Chapter 2

I took Holly into my office and made her sit down. Again I had a large “file” on her on my desk for her to ponder about. And I began with her just like I had the other two.

Holly was the youngest and newest member of The Bad Girls. She was also the quietest. Her biggest problem was that she so wanted to belong that she ignored what she knew was wrong just so she could fit in. I could tell pretty quickly in talking to her that she was basically a good girl just hanging around with the wrong element. Still, that was her choice and people still get in trouble just by associating with troublemakers. She skipped classes, smoked, and did all the things the other girls did, even if it wasn’t her idea to begin with. So she would be given the same options as the other two.

Holly’s youth and naive nature would work to my advantage. Once I told her what I was offering and what she would face if she didn’t accept my offer, she got scared. She didn’t want to get in any more trouble than she was already in and she knew that if she didn’t graduate so she could get a good job and help out with the family finances, she would disappoint her mother terribly. Especially when her mother learned why she hadn’t graduated. So Holly got on board the Longfellow Express right away once I convinced her that no one else needed to know about our little arrangement. A couple of years of playing slutty schoolgirl to me in exchange for a diploma and an easier life down the road was a small price to pay in her mind.

And so with Holly’s consent secured I had talked to all three girls separately. It was time to bring them all in and finalize things. I kept Holly with me in the office and brought Kim in from the waiting room.

“Now sit down Kim but do not talk. I don’t want either of you to say a word until I tell you, got it?” Two nodded heads told me they understood. I got on the intercom to my vice principal. “Ms. Rayburn, please send Heather into my office.”

Presently Heather came in hesitantly and unsure of what was going to happen. “Sit down Heather and do not speak until I tell you to.” She obeyed, cautiously sitting on the edge of the imitation leather sofa in my office.

“Now then girls, I have had a nice little chat with all three of you and I have learned some very interesting facts about each of you. We discussed your past performance and what the future may hold for you. None of you knows what I said to the other two and I did that purposely – I want you to make up your own minds without coaching or direction from the others. And so with a simple yes or no answer, nothing more, Heather do you understand what we talked about?

“Yes.”

“And do you agree with it?”

She paused for a moment. “Yes.”

Then I turned to Kim and asked her. “Kim, do you understand what we talked about?”

“Yes.”

“And do you agree with it?”

Her answer was quicker in coming. “Yes.”

Finally, I turned to Holly.

“Holly, do you understand what we talked about?”

“Yes.”

“And do you agree with it?”

She answered right away. “Yes.”

“Good. I am glad to see that all three of you are using your heads for a change. Now, this arrangement is between the four of us and ONLY the four of us. If word gets out from anyone one of you, the whole deal is off for all of you understand? I won’t even bother to ask who it was that said something. So it would behoove you not to speak about this to or around anyone else outside this room.

“Now I am sure you all have questions and concerns – this is a rather unusual and unique situation. And I will be happy to answer any questions you have. But let me assure you I am no monster. I am not going to hurt you or do anything that will cause you any lasting physical or mental harm.

“In fact, I am hoping that you will find this experience quite enjoyable once you get past the initial anxiety and see just what being with me means. I think you will find sex with me much different and much more satisfying than your current boyfriends. I have the experience and knowledge of what makes a woman happy that these high school boys just haven’t got.”

Just then Holly raised her hand. “Yes Holly, what is it?”

“Um, I was just wondering ... when would this ... start?”

“Well, today is Wednesday so it’s a bit late to get started this week. I was thinking we would begin our new arrangement starting next week. I will call one of you girls in on Monday, one on Wednesday, and one on Friday of next week to give you your first “lesson”. Why don’t we start with you, Holly, on Monday. Kim, you will come see me on Wednesday. And Heather, you are my Friday girl. The following week we will rotate one position and Heather will be my Monday girl, Holly will be my Wednesday girl, and Kim my Friday girl, and so on.

“Each of you will come to the office after school so we can have some privacy. If anyone should ask why you are here you just tell them that I am helping you with your schoolwork. Tell your parents that you are staying after school on your designated day for some tutoring help. I will take each of you home after we have finished.”

I let the girls go back to their classes with notes from me so they wouldn’t be marked as tardy. The girls had the rest of the week and the weekend to think about and wonder what the next week would hold for them. I’m sure there were sleepless nights and vivid, erotic dreams for all three girls ... I know I sure had some sweet dreams!

The next week would prove to be an interesting and exciting one. I had three lovely young ladies who, because of their mischief-making and defiance, would now learn that sometimes there are consequences to their actions and that defiance brings about punishment.

I drove to the school Monday morning looking forward to this day more than most. Like with most people, Monday mornings usually brought extra work and hassles that accumulated over the weekend. But I got through the flurry of emails, phone messages, and paperwork easier this Monday because I had something to look forward to after school. Once I was caught up from the Monday morning rush, things slowed down to a pace that was more agreeable to me.

I had some paperwork to do – requisition forms to sign, the typical bureaucratic nonsense that a manager would have to do. But it made the afternoon go by and before long I heard the bell ending the school day. At last!

I knew that Holly would be arriving soon so in preparation for her I cleared off my desk of any paperwork as well as all the desk accessories I had there. I put my desk lamp up on top of the filing cabinet where it wouldn’t get broke and made sure the curtains on the windows were drawn.

It was probably twenty minutes or so after the final bell when I heard a soft knock on my door.

“Come in,” I said. I watched as the door slowly opened and a face peeked around the edge. It was Holly. “Come in, Holly.”

She slowly opened the door and came in ... cautious as a rabbit in a den of wolves.

“Please close the door and lock it. We don’t want to be interrupted,” I said. Holly’s eyes got wide and she hesitated. I don’t think she liked the idea of being locked in here with me!

“Holly, I said close and lock the door, please. Come on, we don’t have all night,” I repeated.

She closed the door and I heard it click. But when she turned the lock the click must have sounded like thunder to her because I saw her jump with a start. She drew a deep breath and turned to face me. I was still sitting behind my desk as she approached. She came up to the desk on the opposite side of me and stood there.

“I-I’m here like you wanted, Mr. Longfellow,” she said quietly.

“Indeed you are,” I said. “I am glad to see you want to hold up your end of our arrangement. That is good – your reliability will go a long way in making this easier for both of us.” As I talked I walked around the desk towards her but instead walking up to face her, I moved around behind her. She stood perfectly still although I could see her trembling from halfway across the room.

I came up behind her and put my hands on her upper arms just under her armpits. She jumped when I first touched her. “Relax, Holly, it’s all right. I am not going to make you do anything you do not want to do. I will ask you to do things, yes, but it will be your decision whether to actually do them, understand?” I said calmly and quietly in a reassuring tone.

“Y-Yes Sir,” she said, “But what will happen if I don’t?”

“Well, Holly, I am going to trust that you want to cooperate. I am willing to help you, but you have to meet me halfway. It wouldn’t be right to just write you out a diploma right here and now when other kids have worked hard and put in the effort to get one. I think I am being very generous in giving you another chance. Don’t you think you should give back something in return?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now, why don’t you start by getting more comfortable? Take off your top,” I said. Holly was wearing a very soft red sweater-like top with white trim. The top was cut high enough that there about four inches of her skin showing between her top and the skirt she wore. With shaky hands, she began unbuttoning the front of her top. When she reached the last button, I reached around her and took her hands in mine. Together we pulled her top open and I slipped it down off her shoulders. I took the top and folded it in half placing it carefully on the sofa.

“Good. Now let get you out of that skirt as well, shall we?” I said. Holly’s skirt was white with a red stripe close to the bottom. It was somewhere between a mini-skirt and a knee-length skirt, high enough that you could see her legs between the hem of the skirt and the tops of her over-the-knee white stockings. It was a very sexy little outfit but just tame enough that she wouldn’t get arrested for indecent exposure!

She reached behind her and unclipped the fastener holding the skirt around her waist and once undone, she let the skirt fall to the floor around her ankles. She stepped out of it squatting down ladylike to pick it up. I took the garment from her and put it with her top just as carefully. I turned and Holly had turned around to look at me now. She looked stunning in her red bra and panties, white stockings, and red high-heel pumps.

“You look very pretty, Holly. I can see why the boys here at school act so silly around you.” I said.

“Thank you, Mr. Longfellow.”

“Holly, you can call me James when we are alone together like this. During school and around other teachers and students, I’m Mr. Longfellow, but when we are alone I’m James, all right?”

She smiled a little. “All right ... James.”

I took a couple of steps towards her and took the young girl in my arms. With her five-foot-three-inch height and her five-inch heels, she was close enough to my own six-foot height to make kissing her easy and I didn’t feel like I was kissing a teen-aged girl.

Tentatively at first, Holly quickly warmed up to my kiss, melting in my arms and softly moaning as she felt my tongue push past her lips and find her tongue. She had been kissed by boys in the past but just as I had said, she was with a man now and I knew a few things about kissing a woman! Her arms, which had at first hung limply at her sides, now raised up to wrap around my neck as she pulled me deeper into the kiss.

My hands, by contrast, moved slowly up her sides to her ribcage and ultimately forward to her tits. Holly may have been a young eighteen years old, but she had a body that wouldn’t quit! I especially admired her tits – a full 32C!