Chapter 2

Ally felt an unexpected twinge of nervousness as she stood in the corridor of George Washington High School and knocked lightly on the door marked "Principal." Around her, hundreds of teenage students milled in the narrow hallway, gossiping, comparing homework papers and banging in and out of their metal storage lockers that were lined up along the walls. It was almost eight-thirty, time for the first class period to begin and time for her to report for her first day of her new job, as secretary to Angus Gardwell, the principal of the high school.

This was the first time she had been in a high school since she had graduated from her own, over five years ago, and it felt strange to be there now. In comparison with the young people who were now surrounding her, she felt really grown-up for the first time, no longer a part of the temporary world of books and tests, complexion problems and steady boyfriends. It was not an entirely welcome feeling and she nervously patted her long black hair and straightened her plaid mini-skirt, hoping she didn't look too much out of place among the teenagers.

"Well, hello there, Mrs. Carson," she suddenly heard a deep masculine voice booming from behind her. "I see you're right on time."

Whirling around, she crashed into the tall, brawny form of the principal who had come up behind her as she waited outside his door. "Oh, ex-excuse me, Mr. Cardwell," she sputtered in embarrassment as she quickly stepped back away from him. "I-I was just waiting for you to answer my knock."

The big, middle-aged man just laughed heartily at her confusion. His good humor was so infectious that Ally soon forgot her embarrassment and began to laugh too. "I certainly hope I haven't disappointed you on your first day," he finally said, grinning down at her. "Had I known you were going to be here so early, I certainly would have been here to let you in before you bruised those pretty little knuckles of yours on my door."

"Oh, I've only been here a minute or two," Ally started to explain, then smiled self-consciously as she realized that the principal had only been teasing her. Before she could speak further, the gray-haired man turned away for a moment to greet one of the students, a pretty, red-headed girl whose lush, well-developed body contrasted markedly with her sweet young face.

"Watch out for that boyfriend of yours, Kim," he quipped jovially, adding, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Then, as the laughing youngster turned to walk away, Ally watched him reach out and affectionately pinch one of the twin half-moons of her trim young buttocks. As she gasped in shocking disbelief, the young wife saw the teenager grin back over her shoulder and slyly wink at the principal. Ally stared after her in horrified silence as the youngster strode off to class, her full-rounded hips swinging provocatively under her skimpy suede skirt.

"Charming girl," the principal commented as he fitted a key into his door, oblivious to Ally's disapproving look. "One of our most precious students."

A moment later, he had disappeared into the dark interior of his office and, after a moment's hesitation, Ally followed him in, closing the door behind her. The darkness of the room was soon dispelled as the principal strode noisily from window to window, pulling back the heavy, dark velvet drapes to let in the brilliant morning sunlight. While he went around the room, drawing the draperies, Ally stood quietly, just inside the door, wondering uneasily about the strange scene she had witnessed out in the hallway. There must be some explanation, she reasoned to herself, but she could not remember any principal she had ever seen acting so ... so intimate with one of his students.

"For God's sake, sit down, woman," the principal's voice suddenly thundered, squelching her train of thought. "Are you going to guard the door all day." Pull up a chair and let's get acquainted before we get you to work!"

"Y-yes, sir," Ally answered feebly, momentarily stunned by the volume of his deep bass voice. She hurried to seat herself in one of the leather upholstered chairs that surrounded the huge mahogany desk at which he now sat.

"And don't 'sir' me," he commanded brusquely. "Inside this office I am Angus. Now, what do people call you?"

"Allison ... er, Ally, sir, I mean, Angus." Ally leaned back in her chair, trying to recover her composure. She felt completely overwhelmed by everything that was happening and especially by the force of the principal's personality.

"All right, Ally," he grinned. "How long have you been married to that pompous young ass?"

She started at the unexpected question. Pompous ass? "Do you mean Jeff?" she inquired timidly.

"Well, how many pompous asses do you live with?" he roared, then chortled at his own joke.

"Jeff and I have been married for almost six months," she said haughtily, beginning to take offense at his casual disparagement of her husband. "Six lovely months!"

"Humph, is that so?" he commented. "Well, if you're satisfied, who am I to say anything. Though it looks to me like you're more of a woman than that young pup could-"

"I beg your pardon, sir," Ally interrupted him, rising from her chair with indignation. "I came here to do a job, not to hear a discourse on your opinion of my husband, and I have no intention of either listening or even staying here unless ... you ... you stop...." Ally's voice faltered, then stopped as she realized the principal was not listening to what she was saying, but was taking advantage of her standing position to study her body.

She could feel as much as see his eyes running over her like hot coals, burning through the layers of clothing that covered her, until she was almost certain that he could see right down to her smooth creamy flesh. But it wasn't his lascivious glance that so confused and disturbed her as the arrogant confidence of his look, as though he were inspecting her to make sure she was up to his standards. Yet, even with all the foul and vile implications of his licentious gaze, Ally couldn't help the near-prurient sensations his sparkling blue eyes sent through her body as they undressed her so knowledgeably. She shivered under the lustful intensity of his stare, then sat back down in the chair, realizing suddenly that she was having trouble catching her breath.

"Excuse me if I said the wrong thing, Ally," the principal said with a quiet sincerity that shocked her even more than his searing gaze. "I occasionally overstep myself."

Ally stared at him, trying to figure out exactly what kind of game he was now playing with her mind. To her amazement, she could discern no trace of the lustful gaze he had shown only a minute ago. Instead, he was quietly smiling at her, talking in a calm and friendly tone as if she were a business associate or a newly-introduced acquaintance.

Had she imagined that look in his eyes, she wondered?

"Oh, that's all right," Ally replied with a tremulous smile, uncertain of exactly how to deal with this strange and disturbing man. "I'm sorry I got angry ... It might be that I'm just a little nervous...."

"Don't worry about it, my dear," he warmly assured her. "We'll get you to work and you'll be feeling at home here in absolutely no time. Your desk is right over there," he said, nodding toward the part of the room that was closest to the door."

Ally twisted around and peered over the back of her chair. There, in the corner, was a small, green metal desk and typewriter stand. On the desk was a tall, crystal vase, holding a single red rose.

"You'll be doing mostly my correspondence and file work," he continued, his tone becoming brisk and business-like. "I'm afraid my last secretary left me rather abruptly, so I'd advise you to clean out the desk first thing. No telling what she left behind. After you've finished with that, there are some letters to be typed in your top drawer." He rose from his chair, adding, "I'm leaving now, for an hour or so. I'll see you later."

As soon as she heard the door click shut behind the departing principal, Ally leaned back into the chair and breathed a sigh of relief. It was no surprise to discover that her hands were trembling and she sat quietly for a moment, trying to calm her frazzled nerves before she began work.

Just as she felt that she was again getting a grip on herself, the door banged open.

"Ally?" she heard the principal's voice reverberating through the office. "Where are you, woman?"

"Right here," she volunteered anxiously, jumping up from the chair and pivoting to face him. "I-I was just trying to, um, organize my thoughts."

"A very commendable project, my dear," he chortled, obviously taking delight in her flustered air. "I just dropped in to tell you that the door to the records room is underneath the draperies behind my desk. Just as a point of interest for when you feel you are organized enough to examine the filing system .-. ."

The sound of his amused chuckling was cut off by the slam of the door as he banged out again.

Good Lord, he's completely insane, Ally thought, smiling in spite of herself. Then, she remembered what he had said about her husband and her smile faded. No one had ever said anything like that about Jeff before. Even though she had to admit that he took himself a little too seriously at times, he was, nevertheless, a good husband. At least, he had been completely to her liking until this very weekend, she mused, her thoughts going back to the disquieting events of the two days before.

After what had happened on Saturday, when they had made love so beautifully at first and then he had taken her from the back, ruthlessly and without regard to her feelings, after that, she had decided that perhaps it was not wrong, after all. And, feeling very proud of her broad-mindedness, she had decided that the next time he wanted to do it like that, she would try, really try, to enjoy it.

But, then, she thought angrily, that very same night, when she was still aching and bruised from his cruel handling of her body, he had tried to actually force her to kiss and suck his penis. Her stomach felt queasy at the very thought of that horrible scene. By that time, she had felt justified in getting absolutely furious. Of course, he had gotten angry too and said a lot of things she was certain he didn't really mean. He had actually dared to call her a frigid wife, she remembered, after everything he had put her through that afternoon. And now, he was sulking, she thought resentfully, as though he had actually been wronged by her.

Well, she didn't care this time, Ally thought angrily, as she stamped across the principal's office to her desk. She was not going to act like a whore for her husband or anyone else and he could be silent and cold until ... until he died of loneliness. This time, she was not going to try to reason with him. He would find out that she could be just as stubborn as he!

Forcefully dropping her weight down into the swivel steno chair behind the desk, she wrath-fully jerked open the top drawer in the row of three down the side of the desk and began to sort through its contents. Besides pads, pencils, filing cards and other assorted equipment, she found much evidence that the former secretary had left in a hurry, just as the principal had said. She had left behind various articles of make-up and a half-full pack of cigarettes.

After cleaning and arranging the drawer, Ally went on to the next one. She found that it was completely empty except for a large manila envelope. Inquisitively, she withdrew it and pried open the metal clasp that held the envelope shut. Inside, she saw a thick packet of photographic prints.

Instinctively, Ally knew that the pictures were probably none of her business, but just as she was about to replace them in the drawer, the image of the principal's face, when he was so intently studying her body, came to her mind. Though she was not yet sure whether or not she liked her new boss, Ally was certain that she wanted to know more about him, to understand, if she could, what he was thinking about when he had stared at her with those insolently burning eyes. Perhaps, the pictures would give her some clue, she rationalized, as she pulled the pile of photographs from the envelope.

Her breath caught in her throat as she stared in shocked horror at the topmost picture. There, in blazing, blatant color, was a photograph of a man and a woman, doing something, in front of a camera, that was so vile and shocking that Ally flinched back in her chair at the very sight of it. The woman in the picture was sprawled on a bed, completely naked, her legs spread obscenely apart. Between them was buried the head of the naked man and, from the angle of the camera, Ally could see that his thick pink tongue was sunk deep up into the woman's widely open vaginal slit.

"Oh, my God," Ally gasped as her gaze travelled to the woman's face. To her horrified amazement, she saw that the woman actually appeared to be enjoying the degrading humiliating ministrations of the man's tongue and mouth. In the photograph, her head was thrown back, her face twisted in a lewd grimace of sexual frenzy.

"Oh god, that's sick, it's disgusting," Ally muttered, picking up the pile of photographs to replace them in the envelope. Then, for reasons she did not really understand, she stopped. Despite her revulsion at the vile act portrayed in the photograph, she felt a strange, forbidden curiosity in the pit of her stomach, tiny tendrils of unwanted sensation creeping over her loins. This was filthy smut, she told herself, but, despite the warnings of her conscience, she went on to the second photograph.

Ally was not even aware of the strangling noise that forced its way up from her lungs as she stared in perverse fascination at the next picture. There was the same girl, now crouching on the floor, between the legs of the man who sat on the edge of the bed, her wetly ovaled mouth clasped greedily around the man's rock-hard cock. The photograph was so realistic that Ally could almost see the thick white penis sinking upward into the girl's lovely, salaciously contorted face. The girl's expression was reverent, almost adoring, as she sucked at the massive rod, her red, lipstick -rimmed lips a thin rim around the broad base as both of her hands were cupped around his sperm-inflated balls.

Ally swallowed tightly and closed her eyes to the obscene tableau pictured before her. She felt as though she were petrified, in some befogged coma of rising excitement. Her loins and belly had begun to churn warmly, alive with tiny prurient tingles she had never felt before, except when she and Jeff were making love.

Though a voice in her mind was telling her over and over again to throw the pictures away, tear them up, do anything to escape from the vile, bestial reality they presented, she continued to slowly thumb through them, studying each picture carefully before she went on to the next. Some were not quite so objectionable to her, portraying actions that she and Jeff had done many times, but most filled her with a mingled feeling of loathing and excitement. Some of the photographs even frightened her a little, showing the woman being violated in inhuman ways by sometimes two and three men at the same time, but still she went on, her fright and disgust completely overpowered by the strange hypnotic fascination the pictures held.

Anyone who would do these things is sick, she kept saying to herself, and yet there was the undeniable fact that the woman in the pictures invariably looked as though she were utterly mad with ecstasy. Unthinkingly, Ally began to squirm her buttocks down against the hard leather cushion of her chair, trying instinctively to alleviate the raging fires that were burning between her thighs. One of her hands began to massage her breasts, that felt swollen and heavy under her thin yellow blouse.

Suddenly, she realized that she was on the next to the last picture. With an unexplainable feeling of regret, she went on to the last one. There for the first time, the woman was alone on the bed, and yet this photograph was no less licentious than the others. Ally's shocked gaze wandered over the photograph, absorbing the lewd spectacle of the woman trying to satisfy herself, without a man.

In a way, Ally found this picture even more scandalous than all the others. Repelled yet spellbound, she gazed glassy-eyed at the woman whose vaginal lips were spread hungrily apart, impaled by three fingers of her one hand. Her other hand was clamped tightly around one of her full, white breasts.

Without conscience decision, Ally leaned back in her desk chair and squeezed her fingers tightly around one of her own ripe, tingling mounds, while her other hand snaked down under her skirt. Slowly, her slender fingers worked their way between her thighs, pressing and rubbing against the silken fabric that covered her now in voluntarily burning vaginal slit. Then, trembling in delicious anticipation, she slipped a finger under the silken crotchband of her panties, tiny groans of excitement rising from her constricted throat....

Abruptly, an electric-like jolt shot through Ally and she nearly cried out in alarm as the loud clanging of bells filled the office with their ear-splitting racket. Outside the office, Ally could hear the clatter of footsteps and chattering young voices as the students poured from their classrooms into the corridor.

A second later, she almost laughed out loud from sheer relief. It was only the bell, signaling the end of the first class period. Guiltily, she looked down at her fingers which were wrapped so tightly around the edge of the desk that the knuckles showed bloodless white. The middle finger of her left hand was glistening wetly from the moisture it had found down between her limply open legs.

She shuddered in horror at the thought of the depraved arousal that had held her its captive only seconds before. Angrily, she gathered up the photographs that lay scattered on her desk and stuffed them back into the envelope. A moment later, the sealed packet lay in her waste basket, a dark spot on the yellowish envelope where the young school teacher's wife's vagina dampened finger had touched it.

It was almost an hour later when the principal returned, accompanied by a man who was introduced to Ally as the director of the board of education. By this time, she had finished typing the correspondence Cardwell had left in her desk and had managed, by pure force of well, to still the sexual turbulence the packet of photographs had inspired.

While waiting for the principal's return she had debated within herself as to whether or not she should mention the pictures she had found in her desk, but at last had come to the conclusion that it would be easier to stay silent about them. The mere thought of the contents of that envelope sent ripples of excitement scurrying through her body and she was afraid she would betray herself, exposing her moral weakness in front of her new employer. Besides she had mused, there was always the chance that he had left those pictures in the desk and, if that was the case, she did not want him to ever know the effect the obscene photographs had had on her body and mind.

She had even decided to avoid telling her husband, Jeff, about the pictures. If he ever discovered the effect they had had on her, he might take it as license to try to force her to do those same horrible things. She knew now that she was too susceptible to carnal impurity and therefore, she would have to try even harder to stay free of the sensual temptation that suddenly seemed to be surrounding her and trying to drag her under into a whirlpool of corruption.

Now, she watched as the principal sat down behind his desk and the other man pulled one of the leather chairs closer to the desk and seat-ed himself there. When the two men began to speak. together in low tones, she realized that they might want to have a private conversation. She rose and walked quietly over to Cardwell's desk.

"Excuse me, sir," she interrupted timidly. "I'm going to go look at the files now, if you don't need me."

The principal looked up from his conversation. "For God's sake, woman, can't you do anything on your own?" he bellowed. "Go on and examine the records. In the odd chance that you find anything interesting, be sure to let me know. Now, get out of here and don't bother me unless it's something important!"

"Yes, sir," Ally muttered, embarrassed by his outburst in front of the other man. Fuming over the principal's insulting abruptness, she strode to the back of his desk and looked under the draperies. There, as he had said, was a door. Opening it, she went inside and pulled the light cord that extended from the ceiling.

The file room was a long closet with a door at the far end that apparently led out to the corridor. After looking around her for a moment, she began to study the labels on the file drawers.

Suddenly, she heard a loud burst of guffaws that sounded like it had come from somewhere in the room in which she was standing. Her eyes searched the room for the source of the laughter, finally coming to rest on the long row of air vents that ran along the ceiling of the room. Of course, she realized with a sigh of relief, it was only the principal and his friend talking. She wondered for a brief moment if the principal was aware of how well the sound carried into the file room, then shrugged her shoulders and returned to her perusal of the many cabinet drawers.

"He did what?" Ally suddenly heard the principal shout in amused delight. She heard his voice break up into loud chuckles, before he gasped, "I don't believe it!"

"Would I lie to you, Gus?" she heard the other man crow. "I swear, I saw it right there, in broad daylight. He had that hot assed young kid bent over a desk and he was fucking her like it was the last day in the world! And during lunch hour, for Christ's sake! I had trouble believing it and I was standing right outside the door.'"

"I'll have to bring him in here for a little talk," the principal said, his voice sobering for a moment. "We can't have that sort of thing going on in the building during school hours. The stupid bastard might have been caught!"

Ally's body felt petrified as she listened to the conversation in horrified amazement. Then, she recoiled, as if struck by the renewed peals of laughter that came cascading through the vents. She couldn't believe the appalling things she had just heard. Was it a teacher, she wondered, and a student? She shuddered in loathing as she imagined some innocent young girl being seduced then raped over a desk in one of the classrooms. No, it couldn't be, she thought, shaking her head slowly in disbelief. It just couldn't be....

"Well, let's get the young bugger in here," she heard the principal abruptly exclaim in between fits of chuckling glee. "We're just going to have to tell him again that he can't keep on ripping off these girls in his classroom. Jesus, last time, he had two of those youngsters sucking him off at the same time! In the goddamned teachers' bathroom!"

Ally's eyes were wide with disgust and loathing as she heard the two men break into chortles and guffaws at this new piece of information. How could they laugh at something as vile as that? she wondered in horror. That was sick, disgusting-and they were no better for laughing at it, she decided angrily. She was not going to remain here for another moment!

She was just about to turn the doorknob of the entrance back into the office when she had second thoughts. She just could not face those two men after what she had just heard. She didn't want to be anywhere near them. Turning around, she rushed down to the door at the end of the file room. As she started to pull it open, she heard the principal begin to speak again.

"Those damn kids just out of college," he chuckled. "It takes them a few years to learn they're not teenagers anymore, but they certainly do enjoy learning...." She heard him sigh loudly, then burst into more sniggers, before she stepped out into the hallway and closed the door.

Their laughter still echoed horribly in her ears as she looked up and down the long corridor, trying to determine where she could go. And, though she tried to block out the ugly thought, something else they had said remained in the front of her mind. "Damn kids just out of college...." The words rang like the bells of doom through her tortured brain. They couldn't be talking about ... No, she told herself, trying to thrust the painful idea from her thought. He wouldn't ... couldn't do that to her. It was too unspeakable to even think about.

Looking up at the clock, she suddenly remembered that this was Jeff's free period. Thank God, she thought, she could go talk to him. She would tell him that he was right about the job, about the principal. And then she would go home and make him the best dinner she had ever cooked. And try to forget about this terrible, frightening day. Why had she ever been so stupid as to doubt that he was right, she wondered, lovingly picturing her tall, handsome husband in her mind's eye. She would never be so silly again.

Uncertain of which room was his classroom, she began to walk up the hallway, carefully reading the teachers' names that were posted over each classroom door, grateful she had a loving husband to turn to at a time like this.