From bad to worse.

"I can't sign this," Alice stuttered from her prone position on the bed.

"Of course you can," retorted Principal Davies as he extracted his cock from her pussy. "To be frank, it would be in your best interest." He reached for his boxers and pants and began to put them back on.

"Why?" Alice demanded as she sat up. "This would all but guarantee that I would get pregnant! What about college? What about my future?"

Principal Davies pulled his dress shirt over his shoulders and tried to match up the sides. As he started buttoning it up, it was clear that he had not. "My dear, that should hardly be what you are worried about."

"What do you mean?"

Noticing that the buttons were misaligned, Principal Davies began unbuttoning it so that he could correct them. "You may be a high school student, but this is as far as your educational aspirations go." Alice's jaw dropped, but her Principle continued speaking. "The faculty are all in agreement. And the terms in the contract are fair."

"Fair?" Alice demanded as she stood up and started pacing.

"Correct. At least the terms are more fair than those in the contract you will be offered if you reject this one."

Alice stopped and faced her Principal. "I won't sign any of these," she declared, waving the folio in her hand.

"Before you decide that, I would look at the other documents in that folio," Principal Davies replied.

"Nothing in this folio could ever convince me to agree to this," Alice began saying as she looked at the documents before stilling. "What is this?"

"That is a failing score on the quiz you took in Dennis's class three days ago," Principal Davies said smugly. "Two other students reported to faculty members that they witnessed you cheating." Alice's jaw dropped, but her Principal was not done. "I believe that the next document would be a failing grade on a report you submitted due to plagiarism. The one after that would be another failing grade due to your misidentifying the events that culminated in the Spanish Inquisition."

"This... I didn't..." Alice choked on her words. She wouldn't call herself a straight A student, but she had felt she should have achieved a passing grade for all of the assignments that had been mentioned. Looking at the assignments, she was quick to notice that the paper that the essay was printed on was different to what she had access to at home. And the quiz was not in her handwriting. "These aren't mine!"

Principal Davies shrugged. "You are of course welcome to contest these claims, but there does appear to be a pattern here. I think we can both agree that the likelihood of you graduating this year, or any other year will be slim." He made his way back towards the door and opened it. "At this juncture, that contract you are holding really is the best path forward for you. After all, you cannot afford to be selfish. Think about what would be best for any son or daughter you will bear nine months from now. Good day."

The door closed and Alice was left alone again.