Chapter 9

The sun was setting over Robert Hughes’ sprawling property, casting a golden glow on the group gathered around the meeting table. “So, what do we have?” Robert asked, his piercing eyes scanning each member of his team.

Vicky stood up and adjusted her glasses, clearing her throat before beginning her presentation. “John Page’s company went public ten years ago. Since then, it has been listed on the stock exchange and to date approximately 56% of its stock belongs to a series of shareholders.” She clicked a button on her remote control and a graph appeared on the screen behind her. “As we know, he holds voting proxies for approximately 25% of that, meaning he actually controls 58% of stock.”

Mrs. Duran leaned forward in her seat, her sleek black hair falling over her shoulder as she spoke. “Do we know who those shareholders are?”

Vicky placed a printout on the table. “Here’s an updated list of shareholders. They range from hedge funds to housewives.”

“How many of those shares can we buy?” Robert asked, his expression intense.

“We can buy all of them, theoretically,” Mrs. Duran replied with confidence.

“Theoretically?” Peter chimed in, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Well, we have the money to buy out the smaller shareholders who hold 25% of the stock. Those are the ones John Page has voting proxies for. However, the other three major shareholders, who hold the remaining 31%, may present a problem.” Mrs. Duran glanced at Vicky for confirmation before continuing. “Especially when we know that Michael Hughes accounts for almost half of the company’s revenue.”

Peter nodded slowly, understanding the implications. “They wouldn’t want to vote against John Page, knowing that Michael Hughes could potentially cripple the company if he withdraws his support.”

“And if we buy those and the company goes under, we will have lost millions just to send Michael a message,” Peter said.

“We may have another solution,” Vicky interjected, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. “My sources tell me that these major shareholders would welcome a change in management. If we can convince them to vote Page out and appoint a new chairman from their own ranks, not from us, they may be open to it.”

“And if the new chairman belongs to one of those companies, Michael would have no excuse to stop purchasing,” Peter said. “I like it. I will contact those shareholders myself, to convince them to vote with us. Meanwhile you, and I mean all of you, will call each one of those small shareholders and buy their shares. Offer them the market price or even 10 percent more.”

The rest of them nodded and started to work.

It took time, but after two days, they had the voting rights for 55% of the stock. One of the major shareholders called for an extraordinary shareholders meeting for Monday, the same day John Page expected Peter’s answer.

Our goal is to provide our students with a comprehensive and diverse education. However, we understand that there may be instances where certain aspects of our curriculum may conflict with a student’s personal beliefs, societal norms, or other factors. In these situations, our teachers will adjust their teachings to accommodate the individual needs of the student. Above all, our teachers are mindful of the well-being and growth of their students, making it their top priority at all times.

St. Mary’s Teacher Aid, Chapter 7, page 85.

Being fully healed meant that Peter had to return to his previous routine of spending the night at the assigned student’s room. However, tonight it was another induction.

Peter entered the room of Calista Angelopoulos, a new student. Calista came from a wealthy Greek family and her parents had strict expectations for her.

According to her dossier, Calista was expected to remain a virgin until marriage. Therefore, the instructions for her education were strict: She would be taught how to satisfy her sexual desires without breaking this rule.

As Peter waited for Calista to finish her shower, he reflected on how different this encounter would be compared to his usual ones. He was used to teaching young women about pleasure and helping them explore their sexuality, but with Calista, it would be more about satisfying her desires without breaking her parents’ expectations.

When Calista returned to the room, wrapped only in a towel, Peter couldn’t help but notice how stunning she was. She had long dark hair and eyes that sparkled with intelligence. There was also an air of innocence about her that intrigued Peter.

“Hello, Miss Angelopoulus,” he greeted her with a warm smile.

“Hello Mr. Robinson,” Calista replied with a shy smile of her own. “Are you aware of the rules?”

Peter gestured towards the bed. “Yes, Miss Angelopoulus.”

She sighed, relieved. “Call me Calista, please.” She slowly made her way towards the bed.

“Would you remove your towel?” Peter said.

“Oh, yes, of course!” she said. Peter detected a bit of hesitation. “Are you sure that this is what you want?” he asked, remembering his experience with Melissa.

“Oh, yes, Mr. Robinson!” she assured him. “It’s only that...” Peter didn’t say anything, just waited for her to continue.

“It’s only that I hate that stupid rule!” she confessed. “How am I supposed to enjoy sex if I cannot use my pussy?” she asked him.

Peter smiled. It was clear that this girl had lived a very sheltered life. He sat on the bed and patted a spot next to him. She sat with him.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked.

Calista sighed. “My parents expect me to remain a virgin until marriage, but at the same time I’m expected to be a sex goddess for my would-be husband.”

“Do you have a fiancé already?” he asked.

“You may say so,” she asked. “Don’t misunderstand me, please. He’s a great guy and I’m sure I will be happy with him. The thing is, his family is as conservative as mine, so they will agree to the wedding only if I’m a virgin.”

Peter nodded understandingly. “I understand that your family has those expectations for you, but that doesn’t mean you can’t explore your own desires.”

“But how can I do that and remain a virgin?”

“Weren’t you told about anal and oral?” Peter asked.

“Yes, I was,” she answered. “But I can’t imagine having something in my butt.”

Peter smiled. “I understand it can be a bit weird at first,” he explained. “But that’s why you’re in this school, right?”

“I suppose so,” she said, still insecure.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want,” Peter said. “But if you give me a chance, I can show you those pleasures.”

Calista thought about it for a moment and then nodded.

A warm smile spread across Peter’s face as he spoke. “I can offer you a massage, if you’d like to relax,” he said gently. Calista nodded, her hesitation evident in the slight tremble of her hands.

“Excellent,” he replied, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. “And may I have the honor of removing your towel?” Without hesitation, Calista let go of the towel and it fell to the ground, revealing her bare breasts to Peter’s gaze. The soft curves and pale skin of her body glowed in the dim light, inviting and vulnerable all at once.

“You’re beautiful!” Peter exclaimed. “Would you lay down on the bed?” he instructed her.

She complied, and he began massaging her body with oil from a bottle conveniently set on her bedside table.

Calista’s smooth skin glistened from the oil, appearing almost like a pearl in the dim light of the room. Every inch of her body seemed to glow, her curves and contours accentuated by the oily sheen.

Peter’s hands worked their way down Calista’s body, starting at her neck and shoulders and slowly moving lower. He could feel the tension in her muscles.

“Relax, Calista,” he whispered, his hands kneading into her back. “This is about your pleasure, not just fulfilling expectations.”

Calista let out a small sigh as Peter’s skilled hands continued to work their magic. She had never experienced anything like this before – being touched with such care and attention. It was a new sensation for her, and she found herself beginning to relax under his touch.

As Peter moved down to massage her legs, his fingers gently brushed against the inner parts of her thighs. He noticed a slight tensing in Calista’s body, but she made no move to stop him.

Her heart raced as Peter’s body pressed against hers, his hands still massaging her legs. She had never been so close to a man before, let alone kissed one. But as his lips moved against hers and his hands traveled up her body, she found herself losing all reservations.

Peter could feel the tension in Calista’s body dissipate as their kiss deepened. He couldn’t help but marvel at how quickly she was letting go of her inhibitions.

As they broke the kiss, Calista looked up at him with a newfound sense of confidence. “I want to experience everything,” she said breathlessly.

Peter smiled and ran his fingers through her hair, admiring the way it fell in soft waves around her face. “Then let me show you,” he replied, trailing kisses down her neck and collarbone.