Small Talk Before It Really Starts

I announce my presence while making my way into the principal's office of Jefferson High.

"Hey, Principal Hudson. I'd apologize for the delay but we both know my time's way more valuable than yours."

A woman's voice replies to my greeting before I can even look into the room.

"I'm so glad you finally stopped apologizing, Pete. Anything that catches your attention is more far more important than whatever I need to do. Besides, your presence is a blessing worth waiting for."

Eventually, the door swings all the way open and stops obstructing my sight. Now I'm able to admire what the working conditions of Principal Hudson, the woman I hate most, are like in a world molded by me.

Visually scanning the entire room, the scene can only be described as........ mundane.

Looking to the right, I notice several photos showing the senior class of previous years. After a moment, I turn my head and see the left wall is almost entirely covered by a single poster. The top half of the banner contains bold writing that reads "NORTH POINT HIGH" in dark blue ink. Underneath the text's center is a picture of the school mascot, a lion. Then I turn my attention forward where the wall behind my principal's desk holds a bulletin board riddled with college pamphlets and school calendars.

Finally, my gaze shifts down to Principal Hudson. The office chair she's sitting on is made of black leather. I've come to call it an 'Administrative Throne' because of how big it is. Her equally impressive desk is littered with paper and supports a computer monitor to her left.

Now finished with my thorough inspection, I reply while stepping further into the room.

"It was definitely a hard habit to break. Visiting your office used to mean punishment and being late always made it so much worse. Luckily, I'm finally over that fear."

Approaching her desk makes it easier to see Principal Hudson's outfit. It's exactly what you'd expect from a school administrator. A White blouse buttoned up to the top and a gray blazer. Her blonder hair is tied up in a tight bun.

Upon reaching her, I sit on the small chair placed in front of the desk. Then I reestablish eye contact through her thick-framed glasses and continue to speak.

"In fact, I would've been here right on schedule but purposely made you wait for a bit. I was having a fun time listening to Mrs. Gray ramble about drilling her husband's asshole with a strap-on. You know how chatty that woman gets whenever I hit her with a good ol' Dick-Face."

The woman's mouth cracks into a tiny smile. Quiet giggles start breaking through her sealed lips. She raises a hand to politely cover the lower half of her face. A second or two goes by before she responds.

"My assistant really does love that silly game of yours. It doesn't seem like she's very good at it, though. Each morning she comes in and tells everyone it's the day she catches you. But every time you visit the department, her face ends up smelling like your sweaty Jock-Strap."

I lean back in my chair and cross one leg over the other's knee. Then I lock both hands behind my head, forming a cool and cocky pose. I start to speak in a voice that matches my body language.

"What can I say? I'm just that good. But still, I'm surprised she hasn't improved by now. It's weird that she's not more embarrassed by a teenager constantly shoving his crotch in her face. You'd think that would be a good motivator. Although, I don't think it bothers her that much."

Something about my comments appear to amuse Principal Hudson. Her giddy laughter not only returns but grows into a healthy chuckle. After noticing my curious look, the woman composes herself to enlighten me. My confusion is fake of course, since I'm already well aware of what she finds so funny.

"Believe me, Mrs. Gray is plenty embarrassed. She just hides it when you're around to deprive you of the satisfaction. It all comes out right after you leave. How could it not? The whole department's always teasing her! Pretty much everyone has replaced her name with 'Dick Face' by now. Any time someone brings in donuts for the break room, there's always a dick shaped Boston Cream waiting just for her! Plus, whenever she loses, we hold our noses at her like someone farted. "

The older woman who you've always known as a no-nonsense bitch takes a break to let out more giggles. After a few seconds, she's able to continue her report.

"That woman's face always goes red when we laugh at her. Then she starts yelling back about it not being that funny and storms off. Oh, and remember when you posted that picture of your junk splayed across her face to the school's website?"

This was of course a past event that I've inserted into everyone's memories using the book. As I said earlier, I've been in such a frenzy throughout the day that many of my alterations appear to have slipped my mind.

I shoot the woman an intrigued look and lightly shake my head, asking the woman to refresh my memory.

"The one where your balls smooshed over her entire mouth and chin? Your shaft was poking her left eye. Well, I suppose it's easy to forget after posting so many others on that instagram account you made. Anyway, we printed out a bunch of copies and hung them everywhere! You should've seen the way she squirmed!"

The story ends and the two of us share a lengthy moment of laughter. When we both start to settle down, I decided it's time to get on with the real reason why I stayed after school. Unfolding my limbs, I relax into a more natural position before taking over the conversation.

"Sounds like I really missed out. But let's be real. You only bully Mrs. Gray because you're secretly jealous. I can tell you wish it was you who's touching my cock on the regular. Although, I can't say I blame you after everything we've been through."

The older woman's eyes dart down to her desk. A deep red color fills her face as she clears her throat.

Although there are many rules I've apparently forgotten, this was not one of them. I've been formulating a plan for my principal since the moment I discovered the book's power. Finally, I can play out the scenario that's been running through my thoughts all day.

I lean back in my chair and let the lady soak in her embarrassment. It's time to get this meeting going.