The assembly

It was 20 minutes since Headmistress McNamara called for this assembly and students and teachers alike are wondering what it is about. They are also wondering what is taking so long for her to start. So many conversations are happening amongst the crowd, trying to figure out what is going on. Some think she’s announcing she’s leaving. Some think that a big controversy has happened that needs to be addressed. Some think she’s just wasting their day. But not one soul was prepared for the headmistress to step out of from the curtain, naked as the day she was born, and, if you were sat in the first few rows, what looks like jizz covering her face. Suffice to say, shock filled the room. Confusion followed suit when I stepped out as well.

Me & Ms. McNamara, or should I say Lynda, approach the microphone. Thinking fast, I grab hold of the microphone and tell everyone “No one leave the room until Ms. McNamara has said what she needs to say.” It has taken me a long time to grow my power where I can influence multiple minds at once, but I’m so glad I did. Lynda looks at me, graciously, and says, “Thank you for your support Mr. Flores.” I penetrate the minds of all the women in the auditorium to peruse their thoughts again. Not enough seem to be worried about me. Everyone of them seems to be worried about their headmistress state. “Now, students and teachers, I would like to introduce Mr. Flores. He will be joining us this year as the new theater teacher.” The current theater teacher, Ms. Alexa Hart, a 30-something busty brunette, stands in confusion. “Now, not to worry Ms. Hart, you will still stay on as Mr. Flores’ assistant teacher. While it is a demotion in terms of title, it is not one in terms of payment. In fact, his position here will be of an unofficial teaching position.”

That confuses everyone even more. Just before one of the students could ask Lynda about her appearance, I send a message to everyone again, “Stay quiet unless Ms. McNamara asks if there any questions. And not one of you cares about how she looks.” The headmistress continues, “With Mr. Flores taking over as the theater teacher, he has made the very convincing case that his teachings will be very beneficial to all of you students, so each one of you will be taking at least one class with him. That does mean that some of your schedules will have to be changed, but I’m positive you will all appreciate the hard work he is going to put into each and every one of you.” Even more confusion, mixed with anger, begins radiating from the students. So many want to say something, but they can’t.

I tune Lynda out as she goes into more detail to my situation and start looking out at the sea of beauty before me. There’s no doubt in my mind that I’m going to have a lot of fun here. A nice diverse group of women. Blondes. Brunettes. Redheads. Chicks with dyed purple hair. Small boobs. Big boobs. Huge boobs. Firm asses. Bubblebutts. Petite women. Thicc women. Short women. Tall women. White women. Black women. Asian women. Latina women. It’s like I have died and gone to Heaven. I tune back in just in time for me to catch her asking, “Are there any questions?” Remembering my previous command, I send another one to all of them to not ask any questions at all. After a fair amount of silence, Lynda dismisses the faculty and the students. She turns to me and says, “I hope you will enjoy your time here.” I smile and respond, “Oh, I know I will.” Everyone starts heading out, confused at what just transpired. I catch the previous head of the theater department, Ms. Hart, looking at me. I make my way to her, all while sizing her up. The first thing about her that drew my attention were her tits. It’s hard to be drawn to those things, especially when she doesn’t have much in the way of ass. But I’m certain her tits, which look like they have to be at least E cups, more than make up for it. Before I can introduce myself to her, she says “I can’t believe I’m being replaced by a child.” Now, that doesn’t seem very nice of her. “I’m sorry if we have already started on the wrong foot. That was not my intention. If it’s any consolation, me being the new head of the theater department truly is more of an unofficial thing. You’ll still get your normal wage, and on your résumé, it will still say “Head of Theater Department.”

“So, then why are you here anyway?” she demands to know. Oooo, one with an attitude. This should be fun. “I’ll explain once we get to my new office. Since it was your old one, I’m sure you don’t mind taking me there.” She, begrudgingly, starts leading me to my new office. I look down at her ass, and it is a fairly small one. No matter, I guess I’ll just have to make do with her huge rack. Oh, woe is my life. Once we finally arrive, she opens the door for me, but I insist she enter first. After she does, I look down at my crotch. “I hope your ready for another round. If not, you better make yourself ready.”