Chapter 4

Mrs. Duran’s face turned red with fury as she paced back and forth in her office. Not only two of her staff-one of them her niece- had been attacked in the middle of the day, but the attacker had also shouted slanderous remarks about their school.

She called a certain phone number and, and after a tense conversation, Mark Dickinson’s fate was sealed. He would not be facing an anonymous grave in the countryside, but rather a new life in Spain as an English teacher for adults in the city of Malaga. It may have seemed like a cushy job on the surface, but Mrs. Duran knew that Spain was not kind to sex offenders. One wrong move and he could find himself locked up in a Spanish prison, far from the comforts of home. But if he played his cards right and stayed out of trouble, he could enjoy Malaga’s beautiful beaches and female tourists for many years. Of course, he would be reminded constantly that any attempt of breaking his NDA would land him behind bars, guilty or not. Mrs. Duran made sure to emphasize this point before hanging up the phone with a satisfied smile on her face. Justice had been served and she felt a sense of relief knowing that the school was safe once again.

A couple of days after the incident, Peter was in his office when his door rattled as a hand knocked on it.

“Come in,” he called out, straightening his tie and sitting up in his chair.

Angela peeked her head into the room, a hesitant smile on her face. “Hi,” she said softly.

“Hello,” Peter replied. “Please, sit down.” He gestured at the chair, keeping the desk between them.

She sat down carefully, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. “Mrs. Duran just told me that Mark is being transferred to Spain. He got a new job and as long as he stays out of trouble, he’ll have a good life there.”

“That’s good news,” Peter said, trying to sound neutral.

Angela let out a sigh. “Can we talk?”

“Of course,” he said, forcing a smile.

She sighed. “Look, I know we may seem intimidating at times but we’re not monsters. This school means a lot to us and we’ll do whatever it takes to protect it. But we will never resort to violence. That goes against everything we believe in.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Peter asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“I’m not blind,” she said. “I saw how tense you got when I mentioned Mark’s fate. You think you are in danger, or that something will happen to you if you ever want to leave. We are not the mob, the mafia, the yakuza or something like that!” she spoke with conviction.

What do you mean?

“The girls talk. These last two days you have lost some of the edge, the spark, in your classroom. Right now you’re just going through the motions. Your heart is not in it.”

Peter tried to deny it with his head, but Angela was adamant.

“Please, Peter, that’s not enough. You must believe in what we do here.”

“And if I don’t?” Peter challenged her.

“Then you will be reassigned to another school and never return to St. Mary’s,” Angela said firmly.

“That’s not what your aunt told me,” Peter countered.

“Let me guess, she gave you the whole ‘powerful friends’ speech?”

Peter was taken aback. “Yes, she did.”

“That speech comes directly from the ’St. Mary’s Principal’s Aid’,” she laughed.

“Is there a ’St. Mary’s Principal’s Aid’?” he asked, surprised.

“Of course there is,” Angela confirmed. “And if you ever become the principal, you’ll be reading it too.”

She looked at him earnestly. “Please, just give the school a chance. That’s all I ask.”

Peter smiled. “That I can do.”

Angela stood up and went to the other side of the desk, leaned and kissed him on his lips.

“Thank you,” she said.

He looked at her leaving, his pants suddenly tighter.

“In order to maintain appropriate conduct between teachers and students and a professional and respectful environment, all forms of sexual behavior, ranging from simple displays to full intercourse, must only take place in designated areas. These include classrooms during class hours, teacher’s offices during tutoring sessions, and the student’s bedroom. It is strictly prohibited for any teacher to initiate or request any sexual activity outside of these approved times and places. However, students may approach a teacher for physical relief if desired, with the understanding that the teacher will choose an appropriate time and setting for such requests. It is of utmost importance that all boundaries are respected and adhered to at all times to ensure a safe and comfortable learning environment for both teachers and students alike.”

St. Mary’s Teacher Aid, Chapter 5, page 66.

——————————— Peter was trying to concentrate on the dossier in front of him, but his mind kept drifting back to Angela. Here he was, having a sex life as no other, and still his thoughts returned to Miss Dickinson’s lips. His erection didn’t go down, and he was about to try a cold shower when somebody knocked on his door.

He accommodated his pants and said “Come in.”

He quickly adjusted himself and called out, “Come in.”

Minnie Olsen timidly entered the room, her eyes downcast. She was the student that had invited Peter to the cooking contest, but now she seemed a bit awkward.

“Hi, Mr. Robinson,” she spoke softly.

“What can I do for you, Minnie?”

“You see, Mr. Robinson, I’m feeling very stressed,” she explained. “I was wondering if you would be so kind as to give me some relief.”

Peter nodded sympathetically. He knew that Minnie had not only the regular school workload but she was always organizing extracurricular things, like the cooking contest. “What kind of relief were you thinking about?”

Minnie blushed. “I have some kind of oral fixation,” she explained. “At home I was always sucking lollipops or popsicles to de-stress. Here, I can’t do it as much as I want.”

Peter understood. The school frowned upon all kinds of sugary treats and junk food.

“So...” he already had an idea of what she wanted.

“So, I was wondering if you would allow me to ... suck on your lollipop?”

He stood up and went to the sofa. “Are you sure you’re not just trying to buy my vote for the contest?” he asked, playfully.

“Of course not!” she stopped, serious for once. “If I win, it will be a clean victory. I don’t need any shortcuts!” For a moment Peter thought he had messed up, but then her frisky demeanor returned, kissed him on the lips and pushed him to sit.

“I’m sure I’ll de-stress alright!”

She knelt between his legs, her knees sinking into the plush carpet beneath them. “I doubt I’ll be gaining any calories from this lollipop,” she muttered playfully, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Peter’s breath hitched as she took him into her mouth, her tongue dancing skillfully along his length. He tried to speak, but she silenced him with a finger pressed gently against his lips.

“Please, Mr. Robinson,” she whispered, her voice dripping with desire. “Let me enjoy this.” Peter could only nod, his body trembling with anticipation and pleasure. Minnie was an expert at this act of indulgence, and he was already heated from their previous conversation. Her movements were confident and sure, bringing him closer and closer to the edge until he finally released his load into her waiting mouth.

But instead of standing up, she remained on her knees, savoring the feel of his softening member in her mouth. She kissed the tip tenderly before rising to sit next to her teacher, a satisfied smile on her lips.

“You know, Mr. Robinson, I’m glad I listened to Mrs. Dickinson”

“What do you mean?”

“She saw me in the corridor with a cherry lollipop earlier and she suggested that sucking on your penis might be even better and less caloric.” Somehow the word “penis” in her mouth was a lot sexier than cock, dick or any other synonym for the male organ.

Peter couldn’t help but smile.

Melissa Page. Age: 18. Orphan, lives with her aunt and uncle. Lost her parents to an accident when she was 12. Since then, she has lived a sheltered life. No boyfriends, still a virgin. Likes poetry, drawing and plays classic guitar. Then came a very thorough psychological profile. There was also a short abstract by Angela, summarizing her opinion regarding the best way to induct her in order to maximize her experience.

“Melissa is a charming young lady, who should be approached with a delicate touch. You should wake up her curiosity and gently guide her to you...” Robert read.

It never failed to amaze Robert the thoroughness and care they placed on each girl’s dossier. Some people might think the school was only a factory of sex kittens for rich men, but the dossier showed that the well-being of the girls was also paramount. He read the dossier from one end to the other, and prepared a plan to make Miss Page’s induction a memorable one.

Minnie leaned in eagerly, her blue eyes sparkling as she asked, “So, what do you think, Mr. Robinson?”

Peter’s lips curled into a smile as he replied, “It’s delicious, Miss Olsen.” He savored the buttery taste of the scallop au vin as he chewed. It would be a tough decision to choose which dish deserved his vote. Of course, the school had wisely decided to keep the voting process secret to avoid any jealousy or hurt feelings among the students.

A mischievous glint appeared in Minnie’s eye as she whispered in a low voice, “You can have my scallop anytime you want.” The muffled giggles of the other girls let Peter know that her voice hadn’t been low enough. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t help but blush at her flirtatious words.

After tasting all the dishes, Peter returned to the table where three teachers, the school counselor, and Mrs. Duran were seated. Angela greeted him with a warm smile.

“Did you have trouble deciding your vote?” she asked playfully.

He nodded in agreement, still savoring the lingering flavors on his tongue. “Yes, each student truly excelled in their cooking lessons,” he admitted with a grin. Mrs. Crandall, the chef de cuisine and teacher at their school, beamed with pride upon hearing his praise.

Finally, it was time for the votes to be counted and announced. With bated breath, everyone waited for Mrs. Duran to make the announcement.

“And the winner of our cooking competition is ... Miss Minnie Olsen for her mouth-watering scallop au vin!” Mrs. Duran declared with a smile. Cheers and applause erupted from all around as Minnie blushed and accepted her well-deserved victory.