Chapter 2
"Could we get some air in this room," Mr. Warren, the school principal suddenly said to Miss St. James, the typical stereotype of the old maid school marm, frustrated, uptight and probably very horny under the long flannel grey skirt.
"Well, I guess this subject is a little uncomfortable for all of us to deal with it," she said as she got out of her seat and headed toward the window to let in a cool autumn breeze.
The room filled with air immediately and everyone in the room took a deep sigh.
"Yes there has been a lot of tension filling up here," Mr. Warren said as he now took his eyes away from Marcy Lee and glanced over to the two boyish looking girls sitting close beside each other.
Mr. Warren noticed how boyish, how masculine Joanie and Ellen looked next to Marcy Lee who reminded him of a little delicate flower. He had always had a special feeling for her. Marcy Lee was special. She was an excellent student, with excellent character and Mr. Warren was finding it very hard to believe the charges that Miss St. James was now placing against her.
"I'm very sorry, but I find it very hard to believe that Marcy Lee is a lesbian."
"Well," Miss St. James said indignantly. "I am not one to tell a lie, I saw it with my own eyes."
"Now tell me. What exactly did you see. I want to hear every detail, so don't leave out anything."
"Well, I was sitting in my office, getting my notes together for my next class when Trudy Miller, from the freshman class came storming into my office."
"And let me hear what Trudy Miller had to say," Mr. Warren said, in an indulgent tone. He was quite willing now to hear Miss St. James out. He knew that something unusual and bizarre did take place in the girl's toilet just an hour ago. But he had already made up his mind that Marcy Lee was pretty much an innocent. In fact he was willing to bet his life on that. And if not his life, something else of great value.
Unusual things never happened at Clarkson high. Well, there had been a few extra-marital affairs. For a while there had been some hot numbers at the school. It was as though the senior class got them in spurts. For several years you could go without even seeing a pretty face among the bunch and then all of a sudden there would be a group of nymphs all in the same class. And it seemed that the cuter they were, the hornier they were. It was as though looks and sexuality went together, he thought as he heard Miss St. James ramble on about how she had found the three girls nearly naked together in the John.
Naked in the bathroom!
Again Mr. Warren returned to his own private thoughts. He had been suddenly reminded of a fabulous affair he had had only three years ago with a young woman similar to Marcy Lee. He suddenly had a change of thought. He suddenly realized that there was no reason, even with her lovely innocent looks, that she might not have gotten involved, just out of curiosity, with Joan and Ellen.
"And there is definite evidence that we have that they were all smoking."
"Please, please. We know very well that the girls at Clarkson high all smoke cigarettes."
He suddenly took his silver cigarette case into his hand and fingered it for a moment. He was trying to cut down after a visit to his doctor. But the thought of a cigarette was now compelling. He took one out and quickly lit it with his gold lighter.
"It wasn't a cigarette they were smoking."
"Well, why are you contradicting yourself. I just heard you say a second ago that they were all smoking in the John."
"I'm afraid that I'm really not getting through to you."
"Will you shut that window. Now it's getting cold in here."
He was feeling annoyed and uptight. He couldn't stand Miss St. James and he was only wishing that she'd get out of there. He didn't like her discussion of the possibilities of the three girls being involved, sexually.
"So what if they were," he said to himself. He .thought people had a right to express themselves in what ever way they saw fit. Sex was a private matter and he did not feel that it was at all appropriate for them to be discussing it.
But at the same time h e knew that he represented an authority figure in the school, and he did have a School Board which he had to answer to. And Miss St. James was not one to get started with. She could blow anything out of proportion. There was no doubt about that.
So, he figure if there had to be a scapegoat that he might be better off having it be the girls. They certainly did not have their jobs at stake. He would work around the situation. He would do what he could to help them in ways that were not obvious to Miss St. James.
But for now, he knew he had to play the game. He knew that the best thing to do would be not to rub her the wrong way. He had to appear to be the image of higher morality. After all, if he was not careful she could uncover some pretty heavy stories on him. And there were some pretty heavy stories which he had to hide.
"Now you said as I remember, that you caught the girls smoking in the bathroom."
"No. You don't seem to be following me at all. I wish you would listen to me more carefully."
She was so nervous. She was so irritable and so extremely unattractive. He thought that what she probably needed was a good fuck. But who in the world would ever want to take the chance of having his cock castrated.
All these things he thought to himself as she ramble on and on about how he was not listening to her carefully enough.
The principal's eyes roamed the room and settled on the lovely gams of Marcy Lee.
Her skin was well tanned from her summer vacation. He marveled at her deep olive skin. How soft her skin must b e to touch he thought now to himself.
There was no doubt about it that he lusted terribly for her in his mind. He imagined her naked. It was a fabulous fantasy. And he felt so wonderfully naughty. Here as the old fart school marm was rambling on and on, getting her jollies by reprimanding the three pretty girls, he got to imagine what Marcy Lee looked like naked.
His eyes traced the full line of her breasts. They were not quite as huge as Joanie's. But he thought that they had a lovely shape. It seemed quite obvious that her nipples were large in size as he was able to see the way they were sticking out, perhaps from nervousness, from underneath her tight cotton T-Shirt.
"It was pot that they were smoking. Not cigarettes," Miss St. James insisted."
And Mr. Warren could have cared less. He had been smoking grass for years and loved it. He thought it a far better choice to alcohol and he turned on as frequently as he could.
But now he knew that he had to really present a good cover. If he didn't sound shocked, then she might suspect that he was himself a user of the drug. He had to be convincing that he never used the drug.
"Why I can't believe it," he cried. Then suddenly he sat back. He wondered if he overacted. He was starting to feel paranoid.
Calm down, he told himself. He could not understand why in the world he was allowing this old bitch to have so much power over him, "Yes. That is correct. And what is more we have evidence."
"Let's see the evidence. After all, this is a very serious charge and I can't let this go by so easily."
The three girls began to shudder.
Marcy Lee's eyes filled with tears. They formed like tiny dew drops in the corners of her eyes and then rushed down like a stream across her clear olive skin.
"Ohhhh," she sobbed, now holding her head in her hands.
"You should have thought about how terrible you'd feel when you first committed the crime," Miss St. James said to her.
The word, crime, started to ring over and over in her mind. She could not even remember doing anything of the kind.
"I don't remember ever smoking pot," she suddenly blurted out.
Miss St. James grew furious.
Her face turned beet red. Suddenly, she got up from her chair and walked right up to the young girl.
"Are you trying to tell me that I'm a liar, young lady?"
"I swear to God, I never smoked in my life."
"All right," Miss St. James said, trying to hold back her fury. "If you're going to be like that, then I guess I'll reveal all the other details. At least the drug gave some explanation for why you were sitting in the John with your pants pulled down."
"Now wait a minute Miss St. James," Mr. Warren suddenly broke in.
"Now what?" she said looking across his large mahogany desk.
"Doesn't everyone take down their panties to go to the bathroom?"
She suddenly stopped dead in her tracks.
The three girls smiled. For the first time that afternoon they had the feeling that Mr. Warren was on their side.
Miss St. James immediately detected this and became a little more uptight.
"I'd like to speak privately with you please, Mr. Warren. That is if you don't mind."
He looked to the girls and smiled at them in a tender fatherly way.
"Would you three little ladies mind very much going into the other room for a few minutes?"
The three nodded their heads obligingly and walked quickly into the other room.
Miss St. James drew her chair closer and spoke in a hushed tone so that the girls could not possibly hear what she was saying, even if they had their ears pressed to the door.
"You know I have the goods on the three little nymphs, don't you?"
Miss St. James was not going to take her chances. She wanted to be sure that she would be able to work things exactly the way she wanted them.
"Let me ask you something, Miss St. James."
"Please. Go right ahead."
"What are you looking for."
"I'm afraid I don't follow you."
"You know exactly what I mean. I just want to know what you want from these three girls."
She squirmed in her chair.
He saw her reaction. Mr. Warren felt as though he was back in control again.
At forty-five years old, with many degrees and honors to his name, he did not enjoy being intimidated by this old bag.
He wanted her to confess her motives. He wanted her to be aware of the fact that she was blood thirsty and wanted revenge for a reason he could not .quite understand. He was willing to question her now, to go to what ever lengths he had to go to, to find out exactly what her motives were.
"I do not believe that the school bathroom is the place for sexual activities to be going on."
"And why are you so certain that that is what was going on inside the stall? And I don't know why you are so dead set on proving it to me."
"I know that sexual activities went on."
"It is your word against theirs"
"Are you telling me that you would believe those three little sex pots before you would believe me."
"I'm just telling you that you have no proof."
"And what proof do I need."
"It's all nonsense. None of this would hold up in a court of law."
"Look let me tell you exactly what I saw. Maybe then you will believe that I have a case."
Mr. Warren was interested in the candid details. He wanted to hear all the things that Miss St. James had to tell him. But he could not feel judgmental against the girls.
"When Trudy Miller came to my office, she was shaking. The first thing she told me was that something sexual was going on in the girl's bathroom. Well, I immediately got out of my seat and ran right into the girl's bathroom. As usual the room was filled with a bunch of kids. Some were even cutting class, as usual. But I overlooked that totally and ran right over to the last stall that Trudy pointed out.
The door was partly ajar. At first I thought there might be a man inside and I did feel just a bit, nervous about opening it up. I have never seen a man naked and I didn't want to be terribly shocked. But I'm telling you, Mr. Warren, when I looked inside and saw the three naked girls lying right on top of one another with their fingers in one another's you know what...I was mortified. Definitely, terribly mortified. It was enough to make me want to faint."
"Well that is definitely interesting."
"Interesting he calls it," she said with her eyes rolling up to heaven.
"So what would you like to do about it," he asked her.
"What I would like to do?"
"Yes. What part do you feel you have to play in all this."
"I feel some one has to take responsibility. Someone has to take charge. It was a terrible thing."
Mr. Warren suddenly cut himself short. He knew that in another second that he would reveal his liberal views. He wanted to change her thinking. But then he suddenly realized that was not the issue. He was not there to change her. He had to protect himself now at all cost.
So, now he took a different position. He could hardly believe his words when he asked how she would like to discipline the three naughty girls.
"Now you're talking. Now you're making sense," she said with a sudden glint in her eye.
And suddenly Warren understood it all. It seemed more than clear to him that she had a definite perversion. He knew full well that the woman got her jollies from disciplining young girls. He had seen things like this occur before. Always in more subtle situations. She took pride in the fact that her classes were well controlled.
As far as he knew she never tortured or hit any of her students, so he really wasn't too worried now about her doing any real harm to the young women.
"You can take the whole situation into your hands," he told her.
For the first time in his life he saw a definite look of sexuality about her. It was as though someone had massaged her clit for an hour and now she was ready to come.
Warren could not get over the fact that she was practically foaming at the mouth. He decided to give her full reign. He wanted to give her the rope to hang herself. Secretly, he knew it was his own way of eventually getting the revenge he dreamt of.
"Yes, it is all in your hands. You take full charge and discipline these three girls in 'whatever way that you see fit. I am giving you a very important mission here. I feel that the future of these young women is in your hands."
She felt absolutely wonderful. Never had anyone glorified her to such an extent. Her breasts swelled with pride. Her virgin snatch was dry and tight just as Warren knew it was and she would get her revenge on the three young horny girls, who made her feel so unsexual by contrast, so ugly and old. She would whip them into shape, if it was the last thing that she did. "Now, I guess it's time for your class to begin," he said getting up from his chair with a motion to dismiss her.
Slowly she got up to the seat that she had seemed to be glued to. And several times she turned back her head to thank the principal. She felt as though she had practically won a case in the Supreme Court.
Mr. Warren returned to his chair and held his head in his hands for just a minute.
"What have I done. What in the world have I done to these women?"
He pressed a button on his intercom and asked that the girls be sent back into his office.
They marched in. One was prettier than the others. He looked at their fresh young faces as they each took a seat in front of him.
"Now I would like to hear your story," he said to them in a kind and gentle way.
He knew very well that they would never tell what actually happened. Now, whether or not the girls were sexually .involved, he did not know for sure. As he said to Miss St. James, without real proof it was all nebulous. No. He did not expect the girls to come out and confess either that they were smoking dope or playing with their pussies.
But he wanted to give them every chance to give an explanation of why they were found drugged out and naked in the stall of the girl's bathroom.
Each one looked at the other. It was true that Mr. Warren did not expect them to tell the story exactly the way it was. He almost felt sorry for them now as he saw them squirming in their chairs.