It was already past dark and I just wanted to go home but I still had so many things to do. I was the principal now; I felt the responsibility.
First things first, I made my way through every room of the entire school. I swept the building looking for any lost or scared women thinking they could hide out in my school. After a thorough sweep of classrooms and women's restrooms, I found Mrs. Olson hiding out in her English classroom.
The woman was approaching middle age and was anything but appealing to my eyes. She was a frumpy, overweight English teacher. But she didn't belong in my school, not anymore. She wore a wedding ring, so I told her I would give her a ride home if she cleared her desk of all her junk.
The promise of safety and a return home was enough that she eagerly agreed, collecting all of the things I once would have regarded as personal possessions. But Mrs. Olson wasn't a person, and had no possessions. Once she'd filled a small box with her weird treasures, I considered taking it from her to throw it away. But it made no difference to me if the items were thrown away here or simply taken from the school. It was all junk anyway.
Nothing interesting happened as I drove her home and delivered her to her husband. I didn't even stick around at the curb to let the man thank me. I had no idea who he was and I really didn't care. Mrs. Olson and I agreed she wouldn't be coming back to teach unless I personally told her to come back and I had no intention of doing that. She had never been all that great a teacher anyway.
Besides, if I was going to go to all the trouble to keep a woman on the staff at this point, she was going to be someone worth fucking now and then.
I swung by Carol's apartment. Carol was attractive enough to deserve a fuck now and then but more importantly, she was a receptionist in a very visible post within the school. It was important that she looked presentable.
So I went through her things and packed a small bag. Toiletries, fresh underwear, a few randomly-selected blouses and skirts from her wardrobe. In the very back of her closet I found a variety of sexy costume-type clothing including a shiny black latex bodysuit. There were also a pair of boxes containing sex toys and restraints. I grinned at the small hoard of secret kink. You think you know someone and then you go through their things.
I took the bodysuit and the boxes and added them to the bag I was packing. During the rest of my sweep, I found little else of interest so I threw what I had in my car and headed home to finally get some sleep. I turned in early, knowing I would be rising early and heading in to the school hours before classes started.
I was the Principal now, and that came with a lot of responsibility.
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