walk. And yet? It wasn't one without ways of getting around. Some, more simple then others. Albeit perhaps less fun, he noted with a hint of a smirk upon his features as they arrived at the office she was by now undoubtedly acquainted with at this point.

Wasting little time in taking his spot behind the desk, the headmaster this time kept his back toward the girl, arms behind his back, while seemingly looking the various plaques on the wall as he seemed contemplative for a moment. The demon in question often did have a flare for the dramatic when putting up a farce such as this one. "Now then. Where to begin?" He finally spoke, turning slowly in order to face the Angel, before standing behind his chair and resting both hands upon the back of it while gazing at her across the desk, "I guess the obvious starting point is to ask who....or perhaps what you are? What you're doing here and if I should be worrying about your potentially bring about further danger onto my staff and young charges?"

Not that the red complexioned male didn't already have a good idea, but asking such a question was necessary for keeping up his charade. Letting her get out any response she may have, Mr. Dubois pulled out his chair in order to take a seat; his eyes never leaving Brassiere the entire time. Whatever she had to say, or decided to share, Jacques would pretend to take the information in and consider it for a minute or two. A required part of the act, even if his mind was already made up on what to do next as he nudged closer toward the suggestion of her expulsion from this school.

"Getting more so to the point of the matter?" He pressed on at the next opportunity, continuing to look uncertain to an extent, yet showing more of his stoic stance as an authority figure and even a touch of his sarcasm, "While I'm sure we're all incredibly grateful for your saving Ms. Jennifer Walker so that she may one day grow to become one of the great thinkers of her generation; there's also no denying that you immediately introduce the possibility of your very presence being a detriment to the safety and harmony of these great halls."

Reclining back into his armchair for a moment, the headmaster narrowed his eyes slightly while finishing, "And quite frankly? You've proven yourself little else then a headache and a distraction for myself ever since the day you arrived."

 

[Silver_Identity]

As the gathered crowd around her suddenly turned their attention from the newly revealed angelic being, the young angel followed their direction as she then only noticed the young principal finally entering into the scene. She did actually wondered where he was during the whole situation and even more when he seemed to be all calm despite his claims on watching the whole scenario earlier. Bra did that find that rather odd but then again, she was fully aware this principal was something different all together when she tried to push his buttons for the past week.

Men which she had previously targeted would had been all over her by now, but this principal was a different case. It seemed as if he was unaffected by her advances, or at least he was doing a hell of a good job hiding his emotions. She hoped it was the latter. But glancing at him now, she could only ponder as she then silently agreed to follow him to his office. The young female was not too certain on what he would need to talk to her so privately but then again, after watching what had happened in the student hall, perhaps he just need more clarification from her.

The young angel only followed silently to his office though many glances were thrown onto her, but then again she was still adorning her 'celestial' outfit and thus, this was definitely bringing some attention to her. After entering the office and the door closed, she then only took a seat at the table and feeling the familiarity already in this office. Then again, she had kept entering into this particular room so many times for the past week.

She almost smirked to herself as she thought of that. But pushing it aside, she only watched patiently as the principal then turned himself around to face her, looking ever so stern before he started with his question. It was an expected question, to be sure, when he started out with asking who she really was. Though oddly the next question left her slightly puzzled. Didn't she just almost sacrificed her life for the school earlier?

She felt like one of those misunderstood heroes from those comics she would read at times. Taking a slow breath, she then answered calmly as she crossed one leg over another as if making herself comfortable, "I already mentioned my name and you would know my name by now. And... well.. It's difficult to explain, but other than like I am sure you could see, I'm an angel. From Heaven." She paused and then lifted a hand, her index finger pointing up, "Like from up there really."

"I'm supposed to actually protect the humans on this surface of the earth, mostly this town at the moment and be rid of the 'Ghosts'. Like the one you saw earlier in the student hall." She explained further, letting the details she had mentioned to sink in for the principal as she then relaxed herself further on the chair she was sitting upon. "There is actually a reason why I'm in your school at the moment. I'm actually in a sort of a mission here at the moment, so... I apologize that I had to disguise myself as a student here before but yeah."

After allowing herself to explain to a certain point, she then listened to what the principal had to say though his words had left her even more puzzled. Her green eyes gazed at him for a mere moment before she straightened her back a bit, "I apologize, Mr. Dubois. But I did more than just save Ms. Walker. I actually saved your entire school, and that's actually pretty big number. I'm not trying to brag or anything, but you know, that's a pretty big thing."

She felt slightly insulted in a way that he was seemingly to be belittling the fact that she actually did saved his school after all, but oddly, that didn't seem to faze him at all. Pausing for a moment though, she did caught on something and she arched an eyebrow. "... Distraction? Why would I be such a distraction to you, Mr. Dubois? I am certain you would have better things to actually do, rather than be distracted by the activities I did in the past week. Not as if I did anything that serious to actually might receive a suspension from what I feel though."

A small smirk touched her lips as she then stood up from the chair slowly, and unexpectedly, she neared her body towards the table until she was leaning over the furniture and closer to him. ".. Are you saying that I'm finally getting under that skin of yours, Mr. Dubois?" She actually did leaned over so closely in purpose; especially doing so would allow Jacques an ample and also bare view of the top of her breasts, and as well of her rather deep cleavage.

"I always had wondered when I would finally get through that thick wall of yours, Mr. Dubois. I was certain I could soften you up within time. But I do have to say though.." She almost cooed out the words to him, her hands then lifting up to boldly take the tie from his coat and she put on an innocent facade as she purposely straightened his tie for him.

"I don't think it would sit very well with your students. You see, Mr. Dubois.. I had found that your school could be the center on where the Ghosts were coming from. Also, if you really care for your students, then you would understand that the best choice would be to let me be around as a sort of.. maybe a patrol?" She paused for a moment to release his tie and draw herself away from the table, but to only walk around the the table to stand where he was. Her white stilettos clicked on the floor as she walked before she stopped near where he was.

Bra only then seated herself at the edge of the table and she crossed one leg over another, allowing the rather short ruffle skirt of her to hike even more along her smooth and yet fair thigh though covered with the white netstockings. "Also.. At least now we both know that I don't really have to be your official student now that the truth is out, so therefore... It would not be a total crime or against your principles if you were... you know, just go along with your desire and lust." A sultry smirk formed on her lips as she gingerly moved her hand from her neck, sliding down to the top of her breasts and trailing down from there to her trim stomach and down her thigh.

"Also.. since I'm an angel, it shouldn't be truly a sin, am I right?" She finally mentioned, and lifting her hand once again, bringing it to take another bold action of touching her fingertips along his upper arm like so.

 

[Eazy]

Her words had completely fallen on deaf ears, though there was little she could said that was going to dissuade his mindset. The only item which came close was the mention of how she'd saved the entire school, which he knew would cause some problems amongst his position with students and faculty if he didn't play things carefully. She evidently wasn't in any hurry about leaving even now that this ghost was taken care of. And he couldn't forcibly expel her so soon after she was made out to be the big hero. Hmm. It was so much easier when you could just throw your obstacles into a pit of fire.

"That may all be well and good, Ms. Hierarchy. But surely now that you've taken care of the earlier threat, there's nothing else to keep you situated within the academic roster." The older male started to suggest, hoping that catching the earlier ghost would prove enough to satisfy any suspicions the Angel held and wouldn't see a need for continuing her stay at the school.

That said, however, the man soon found himself watching the supposed teenager with a curious expression as she reflected on his earlier talk about her being a distraction.. Following with his eyes as she stood and neared herself toward him, leaning over the headmasters desk, allowing him an unobstructed view down her top at that ample cleavage which, unfortunately, he did let enough male weakness seep through in order to engage in a quick yet obvious glance upon said mounds of flesh. With a considerable amount of willpower, the older male sat, mostly stoic, as the punkish Angel reached those slender hands across to fiddle with his tie.

"Ms. Hierarchy...." The man started, almost glaring at her by now, yet showing evident signs of her having gotten under his thick skin; right before she confirmed his own concerns about how it wouldn't be so 'easy' a task of getting her out of his hair after the earlier incident.

Mr. Dubois started to let out a low groan, almost a growl at the prospect, when Brassiere then released his tie and started her way around the desk. Watching as she seated herself upon the edge of the desk, leg crossed over another, allowing the man a rather alluring view of her slender legs within those white net stockings as she resumed speaking. Any type of heart that the male did have was beating a little faster now, as he followed the movements of her hands along her own body, before they reached out to once more touch upon his upper arm. The simple act sent a jolt through the male, but another part sent a perhaps stronger surge of excitement throughout the new headmaster.

Sin.

What a lovely thought, he reflected with a faint smirk, as his mind worked over the numerous ways in which one may incorporate such a broad yet specific idea into this odd pairing. Gazing up into her eyes, the man allowed that faint smirk to grow, just a little, before suggesting with a calm yet mischievous tone, "I don't know, Ms. Hierarchy. If you are indeed an Angel, would it not be a sin of a different nature if I did let us indulge in such....desires?"

Curious and patient for any answer she had to offer, the crimson complexioned male wondered what she would think if the little do-gooder knew exactly what type of fate she was tempting with her flirtatious demeanor. He had to admit, there was a familiar tug and strain within those pants, due in part to a mixture of her natural beauty and those ideas of what exactly his desires may hold in store for the young Angel.

As they conversed, however, there was a sudden knock at the door. "Mr. Dubois? Are you still in there?" The voice of a female teacher came from the other side, giving another knock before the sound of her fumbling with the doorknob could be heard.

Angel or not, Jacques knew that his reputation within the high school could suffer another blow if caught in such a compromising spot with a registered student of the campus. "Bloody hell...." The man grumbled, before rolling back in his chair briefly, trying to take the girl off the edge of the desk, but evidently doing so too fast as to keep her from properly planting her feet onto the ground. As Brassiere landed awkwardly onto his lap, the headmaster then nudged her onto the carpeted floor as the door was swinging open.

"Stay silent and, just for once, behave yourself." Mr. Dubois whispered in a hurried tone down to the door as she was to hide under his desk for now, before returning his full attention to the older woman that entered; giving her a familiar and charming smile as he greeted her from his chair, "Ahh, Mrs. Stevens. Sorry, my mind was a million miles away after the earlier excitement."

The woman in her mid-40's gave a slight blush at the handsome males greeting, shaking her head quickly, "No, no, sir. I completely understand. I'm terribly sorry if I'm interrupting anything. "

Raising a hand to wave it off, the man assured her, "Nothing which can't be put off until later, I assure you. Now what is it I can do for you?"

As the woman started to give an update about the students and faculty members during the immediate aftermath of the earlier bit of insanity, the headmaster continued his ruse, despite feeling rather anxious for her to leave given the considerably 'sensitive' nature of the previous 'conversation' he was sharing only moments earlier.

 

[Silver_Identity]

Catching that very slight smirk on the pursed lips of the headmaster, the young angel knew that she had finally perked his interest and broke through that tall wall of his. Forming a small smirk of her own and gazing down at the man who seated himself at his chair, she listened to him speak though noting on the tone he was using. The smirk on her lips grew even more as she then replied with a seductive tone, "Perhaps it would be a different kind of sin.. But I feel it would be a another type of sin to just suppress your desire and you should.. at least indulge yourself once in a while, right?"

When she thought she finally got her luck when it comes to the very stern and strict headmaster, it seemed some outside force dare to interrupt the started conversation between them two. Turning her head to glance at the door, she almost swore out loud at how her luck should not had run out so quickly like so. Turning her head though, she felt him nudging and pushing her off from his table in such a rush. She was understanding in a way that he was still the principal of this school, and even more, she was supposed to be one of his students.

The compromising positions they were in, if caught, would had jeopardize his career and her popularity which she just only gained very recently after saving the school. She was not quick to get onto her feet as she was suddenly pushed off, landing onto his lap but only for very briefly before she was nudged off to the floor.

Gasping slightly as she landed onto her round bottom on the floor, she gave a confused look towards Jacques before listening to his 'request' and she silently obliged as she silently snuck to hide behind the provided space beneath his table. Fortunately for her, there was quite some room for her to fit her slender body into, kneeling herself down and she tried to get herself comfortable as the young woman had a feeling this might take quite a while, especially listening to what the older female wanted to inform to the young principal.

Waiting beneath the table like so, she tried to peek beneath the table and glancing up at the headmaster, though noticing at this position, her form was mighty close to the lower portion of his body. Her eyes trailed down his body, and then glancing at the the crotch region; she then distinctively recall that she felt something forming beneath that pants of his.

The corner of her lips twitched up, as a sly smirk touched her lips. He did told her to behave but since when she would ever do so in the first place. Also feeling that it would not harm to play a little with the stoic man, and perhaps unfortunately for the man, Bra was feeling mischievous and wanted to see how he would react.

The sneaky angel placed her warm hands onto the inner thighs of his, her fingers trailing up and closer to where the zipper of his pants would lay. Carefully and silently, she tugged the zipper down even despite whatever futile movement from his legs or hips to dissuade her. Snickering gently as she finally pulled the zipper down fully, she slid a smooth hand into the provided and parted opening of his pants, sneaking her hand into his boxers and was able to draw out his member from within the confinement of his pants.

With her eyes laying on the tool in front of her, she have to admit that the almost unpersuaded man had a rather impressive length and girth. Lifting her head slightly, she teasingly gave a soft yet warm breath to tickle against the thick head of the manhood to watch it twitch in response. Wrapping her hand around the base of his shaft, she tried to sneak a peek from beneath the table to gaze up at him for a moment as she wanted to at least see his face for any reaction.

The smirk on her lips widened though and she only returned to the task as she started to stroke his length with her hand, gripping firmly and then, perhaps mercifully for the principal, she placed her warm yet moist lips on the mushroom tip of his shaft in a small kiss. Her tongue then peeked out from between her lips, as she then started to trail that wet appendage, rolling around the tip wetly before going all over his length, though paying special attention to slurp along the underside of his cock.

Hearing for any response the struggling man would give in reaction while trying to keep his composure, she then finally wrapped her lips around the tip and giving a firm suckle before she started to slide her lips downwards. The punkish angel was intent to take his whole length into her mouth as she started to bob her head up and down in a slow pace at the moment, but slowly catching up speed while her mouth continued the sucking motion around his girth.

 

[Eazy]

The older woman continued prattling on about details concerning the aftermath of the earlier incident while Mr. Dubois kept up his farce of actually giving a crap about it. He'd already planned in advance for dealing with any possible casualties, and had a firm enough grip on much of the student body and faculty to insure their silence, at the very least. Still, he needed to put up the front of a concerned educator, as the headmaster kept that stock look of interest upon his handsome, crimson features while occasionally slipping in a simple head nod every now and again for good measure. Such a simple gesture, always assured to let those talking carry on with the notion of any actual interest in what they had to say.

All the while the man had remained rather anxious, and a bit nervous, as the Angel continued hiding under his desk until Mrs. Stevens would leave. Based on the past week or so together, he was actually a little surprised Bra had behaved well enough so far. As it would turn out, perhaps going so far as to actually think this out to himself had only served as a way of jinxing his luck. It wasn't long until the older male suddenly felt the soft caress of the young Angel's hands caressing along the pants leg of his inner thighs; causing him to flinch slightly within his chair, eyes widening briefly, then narrowing as he fought the instinctive reaction of glancing down toward the source of the disturbance.

"Is something the matter, Mr. Dubois?" The friendly, unsuspecting voice of Mrs. Stevens redirected his attention in her direction, as the older woman noticed his slight change in demeanor.

Clearing his throat, the headmaster gave a reassuring smile at the seasoned educator, while lifting a hand to wave it off, "It's...It's nothing, Mrs. Stevens. Just been a busy daaaay." His last words trailed off slightly, as Brassiere's hand soon came to the zipper of his pants. The man shifted about within his chair a little, trying to shake off the grip on the silver object, yet finding it futile as the object was slowly but steadily lowered over his already straining hardness.

"Yes, that was quite an ordeal, wouldn't you agree? Oh, thank heavens for our young Ms. Hierarchy. I can only imagine where we'd be right now if she hadn't enrolled here." The kind, older woman had continued with a warm smile on her features; blissfully unaware of what exactly was taking place only a couple feet in front of where she stood.

With the zipper all the way down, it didn't take long until the punkish Angel's slender hand slid into the open to draw out that throbbing, crimson cock; grasping the manhood within her warm hand while teasingly blowing a caressing breath along the sensitive head, causing Mr. Dubois' features to strain even further for control while addressing the woman, "Funny, I was thinking the exact same thing right....mmm....right now...."

Her hand soon started gliding along the length of him, gripping firmly, that throbbing hardness twitching within her grasp as his body betrayed him to her admitted skillful technique. It didn't help that the male was actually quite the lustful type beneath that stoic facade, and she was by now fanning the flames of that desire with every jerking motion of her hand. When the crimson complexioned male felt the moist tongue trailing itself around the tip, his fingers started to dig into the desk; slightly crumpling a sheet of paper that laid there.

His lower body swayed slightly, trying on a couple of occasions to pull away of the Angel, yet finding it a futile effort as that moist appendage rolled along the underside of his cock. A shiver raced up his spine, jaws clenched slightly to stifle any sound, as he waited impatiently for the other woman in the office to finally take her leave.

Continually unaware of the true situation here, Mrs. Steven's casually paced about the office, looking over the plaques on the wall while musing happily, "She really is a gift from above, don't you agree? A little on the unorthodox side, but then she proved her intensions to be good ones."

Feeling those heavenly lips of his 'student' finally wrap themselves around the swollen tip and giving a firm suckle, the headmaster nearly lost his composure, so very close to letting loose a very audible groan as he replied with a hint of irony beneath the growing sound of pleasure, "Y-Yes...she's a real....real treat....that one is.... "

As he felt her starting to glide her head up and down along the length of him, the headmaster's body grew increasingly tensed. The early caresses of pleasure were mounting, growing stronger and harder to ignore as that noticeably hot, throbbing hardness continued to pulsate within the Angel's suckling mouth. His breathing grew labored, hips slightly shifting, at times failing to fight that instinctive reaction of moving forward and nudging that cock any further down the 'students' throat as she took him deeper inside. Any other time, he may have welcomed this, especially having one of them down on their knees like so, but at this exact moment?

"M-Mrs. Stevens? If there's nothing else-" The headmaster started to speak, hoping to nudge the woman out of this office, before she then interrupted while turning again to face him, "Where is the little dear, anyway? I'm sure many of the faculty would like to thank her again for earlier." She paused briefly, watching him curiously as the man seemed slightly distracted, before good naturedly teasing with a warm smile, "You didn't scare her off, did you sir?"

The eye contact made with this naive, innocent mother of three brought a slight surge of excitement toward the male; the thought adding to the already taboo nature of what was happening under her very nose as the Angel continued working over his erect arousal. "Mmmm....N-No, we....we'd just finished our meeeeeting....earlier. I'd imagine she's off doing whatever it is that Angel's.....do." The man responded while giving a smile of his own. A smile which perhaps wasn't quite so convincing to his past ones due to the continued strain on his self control; silently hoping this would be over soon, one way or the other, as the woman unfortunately resumed going over the final details she wished to bring to mind after the earlier incident. A low groan brought about by this was perhaps missed by the female teacher, but not likely by the 'student' lurking beneath the headmasters desk.

 

[Silver_Identity]

Hearing all the little struggling from the usually composed headmaster made the corner of her lips twitched as she couldn't help but smirk slightly from this. At least now she knew that this man, despite being all the stoic and strict person he was, he could not deny his own lust and pleasure. And this 'student' of hers was definitely going to be inflaming both even more, that was for certain.

Bra did listened in to what the elderly female had to say to Mr. Dubois, and she couldn't resist the feeling of some ego of hers being inflated somewhat, knowing that she had managed to get at least one of the staff members to be praising her. Though of course, if she knew what was really transpiring right close to her, and the said angel beneath the table, perhaps those words said would be thrown out the window. Then again, that would be said with any respect the principal had as well. But still, as the headmaster replied to the concerned teacher, she smirked once again. Real treat indeed, she thought to herself.

Fortunately, it seemed that the handsome headmaster was doing quite a good job in maintaining whatever composure he had even though right now, Bra was definitely aware, of the pleasure growing at this point. But still even then, she could not ignore that teasing side of hers when she then drew her lips away for a moment as she prepared to give another teasing moment for the perhaps unfortunate man.

Breathing in a few times, letting the cool air rush along the very well saliva-slickened manhood; she then parted her lips as that skillful tongue of hers roughly played around the red and engorged mushroom head of his manhood before she then slipped the tip of her tongue into the small slit at the head, her tongue wriggling as the tip pressed into the slit like so.

The angel did wished for Mrs. Steven would leave as well; she knew she almost had Jacques around her finger really, especially right now with his manhood pulsating against her tongue like so. But it seemed that the older female would be sticking around longer and that even frustrated the angelic being, and surely for the Mr. Dubois as well; especially hearing his low groan. Feeling that she need to take up a notch, and also wanting to tease the poor man more, she drew her head back slightly to only lower her head.

Letting a few moments passed, and allowing the man to wonder whether she had stopped, to only feel one of her smooth hands to slip into the opening of his pants again before her fingers met with his scrotum. Grabbing one of his twins, she then started carressing and squeezing while her lips return to his manhood once again with them enveloping around the tip. Lowering her head down while she sucked onto his thick girth, the length of his slid down into her mouth and going down further until the tip met with the back of her throat.

Taking a moment to compose herself, she then pushed her lips downwards even more, until her lips were wrapped around the base of his cock and his manhood slipping even further until the engorged tool was deep within the wet caverns. She then drew her mouth back until the head remained between her lips to only repeat the motion earlier, as she bobbed her head up and down once again and letting the rigid member slide deeply into her throat each time, without releasing much of gagging noises while she was doing this. Any precum which was leaking out from the tip would be slurped and sucked away from his manhood.

This was definitely torturous for Mr. Dubois, that was for certain. Especially now, when the angel had a few tricks up her sleeves. When his entire length slipped into her mouth and entering into her throat, she held that position for a moment or two before she worked her throat muscles to work; letting the muscles carress and squeeze around the upper portion of his manhood and the bulbous tip.

Her hand continued to busy itself as she continued with the squeeze and carressing of his scrotum, though she did switched to pay attention to the other twin. While doing all of this, she could feel his erect member within her throat and mouth twitched and jerked even more and she knew he would be close to his release soon.

And that spurred her more, despite the situation they both were in was a rather risky one. But yet, as this continued, the angel got a feeling that the principal would rather this to continue as he was almost to that edge after all.

 

[Eazy]

'What type of sweet ironic hell was this....' the male reflected without words, as he strained with maintaining composure under the sweet assault as one of his metaphorical puppets within the faculty droned on about stuff which the Headmaster cared nothing about. Mr. Dubois continued the facade, his legs shaking slightly while his fingers would occasionally dig into the expensive surface of his custom desk. A desk for which he was deeply regretting having designed with such wide legroom at this very moment.

Fortunately, or so he thought, it suddenly seemed as if the troublemaker Angel had relented on her task as Jacques felt the girls lips leaving his swollen erection. Not to be the case, however, as the male felt her warm breath caressing along his moistened length before the sudden sensation of her slippery tongue dancing around the engorged tip caused him to jerk slightly within his seat. A faint whimper managed to escape, followed by a frustrated groan, which were both missed out on by the teacher as her Principle continued to endure this situation.

The teasing at his sensitive head would continue for a while, before Bra suddenly pulled away of his hardness yet again. Jacques wasn't so easily tricked this time, or so he believed, as he awaited further 'assault' from the devious little. He waited. Not wanting to be caught off guard this time.

"Mr. Dubois? Is something wrong?" Suddenly asked the concerned Mrs. Stevens upon noticing the man's sudden shift in focus.

"Huh?" Started the older male, letting his guard drop once again before starting to speak with a reassuring, sly smile, "Oh, just the usual Principle matters, Mrs. Stevens. Nothing for you to be concerned w-ITH!!....."

The sudden raise in his voice was of course caused by the feel of Bra's nimble fingers slipping into the opening of his pants; finding the twin orbs of his testes and immediately starting to tease and caress at him as her naughty little mouth resumed its earlier work. "I really do hate that girl...." The male whispered under his breath, unable to be picked up by the older woman, but perhaps faintly getting the gist of it down to the angel in question.

Confused, yet finally realizing that she was perhaps taking up too much of his time, Mrs. Stevens then started to wrap up her conversation with the male. Although the wrapping up was taking a lot longer then he'd like, as the man struggled even harder now, feeling himself nudging closer to the edge of bliss as Bra took him deeper into her throat. A fairly steady stream of precum was seeping out of the spongy tip at this point, adding to the coat around the girls teasing tongue as his started to twitch a little more frequently within her throat.

His hips would nearly start to buck in response, yet kept mostly still, as Mrs. Stevens finally, mercifully, departed from the office, "Have a good afternoon, sir. And don't worry, I'm certain everything shall work out fine in the end."

"O-Oh, I'm sure it will Mrs.....Stevens. Good day to you." The Headmaster replied, maintaining that false calmness as best he could while fighting the building state of bliss, until the door was shut tightly behind the older educator. Almost immediately afterward, all of that restraint gave way in one blissful moment, as his hands gripped at the surface of the desk while giving a few almost violent jerks forward with his hips, "Bloody hell.....Shit!!"

The verbal outburst filled the office, as the man would thrust forward several mores times before suddenly erupting, hard, inside of the Angel's suckling mouth. Blissful, yet almost brutal noises of his climax filled the office, followed along by letting out a short string of profanities between the long groans emanating from deep within his throat. The hard, throbbing cock thrusting into Bra's mouth had erupted; spilling out a steady torrent of thick and surprisingly warm cum into her mouth. His seed also had an odd spice to it, which wasn't exactly unpleasant, but perhaps noticeable as different from what one would find in the average male.

Not that such trivial touches mattered, as the majority of his release soon found its way flowing down the girls throat as it filled her mouth. His lower body would continue thrusting toward, the hands on his desk helping with added leverage and giving him something to grasp onto as his slammed forward within his rolling chair. The headmaster took his pleasures from the 'students' lips, riding out those waves of bliss, as he felt the peek of his orgasm subsiding. His thrusting motions grew slower, his throbbing erection starting to soften, as he milked out the last of his cum within her mouth until finally coming to a halt in those movements.

"Fucking hell...." The man uttered, his voice and breathing noticeably strained, as he finally collapsed back into his armchair. His chest rose and fell at a slow yet erratic pace while sucking in those breathes of air. Eventually, he could feel her releasing him fully of her lips and fingers, which allowed him to push back in his chair enough to gaze down at the undercover student.

Straightening himself out slightly, trying to resume looking as best composed as he could in this given situation, the older male gazed down at the girl with a relatively ineffective attempt at a stern look while rhetorically asking, "Exactly what sort of an Angel are you supposed to be, anyway?"

 

[Silver_Identity]

Perhaps it was just a mere miracle when the older female staff then realized of her consuming too much time of her beloved principal and thus trying to end the conversation. Even Bra herself was getting rather impatient with the older woman despite she was such a nice lady with her earlier compliments. Though with the current situation at hand, it would be difficult for Mrs. Steven to simply ignore when Mr. Dubois reached to that blissful peak.

Fortunately for them both, the lady then soon leave the office, and only when she heard the door clicked shut, the angel thought to continue without abandon really. Though it seemed the principal was already at his limits when she felt his manhood within her mouth suddenly twitching wildly, also added with the harsh thrusts into her willing mouth like so. Not that she minded, of course.

She allowed for the frustrated man to use her mouth like so, thrusting into her mouth and sliding into her throat in a sort of using her willing orifice in his own pleasurable moment. She kept her lips wrapped around his thick girth, though still leaving some little space to not inhibit his movements. Bracing herself that way, her eyes then widened slightly as suddenly the thick stream of his warm semen then gushed out, along with his loud groans and moans.

The mischievous female did noted the curses and swearing said outloud from his mouth, despite him being a rather professional person around the students. Yet again though, it seemed even him couldn't hide some of his natural colors.

The angel could only just swallowed, drinking down mostly everything she could though noticing at the rather odd yet rather pleasant taste of his thick fluid. Her hands were upon his legs, steadying him and so that his hips does not directly smack into her face with such mighty force and allowing her to ride his orgasm while filling her mouth with every drop of essence he could offer to her.

Though of course, with such a heavy load, it would be a feat even for the angel to consume every drop of the rather delicious semen as some manage to leak from the corner of her lips, dripping from her mouth and down her chin, before dripping further onto the top of her breasts. Finally when he started to slow down into a halt and then slumped onto his chair, she pulled her lips and hand away slowly from his softened tool and took a few deep breaths of her own.

At his question while gazing down at her, she blinked slightly as if confused with the question before that trademark smirk of hers formed on her lips. "One heck of a fun and sexy angel from Heavens, of course," she replied quite cockily and lifting a hand, she scooped some of his lingering semen from her face, and some from the top of her breasts before lifting her hand up. Her green eyes were upon his face, watching him intently as he was watching her before she then proceeded to clean her fingers clean with her tongue licking the digits like so.

"I have to say? You have a rather unique taste, and I actually quite like it. Also? I find you a bit more attractive, now knowing that you do actually swear and such. Thought you were all just strict and all stern, but really? Perhaps you are something more." She eased herself out from beneath the table though then noticing just how long she had been down there when her body felt so stiffened for staying there for that long.

Moving her muscles a bit as she stood up from the table, thanks to the space given when Jacques moved away from the table on his rolling chair. Before long, the angel was in her mischief once again as she then reduced the gap between her and the headmaster, practically leaning forward and lifting one knee up to rest onto the arm of the chair. Her hand reaching out to play with his tie once again, her head lowering down over his.

".... So... Mr. Dubois? Since you had... kind of taste on what my capabilities would be.. Would you be interested to go further with me? Seriously though? I really would like to know how it feels to have you fuck me with that cock of yours there, you know?" Snickering slightly with that smirk still on her lips, she then continued, "Of course I am sure you would like to know how it feels to be inside me. The men I've been with before?"

Pausing for a moment, she tugging the tie up slightly as if bringing the principal's head over to her own head, letting her lips hover over his so ever closely until her warm breaths could be even felt on his own lips. "... They said that they were in heaven.."

Before Bra could proceed further with the man, it seemed fate had a different opinion in mind when suddenly the door of the office slammed open and alarmed, the angel quickly pulled herself away from the principal from the rather awkward position before then turning to see who was at the door.

A look of apologetic embarrassment on her face then turned to a furious scowl as she then started shouting, pointing her index finger at the person who dared to disturb her trying to seduce the principal. "You stupid fucking old man! You didn't fucking show up earlier to kill the damn ghost, and you have to arrive now?!"

There stood a large black man, perhaps around his early thirties, dressed in a priest garb with a bible locked beneath his arm though of course, what stood out with the man would be the thick afro on the top of his head which compliment quite well with his black beard with moustache on his features. He looked that sort you would find from perhaps the late 80's or early 90's with such a look. With his deep voice, he then started to berate the younger lady though despite being a priest, his words weren't so holy. "The fuck?! I came, rushing here, you ungrateful bitch! And even worse, I told you that you shouldn't alter to your angel form, and then you did! Now we have to fucking erase the people's minds at this point!"

Bra crossed her arms over her breasts after walking over to stand in front of the huge priest, her eyes glaring at the man before she then shouted in return, "Well, if I didn't? I wouldn't be able to fucking save the school and the students, you dumbfuck! Also, I am damn sure you haven't fixed that device so that is not even an option!"

The angel and the said priest began to argue at the entrance of the the principal's office, and of course the noise made gathered unwanted attention. Fortunately, the priest then realized about this before clearing his throat, and turning around to face the crowd, he spread his arms wide as suddenly and rather oddly, a beam of light shone down upon him as he then spoke with his deep voice, sounding soothing.

"I deeply apologize for any harm or difficulty caused by this angel. But yes, I am her guardian, her only sole guidance in this world. This angel, this lovely gift from high above, had been granted to us by the words of Almighty! For this angel came down, to assist us, to help the humanity! Therefore, I pardon for your forgiveness.... And hope you would cooperate with us! To let this angelic being stay within your admist! To protect you from any harm by any evil!" Fortunately the crowd was mesmerized by his words, and of course the light shining around him and thus giving him an applause before both the angel and the priest sneaked into the office, and thus closing the door shut.

He then turned around, as if wanting to continue his speech to the principal in obvious to try to persuade him to allow the angel to stay, though the large black man then paused when his eyes laid upon the features of the headmaster.

"...... Holy shit!" He exclaimed loudly, all the light disappeared before suddenly, and somehow, his large form was beside Jacques and unpleasantly close. ".... I never thought the principal would be so handsome like yourself. Pardon me. I am Garterbelt, guardian of Brassiere Hierarchy, and a priest for the chapel right at the hill of this city. If you ever need to.. 'condemn' yourself, you could always come to my church-" The priest was cut off, with a large kick swung towards his gut by the young angel as his large form was kicked and moved away from the form of the principal.

"Hands off, old man! This guy is my fucking target! Look elsewhere!" Bra shouted at Garterbelt. Fortunately, the large man only skidded slightly and didn't do any damage to the office though a large glare by the man towards Bra and Bra suddenly felt a bit nervous.

"Mr. Dubois, am I right? I, Garterbelt, would like to apologize on behalf of Brassiere if she had done anything wrong within this school. I am aware of her... mischief, but she mean well. I hope you would allow her to stay as a student in your school until we are certain that the school premise is safe for your students. I am certain if you care for the students like you show, you would think this would be the wise choice. Now? I shall take Brassiere from your hands." Giving a glance towards the young female, Bra didn't put a fight as she then released a sigh.

Light started emitting from her form, enveloping her entire body before bursting out into some sort of shining white feathers and soon, her entire angel outfit had been replaced with her school uniform, and the weapon of hers had entirely disappeared as well. The lighted feathers remained though, even slowly faltering to the floor as she started walking behind Garterbelt, though as she reached the door of the office, she gave a quick turn to Jacques and with a smirk on her lips, she blew kiss to him before finally leaving his office.

 

[Eazy]

There was certainly little point in arguing her response to his query, although his ideals of fun were perhaps more then a little different from what the Angel hiding under his desk would consider. Watching as she scooped up and cleaned away the last of his essence from her lovely face, the man did scoot back enough for her to slip out a little easier, though did pause at her comment of his being something more. Thankfully, she didn't seem to give it any further thought. Fortunate, if for no other reason then not having to deal with the embarrassment of being found out by result of penile ejaculation.

"I suppose it's safe to say we each have our share of unique oddities which set us apart from the norm around here, Ms. Hierarchy." The man stated with a slight smirk, his formal speech pattern returning to an extent, even as he remained rather flushed (in a matter of speaking) due to earlier and the continued interest of the young woman before him.

Gazing up as she leaned forward rested her knee upon the arm of his chair, the burning lust showing beneath any genuine frustration or annoyance toward her actions or very presence was very obvious. As she grasped upon his tie to idly play, he listened, and indeed, had let his mind wander at her words. The man had to admit, he was curious. In all his years, he'd engaged in a number of taboo and forbidden acts of debauchery. But never had he been given the opportunity to bed an Angel.

She tugged, drawing him closer, letting himself sit up in his seat as their heads drew near another. Feeling her breath brushing along his lips, the warm caress of his own flowing out in short bursts, the headmaster admitted, "You know....I'd often wondered what it would be like to actually be in Heaven....if only for a while." A short pause, his lips forming into a sly smirk as they remained only a slender inch away of touching her own, "Problem is? You may find my presence rather corrupting, of any virtue there is those 'pearly gates' of yours. But perhaps that's part of the fun in such....endeavors?"

So very close. If one or the other had simply tilted even a little, their lips would have finally touched. But, indeed, fate had played a rather snarky joke on them both as the door to Jacques office suddenly swung open. Similar to Brassiere's own reaction, the headmaster quickly straightened out; grabbing and zipping his pants up as best he could without catching anything within the zipper before jumping to his feet. The headmaster expected another of his staff, so what he saw standing before them was, to say the least, a rather unexpected sort of visitor.

Gawking at the large black priest that graced them with his presence, Jacques could only watch with a dumbfounded expression as the two unwanted 'guests' to his school exchanged words and insults toward another. Blinking, tilting his head slightly, Jacques started to raise his hand in an 'excuse me' gesture to try getting a word in edgewise. This was interrupted, however, as each of them took notice of the growing audience in time for Garterbelt to do his unique brand of damage control.

Wincing slightly at the heavenly light, the headmaster used a hand to somewhat shade his eyes while watching the man give his spiel. It did work, however, as the crowd applauded the priests words so loudly that none could hear Jacques barely audible groan. "....You have to be kidding me...." The principle whispered of the display as the heavenly pair managed to slip back into his office, before capturing the soon to be unwanted attention of the large black priest that seemed to gain a sudden interest in the other man.

Within the blink of an eye, Garterbelt had swooped over and stood uncomfortably close for the headmaster whom suddenly felt an unexpected rush of uneasiness at the approach. Bad enough he already had one of the heavenly disciples trying to get into his pants between attempts at ruining what he had going here.

Mercifully, this attempt was cut short by Brassiere herself who kicked the priest away of her 'target', which allowed the previously stiff-as-a-board headmaster to let out a slight sigh of relief while relaxing his posture.

The large male gave a more formal introduction and address to the Principle shortly afterward, along with requesting to allow her stay be prolonged here. A request which, considering the number of spectators waiting outside of his office that were now enamored by both Angel and Priest, had left Jacques at a disadvantage about turning down. "O-Of course. As her guardian, sir, I shall trust your better judgment and allow Ms. Hierarchy to continue attending Kricfalusi High for the foreseeable future." The man stated, straightening out his tie a little while musing on how he'd need to wait for another opportunity to be rid of this little nuisance.

With a glance toward the young female, Bra had resigned to leaving things be between herself and the Headmaster for now, as she reverted into her school garb following an impressive to most display of her unique gift. Watching as the odd pair made their way out of his office, Jacques raised an eyebrow when Bra paused in her departure, though quickly saw the reason as she blew a parting kiss his way before leaving after her guardian.

Swallowing hard after the simple yet alluring gesture which promised this to not be the end of things between them, the Headmaster walked toward his opened door to insure they were both gone. Glancing about from his doorway, he could see a number of his faculty and even a few students staring at the departing duo with star struck awe. "Well? What are you lot doing lingering about when there's work to be done?? You act as if you've never seen an Angel and afro wearing priest visit a school before." His words registered enough for the faculty to snap out of their glittery daze before rushing back to work, as the man closed shut and locked his door to avoid any further unwanted surprises.

Leaning against the door, he let out a tired yet frustrated sigh, before glancing down at the floor where there remained a couple of heavenly feathers from his 'students' earlier transformation. Bending over, Jacques picked up a single feather by its quill, holding it before him while idly rolling it slightly within his digits. The man then brought it up to his features, allowing him to take in the sweet scent of the heavenly soldier that was in his office only a couple minutes earlier. It was a sweet fragrance, he had to admit.

Nevertheless. His goals would remain the same. And nothing would chance one simple fact: The presence of Ms. Brassiere Hierarchy was an obstacle which needed to be stamped out before he could proceed to the final stages. Holding the feather, a simple fire suddenly started from the quill grasped within his fingers, moving like a lit fuse which soon spread to steadily engulf the rest of it in a contained blaze of unholy flame. Letting the remains fall away in a small shower of ashes, Jacques Dubois returned to his desk, to begin reflecting on the days events and what would come of the following days and weeks.

 

[Silver_Identity]

Soon time had passed; the student body and the faculty had recovered from the incident almost two weeks ago and school ran accordingly like the usual. Though of course, after that frightening incident, few other had occurred within the premise of the Kricfalusi school with other monstrous beings called 'Ghosts' suddenly attacking, popping out of nowhere to create chaos and destruction along its path.

They do fear; oh, they do so fear these monsters. But they knew they were protected and no harm could ever fall upon them when they were really aware that the heaven was smiling upon them all, in a form of an angel. For them, the angel was definitely sent from God; a savior, and even perhaps a Messiah. Even for the priest who would give occasional trips to make certain everything was going well, and also to set some sort of protection equipments in a way to increase the security around the school.

For Bra, this was just work, and even more work, despite she defeated the attacking Ghosts pretty easily after she transformed to her more appropriate Angel form. Though the workload was just more annoying especially to see Garterbelt with him trying to lure young male students to himself and she having to pull the rather perverted priest away from the oblivious students. Not forgetting him trying to flirt with her target who would be the principal of the school.

Speaking of the headmaster, she couldn't really see the headmaster that much like before nowadays ever since the incident. Now that she had gained favorable attention from the teachers, to a point where she was almost never sent to his office. Also adding with the high popularity she gained within the student body, it was difficult to make time. The punkish angel wasn't complaining about the attention she was getting.

Though she had to admit? She was rather looking forward to go further with the young headmaster of the school. And she knew she almost had him too, before Garterbelt entered to ruined the whole thing. Speaking of the principal though, fortunately one student managed to caught some rumors about their dear principal and the rumors sparked an interest, and felt she needed to do some research.

Also no harm on finding more information about the man she was trying to get to bed with, after all. So the young female spent hours in her so-called 'detective office' which was actually just her spacious bedroom at the first floor of the church; gathering enough information, with the help of Garterbelt and also calling some schools and numbers, then linking the information she had here and there onto a board on a wall. Her eyes widened slightly at the conclusion she had gotten from the work. She had concluded that she definitely need to come a bit closer to the man, and even more reasons for her to pursue the principal at least.

That was why she was now standing at the door of the principal's office. She managed to sneak out of class though perhaps granted that the teacher was fond of her and just allowed her to leave the class, to let the angel do some 'patrolling work'. Snickering a bit, she then knocked the door a few times and then opened the door when she heard the permission said by Jacques. The angelic being then entered the room and closing the door behind her before she came forward to stand before the table.

"Good morning, Mr Jacques, sir. Just wanted to pass this report I wrote here, since... you persisted in making sure that I write one when it comes to the ghost attacks which happened in your school. I hope this is satisfactory for you." Placing the folder onto the top of his desk, her eyes moved to gaze upon his for a moment before a small smirk formed on her lips. Her position was that she was bending forward, and the top buttons of her school shirt was undone in a way to reveal a delicious sight of the top of her cleavage. Even more was a small peak of her white lacey bra beneath that shirt of hers.

Feigning innocence, though the headmaster would know better, as her eyes dropped to the tie of his, "... Mhmmm, mind if I lend you a hand with your tie, sir?" Her form then slowly moved around the table and the angel took a bold step as she suddenly seated herself on top of his lap, though she had leaned her back onto the desk with her hands lifted up to assist with his tie. Quite oddly, the young female was rather good at it as she undid the tie to redo it all over for the attractive man.

"... You know, I wonder whether you enjoyed that little... 'fun' we had those few weeks ago.." She voiced out outloud to him, though her eyes were focused on his tie until she was done. "... But well, I have to say, I'm still interested to see how you are in bed... And I am certain you would want to go further with me even.."

To entice him further, her hands started to trail down his chest from his tie and then starting to trail upwards and resting onto his shoulders for a moment. " ... I'm just only wondering what are you waiting for, Mr. Dubois.. There's no harm wanting to fuck an angel, right? Heck, I'm sure the boys in your school wants to do so, maybe the other male teachers too. But unfortunately for them, I'm not interested in them. I find it funny how you keep my interest for this long too.."

Her arms then started to slip around his neck loosely, as if allowing for him to pull back if he wanted to. Perhaps even for her, this would be a tad risky but she did needed to get closer to the man, though this was definitely not the main reason after all. Pulling herself closely against him, her ample developed chest pressing against his own and once again, her lips was just a breath away from his. Her warm breath spreading softly against his own lips, just only needing a movement from either party to initiate that one kiss which would define the moment.

Though seeing that the man did not budge a bit from his position and then a thought occurred that perhaps this time was not going to be it as her form started to draw away from his, muttering to him, "Guess I should come another time?"

 

[Eazy]

Unearthing and luring ghosts toward one source wasn't precisely what one would label an exact science. This is a simple hazard which many who tampered with the idea of manipulating the dead had learned the hard way through the true blue method of trial and error. Yet? If one were clever (or fortunate) enough, they could manage drawing out numerous entities within a given radius without stirring up anything more then a few haunting sightings which any sane person would shrug off as delusions of an individual with a rather tired or troubled psyche.

Unfortunately, such sightings tended to become of greater note when there was a rambunctious Angel prowling about the immediate area with an axe to grind and a point to prove. This, dear readers, was the lesson Jacques Dubois was finding to be taught in a rather frustrating fashion during the weeks following Ms. Hierarchy's reveal as one of the heavenly soldiers. Oh, he'd tried keeping the spooks under wraps. Attempted to convince the angelic 'student' of his school that there wasn't any need for her to continue attending.

At the same time, however, the older male couldn't very well bring his operations to a screeching halt due to her presence. Not when they were so close to the goal he'd been clawing toward these past few years. So he'd tried, and worked, toward keeping those drawn toward the school from making a scene before being properly 'bottled'. Again, unfortunately, not every spirit drawn by the source of his 'lure' was the type of apparition he desired. And it was those which had continued making a nuisance of themselves for the school, for Brassiere and, most importantly, for himself.

Staring down at some paperwork which he'd not bothered to even read, the man slouched within his chair, rubbing idly at a temple of his forehead while contemplating how a frustrating situation like this was constantly teetering toward becoming worse. Soon enough, the headmaster reflected, it may become necessary for him to attempt something a little more....drastic. He had to admit, the potentials of such a thought did bring a sly smile to his features; the first smile of his for that day.

But that glimpse of pleasure was short lived, as the knock at his door ushered in an unexpected guest, of whom Jacques somehow already knew the identity of before the man begrudgingly let out a simple "Enter...." to allow them entrance.

Sitting up straight, the older male gazed at the Angel, almost glaring at points when it became clear her positioning after dropping the folder onto his desk was meant to elicit a wanting response. Not that his annoyance at her brashness hadn't kept the male was glancing at what had been made available to view, but still. At the suggestion of helping with his tie, the man simply retorted, "I don't suppose it would matter if I tried saying your assistance wasn't needed?"

Sure enough, it didn't, as Bra took the bold step of seating herself on the headmaster's lap while fiddling with his tie. Despite his apparent annoyance at her actions, he'd done nothing when it came to further dissuading the girl, and even lifted his head slightly while she worked on the neck-piece. Mr. Dubois then listened as she spoke, the question bringing about memories of a couple weeks back, which unfortunately caused him to fight with the sudden yearning within his loins that threatened to tent up within his pants. Certainly not something to do, considering Ms. Hierarchy's current 'chair.

"You certainly let it all hang out there when it comes to what you want, don't you?" The man slowly responded after the remark about wondering how he'd perform in the bedroom, raising an eyebrow slightly, yet not seeming entirely disinterested or dissatisfied with the notion despite his following words, "And who's to say I'm 'waiting' for anything? Maybe I have greater concerns on my mind then further indulging in carnal acts which would surely further damn any soul I had in the after life?"

Yes, because he'd lived such a sainted life up to this point, the man mused with a bit of snark to his private inner thoughts. Regardless, her persistent interest while seated in this compromising position was indeed having an effect on the male. Stoic as his demeanor may be, his eyes did show an underlying interest while gazing back upon the Angel while she leaned closer into the headmaster's face. Her breath was felt upon his warm skin, just as his own warmth would caress at her own flesh while they remained little more then a split seconds movement away of the others lips.

How the headmaster refrained from not taking the little tease right there on the spot, even he could not answer, as she started drawing away. On reflex, Jacques had reached a hand up to grasp at one of the girls limbs; holding her slightly to refrain her departure for a moment before catching himself enough to release her arm. Looking a little flustered at this, the man cleared his throat, watching the girl seated upon his lap while finally responding, "You truly are determined about this, aren't you?"

The question may have seemed simple, yet had a couple of layers to it, as he reflected on both her peculiar interest in himself and her determination for seeking out the last of the ghosts in this school along with whatever source may be drawing them out. After a moment, he singled out one of the two, for now, "About seeking out any last lingering ghost, that is. You're not going to leave until you're certain they're gone for good, aren't you?"

The older male struggled with keeping a cool exterior, which wasn't easy considering the pleasing discomfort of the growing hardness which had threatened to press rather noticeably against the 'student' in his lap. Still, mustering up what he had to resume that facade of a concerned educator, the Headmaster gazed questionably at the girl and put his supposed suspicions out there, "It's been a couple of weeks now, hasn't it, Ms. Hierarchy? And you've seemed to have failed in making any actual progress outside of adding more of these sightings and targets to your count. Had you thought, perhaps, that it could very well be your presence that is acting as a magnet to these bizarre apparitions?"

Pausing in his words, the male gave a light shrug before starting to recline back into his armchair slightly, "I hate to say it, Ms. Hierarchy, but I can't think of any other possible correlations to this recent string of hauntings outside of yourself."

 

[Silver_Identity]

Raising an eyebrow, she was slightly perplexed when Jacques' hand reached for her wrist, stilling her movement for a moment as if he was having second thoughts about the tempting 'invitation' of hers. Though quickly as he did the surprising action, he quickly removed his hand and tried to brush it aside. But for the heavenly soldier, this was already enough for her to conclude then and there that indeed the principal wanted her, perhaps just as badly as she does for him.

There was no turning back for the angel at this point, though she just seated herself there on his lap silently and allow the headmaster to say his piece to her. His words somehow humored her, and that was clearly shown on her face as her face contorted slightly and a chuckle expelled from her lips. She couldn't help but feel that the man was rather cute in his own peculiar way, and even when she could not deny the feeling of a bulge poking her from beneath.

Trying to be all professional despite, she was certain, his lust and want was quite obvious to the angel on his lap. Taking a moment though, she acted as if she was considering his words before she then blatantly replied, with her shoulders shrugging and leaning back onto the table, "To be frank, Mr. Dubois? Yes, the reason why I came here was because of my investigations and I wanted to see on why 'Ghosts' are coming to here, as if there is a source or something calling them. I definitely can't get any lead at the moment, because I do feel the person behind this all? He or she is definitely careful with what he was doing. Only these Ghosts can't be really controlled fully and therefore would break out and cause the hauntings like so."

The angel paused for a moment, and oddly, she removed herself from his lap, standing there with her gaze laying down upon his features. "... But the main reason why I am staying here though had changed since I had met you, Mr. Dubois. Truthfully, I couldn't really be bothered with these Ghosts, though I would feel a bit bad if anybody get injured because of them. Also... God would not like it if I slack with my work." Raising her head up slightly, she gave a sort of begrudgingly look even as she glanced up.

Lowering her head down, she gazed at the principal and the smirk touched her lips again before she once again let herself down onto his lap, though this time, she purposely straddled her legs over his lap. "I guess you should feel flattered. Because of my interest in you, and wanting to bed you, it had kept me around for the longest time. And therefore, making your school a safer place for now." Raising her hands up, she placed her arms around his neck though one hand went to play with the ends of his hair.

"... Also, despite you keep mentioning I could leave and in a way, trying to persuade me to leave the school, Mr, Dubois? I do wonder. If you really want me to leave? Then why are you not pushing me away as in like now? You could try to harshly dissuade me, saying you are uninterested. But I know you definitely are, especially when I could feel you are bulging right in your pants now. See?" As if to make a point, she pressed her round and tight bottom downwards onto the forming bulge and then she started to gyrate her hips slightly upon his lap, rubbing and carressing in a way to further tease the man.

The smirk on her lips widened as she then leaned herself forward to press her front against his own, her covered breasts once again being pressed against him like so. Her face leaning closely to his, her lips inching closer before she teasingly brushed her lips against his own. The brush between their lips was very light, almost like a butterfly kiss and yet it allowed the man to taste that small hint of promised sweetness from her lips if he wanted to go further.

Lowering her head, her lips started to leave a small yet moist trail of kisses; starting from his chin and following to his neck before going over to his left ear where she then blew a warm breath onto his earlobe. She then started to whisper, her arms tightening around his neck slightly as she gyrate her hips even more and moving herself to where she could feel her crotch only covered by a layer of her lacey underwear then pressing down onto the bulge beneath the layers of Jacques' pants and other clothing.

"... You had always try to look disinterested when I try to advance onto you, but I know men well enough to see the lustful look on their face and that was definitely obvious on your face, Mr. Dubois.. You can't deny it." Pressing a kiss onto his ear, her body moved as well while moving her hips with her breasts rubbing up and down along his own chest, being pressed so firmly against him.

"Why torture yourself by holding back, hmmm? Or.. perhaps it's something more, I wonder..?" That quote from her perhaps would bring some slight worry for the principal though the punkish angel continued with her teasing as she took the top of his earlobe between her lips, and this starting to suckle there, and tugging slightly. Her hips was persistent as she continued to gyrate, almost bouncing up and down slightly on his lap, directly on his covered crotch and as if intent to make him erupt within the confinement of his pants.

 

[Eazy]

The man's steely eyes gazed at the young woman seated upon his lap, listening as she spoke, with his focus largely being set on meeting her own eyes in return. They did at times drift, however, as he briefly glanced over the way her soft lips moved with every syllable uttered by the 'student'. Yet his focus on what she had to say hadn't wavered, as she shared with him her suspicions, and had indeed shown herself as being smarter then he'd preferred. If only the often used joke within his circle about Angel's always having their heads 'up in the clouds' was true with this one.

When she left his lap, there was a instant of surprise, before the man then adjusted himself briefly to better hide any noticeable bulges within his attire. The headmaster raised an eyebrow as she admitted to her main reason for staying on as a student. Curse his unnatural sex appeal, it would seem.

As she went to reposition herself on his lap, Jacques did move enough to try and avoid her sitting on anything, er, compromising, but it did little good as she helped herself to what was appearing to be her new favorite 'chair'. "Hmm Yes, I'm rather thrilled over that development..." The older male responded at her mention of how 'fortunate' he was to have her keeping watch over the school, while his hands continued to grip lightly at his armrests.

That light grip soon grew tighter as she began gyrating her hips over his lap, causing the male to let out a low groan at the sudden stimulation. As such, that formally semi-erect manhood began growing toward full arousal; ignoring the internal struggles and curses of its owner as the length started pressing into the girl resting on top of it. "Ms. Hierarchy...." The man started to speak, his voice stern, almost like wanting to issue a warning before another jolt of pleasure silenced him; contorting his features into a look of strained bliss as his eyes closed shut for a moment.

When they reopened, Mr. Dubois would find the punkish Angel's face even closer now, as their closed lips lightly brushed along the others. It was his first taste of her, after she'd sampled so much of him, and it took every ounce of willpower to not pounce on the little vixen right there. Soon, that formally light grip upon the armrests of his chair began to feel like self implanted shackles, designed for keeping his hands to himself as she moved and let her lips leave a trail of kisses along his features and neck.

"Brassiere..." The man started, less authority behind his voice, for the first time addressing the girl by her first name, albeit by accident, as he felt her clothed sex rubbing provocatively into his now straining hardness.

A sharp gasp of air nearly slipped out as she kissed onto his ear, her words barely registering at points as she continued pressing every right button on the man. His strong chest would rub against her ample breasts with every breath taken, as he felt his head starting to tilt slightly at points to allow easier access as the female's lips continued exploring. At her last comment, however, the man did start to regain some of his senses. Even as he felt himself growing dangerously close to releasing under her teasing, Jacques did find enough restraint to pull his head away slightly; enough so as to move away of her lips and to meet her eyes once again.

"Don't get the wrong idea, Ms. Hierarchy. I could and...and would, have you kicked out of this school in an instant. However, after your recent heroics, you've become enough of a...of a hero on campus that doing so would make me the villain. And while your people are used to martyrdom, being the Judas within my own school would prove detrimental to my role as an educator." His words were strained, which were a given considering everything, yet they had come out clear enough as he asserted his previous position. At the feel of her lower body rubbing once more against him, the man stifled a groan, teeth clenched briefly, before adding, "And again....don't get the wrong idea. This is a natural biological response to such...mmm....such stimulation. Nothing else."

That having been said, the headmaster had come to realize another potential option at this moment. Perhaps one born somewhat from the lust felt within his very being at this time, yet indeed an option that could have desired results. And result in other things 'desired', for that matter.

"However?" The older male started to speak, pausing for a short while as his hands finally moved away of the armrests; one hand resting near the teens thigh as the other started to slink around her waist to give a subtle pull of her body closer, "Hypothetically speaking? If I were to give you what you desired, would it be enough satisfy your curiosity and leave of your own design?" His words came out calm, confident, as their eyes remained locked, their lips only a few inches apart as this time he was the one showing an aggressive touch.

With a slight smirk, he reiterated in a teasing manner of his own, "Again. Hypothetically speaking."

 

[Silver_Identity]

Seeing him straining so under all the teasing she was doing to him made her slightly chuckle. She knew and was confident that the principal was physically attracted to her, just as she was for him even despite all the denial he was doing to himself. Fortunately for her, it seems one part of his body was pretty honest with her as she was fully aware of the bulge at his crotch, and pressing against her own thin layered clothed sex.

Despite him refusing and denying the obvious factor, she had to admit that she was still having fun by teasing him like so with her body. After all, one way or another, he would submit to his desire for her. It was just only about timing for her, and her taking further measures to excite the man and then to tempt him more until he succumb.

Still, she was getting slightly aroused herself; especially feeling that small jolts of pleasure running through her form as she gyrate her own hips against his own. Sadly though, it seemed the principal managed to get a small grip of restraint and collected his senses as he then started to explain to her. She knew very well that he wanted to expel her, after she was found out to be one of the so-called higher beings from heaven. She somehow understood his intentions in a way, being the principal and favoring the safety of his students.

But that inkling feeling of hers was telling her that there was something more; something that the man before her was hiding so carefully. Guess that was one of the interesting parts of him, other than his physical looks that attracted her in the first place.

Still, as he tried to fight back against the pleasures his body was experiencing, and making an attempt of an excuse of the reaction from his body, a soft chuckle expelled from the angel's lips before a smirk touched them. "Ohhhh, Mr. Dubois... Yes, this would be a natural response of your body, so I guess you are feeling good when I do this, right?" Pressing herself down directly onto his arousal, her body squirmed slightly from the acute yet undeniably pleasurable feeling before a slow breath was slowly exhaled from between her lips.

Yet, despite his stern and strict exterior, it seemed there was definitely another side to the man as he caught her by surprise when she felt his arm slowly and gently winded around her waist and felt that very subtle tug there. Her eyes widened slightly as she stared deeply into his, her face showed some slight confusion etched upon before the realization sank in. The confused look changed to a sultry one, a smirk once again on her lips as she then answered, "You are indeed a man of mystery, Mr. Dubois. I really can't figure you out. But well.. I can't say. Perhaps that would give me some satisfaction and I would not pursue you for a while, I guess? Or it could lead to some sort of addiction, maybe for us both, who knows?"

She leaned her head closer, their lips nearing to each other but she teasingly moved her head to only press a kiss on the corner of his own lips to give another teasing sample. Then the female drew back slightly, her green eyes watching his own intently, "After all, are you sure that you would not want to make sure I was kept around you, after we have sex? I mean.. I kind of doubt this would be only a one time only affair between us, I feel."

Pausing for a moment, her arms around his neck only tightened, and bringing her own form closer against his as much as possible with their eyes locked onto one another still. "Not that I don't mind though. I'm all ready for that. Just all depends on you, Mr. Dubois.. Aren't you tempted to bed an angel, and touch heaven even for a short while?"

It was at that moment which could finally allow them to succumb to their own desires and such, especially now the angel wanted to take the initiative to seal the deal as she leaned her head towards his for a kiss. Their lips were only a mere inch apart, their breaths lingered with each other before suddenly..

"Fly away now, fly away now, fly aaawaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy~~"

The angel's form stiffened so instantly at the sudden loud music playing within the confines of the office, and Bra almost groaned out of frustration as she drew her body back, raising a hand up to give a 'Give-me-a-moment' gesture. Oddly, if Jacques looked downwards where her hand was moving to; her ample breasts were jiggling as if there was a vibrating object making them do so.

The angel casually reached her right hand into her deep cleavage and drew out a pink cellphone from there. Looking at the screen, an annoyed look was etched upon her face as she finally knew who was the caller who interrupted her and spoiling her one chance. As soon as she took the call, she started swearing, "Fuck you, Garterbelt! Do you know I was in something important here?! So what there is a fucking ghost destroying the south of the town?! So why can't you go and handle the situation by yourself?!"

Then her guardian's voice could be heard from the receiver, shouting in response to what she said, and his words was pretty audible since the close distance between the headmaster and the angel. "The fuck, bitch?! Be grateful that I serve you food at the church! Now do your fucking job, or I'm not going to cook your dinner tonight, you hear me?!"

With that said by the priest, Bra became silent for a moment before expelling a frustrated sigh, "Fine, fine! Where did you said the Ghost was again? South of town, right? Give me the coordinates and load it into the GPS in Lingerie, okay? Yeah, yeah. I'm heading there now, geez, old man." She ended the call right there and she just slipped the cellphone into the pocket of her school skirt despite she drew the device out from her cleavage.

"I am sorry, Mr. Dubois, but duty calls. Mind if we take a rain check, if you are really contemplating with that idea of yours, that is." And then the reason why she did not replace the phone between her breasts was apparent when her hands went to her back, slipping the school shirt upwards slightly to reveal the flat and smooth stomach of hers, and even the bottom of her covered breasts as she started to undo the clasp of her bra; and even right in front of the principal as well, while remaining seated on his lap.

It was very quick as she did so, perhaps a million times, though there was a quick glimpse of the bottom of her bare breasts as her bra was removed before the shirt then fell back down to conceal everything once again. If Jacques looked closely, it would seemed that her breasts looked evidently bigger beneath that shirt of hers after being released of the confinements of her bra.

Moving herself off his lap, perhaps to the relief of the principal, she then started to move towards the door. As the angelic being did so, there was a vague silhouette of a pair of wings on her back, as well as a halo shape one appearing above her head as the bra within her hand's grasp then glowed to change into the white whip. "I'll try to catch you later, Mr. Dubois. But for now, try not to miss me too much." Turning her head to glance over her shoulder, and over to him; she flashed her usual confident smirk before she then exited out of the office to leave him be for now while she took care of some business.