Ariel had a reputation around high school. Actually, more than one reputation. Outwardly, she was the girl next door. Prim, proper, always respectful. The perfect young woman. Tall, leggy, curvy with long auburn tresses that she often wore up in a loose bun and dark brown eyes that would melt your soul and whet your desire. An ideal specimen of femininity in a post-feminine world.
Academically, the breadth of her knowledge and her exceptionally keen ability to see, understand, and solve the most complex problems far exceeded that of her peers. More than one of her teachers quipped, "Ariel should be teaching this class." The subject didn't matter – whether in the sciences or the arts. She was the girl who, when her peers were hitting the books and cramming the night and into the wee hours of the morning before a major test, only to earn a passing, but mediocre, grade, Ariel would show up without given the test a passing thought. While everyone else was struggling to finish the test in the allotted time, Ariel had finished the test substantially earlier than everyone else and pass with her usual "A." While academic genius might be too strong of a description, it was apparent that she excelled, and her peers had given her the sobriquet of The Brain.
However, as is well known, outward appearances are often be deceiving. Often the real person lurks beneath the thin veneer or behind the façade she wears in public. The girl said destined to be the next Stephen Hawking (Mathematics and Physics were her best subjects) had succumbed to the dark side. In short, Ariel had an addiction to the carnal pleasures. She had become --- a slut, another appellation she had acquired.
Ariel was a borderline nymphomaniac and candidate for Sexaholics Anonymous. She had been seduced by her hormones soon after puberty. Supposedly had bedded every guy – and, surprisingly (or, perhaps taking her voracious sexual appetite into due consideration, should I say unsurprisingly?), a large number of the girls as well - she had ever met. (True, I'm sure that is an exaggeration, but there were probably few boys or girls in high school who had not tasted her sweet nectar at least once.) Although only seventeen, it was reputed her sexual repertoire far exceeded that of the most ardent porn star. In short, there was nothing sexual that Ariel hadn't done or thought about doing. She was definitely a risk-taker.
Rumors abounded about her artful skill in both fellatio and cunnilingus – apparently, she had absolutely no preference bowing down before either Adonis or Aphrodite, or both at the same time if the opportunity presented itself. Reportedly, her agility and ability to contort her body into positions unthinkable, much less obtainable by the average human being, made her the female Daniel Browning Smith, an unparalleled sexual acrobat. If Cirque du Soleil were more risqué, Ariel would be a prime attraction in their sexual escapades show.
Her sexual endurance was such to make Catherine's Ndereba's marathon exploits pale in comparison. She took great pride in being able to outlast her lovers and was known to engage in non-stop sexual debauchery not for only hours at a time but for entire mornings, afternoons, and nights. When one lover remarked after an extended sexual bout that had left him quite sore and completely exhausted, "too much sex isn't always good a thing Ariel," she replied, "That's a laugh, everyone knows it [sex] builds up body tone," borrowing a quote from Bibi Dalh in the James's Bond classic, For Your Eyes Only.
And it wasn't only other students that Ariel had shared herself with either.
Once, in her junior year, Ariel had unexpectedly walked into the main office. Surprisingly, the office was empty. Muffed moans and squeals emanated behind the door of Principal Schlong's office. (No joke, that was his family name, and it meant, of course, that his students teased him unmercifully behind his back.) On the floor, she noticed a pink lace thong. Picking up the insubstantial undergarment, the wetness of the crotch and its alluring bouquet meant she couldn't stop herself from holding it up to her nose and inhaling deeply. As she basked in the intoxicating aroma, Ariel fell into a daze and slid her hand up under her all too short micro skirt to rub against her own, now needy, womanhood. Suddenly, she was awakened from her stupor when the door of the principal's office suddenly opened and he, and the administrative assistant, Ms. Hooker, exited, adjusting their clothing. Not the least bit embarrassed, Ariel gave a wry smile at their sudden appearance.
Stunned, the principal, Mr. Schlong, tried to get a handle on the situation.
"Young lady, what do you think you're doing?" he asked emphatically and with a hint of repressed anger. "And what in the hell do you think is so damn funny?"
Mr. Schlong should have known better than to match wits with a girl who’s IQ probably doubled his. Cleverly, Ariel deflected his first question by answering the second.
Holding up the soiled panties, Ariel responded, "I thought Ms. Hooker might want these back. I noticed them on the floor when I entered."
"Yes, I would," Ms. Hooker replied with an aggressive tone of voice, roughly grabbing the thong from Ariel's tight grasp and ripping the flimsy material in the process.
That, of course, was not the end of the story. Supposedly, Mr. Schlong, trying to prevent a scandal that he knew sure was bound to erupt if it got out, called Ariel into his office to discuss what she had seen and heard. Directing her to one of the two chairs facing his desk, he moved to his own chair behind his desk. Taking a deep breath in a vain attempt to calm himself, he settled his massive 6-foot 10-inch black in his chair and leaned back. For a brief moment, he hesitated before addressing the obviously recalcitrant student sitting opposite him.
"I think you can see Ariel why neither Ms. Hooker nor I would want this to get out," he began. "Both of us are married, and we rather not be the subject to sexual innuendoes, either in the school or in the community at large. We have reputations to protect. I… we… need for you to keep what you saw to yourself. Do we understand each other?"
"I understand that you've been naughty… adulterous might be a more apt description, I think. I understand that you are trying to use your power and authority to blackmail me. However, I too have needs that need to be sated."
"I've heard about your reputation Ariel, but I've never been able to bring myself to believe it. You've been such a model student so far. Your academic achievements…"
Before he could finish his statement, Ariel cut him off. "Believe it, Mr. Schlong. I won't lie, I love sex," she said which a twinkle of her eye. "Especially with the right man."
"I see," responded her principal, shifting in his high-back leather office chair and obviously uneasy over the direction of the discussion was going.
"I'll do anything you want. Anything at all…" her voice trailing off as dainty fingers traced across her lips before sucking on them invitingly. "What I'd really like is to be blackmaled by you, Mr. Schlong."
Needless to say, Mr. Schlong's schlong reacted to Ariel's brazen invitation. However, he couldn't believe what this young vixen was suggesting.
Swallowing hard in disbelief, "I see Ariel. Anything you say?"
"Anything you want, Mr. Schlong," she said with a devious smile and alluring, fuck me now, eyes.
"Ms. Hooker, hold all my calls. Also, no visitors. I don't want to be disturbed for any reason. Also, let Ariel's teachers know that she won't be attending her classes this morning. They'll be excused absences."
