The Principal's Office

"Jason! Rachel!" said Sarah sharply. She came in the room, shut the door, and turned on the lights. "This is completely inappropriate!"

I stumbled backward, my still-erect cock falling from Rachel's mouth. It was deflating rapidly. And, it had traces of lipstick on it, I noted with some amusement. "I... sorry?" I stuttered.

"Get your clothes on, and get to my office!" ordered Mrs. Osterman.

Ah, Mrs. Osterman. She is a real battle-axe. She's a medium-height (5'7") Black woman and the poster child for Resting Bitch Face. She's also my nemesis, or one of them, having taken Mike's side in our dispute the year before. Still, she's reasonably pretty. Her hair hasn't yet gone gray, and she has a good figure for an older woman. I've had the occasional shame-filled fantasy about her, I can admit that.

I pulled up my pants, and Rachel -- Ms. Levi again, now, I reminded myself -- stood up and dusted off her knees. I still had that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was going to be expelled for sure, and then my witch of a stepmom was going to finally kick me out of the trailer like she'd been threatening.

On the bright side, maybe getting caught this way would improve my social standing a little.

Mrs. Osterman lead us through the hallways, past Sherry Abe, the school secretary, and into her office. "Please hold all my calls, Sherry," she said as she shut the door. Mrs. Osterman was stern with the rest of us, but she was always nice to Sherry.

Not knowing what to do, I stood while Mrs. Osterman walked around her desk and sat down in her usual chair. The throne. "Have a seat," she said. I sat.

She sighed. Her brow furrowed as if she were thinking. Then she sighed again. "Rachel," she started. "I am extremely disappointed in you. We agreed that I would talk to Mr. Kraus first thing this morning."

What on earth was going on.

Rachel shifted in her seat as though she were about to speak, but Mrs. Osterman held up a finger. "Don't give me your excuses. What you did was very inappropriate. You might have been seen! And we can't have that."

Then she turned to me. Still looking very stern, she said, "Mr. Kraus. I had wanted to discuss your situation with you before... well, before anyone else could get their hands on you. I've drawn up a list of suitable... companions... for you in the school. All I ask for is a bit of discretion and consideration."

"Companions?" I muttered. "Consideration...?"

"Quite so. The exact schedule is of course your prerogative. I would like to propose, though, that you limit yourself to at most three per day. One before school, one during either your lunch or study period, and one after school."

"Three a day...". I wasn't feeling like I was following this conversation at all.

"Yes, three blowjobs per day. I hope that should be sufficient even for a young man such as yourself. And also, please limit facials to the after-school session, to avoid any embarrassing incidents. Discretion is still vitally important, as we can't have the under-age students noticing. You may use my office or the counselor's office for your... meetings."

"Ok...," I mumbled. "The companions..." I was in shock.

"The women available to you are myself, Sherry, Brenda Jones" -- the school counselor -- "and of course Rachel here. We are not a large school, and there simply weren't many candidates. Now, do you have any questions?"

"So you're saying... three times a day I can..."

"Come to my office and get a blowjob, yes," she replied primly. She didn't look happy about it. "To tell you the truth, I'm not very happy about it, Mr. Kraus, but here at Small Town High we will always do our duty."

"Mrs. Osterman, you said you're on the list?" I asked.

"Quite," she said, with her lips pressed tersely together. "And of course you may visit me as you like."

"What about Mrs. Whitehead?" I asked. She was widely considered the hottest teacher in school.

"Of course not, Mr. Kraus," came the reply. "Her breasts are too large, you know that." I did not, in fact, know that, but I was so surprised by this whole turn of events that I didn't question her further.

Then Mrs. Osterman did something I will remember the rest of my life. She looked at Rachel and said, in a level tone, "Well, Rachel. You got him started. You might as well finish sucking him off."