Straight for the office

You follow Slut to the Principal's office. You notice a few ghosts in the halls, some of them feeling up cheerleaders as they talk with their boyfriends, a couple of them eating out the quiet nerds while they pretend to be absorbed in brooding into their lockers. You even go past one room where your now supernatural hearing picks up on what sounds like an orgy. You stop for a second and Slut turns around.

"That's Mrs. Green's room. Remember her?" she asks, her eyes twinkling. You sure do. Overweight, dark skin, tight hair, clothes that were either too tight or too loose on her very-big-boned frame, tits that were indecent no matter what she did. Real fucking hardass in class.

"Yeah, I remember her," you say, half growling. She rode your ass like she owned it, and while those tits were spectacular, that attitude killed any thoughts of sliding your cock between them and then bending her over her desk. Well, almost killed.

"Things have changed," Slut says, amused. "You want to take a look?" The caramel skinned goddess's dark eyes are twinkling and she absently strokes her finger tips down her sundress. The result on her dark nipples is immediate. For the first time you notice you can see them through the thin dress material, but the light has to be right. Right now, it's perfect. Your cock rises to attention in time with her nipples; they're hard enough to cut glass, your cock could break granite boulders right now.

You listen for what would have been a heartbeat and you hear her moaning intensify, but no one else in the hallway seems to take notice. God, you'd love to watch that mean bitch be getting used by a fucking orgy of ghosts, but you do have to report in...