His fingers drummed harder on his dark wood desk alongside the small stack of Math exercise books. “I’m waiting, Miss Rhodes.”

“And I’m waiting for my phone back, Principal Hawkins.” She straightened in the leather studded chair opposite him. “It should have been returned after class, like usual.”

He sighed, picked up the books and slid them into his desk drawer, retrieving her device in the process and placing it face down between them, a fingertip anchoring it to the desk. “It wasn’t the usual use of a phone during class now was it, Miss Rhodes?”

Her crisp white blouse wrinkled then strained against her modest chest at the shrug, mousey blonde locks dusting her shoulders. “Teenagers have selfies on their phones. No biggie.”

“Yes. Yes they do. But when Mrs. Potts took your phone, you were showing an inappropriate image to another student. Do you not understand the consequences of such a picture?”

She swallowed. “It was me and a guy. So what?”

“Did the guy know you were snapping that selfie?”

She didn’t answer. Just brushed a thread from her knee-length tartan skirt and returned her hands to her lap. The epitome of innocence.

“Let me restate: it was a picture of you fellating an older male, with our school in the background.”

“Fellating, Sir?”

“Don’t get smart with me.”

“But Mr Hawkins—Principal Hawkins—if I’m to explain my actions, I need to understand the accusations.”

He released a long sigh. Ran a hand through his dusky hair. “You were trespassing on school property after hours and performing oral sex on an older man.”

“And how does Mrs Potts know it was an older man?”

“She said his hair was gray.”

The girl issued a slow smile, cheeks lifting, dappled with freckles. “But his head wasn’t in the photo. Just my mouth aroun—“

“His pubic hair, Miss Rhodes.”

“Oh.”

“Yes. Oh.”

She glanced around his office. The neat array of box files interspersed with trophies and framed photographs on the bookshelf. His tidy desk with its Discretion Is Everything plaque, propped alongside the mug of black coffee he lifted to his lips. His throat rippled as he took a swig and replaced the mug. No coaster, which was at odds with the neatness on display everywhere else. Just a faint ring marked where it spent most of its time.

He narrowed his eyes and steepled his fingers. “Look, you’re a bright young lady in the running for Valedictorian. Do you understand once you post something to the Internet, it lives there forever? College admissions offices can see it. So can future employers. What would they think?”

She lifted her gaze from the slogan on his mug. “What did you think when you saw it?”

His eyes flicked up and down her body before re-settling on her inquisitive expression. “That it was a rash decision by a hormone-fuelled teenager who didn’t understand the consequences.”

“Consequences? What consequences?”

“Oh come on! Are you that naïve? Do you have cloud storage on?”

“Well duh, of course.”

“Where do you think that’s stored? Thin air? And who has access to it? How many sysadmins in various countries can download and share it? Even if you delete the photo, do you think it disappears instantly from the servers? This is basic stuff.”

Shrugging, she twirled a piece of her hair around her finger. “It’s not like I was gonna post it somewhere. It was just to show Cheryl. Y'know, proof.”

“Proof?”

“Yeah. She dared me to seduce a married man.”

“A fu—“ He took a breath. “A dare?!” Managing to suck back his anger, he continued in a steadier voice. “That’s even more irresponsible. What about his wife? His family? If that photo comes out, he could lose everything.”

She smirked. “You can’t identify people from a photo of their pubes.”

He tuts. “That’s hardly the point.”

“It’s exactly the point. Look, Principal Hawkins, I’ve been the perfect student here. Don't get into trouble. I'm nice to everyone. Go to class on time. Do my homework. Study my cute little ass off.”

He quieted. “Yes, you have. Until now. So why risk everything you’ve worked for?”

She relaxed against the chair back. “Cyndi Lauper said it best: Girls just wanna have fun. Right?” And with that, she separated her tightly clenched knees, and made a production of crossing her legs.

His eyes followed every movement, especially the rise of her uniform skirt revealing toned, smooth, teenage thighs. The first beads of sweat dotted his brow.

“I understand, Miss Rhodes, but—“

“Boys bore me. They’re like dogs. They’ll hump anything. Smart girls like me, we need more.” Her voice changed from the usual high-pitched teen to a raspy young woman. “I want a challenge.” She uncrossed her legs and placed both feet slightly apart on the floor, skirt riding to reveal a fraction more thigh. “And isn't one of the school mottos that we always challenge ourselves?”

Hawkins rose just enough to shift his position and afford a better view. She watched him carefully. The edges of her Cupid’s bow lips curled as she played with the hem of her skirt, and drew it up another few inches.

His eyes followed once again, then snapped away and he reached up to loosen the tight knot in his tie that threatened to choke him.

“Miss Rhodes…” he warned.

“I have a first name… Sir.”

He cleared his throat. “Miss Rhodes—”

Her interruption was a soft whisper. “Juliette.”

They stared across the desk at one another and he remained silent.

Cinching her skirt another finger width, she breathed out. “Leon. Leeeeon.” She lifted in her seat and peeped over the desk edge at the state of his crotch. “What do we have to do to make this go away?”

He followed her eyes and knew his body betrayed his attempt at professionalism. Frustrated, he stood, turned to shed his sport coat and draped it on the back of his chair as Juliette used his inattentiveness to slip her thong down her legs. She balled the tiny piece of fabric in her hands, returning to her lap.

He seated himself again, and took a few deep breaths before speaking. “You need to be accountable for your actions.”

“My actions? There were two people in that picture.” She snickered. “Well, one and a bit.”

His cock stirred and more perspiration streaked his forehead. He reached inside the nearby tissue box, but found it empty.

“Here, use mine.” She sweetly extended her hand and he accepted what was in it, wiping his brow.

The realization that its texture was wrong came too late. He pulled the fabric away, unfolded it. Stared. First at the garment, then at her, then back at the white scrap in his palm.

Juliette giggled.

As if he'd discovered her panties were magma, he dropped them to his desk. They landed gusset up. Sticky flecks of teenage arousal peppered the cotton lining, silvery grool strings catching the afternoon sunlight from over his shoulder. He went to pick them up to return them and admonish her, but stopped short. Tracked his gaze across the desk to Juliette's thighs that were gradually parting.

“Oopsie. I appear to be a little…”

The sanctity of the office was filled by the tiny smacks of her wet pussy lips separating. Her bare snatch caught the light. There was bare and there was that.

Each degree widened the arc formed at the junction of her thighs. He recited the cosine rule under his breath in an effort to distract himself from the emergence of her perfect, sticky slit. The distraction failed and a competing angle formed in his slacks.

Juliette noticed.

“Oh dear, Leon. It seems this situation has gone from bad to worse. What should we do?”

Hawkins grit his teeth. “You can start by covering up. And putting those back on. This is highly inappropriate behavior. The door isn't even locked.”

“Then lock it.”

“That would arouse suspicion.”

She titled her head. “And a teenager showing you her pussy, with her panties on your desk doesn't?”

His fists clenched. “Fine.” Crossing the room, he rotated the latch and returned to sit at his desk. “Happy?”

“You'll know when I'm happy.”

Hawkins sighed.

“Aww what is it? You don't like my gift?” She nodded at the panties. “Don't you want to know what I smell like? Taste like?”

“Juli… Miss Rhodes.”

“Yes, Leon?”

“Perhaps we should restore some order. Put your…” he waved his hand, “wares away.”

She gave an impish grin. “After you sniff my panties. I want to know what you think.”

“No.”

“Suit yourself.” She offered a shrug, lifted one finger in the air and made a childish aeroplane noise as she gradually flew it towards landing on her silky smooth mons. Pausing to hover over her snatch, she smiled. “I should warn you, I'm quite noisy when I cum.”

The color drained from his cheeks. “Okay okayyy.”

As if they might bite, he reached out for the flimsy material. Wavered. Then snatched them up.

“Good boy. Give them a real good sniff. Maybe even a lick. Let me see your reaction.”

With deliberate slowness, eyes locked on hers, he brought the garment to his face. Exhaled. Stared. Pressed them to his nose and mouth, and breathed deep.

His cock swelled under the desk, eyes fluttering closed as her heavenly musk filtered in. She was somehow both sweet yet earthy. Maybe vanilla and something like cypress. The gusset clung to his upper lip and he darted his tongue out to sample more. She was delicious. Unfiltered. Raw. Intoxicating.

It was only her whimper that made his eyes snap open and tear the forbidden aroma from his face, staring slack-jawed as Juliette openly slid a fingertip through her sticky folds. “Ohhh, that's so hot, Sir. Watching you enjoy my juices, ohhh.”

“Juliette!” He barked and she froze. “Cover up.” He threw her panties and they landed on the back of her hand.

Rolling her eyes, she plucked her fingertip free, then made a show of sucking and fellating it before drifting her legs shut. Slithering fully upright, she returned to demure in an instant, hands in her lap as if nothing happened. She didn't put her underwear back on.

He cleared his throat. Willed his hard-on to fade. “Enough of your disruptions, we need to get back to the matter at hand.” He reached for the pen from its holder on the desk. Clicked the cap and turned to a fresh page in the jotter open on his desk. “You need to understand that as your principal, I not only want to send my students into the world equipped for life, but also as good human beings.”

She pouted with a whimper. “You don’t think I’m a good girl?”

He shook his head while thinking of a response, and she jumped in with a purr in her voice. “So I’m a bad girl?”

He started scribbling on the page, sighing.

“Well, which is it, Sir? Am I a good girl?” She fluttered her natural lashes and leaned forward, resting her pert tits on his desk so the cleavage spilled from the blouse. “Or am I a bad girl?”

He dropped his pen and massaged his forehead. “You are sometimes…” he thought for a moment, his eyes landing on her tits. “Bad… at being a good girl.”

He could easily have reached forward and pinched her nipples that had popped to full attention through the thin material. She followed his eyes and gave her shoulders a little shimmy. “I like that description, Sir.”

He adjusted his cock in his pants and scolded himself for letting her derail him again.

“Let’s start with some assumptions. The man in question had no knowledge of the photograph?” She remained silent. “Nor did he know of this dare, correct?”

“Mmhmm.”

“So you’re the instigator of both events.”

She flared and sat up, chest wobbling. “You’re not pinning this just on me! It takes two to tango. Isn't that how the phrase goes?”

“It is.”

“Then he should have known better too.”

“No doubt his conscience is torturing him. Most people know right from wrong.”

The clock’s second hand punctuated the silence. She scratched her nose with the finger that had recently been inside her. “Okay, I guess not telling him about the dare was wrong. But the BJ… it wasn’t just my fault.”

“Sure about that? Remind me who initiated the encounter.”

“Encounter?! Can you stop being so clinical? I blew him. Just say it.”

He clicked his pen a few times. “I’m the principal of the school. I don't have the luxury of free speech.”

“Of course,” she air-quoted, “Discretion is Everything. How convenient. Sweep incidents under the rug and pretend they never happened.”

“It's not like that. I'm dealing with it—you—now. But you need to work with me to find a satisfactory solution.”

“Ha! What is satisfactory? What could possibly appease the great school conscience? Community service? Expulsion? Public flogging?”

“Don't be flippant, Miss Rhodes.”

He flicked the cap of the pen on and off a few times more. “Okay, how about you take me back to what happened. Blow by bl—” He stopped himself after realizing the inadvertent double entendre.

Taking a deep breath, she sighed. “Fine. I started it. He was telling me we shouldn’t be together. Shouldn't do this. And maybe I flashed my panties. Touched myself a little to show him the effect he had on me.” Defensiveness returned to her voice. “But he liked it. I watched the outline of his cock form in his pants. He wanted me.”

“Are you sure? Penises can have a life of their own. We're not always in control."

Juliette smiled. Stood. Strutted around the desk and waited for him to turn to face her. She tossed her underwear onto his groin, traced up her thighs with fingertips and hitched her skirt until he had an uninterrupted view of her bare snatch.

“I see yours has a life of its own now. Is that all for me?”

He shuffled in his seat. Rearranged the bulge. Kept his hand in his lap. Juliette leaned down and placed her palms on the armrests. Waited for his gaze to drop to her cleavage. “I told him how much I wanted to suck his cock. And he wanted me to, or it wouldn’t have grown so… big.” She licked her lips. “No one would know, I told him. He didn’t say no. Didn't stop me tracing its outline through his clothes.”

One of her hands moved up to cup a breast. Her voice became almost a whisper. “I knelt in the parking lot, away from the security camera, and unzipped his pants. Tugged on the waistband of his underwear, and it popped out. Big and hard and tasty. Just like that.” She nodded at his straining erection. “I told him to touch it. To make it rigid for me.”

“And…?”

“He didn't. Not at first. He tried to resist. Made some feeble excuse about his reputation but it died in his throat when I wrapped my mouth around his tip. Sucked and popped it free, glimmering under the outdoor light.”

She reached in and scooped out the breast she'd been fondling. Tweaked the nipple and gasped. “I love the power, Principal Hawkins… Leon,” she breathed. “Little me with my pert boobs and tight, shaved pussy having this grip over him. This strength. It's kind of addictive.”

Freeing her other breast, she licked a fingertip and stroked the cap until it hardened fully, leaning in so close their foreheads almost touched. “But you know all about power don't you, Leon? Sitting here in your big office in command of the whole school. All the teachers like Mr Mason in his tight running shorts. Mrs Potts with her preppy outfits. All the kids. Everyone under your control. And yet here we are. In this locked room where you can't keep your face out of my tits and you're simply dying to fuck me. To take back the power and remind me how much of a man you are.”

She let go of the armrest and cupped both breasts, offering them an inch from his lips. “But you can't, can you? Because of the rules you have to uphold. The discretion you're paid to maintain. It's all show. Because when all's said and done, you're just like the other men. Weak and driven by impulse. By urges. By your dick that you want to ram inside my mouth. Split my lips and make me gag on your masculinity. Show me who’s rea—”

His hand flashing to the base of her neck and tugging her hair caused a shriek as he snarled, “I ought to put you over my knee. Back in my day, that's what we'd have done with brats like you. Teach you some manners.”

He pulled her chest to his mouth, opened and sucked a nipple. Then bit it before letting go with a flourish. Juliette gasped. Rubbed the sting. “Mmmm, yeah. That's what I want. What I need. A firm hand. A little pain to sharpen my senses. Just look what it does to me.”

Reaching between her legs, she slithered a pair of fingers back and forth and brought them out, dripping with sticky juices. She painted his mouth with them. “And you have the audacity to say I'm a bad girl when you're the one wearing my cum.” Her gaze lowered. “Look at you, touching yourself like that through your slacks. Look how hard you are. Do I smell good?”

He nodded. Moaned a little.

“Take your cock out.”

“No.”

“Now now, Leon. Don't be a spoilsport after all the effort I've gone through to bring us together.”

“Manipulative minx.”

A broad grin spread. “I like that. My cartoon character name. But what does that make you? Horatio hard?” She chuckled to herself. “Come on. Cock. Out.”

The words resistance is futile entered his mind. Admitting she’d worn away the last drop of his resolve, he unbuckled, unzipped and nursed his thick, veined shaft.

Juliette cooed in delight. “Perfect. Such a naughty boy, stroking yourself like that in your office. In front of me. Mmmm, that's it. You know how good I taste. Lick your lips and compare it to my panties.”

Hawkins ground his teeth. “I'm not playing your games.”

“Oh, but you are.”

Before he could react, she snaked a hand to the desk and grabbed her phone. Framed and snapped a photo of them both in his chair.

“What the…”

“Shhhh. Just a little souvenir. Now then.” She returned to hold both armrests and leaned in to skim his ear with her lips, whispering, “About that lick.”

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