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Mary Anne Thompson was sitting at her desk when one of the young troubled students came into her office. Tamara was one of those seniors who had once been a part of the gifted program, but, for one reason or another, had found herself in regular classes and even dealing with suspensions.

“Tamara, talk to me.” Mary Anne said, earnestly. The young girl just huffed and shifted her shoulders forward. “I want to help you, but I can’t do that if you don’t talk to me.” They sat in silence for minutes. Mary Anne just sat back and waited. This wasn’t one of the kids she could trick into opening up. No, they were stuck in a verbal stalemate and whoever spoke first would lose control of the situation.

“I—” Tamare spoke, hesitated and then finally felt a weight shift of her shoulders as she continued, “my momma went back to prison last year.” Tamara said, “I’m living with my dad now, and he’s kind of the worst.” She paused, waiting for Mary Anne to respond, but she held her tongue.

Tamara continued, if only to fill the uncomfortable silence, “Principal Thompson, I guess, I just thought she was one of the few women in my life that I could look up to.”

Mary Anne knew that feeling all too well. Her mother had been a stay at home mom, and had always encouraged her to be the same. Not to mention, the school systems failure to educate young women on the heroes of their gender and what they could accomplish.

The Principal stood up in her powerful pantsuit, and grabbed a framed picture of Marion Ladewig. “This is one of the best female athletes of all time and one of the greatest bowlers ever.”

“Bowling?”

“Yes,” Mary Anne said sternly, “Bowling. It might seem silly, but all women have sometimes… is silly so until we can take the serious stuff too, we will keep the silly.”

Tamara agreed.

“Here, take this . It won’t replace your mom, but when you start to doubt if you can, remember the woman who won the WIBC City, State, and National All-Events in the same year.” She handed the photograph to the troubled student. “And remember and be proud of all the women who have come before you. No matter how silly.”

* * *

That very same principal was currently walking on her way to the center of the dance floor where Gayden was currently still being celebrated. Her tits were out, but she fixed them at the last moment so they were at least encased in her lace bra which was clearly visible between the two sides of her open blouse which hung uselessly open. The only thing that hid a portion of her large expanse of the top of her cleavage was the camera strap which ended with the camera tantalizingly below her honkers.

Someone was sure to have seen her tits, but she didn’t really care. It was time to lock in for her brothers.

She tapped on the shoulder of the tall pale ginger girl who had previously slapped her. She was currently deep in conversation with another Frat guy, but she turned to face the source of her annoyance, “Oh, god. It’s you again.”

Mary Anne smiled and lifted the camera to take a picture.

FLASH

“Yeah, it’s me, honey and I think you’re happy to see me.”

Suddenly the girls expression shifted slightly and the happiness seemed to infect her mind. “I mean maybe a little just so I can embarrass you again. I mean seriously,” she scoffed, “how is an older slut like you going to also be fucking sexist. That’s so embarrassing.”

FLASH

“I think you like when I speak down on women. I think y’all should listen to me since I’m older than you.”

FLASH

“I- no. You- I mean you are older than me, but women.” It seemed like every thought in her head was fighting against these thoughts, but inevitably she said, “Yeah I mean I guess it kinda makes me happy to hear you demean women.”

FLASH

“Good because you were a real fucking bitch to me, and your going to make it up to me.”

She whispered something into her ear, and then moved on to the pretty black girl then she went to as many pinks as possible. The whole time she took pictures of the Pinks and shared her instructions, she looked angrily at her son Hayden who was actually talking to girls. He had been a geek, a nerd, a loser his whole life and she had always tried to be a supportive mother, but he made it so difficult. And now, alongside the rest of her frat she felt she finally understood why it had been so difficult to support her son. She had been trying to force him to be better than what he was.

She wanted him to be a man. To be strong. To be self sufficient. He was none of those things. Her bros had showed her that her son wasn’t the Hayden she wished he could be. He was Gayden, a bitchboy sissy. And it was her job as a brother and his mother to make him embrace that role, so to see him speaking to a baddie made Mary Anne’s blood boil.

Suddenly, the festivities were interrupted as Dionysus made his announcement. “Attention pledges, brothers, and our wonderful guests! It seems disaster has struck our little community. Spotlight, please!” Suddenly, a light shone on a shaggy-haired fraternity brother and one of the pinks. “These two have been in a relationship, so they have violated the sanctity of our challenge. So, we are erasing the previous challenge, and we will now be trying again.”

“That’s so stupid,” Hayden said. “You guys are only doing this because I actually won something.”

I couldn’t bear it anymore. I walked over to him and shoved him into one of the foldable tables they were using for beer pong, and he crashed into it, sending liquid flying everywhere and soaking him completely. He looked at me as if I had stabbed a knife through his back. It was probably hard for him to understand that I was just helping him find his natural place as a beta male.

“Shut the fuck up, Gayden!” I yelled, doubling down, my country accent on full display. Any doubts I had about my actions vanished when I saw the tears appear in his eyes and felt a firm hand on my ass. It was Marcus behind me, holding me possessively. He gave me a firm spank.

“Well done, brother.”

I turned and started making out with Marcus furiously, drool and spit getting everywhere. It felt good to be one of the boys.

“All right!” Dionysus yelled into the air. “Your song starts now.”

It was mayhem as everyone ran around looking for the pinks, including Hayden, who was still soaked. Mary Anne, however, walked patiently; she went to a nearby cooler and grabbed herself a beer, which she used her car key to puncture and shotgun. When she was done, she crushed the can against her forehead and threw it on the ground haphazardly. Slowly, the pinks were being weeded out, but Mary Anne didn’t seem to care as she headed straight for Gayden, who was still in conversation with the ginger cunt from earlier.

“Damn, mama,” Mary Anne said, “you’re looking juicier than a country ham.” Some of the boys on the sideline broke out laughing at that one.

The tall ginger giggled, and Hayden tried desperately to recapture her attention. “As I was saying, right now I’m currently studying,”

Mary Anne shoved him out of the way. “Yo, redhead. Do you wanna see something funny as fuck?” the Principal asked with a dumb laugh.

“Sure.”

Gayden tried his best to get up, but Mary Anne stood over him and, with her right boot on his chest, pushed him toward the ground. “Mom! What the heck,please stop.”

She pressed down harder, the music playing in the background. “Don’t call me that, bitch-boy. There’s no way my genes are the same as yours.”

“Mom, stop. I’m trying to win.”

Mary Anne’s face seemed to shift to sympathy as she said, in her full Southern accent, “Okay, sweetie. Tell ya what, if,” she bent down, undid her shoe, and slipped her socks off to reveal a perfectly manicured foot with black toenails, “if you can sniff your own mama’s foot without getting a boner, I’ll order the slut to go with you…”

“You can’t be serious…”

“Oh, I’m serious,” she raised her voice so everyone could hear her, “’cause one story none of you know about my dear boy is that a couple years ago, when I was fixing to clean his room, I found a pair of my socks under his pillow. I didn’t think anything of it until it happened again,” as she repeated the word, she brought her foot closer and closer, “again, and again, and again,” until it was right next to his face. At first, he resisted, looking every which way, but eventually, as she pressed down and wiggled her toes, he took the plunge and sniffed.

Yells roared out among the fraternity brothers, making fun of them. “Yoo, he did it!” or “What the fuck!”

But everyone got quiet as Mary Anne dropped to the floor, placed her hand on her own son’s crotch, and squeezed his palpable boundary. “The loser’s fucking hard! He just sniffed his own mom’s foot and he’s fucking hard!” Everyone roared into laughter, but Dionysus finally broke through to say, “You better be quick, Mary Anne! Just ’cause you beat your last competition doesn’t mean you claimed the girl, and the song is almost up.”

The Principal looked around to see that he was right; every pink was paired off and making out with some dude. The redhead just stood there obediently. The frat brothers started counting down.

“10!”

Mary Anne stepped closer to her, the authority of a principal mixing with the raw power and confidence of a fraternity brother.

“9!”

She placed her manicured hand on top of the ginger’s head.

“8!”

She grabbed her hair and pulled her ear to her mouth. “You remember your place?”

“7!”

“Listening to boys. Listening to you.”

“6!”

“Good girl.”

“5!”

She pushed her down, but she did not struggle, instead following Mary Anne’s push down to her knees.

“4!”

She held her there with one hand, the music preparing to resolve. She used her other hand to unbutton her pants.

“3!”

Holding her hair tight, she pulled on her fiery mane, bringing the young woman’s mouth to her crotch. Her ass looked so tantalizing from her angle. She couldn’t help herself as her hand pulled her pants down to expose her wet pussy.

“2!”

Around her, the boys cheered her on. “That’s our frat brother!”

“1!”

And with the final note, she pulled her to her clit. And the sexy ginger girl savored her servitude as the frat cheered Mary Anne’s name.