With Help

I run to the principal's office, the assistant says I may go in. "Hello Ms. Sumner" I say as I close the door behind me.

She looks up, her eyes focusing on me over her glasses, "Jamie, what do you want, and please make it quick."

"You will call Mrs. Dempsey to your office immediately." I state.

She tells her assistant to do so. She then looks back at me, "Why did I just do that?"

My grin gets even wider, "Well it is very simple, I am going to fuck her, right here in your office."

Evelyn's eyes go wide, her mouth gapes open, "No... No, you are not... How dare you..." I tell her to shut up, her voice faulters and she goes quiet.

"I Will do what I want Evelyn, there is nothing you can do about it." her eyes plead with me, but I ignore her and press on, "When Mrs. Dempsey arrives, you will tell your assistant to watch her class until Mrs. Dempsey returns."

Evelyn just sits there, unable to say a word. I look at her, nipples hard and trying to poke through her light purple blouse. Hair up in a bun as usual. I lean over her desk, my fingers pinching both her nipples through her blouse, twisting them. Her mouth opens, no sound coming out as I play with her.

There is a knock at the door. I stand up straight as Mrs. Dempsey walks into the office. Evelyn gets on the phone, telling her assistant to watch Mrs. Dempseys class. Mrs. Dempsey is about to ask why, but instead freezes in place. My cock hanging out of its fly, she glimpses it, her eyes going glossy.

Putting my cock away, I walk over to the door, shut and lock it. I then give Mrs. Dempsey my usual commands. I wake her up, her eyes fluttering, focusing on me and Evelyn. "Umm... Ms. Somner... you umm wanted to see me."

I speak up, since Evelyn is unable to speak. "Take off all your clothes Mrs. Dempsey."

"What... Mr. Johnson... how dare you..." she sputters out, even as her hands reach for the bottom of her shirt, lifting it over her belly, then her breasts. Taking it off and depositing it on the floor.

"Wait... What is going on... Evelyn... Why am I..." Evelyn says nothing, just sits there and watches as Mrs. Dempsey kicks off her shoes, then lowers her pants, sliding her feet out of them. Her hands reaching behind her, undoing the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Hooking her thumbs into the top of her panties, she lowers the final piece of clothing, stepping out of them.

Mrs. Dempsey stands there, her arms and hands trying to cover her body, as she tries to figure out what just happened. "Evelyn, say something... Stop this..."

"Mrs. Dempsey, you should not worry about Ms. Sumner, she will not help you. You see, she is under my control, just like you are." I simply tell her.

"Under your control... What is this... What do you mean?" she asks, her body trembling slightly.