Sticking to what he knows, using the right earring only.

Jason considered his options as he scratched his chin. For one, this earring worked and he had a pretty good handle on it, the only question was how could he use it to his advantage, he didn't even consider the other earring. Any other time in his life it would be a ticket to a life of trouble free hedonism but as it stands for tonight, Jason still had problems. He still respected his father and wanted to do him proud, simply doing what he wanted without repercussions did not achieve that goal by it's self. The familiar press of stress fell down on him once again.

"Hello, earth to Jason!" Stacy called from the side of the large hall, people filing past her erotic, half undressed form without comment. Jason looked up at her, his sense focusing on her figure and fighting the urge to look at her slender hips.

"Why fight it?" He chuckled to himself as he brought the same right earring he already tested back to his ear while openly checking her out.

"I thought I told you" Stacy began angrily as Jason clicked the jewellery into place. "to... to stop looking... at me?" Her scowl reforming on her face to a puzzled expression.

"Why would you tell me to do that?" Jason asked as he sauntered up next to her, enjoying teasing her mind.

"I.. I don't know. I'm a bit on edge without my coffee I guess, do what you want, I don't care" She added flippantly.

"That's right!" Jason agreed, brining a open palm swiftly to the skin of her buttocks with a loud crack, then let it sit there, clamped on tight.

Stacy winced a little at the treatment but otherwise ignored his groping. "What's first?"

"Mr Cheddars is first, Woodshop. We got five or so minuets, his table is over in the corner." He pointed over to a short man with a beard, welcoming the first of his appointments.

"Hmpf" Stacy pouted impatiently, put out that she didn't come first for something. "In that case, I'm getting another coffee." Then without another word, she strode off.

Jason lost his grip on her cheek as she walked out of arms length towards the coffee machine, as his gaze broke off from her ass he noticed another strange occurrence. Mrs Castle was tentatively negating the steep steps at the side of the stage. Her underwear situation binding her knees together, making it difficult for her to make it to flat ground without tripping. He chuckled at the sight, as everyone was ignoring this 'normal' event, he wondered over to 'help'.

"Everything okay there Mrs Castle?" Jason called to her in a mock tone.

"Ah?" Mrs Castle's head swivelled round to see who was asking. "Erm, yes, I'm nearly there, but thank you!" She added with a embarrassed smile at her predicament. Jason extended his hand and took hers, helping her down the last step, her high heels finally finding flat ground. "Well, quite the gentleman." she smiled gratefully at him and gave him a nod before beginning to move off to her other duties for the night.

She took two stilted steps before she halted, her arm pulling her backwards as Jason never let go, his tight grip on her hand denying her escape. A maniacal grin, ear to ear, giving away his inner thinking as he looked her up and down, reeling her back slowly towards him.

"Oh, was there something else Jason?" she asked as he pulled her body into his, deliberately mashing her tits into his chest before taking a step back and leering at her body head to toe.

"I was thinking... you got such big tits. You should really give people something to look at while you drone on with your shit speeches." Jason suggested, his hand came froward to start unbuttoning her expensive looking blouse.

"Well, I don't think that's important..." She countered, looking down passively as her black lacy bra was revealed to the room. "If there was nothing else, would you excuse me," She looked back up at him "I do need to go and see Miss Coulder about-"

"That dyke?!" Jason laughed in her face cutting her off, revelling in language which would give him eternal detention in front of the Principal, but only making her blink. "Okay, I'll do her a favour, get you looking real pretty to get her juices going, I'll bet she has a few fantasies about a hot piece of MILF ass like you." Jason ran his hands up her sides and rested his palms on her large bra encased tits for emphasis, giving them a few quick squeezes.

"I'm sure that's not true..." Mrs Castle explained as Jason pushed her blouse wide open with his hands. "This academy employs professionals..." he ignored her and reached up, taking her hair clip out her hair to let her dark locks fall down over her shoulders. "...and she is good at her job." she finished as Jason hands found hers, she gave no resistance as he parked her hands under her large mammaries, pushing them up and displaying them outward.

"Ah, there you are Janet!" Miss Coulder emerged from the crowd of people and hurried up to them. Her short cropped dirty blonde hair and typical unflattering baggy tracksuit would normally make her seem very unfeminine, but as tonight was special, she was dressed a little more smartly in a dark blue pant suit.

"Oh Miss Coulder" Mrs Castle returned the greeting, ignoring her bizarre erotic pose, thrusting her tits towards her college. "I was just making my way to you but Jason needed something..."

"Yeah," Jason muttered "Hey Miss Coulder..." he couldn't help but ask "...Doesn't she look way more sexy like this?" He gave Mrs Castle a tilt side to side, showing off his handy work.

"Well I... suppose so, but... err" She said lost in thought as she passively took in the sight of her boss, posed to look like a display in a sex store window.

"Just look at those tits!" Jason shouted impatiently as he reached up and grasped the back of Miss Coulder's head, dragging her closer. "Go ahead, get in there!" He pulled her head forward, she seemed a little confused and gasped a little at the treatment but didn't stop him as he **** her face downwards, mashing it into the inviting cleavage the Principal was unwillingly presenting.

Jason held her there, his tight grip in her short hair making sure she was well and truly pinned to Mrs Castle. For her part, his Principal looked down at her college in-between her boobs, sighed, then looked around the room, waiting for Jason to finish his fun.

"mmmffmmm!" Jason heard a noise from the manhandled Gym teacher.

"What?" He asked again, as he brought her back up for air. Her face was flushed red, but not with anger.

"I said... *gasp* we do need to think about getting on with tonight's preparations, I have appointments to get to." Miss Coulder complained through heavy breathing. Mrs Castle nodded in agreement. Jason just rolled his eyes.

"Okay, but look!" With a flourish Jason let go of her head and pulled up Mrs Castles green skirt revealing her lace panties around her knees and her dark haired snatch above. "You gotta love that right?" He reached down and grabbed Miss Coulder's hand, guided it to Mrs Castles pussy lips and **** her finger in. "I'll bet old Castle here is nice and wet for you." He was pushing Coulder's hand from behind, sliding her finger in and out.

Both women looked down at Miss Coulder's probing hand with disinterest, Mr's Castle was the first to turn her gaze away and look back to Jason.

"Mr Anderson, if there was nothing else would you please excuse us, I am sure you have appointments to upkeep. " She informed him unfazed by being penetrated in such a way.

"Well okay, but you couldn't just tell me one thing before you go." Jason asked innocently.

"Yes Jason, what is it?" The Principal inquired.

"Just how wet did you make Miss Coulder? I mean, I'm pretty sure you are a married straight woman, but Coulder here must be drenched, slipping her hand inside you like this." Jason inquired, still rubbing Miss Coulder's hand in and out of her hot slit.

Mrs Castle blustered for a brief moment, unsure how to answer such a question. Even if Jason asking such a thing is normal, her answer was under no protection from magical artefacts.

"Well... I... that's personal I'm sure, I wouldn't know." She stammered.

"Let me help you with that." Jason said, once again taking her hand from it's job at holding her own tit and guiding it to the front of Miss Coulder's Pants. Deftly untucking her white blouse and flipping it up to catch a glimpse of her toned abs before popping open the teacher's waist button. He slipped Mr's Castle's hand inside her subordinate's panties, making her gasp. Jason could already feel the heat and moisture down there but pressed for the answer from his Principal, even as her fingers slipped into Coulder's rapidly moistening pussy.

"So how is she?" Jason asked again. Miss Coulder looked away, her face beet red.

"Shes's..." Mr Castle struggled to find the words. "...stimulated" She turned to look Miss Coulder in the eyes. "but I'm sure it won't effect profession relationship." She added.

"NO!" Miss Coulder exclaimed quickly. "It wont! ...it's just... nothing I'm sure. Please don't worry about it" She smiled a uneasy smile at her boss who returned a look with a stern frown.

"How does she taste Mrs Castle?" Jason asked pulling her hand out of her underlings pants.

Mrs Castle sighed. "I though you said you only had one question Ja-Ohglmmf" She was cut off by Jason stuffing her moistened fingers past her red lips, only to pull it back out leaving a trail of spittle hanging form her chin. "... Well... err... Satly I suppose" She answered hesitantly, smacking her lips not enjoying the taste but not confused or surprised by his actions either. "Now if you would please find your parents and go to your next appointment, we do have somewhere we have to be."

"Yeah, yeah, I got my own piece of hot ass to get to, I suppose you're right." Jason admitted. "You two love birds should find a room" He slapped Mrs Castle hard on the ass to get her moving. She shuffled off without a word but her free hand moved to her rump to rub her smacked cheek. Her panties were still constricting her movement but also Miss Coulders hand which reminded it's sliding motion in and out of the Principal's pussy which slowed her down even more.

Jason took in the sight, noting that no one else really cared that these women where walking through their midst, one pleasuring the other. He felt his own boner stiffen at the erotic display and his mind reminded him that Stacy was half naked somewhere and he did have things to get done tonight, it can't all be fun and games.

He found Stacy fairly easily, long slender legs grabbing his attention before he even knew he spotted her. She didn't acknowledge his presence even as he sauntered up and put his arm around her waist, pulling her close and leaning into her.

She took another sip of coffee before speaking. "So, Woodshop is first?" She made no eye contact, just starting down into her cup.

"Yeah" Jason answered looking over his shoulder as MR Chedders sitting in the corner. "He's over there" They moved together like a loving couple on a first date, Jason clinging onto her side. Emboldened by his previous encounter, he decided to ask what was on his mind straight up.

"Stacy, you wouldn't really tell my father if I was failing a subject would you?"

She looked at him for the first time sideways. "Yes, of course. Your father wants to know these things Jason, Just because he couldn't make it tonight doesn't mean you are off the hook for these things. I will be telling him everything I hear tonight."

Jason stopped abruptly, causing them both to halt. He considered her words. "So, if I was to just walk you out of here to the football field and fuck your brains out all night, you wouldn't have anything bad to report?" Jason aired his plan to her face.

"Ha!" She scoffed "That's not going to happen thou, is it?" She was cracking a smile now, she enjoyed how powerless she thought he was in the situation.

Jason tugged her to the side correcting their course and started walking her to the door. "Yeah it is." His smile broadened as his hand slipped down and started to squeeze her ass. She looked over her shoulder at his marauding palm, then back to the corner Mr Chedders was in. His table getting smaller as the distance increased. Taking in her situation she quickly came to the conclusion that he might in fact fuck her, not that she cared much, it would be normal for him to do so, but she did have one point to raise.

"If we are going to miss the appointments, I'm sure your father will get in touch with the school to catch up. So it shouldn't be to much of a problem." She reasoned.

Jason coasted them both to a stop. Anger and stress once again gripping him, his hand grabbed her panties in a tight fist, shaking with rage, he pulled it upwards giving her a titanic wedgie.

"I should have know it wouldn't be that simple..." He muttered to himself, Stacy wincing at her treatment ignored him, focusing on maintaining her balance on tiptoes to lessen the wedgie she was receiving.

"JASON ANDERSON!" Mr Chedders voice rang out from his table. Jason felt he had **** but to continue the evening as it was. He pulled Stacy over to the first appointment table of the night by her panties, she tottered along next to him.