Making a basic Principal.

Headmistress Gloria Hellgrave was angry... No, she was fucking furious!

Something was very amiss in her school--her goddamn school--today and she was certain this... John Doe was at the center of it all.

She only had the vaguest recollections of him from a few years back when he had been an enrolled student. Some lanky greasy-haired little worm squandering his youth and potential just like the rest of them and Gloria could hardly be expected to remember every pimply face that mooched their way through the doors of her school.

First the troubling rumors had started to bubble like stinking marsh gas up to her illustrious office and then she had checked the CCTV footage...

It was all John's fault, she knew it was, so she was going to nail him to the wall like the insignificant bug he was and drag the answers out of him with her bare hands. What was he even doing here? She struggled to recall their brief interaction earlier that day. Something about him sitting in for a few classes to reminisce?

That couldn't be right. There was no way she would allow some nobody to wander her school with such carte blanche.

But every time she tried to wrestle with the hazy memory it slid through her mental fingers like a greased up eel. All that mattered was he was here now, and doing something to the students and teachers under her conscientious charge. She sat down behind her desk, making a show of straightening some papers as John and his... co-conspirators strolled with a casual air into her office.

Gloria wasn't about to let him make her look stupid.

"Oh wow, I've never been in the head office before." John said, looking around speculatively. "This is a lot nicer than the rest of the school."

Damn right it was. Tall shelves and solid antique furniture were arranged with military precision within the generous office space. A lot of it was old timber, stained dark with the passage of time and polished to a glow by the janitorial staff, under her strict instruction of course. Standards were slipping everywhere but Gloria would be damned before she would allow them to get so slippery in her office... her sanctuary.

"Have a seat, Mr Doe. The young ladies can wait outside." She ordered, staring deadly promises over the wire rims of her glasses at him. Daring him to disobey her. "I will speak to them both shortly. After I have dealt with you."

One of his... well, hussies looked like she was going to protest but John smoothly ushered them out with a few whispered words. The other--who Gloria strongly suspected might have been Mrs Bounders daughter--gave her a decidedly wicked smirk before flouncing out of the room. Gloria made a mental note to write her up on a uniform violation later.

That skirt was inappropriately short.

"So, what can I do for you, Gloria... It is Gloria, right?" John asked, ignoring the proffered chair and wandering up to one of the bookcases to examine the leather bound spines neatly organized alpha-numerically by catalog number. "I hope this doesn't take too long, I've still got lessons I need to teach today."

Lessons... What the hell was he talking about? He wasn't even a student anymore and if this cocky bastard thought he could pass for one her staff, Gloria would disabuse him of that patent falsehood in no uncertain terms. How dare he wander around her office, touching her property and pretend he was doing her a favor.

"It's Missus Hellgrave to you, Mister Doe." She snapped, trying to keep her voice cool and professional despite the indignant rage roiling her insides. "And you will sit..."

"Oh yeah, I forgot you were married." The filthy maggot talked over her, trying to charm her with a smile. Fat chance. "That guy must be a real trooper to hitch his wagon to an old warhorse like you."

In truth, she wasn't married anymore. Her spineless husband left her decades ago but Mrs Gloria Hellgrave had kept her married name because back then such appearances mattered.

And what did this ill-mannered toad just say to her?!

She shot to her feet, there was no way in the world Mrs Hellgrave would allow this interloper to lord himself over her in her own damn office.

"Sit down, Mister Doe." She hissed, nearly spitting outraged bile. "You are going to show me the respect I deserve and answer my questions or there will be... consequences."

"Oh? Fine, fine..." The smarmy little snake conceded, then perched his unwelcome posterior on the edge of her desk. "And here I am thinking that I was showing you the respect you deserve. Oh, is this you?"

Her eyes nearly bugged out at John's sheer temerity as he flipped over a photo frame and inspected it critically. It was a picture of Gloria taken on the evening of her debutante over forty years ago. A bittersweet reminder of an earlier time when she had been so young and fancy-free, and this monster was touching it.

"I have video footage of you here at the school today and won't hesitate to take it to the authorities." She dropped her A-bomb and watched with a bone-deep sense of satisfaction as it blasted John's smug conceited expression clean off his stupid face in a heartbeat.

"Cameras in our schools, huh? When did that happen?" He asked, looking a bit pensive as he removed himself from her desk and sank into the chair she had indicated, crossing one leg over the other.

The CCTV was only a months old development but Gloria wasn't about to tell him that. She had welcomed the invasive overwatch as another way to strictly enforce her exacting behavioral standards on students and teachers alike. They weren't allowed in the classrooms or washrooms yet but they adequately covered the corridors and public spaces of the school. More than enough to implicate the disgusting worm in front of her.

"I thought that might catch your attention." She sniffed and spun her monitor to face John, the recordings displayed in a four way split screen complete with dates and timestamps in the lower corner each looping image. "Now explain to me, what have you been up to in my school."

She gave him a moment to realize his fate, to comprehend the ocean of excrement he had landed himself in and gifted herself a rare thin smile as she watched him uncross his legs and stare at the monitor in concern.

"Ah... well, no cameras in the bathrooms or changing rooms. Jennifer is going to laugh when I tell her that." He said, rubbing his chin in thought. "But... let's see; so you caught my little tussle with Derek by the lockers, there's Jennifer and I kissing in the hallway... a couple of shots of me walking into the wrong bathroom and... Oh shit."

Oh shit was right, Gloria sat back in her chair to watch him squirm.

Except... he didn't. Instead he mirrored her posture and rubbed the back of his neck as though mildly embarrassed rather than being caught by his balls in her bear-trap.

"That one of me and Savannah coming out of the staff break room... Jennifer doesn't know anything about me and her Mom yet." He chuckled nervously. "But otherwise I don't see that you have much on me, Gloria. Nothing concrete at least."

"It's Missus Hellgrave and there's at least three incidents of you walking into women's..." She spat before he cut her off with a dismissive wave of his hand.

Gloria almost leapt across the desk to claw his condescending eyes out.

"Tell me, when was the last time you were truly happy, Gloria?" He asked breezily as though nothing else was of any concern.

"I'm sure that Dateline NBC will be interested in this footage, assuming the police don't arrest you before Chris Hansen has the chance to interview you."

"Don't evade my question, it's important."

The self-satisfied slug dared to question her?! She was about to scream him out of her office when he reached over and tapped the frame of her debutante photo with the tip of a finger.

"Were you happy back when the picture was taken?" John asked and his voice was suddenly gentle and melodic. "Look at it carefully and try to remember. I know it's not easy, you're not very smart but look closely and tell me the truth. Have you ever really been happy?"

Was he calling her stupid?

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid...

Mrs Gloria Hellgrave, respected educator and head of administration wanted to bite that outstretched finger clean off but even as she glared flaring hatred at the offending digit her eyes drifted down to that captured moment in time of her younger self.

That poor silly girl who didn't know what woes life held in store for her...

SillyGirl.SillyGirl.SillyGirl...

"I want you to think carefully about it, Gloria. Don't you deserve to be happy?" John's soft, almost musical voice questioned from somewhere beyond the fascinating picture frame.

Happy.Happy.Happy...

The girl in the photo, dulled and slightly yellowed with age, seemed to warp and shift. Her past self rippled in the frame like an optical illusion that Mrs Gloria Hellgrave couldn't tear her eyes away from.

"Well... I remember... some men used to tell me that I was... Pretty?" She finally answered, struggling as the words were dragged to her lips from light years away.

"I expect they did. You were a very pretty girl."

PrettyGirl.PrettyGirl.PrettyGirl...

His smooth, warm tone seemed to bathe her brain like sweetest rosewater. It should have been alarming but somehow all the anger, anxiety and stress was muted. Wrapped up and put to bed in a thick warm fluffy blanket of hazy pink softness.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid...

SillyGirl.SillyGirl.SillyGirl...

Happy.Happy.Happy...

PrettyGirl.PrettyGirl.PrettyGirl...

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid...

Somebody was asking Gloria something but she was struggling to focus. She wasn't feeling very smart at the moment and the pretty girl in the photo had just winked and blown her a kiss.

"Gloria, are you listening to me?"

Gloria blinked rapidly like someone waking from a heavy slumber and looked about the office in confusion.

Her office.

...but if it was her office, then why was Mister Doe sitting behind her big desk watching the CCTV replays of himself play off to one side.

"Whaaa~ What? What happened?" She slurred feeling like her mind was swimming through a quagmire of molasses.

"I've been explaining to you for the last ten minutes everything I've been doing at school today." He sighed in disappointment. "I am worried about you, Gloria. I'm not sure you're a very good fit for the position."

The position... what position? Gloria already had a job. She was Headmistress and Principal of the whole school... wasn't she? Every time she tried to grasp at a hard fact they popped like so many bath-time soap bubbles leaving bubblegum pink mist wafting across her already overcast mindscape.

No, no... She was in charge and Mister Doe was... he was...

He was very handsome, how had she not noticed that before? So tall and broad shouldered with a jawline so strong it could have featured on U.S. Army recruitment posters and fueled an entire war effort.

His simple t-shirt was worn devastatingly tight across a cairn of rocky abdominal muscles topped with two slab-like pectorals, the short sleeves pulled taut by his bulging biceps and triceps. What did all the girls call it?

Ripped.

Well, someone better fetch this man a needle and thread...

"No... No! This isn't right. You're doing something to me. Making me feel stupid." Gloria buried her hands in her loose flowing hair and shook her skull trying to clear it. Instead her brain rattle about like a dried pea in a can. "My chair... That's my chair you're sitting in."

Stupid,Stupid,Stupid...

"Hmmmm... Sorry?" John- Mister Doe looked away from the monitor and back at her in surprise then his expression softened into one of concern. Handsome handsome concern.

"This is what I am talking about, Sweety. You're not very bright and have difficulty staying focused. We might have to consider finding a more suitable place for you within the school's administrative structure."

Sweety?

Sweety,Sweety,Sweety...

Some part of her wanted to preen under the meager praise but something trapped deep inside of her railed at it too. Conflicting emotions warred within Gloria Hellgrave's amble chest and she was struggling to find the cognitive capacity to make sense of them.

It was so hard to think with that wet shlick-shlick-shlicking sound distracting her, was it coming from the air-conditioning unit?

"It's not your fault, Gloria. Honestly, I blame myself." Mister Doe said, steepling his fingertips together over that mouth-watering, muscular chest as his eyes returned to the screen full of images of him. "I should have recognized your infatuation with me earlier. Have you been watching me through the cameras all day? I'm sure the school board will find this perverse **** of power and position very troubling."

shlick-shlick-shlick

No, no, no... School board... Cameras... trouble. Gloria couldn't think and he was behaving like she was the one acting dumb for him.

DumbforHim,DumbforHim,DumbforHim...

"No! You're the one in trouble! Big trouble, Mister." She cried, jerking herself out of her seat and almost stumbling when she felt the press of warm wet fabric between her thighs. Her pussy ached to be touched and panties were soaked! Looking down she could see the dark patch of liquid arousal that stained the front of her smart charcoal business skirt.

What the hell had she been doing with herself?

"I hardly think that your sordid behavior, like touching yourself while watching me on your little screen..." Mister Doe gestured again at the display and even leaned back in his chair as if to admire it better. "...Will cause me any difficulties with the board, Sweety."

Sweety,Sweety,Sweety...

shlick-shlick-shlick

From her standing position and with him reclining just so, Gloria Hellgrave finally spotted the source of the soft wet noises. A small head topped in long swaying chocolate locks was bobbing in his lap. Someone was hiding under his desktop and sucking his handsome handsome cock!

"Wha- Who? What do you think you are doing?" She mewled in panicked confusion and clenched her trembling thighs together in an attempt to quiet her thrumming, dripping nethers.

Staggering like a drunken bridesmaid, she rounded the gleaming oak desk and looked down. Mister Doe didn't even try to stop her, just watching her reaction with mild disinterest.

A female student was on her knees between his spread legs, face-down on his big beautiful cock!

HisCock,HisCock, HisCock...

Upturned eyes sparkled like emeralds from beneath dark bangs and the sides of ruby lips twitched up in wicked grin around a girthy mouthful of turgid manmeat. Then they shlorped their wet cushiony way up his enormous shaft to pop free with a throaty giggle.

"It looks like the gig is up, Little Girl."

"I'll say but it sure took her long enough..." Jennifer Bounders said, sneering up at Gloria as her small hands continued to lovingly stroke his huge jutting member in long languid motions. "You weren't wrong, Daddy. She really is as dumb as two bricks but she's looking all the better for it by the minute."

DumbforDaddy,DumbforDaddy,DumbforDaddy...

Mrs Gloria Hellgrave's eyes were locked like guided missiles on that glorious mind-bending totem to masculinity towering from within his unzipped jeans. Her mouth flooded with saliva and her knees knocked together so hard she had to steady herself against the desk.

This was wrong, she shouldn't feel this way. She shouldn't feel this jealous of the small curvy schoolgirl climbing up into Mister Doe's lap to trail hot kisses along his rugged jawline and wrap the thick milky thighs tight around his visibly throbbing tumescence.

"NOOOooo~" Gloria's wail of despair sounded more like a sexually supercharged moan of desire and it was very almost just that...

"Oh em gee! Look at her, Daddy. The old hag is still trying to fight it. To fight you..." Jennifer trilled in delight, rubbing her pretty young face against his bullish neck and broad chest, trying to mark him like a cat in heat. "As if anybody could resist my wonderful Master, my big strong super-duper Daaaddy~"

"Oh you goddamn teasing brat!" Mister Doe roared, picking the diminutive schoolgirl up by her pale wobbling ass and slamming her down on his desk. "I'm going to show Mrs Hellgrave what she's been missing out on and fill your baby belly until you are fit to burst!"

The squealing little sexpot just laughed in glee as her pretty head bounced off the hardwood and he pushed up her tiny skirt to position his angry bulging tip against her puffy, glistening wet pussy lips. Her dark tresses flailed as Mister Doe **** a full half of his stupendous length into the blissfully writhing student.

"Do it, Daddy! Show that old bitch what she's missed and fill my fertile teenage womb with all your potent Daddy seed!"

Gloria was skimming the edge of a total mental breakdown. Her whole body was lit up like Times Square on New Years fighting the overpowering need to dive into that illicit coupling and lick, suck or fuck anything she could to quench the blazing wildfire rampaging through her very core.

But a stoic little holdout within urged her to flee. Heeding that tiny instinct in one final glimmer of good sense she pushed off the desk and stumbled towards the office door. Escape was only a hands breadth away...

"Faaark~ you gorgeous schoolgirl slut, here it comes!"

"Yes Daddy, I'm your little-girl slut! Yesyesyesyes~!"

Gloria flung open the door and ran headlong into the immense swelling cleavage of the tall statuesque teenage hussy she had so readily dismissed earlier. Reeling backwards and reaching out for anything to steady herself Mrs Hellgrave looked into the scowling beauty's face. It made no rational sense but a name did rise to the surface of her strawberry bubblegum brain.

"Tamara Charles?"

Strong hands seized her arms and spun her back to face the passionate finale she had so fervently fled.

"Where do you think you are going? You cold, uncaring bitch..."