There were some perks to the job

You leave Ms. Naylor's office and head back to the parking lot to move your bike. From the looks of things that woman might well have it towed if she got the chance. The meeting had gone no better than you expected, but no worse either. It is clear to you that Ms. Naylor cares deeply about the Academy and its students, and those were two points strongly in her favor, but sometimes students need more than love and tolerance to grow.

You recall the awkward conversation you had with Senator Williams as he described how out-of-control some of the students were in the once prestigious institution. He explained that last year three of the teachers were let go along with the twelve students who were asked not to return. Based on interviews with parents and alumnae, the board decided to replace all three of those positions with male teachers. It had been his idea, he told you with a hint of poorly hidden satisfaction, to revive the position of dean, and recruit you to restore order to the school.

"It's not been easy, Kyle." He told you as you sat in his office. "Many of the issues we had involved pretty wild sexual promiscuity; bringing male teachers into the mix has raised some real concerns." As you listened in awkward silence, he began what you recognized as a warning about not getting involved with the students.

"Hawk, you've got to understand that these are the daughters of some of the most powerful men in the country." You remember taking another sip of that smooth bourbon knowing exactly where this was going as he explained that most of these young women were going to be married to politicians, ambassadors, business tycoons and the families of the armed forces highest officers. Not someone like you.

"I know, I know," you recall telling him in the hope of cutting short the conversation, "keep my dick in your pants, right Sir?"

"Oh, I don't think anyone gives a damn about who you fuck, Hawk." He had told you with a laugh, "This is the 21st century, no man expects to be bedding a virgin on his wedding night anymore. But you can't fall for any of these girls, and more importantly you can't let any of them fall for you."

"Are you telling me it's OK for me to fuck my way through this whole damn school as long as none of them want me to propose to them?" The Colonel gave you a shrug of his broad shoulders.

"With a couple of precocious exceptions, these young ladies are 18-20 years of age. Most of the ones you'll be concerned about have probably been fucking their boyfriends for the past three or four years." You remember staring at him in disbelief as he swirled the bourbon in his glass thoughtfully.

"It might even do some of those spoiled brats some good to have a good fuck." He told you without the slightest hint of shame. "In fact, Hawk, the more I think about it, the more I wonder if it would do the Rose a whole lot of good if some of the staff got laid once in a while too."

Having met Ms. Naylor you can't help but wonder if the prickly Headmistress is one of the faculty that your old C.O. felt could use a good fucking. After that initial glimpse of her in her office you decide that you wouldn't mind helping Ms. Naylor out in that department, if she wanted you to.

You pass three or four of the pretty students in their uniform skirts and tidy pink blouses on your way to the garage; they certainly looked like the model of respectability and all-American beauty, but you could not forget the Colonel's final thought.

"The thing is Kyle," the Colonel paused to take a slow sip, "alumnae of the Pink Rose are valued for their discretion and modesty." He finished the last of his drink and put the rocks glass down on his desk just a little too hard. "No man objects to having a wild ride in his bed. But on the other hand, he doesn't want to be marrying a whore." He looked you in the eye and ended with a final thought. "Set an example for them. Show those young women what a real man expects from a young lady, both in and out of your bed."