Mr Calder returns with two colleagues

Time seemed to pass endlessly slow. The longer Tanya waiter, the more anxious she became. Just one look at her current state sufficed. Her insolently revealing clothes were covered with sperm. But additionally, she was confused and strangely excited. In fact, the longer she sat on the chair, the more arousal built up. This was totally wrong! She had just been fucked and abused by the whole basketball team... but, yet, she was becoming horny again. The realization hit her full blast. Her cheeks instantely got red. What was she thinking of? She couldn't think of fucking again, really, could she?

Her jungle of thoughts was interrupted, when the door opened. The principal entered, followed by two other teachers. Tanya knew both of them. One was Carter Grady, a young and good-looking history and politics teacher, who was known for his understanding of the school kids. The other was Mrs. Harper. The redhead forty-something was quite the opposite of Mr. Grady. She was demanding, rigid and easy to enrage. Class-registers were full of her reprimands. The pupils hated her. When the newcomers discovered Tanya's state, they reacted different. Mrs Harper's eyes narrowed to steel slits. Mr Grady got a thoughtful look on his face.

Mr Calder took position next to Tanya's chair.

"Incredible, isn't it?"

"You've been right," Mrs Harper replied. "She looks... dishevelled." Then she looked at Tanya. "Tanya, what's gotten into your mind?"

"I-I... I don't know, Mrs. Harper," Tanya stammered. "Really, you must believe me!"

"Mr Calder informed us, you have appeared at his office in that... state... And you claim you are the school's fucktoy? Is that true?"

"Y-yes, it is..." Tears welled up in Tanya's eyes. The truth did hurt. But she was unable to deny it.

"This is outrageous!" Mrs Harper barked.

Tanya ducked her head down.

Mr Grady stepped closer. "Tanya, look me in the eyes." Tanya obeyed, of course. "Tell me Tanya, why do you think you've got to be the school's fucktoy?"

"I don't know." Tanya sniffed. The scent of sperm all over her and her own arousal filled the air.

Mr Grady lifted an eyebrow. "So, you don't know why you want to be the school's fucktoy. Well, tell me, since when do you have this notion?"

Before Tanya could reply, Mrs Harper interjected. "What's up with this nonsense, Carter? This little tramp is determined to parody our school. We won't allow this to happen. This will have consequences!"

Mr Grady turned his head towards his colleague. "Dear Samantha. This poor girl is obviously a tad out of her mind. Before we take any measures, we must understand what she really thinks."

"Exactly my idea, Mr Grady," the principal blurted, whiping his bald forehead with his hand. "Exactly my thoughts." Like a cornered weasel his eyes darted from Mr Grady to Mrs Harper and return. He wrought his hands. "Alas, as much as I regret, I've got to attend my class. The seniors. I must not stay away. The exams..."

"Yes, we appreciate your sense of duty, Mr Principal," Mr Grady said softly. "I think, Samantha and I can handle this small affair."

"Ah, very good, Mr Grady. Very good." Mr Calder went around his desk, grabbed his briefcase and hurried towards the door. As her pushed down the doorknob, he looked once more back, torn between duty and distraction.

"You may really leave us alone, Bill," Mrs Harper said. Her look varied between amusement and distaste.

"Ah, if you say so, Samantha. I'll be back as soon as I can." And then he left the office.

The two remaining teachers looked at each other.

"So, what now?" Mrs Harper asked.

"Well, let's find out, what this little cocktease is really up to..."