No relief for Ms. Nolan

Miss Westmore gasps at her own sudden undressing. A shrill blast of wind from your powers causes the torn blouse to float off into the school grounds as the young teacher stands there, left only in her pink bra and skirt.

Below Miss Westmore the quivering Ms. Nolan was coming to grips with the show she had inadvertently put on to the students. She was never going to work in education again. Would she have to go to jail? Oh fuck did her body feel good.

A quick left strike to her cheek interrupted the assistant principal’s shame. Miss Nolan looked up into the fiery eyes of the young teacher.

“I try to help you and you try to pull me into your perverted mess?” the teacher wailed. “You harlot. Want to put on a show? We can put on a show.”

“Dani? No. What are you doing?” pleaded Ms. Nolan. The administrator put her hand to her cheek as sting of the slap called out through her face.

The younger, smaller teacher was no longer straddling her boss, but instead had stepped over the naked, muddy woman and was barking orders into the crowd.

“Go get a janitor bucket with water. Some paper towels. We’ve got a mess to clean up. Don’t dawdle.”

Ms. Nolan doesn’t want to find out what’s going to happen. She decides to make a break for it. The mud caked, naked assistant wants to clamber to her feet with plans to run in the opposite direction of this crowd.

She gets to a crouched position before anyone notices and then takes off.