Yes, choose Jazmin

he sighs “I don’t understand it. There’s really no reason that you should be siting here.” Principal Thomms stares at Jazmin with sympathetic brown eyes.

She’s a pretty woman in her late 40s. The kind of woman who you can tell was just a stunner in her youth, but somehow people didn’t probably realize it then.

She has a great face. Shortish brown hair to go with those big brown eyes. The type of wrinkles that indicate a lot of smiling. She’s a kind principal who really cares for the kids.

And the students like her too.

Jazmin almost feels bad about what she’s going to do. Almost. But she know that soon everyone including herself and Mrs. Thomms will be embraced in the sweet release of lust and depravity.

Jazmin sits across from Mrs. Thomms in a white racer back tank top and tight jean shorts. On her lap, an unzipped handbag. In the handbag, a voodoo doll of Mrs. Thomms. Jasmine’s hand is on it, stroking it gently, caressing it, out of sight.

“I mean vandalizing the locker room. It’s just so unlike you Jazmin. I don’t know what to say. But I’m concerned when I see a good student acting out. I guess what I want to say is... oh... mm... um... is anything wrong and can I help in some way?” Mrs. Thomms shifts in her seat with discomfort.

She didn’t see Jazmin rub her thumb hard against the crotch of the voodoo doll.

“Are you okay Mrs. Thomms?” Jazmin asks as she moves her thumb up from the dolls crotch to its chest and starts to rub.

And just like magic she can see the principals nipples getting hard beneath a bra beneath a blouse. But they can’t be contained.

“I’m fine” Mrs. Thomms says biting her lip, then suppressing the fact that she’s biting her lip by rubbing her hand over her mouth, down her neck, stopping short of sliding it into her blouse.

Jazmin can see her trying to contain herself. It’s quite amusing. “You should do it. You should be bad” Jazmin says.

“Excuse me?” The pretty principal asks.

“That’s what they said to me, about the vandalism.” Jazmin clarifies.

“You’re saying you were put up to it?”

“Uh huh” Jazmin’s thumb finds its way back to the dolls crotch.

Mrs. Thomms’ face displays genuine concern. “Well who was responsible for... oh fff...” she jolts up from her chair.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jazmin feigns genuine concern.

“I think there’s something wrong with my chair. Don’t worry about it. Now, what was I saying? Oh yes” she composed herself, best she can.

Jazmin thinks to herself, this may be the last time in her life that Mrs. Thomms will be able to compose herself.

But she does. “Now, who put you up to it?” But Jazmin doesn’t answer. Because she knows the question will come again. “C’mon. If someone else is at fault, you should speak up for yourself”

“Well...” Jazmin pretends to be shy. She’s putting on quite the show. “It’s kinda embarrassing. See, it was...”