Episode 163: NEXT LEVEL

Principal Carl Manley sat at his desk eyeballing Piper Cherry’s check for twenty grand and one cent. He had to chuckle over that penny, her sense of humor was one of the things that attracted him enough to hire her. Fuck that ... it was her porn star perfect body and her desire to flaunt it. With his voyeuristic tendencies next level stalker, Carl had all the power. He simply needed her to help inspire and mold many of his staff toward the expectations of Watchtower.

Over the last few years, he had hired some worthy talent but there was always room for improvement. Many teachers already employed before his tenure were older and had lengthy contracts. Those were either nearing their end or retirement was looming. While Watchtower often advised termination to those such as Spanish teacher Kevin Fowler, Carl refused and insisted that regardless of what this school became, the students did need education. Watchtower agreed overall, as long as they got results of their own. Carl slacking in that duty until Piper Cherry had even, he in hot water. Now that things were progressing Carl himself stepped it up. A born leader Carl was simply laxing due to his lovely wife. He could not afford to lose his career with medical bills mounting up. There should really be no stress, but kids were being abused if only mentally in the long run. Watchtower had the big guns to ward off publicity and bad press. Wrong, no matter how you look at it. Hell, a certain destination.

Just since employing the Counsellor his dream was coming true in the form of Mimi Alexander. The mousey sweetheart was coming out of her mouse house far more than she had been. Having no friends really Piper and Josie McKellen had drug her out of her trap and had resuscitated her. She still needed work to be in Piper’s class but there was definitely hope. After his recent talk with Squeaky, Carl discovered that her submissive desires only added to his expectations. If he only knew what she was doing on her own. Just ask the Nashville Police Department. Knowledge forthcoming!

Truth be told all he had to do was look over camera footage during lunch and he might have realized Mimi’s evolution. Of course, with the swarm of bodies blocking Piper Cherry being eaten out in the courtyard, he might have missed Mimi as well. He would grumble over it once he did know. Piper was seen speaking to the police out on the curb butt ass naked in front of a mass of students. After that, Carl had other business so didn’t immediately know of Mimi doing the same until she stepped into the school as naked as Piper was. Dream cum true! At least she was back to work having only taken a half a day to go shopping for new dresses. He was aware of quite a lot within school but not everything beyond its borders with the outside world. Musing over the fact Mimi mentioned the movie Fifty Shades of Grey he opened his laptop in favor of doing a search on it. How a voyeur could overlook such material was uncalled for. He needed to know. Spying Dakota Johnson in compromising positions he puckered. First Mimi in that position, then a visualized other.

“It’s after 2:00. I wonder how Jesse is doing interviewing that Nadine? I hope to hell she works out. I can work with Mimi here at H-D, and Nadine at home. Beast of both worlds.” He grinned to himself.

Piper’s check stashed in his wallet for safe keeping until his son Jesse could drop by and take it to the bank, he uploaded more scenes from the first movie. Bored at first until he saw Dakota Johnson being dominated much harder, he sat up straight. “She looks a bit like Josie. Even more like Mallory Unger though. Stunning either way. Sad, I see the name Dakota and feel the need to punish Josie’s daughter for her behavior. I’m probably letting young Miss McKellen get away with more than I should. Who knows what I’m missing in the blind spots where the cameras aren’t active. Hmmm? I wonder what Jesse can tell me about Dakota. When I called him to bail out the teachers he was at Piper’s with her nephew and the McKellen twins. Maybe he overheard some of her antics. I really worry for Josie, that kid is becoming her. Slowly but surely!” Faster than you might suspect Sarge!

Bondage parts in the movie drew Carl in the more he watched. As a former Drill Instructor with deep dedicated connections that always had his back, he knew very well what being superior was all about. Some of his female cadets back in the day made for interesting toys. What Carl knew about was definitely confidential if it meant they coming to his aid should it be required. Top brass overstepping their ranks had cadets under their rule. Some of those girls were into it, others not so much. It was those activities that brought Carl to the attention of Watchtower. Their tactics were much similar but with a vast network that dwarfed the base he was stationed at. While there was a certain amount of guilt in him for what he was privy too, Carl always looked the other way. His own agendas needed to be preserved. Sure, it was hell being married and loyal to his wife, but control and viewership was innocent enough. Engaging always made him feel badly. Those days were numbered though. He needed more. It was just a matter of when and in what form.

“Fuck! I need that, Nadine. I owe the good Pastor for sending her my way. Fingers crossed Margaret approves of her. If not, I may need to be deceitful and hide the girl out somewhere. Jesse did mention getting his own place. If I have to, I’ll pay his rent to keep her close. Find a house somewhere instead of some apartment. I’m pretty certain my boy will help me out.”

Recalling the day, he fisted Josie and Piper alone haunted him, yet at least he didn’t put his pecker in either of them. Temptation always present he simply found alternatives. In adopting Mimi and potentially Nadine as slaves he could mold them into what he would want if he wasn’t married. His wife with cancer made him even more determined to be faithful and not fuck others. Never knowing the future of her health, he would honor her to the bitter end. A watchful eye was sufficient until ... he tried not to think that far ahead.

Bell ringing for another classroom switch Carl decided it better to close his laptop and look busy. Settling back in his seat he observed the students walking by his opened door. Seeing cheerleaders right and left in passing, having heard of their Friday Night orgy he shook his head. “That was some show the field cameras recorded. Good thing they were well-hidden, or I don’t know if things would have been so aggressive. That Travis Herbert stuff was hilarious, even if unfortunate. I really should call Winslow Hardecker and have him forbid his son Knox from the games. Nothing but trouble! Sad thing is he has followers still within these halls torturing the poor kid. Travis ... dare I say it needs to fight back. If he were in my boot camp, I’d put him through training hell. Maybe I should ... no, those days are over.”

“Knocker! Knocker!” Carl looked up to see an unexpected redheaded visitor.

“Afternoon Miss Martin. What can I do for you?”

“Why can’t you ever call me Tawny? I’m only dating your son.” She marched on in and hopped on the edge of his desk.

“Get off!”

“Always do Big Daddy!” She flipped her tongue at him. “Jesse text me just now saying he was on his way in from the parking lot. Thought I’d grab a smooch before next class ... unless ... you want to give me a note saying I was called in to see you.”

“For Jesse, I give you ten minutes after the bell. Nothing more.” He reaches over and palms her lower back to slide her off of his desk.

“Hey! I’m telling Jesse you’re getting handsy with me.”

“Not the first time, won’t be the last.” He smirked. “You know you like it.”

“You really should do it more often. I mean I might be your daughter-in-law someday. Start while I’m young and groom me.” She giggled. Carl instantly thought of the movie, then Mimi and Nadine, then of zeroing in on Tawny from the cheerleader scissoring they engaged in last Friday after the Marquette game. Better to not let her know he knew of their antics. She probably already did but had her own secrets. His son Jesse slipped up now and again. Speaking of, why was Jesse here instead of conducting that interview. Grumbling under his breath he had a bad feeling that maybe Nadine Moss had ditched them.

“I hear you and Jesse stopped by Counsellor Cherry’s house this past weekend.”

“Yep! So much fun. I stayed the night with the McKellen twins. Pizza, movies, skinny dipping.”

“Oh, yeah? Neighbors see you?”

“Perbert didn’t need his telescope.” She laughed. “Knox Hardecker watched us from his balcony a while but after Mace and Angus punched his lights out, he shied off. Perbert was so hilarious. He got so drunk he passed out naked by the pool. His mom’s big ass boyfriend climbed over Miss Cherry’s fence and carried Travis home. Too funny! Man, that guy was built!” She flared her eyes. “Big dick swinging!”

“Did I really need to hear that?”

“Come on Big Daddy? I flirt, you flirt. No harm done. I just feel I can talk to you about anything.”

“Including kissing certain girls in my hallway?”

“Nothing escapes you. Which girl are we talking about?” She laughed. “I think I’ve made out with like ten the last two weeks. Don’t worry, I’m hooked on your son. I’m not cheating he knows I do it.”

“You know I don’t care. Just ... hell just have fun.”

“You know I will.”

Looking away from her Carl nods as his son Jesse enters his office decked out in black. “Hey Pop!” He quickly kissed Tawny but paused her, “Before you ask, mom made me leave the house. That caregiver showed up for the interview right on time, but mom insisted she interview her, not me. Told me to go away for an hour that’s why I’m here. I’ll fill you in more once I head back home. I did save you a trip to CVS and picked up mom’s meds. He reached into his pocket for a bottle of pills. He hurls them over his desk into his father’s capable hands. Once free of them Jesse heard the class in session bell and grit his teeth before kissing Tawny.

“She has ten minutes. Make it fast.”

“I love how Big Daddy thinks.” Tawny grabbed Jesse and drug him toward the back of his office into Piper’s territory. Ten feet at most before she dropped his zipper and had Jesse’s dick in her possession. Kneeling, she sucked him off while Carl turned away. He might be an extreme voyeur but not when it came to his son. Instead, he got up and began to close his door before anyone else intruded. Speak of the Devil!

Piper Cherry in her near transparent white dress danced in circles in the hallway. Watching her swan lake impersonation was humorous as she teased Roger Dundee through his opened Science class door. There it was ... dress totally unbuttoned. Carl smiled and opted to give his son a few private moments, closing the door behind him in silence. Sneaking up behind Piper in Roger’s doorway he put a finger to his lips to keep Roger quiet. Even as Piper fingered herself for Roger’s viewing pleasure Roger maintained his class while settling in on the sly.

Simply hovering there as Piper played, Carl eyed his watch as if timing her. Roger wanted to laugh but kept things casual. As Piper moaned at an upcoming climax, she bent forward slightly to control her emotions. Face straining for Roger’s inspection, Carl waited for the finale. As soon as she lost juices to the floor Carl stuck a finger in her ass and sent Piper into theatrics. A shrill scream from shock made her stand up straight and move forward directly into the classroom.

Roger hiding his reaction of laughter paused to welcome his visitor, her dress wide open shared her monster breasts to perfection, nipples pointing out students one after the other. Pussy juice trickling down her inside thighs and wet fingers evidence she was busted, students in awe if not understanding why. This class being sophomore’s she turned with a bashful expression and fluttered her glossy fingers at his students.

“Who spilled water just outside your doorway? I nearly busted my...” Looking back finding Carl grinning she finished her sentence calling him an “ ... ASS!” He sniffed his finger just to mess with her. A sneer led Piper to grit her teeth toward the amused students. “CLASS! I meant class! Is this French 101?” The room cracked up.

“To what do I owe ... the pleasure?” Roger chuckled.

“Oh, you owe me BIG ... for no warning.” She mumbled. “I’ll remember that Morty!” Rick and Morty! Scientist! You get it. “Oooo! You should cover detention for me.” He knew she didn’t mean that.

“Nope! All yours.”

“Oh, come on...” A begging lure of her beguiling eyes she emphasized her face with her wet fingers as she pulled her dress closed rather than show off for too long. Hearing a room full of, “AWWWWWWWWW!” out of disappointment she just let her dress go. Back open, if not as wide as it once was.

“On your own.” Like she was three minutes ago. Well, save for Carl’s interference. Pokey was still outside the door waiting patiently, hands held behind his back as if on guard duty.

Bouncing up and down on her toes with hands clenched before her with a hopeful prayer, the students enjoyed her feigned appeal. Not just that but her skin tone accented through her almost sheer dress was magnetic north. Seeing her breasts dance under her activity only hurt her chances. Roger loving her sneaky teasing palmed her knuckles and whispered, “That would be a ho ... no.”

“Roooooooooggggggerrrrrrrr!” She slipped to her knees as his hands remained on her grasping hands, it almost appeared as if she were his prisoner. “I neeeed you!” A swift wink to her right at the students she added, “To cover me. Help me out you, guys.” Her plea went toward his laughing class.

A boy who had been in on Josie McKellen’s bukkake fest last week suddenly took charge and began a chat of, “COVER HER!” Hearing the participation Roger looked toward the ceiling and shook his head. Releasing her hands, she immediately reached up with her palms and planted them on his lower abdomen making it look as if she were ready to unzip his slacks.

“Pleaaaaaaaase? Cover me! Pretty please with sugar and me on top?” Oh, they heard that but didn’t think it bad. Laughter continued to challenge the slick, dark sexual tension between them. Her words were so well utilized it sounded worse than it really was. “Come on Cowboy.” An instantaneous visual of her riding him reverse cowgirl and cumming on his cock made Roger’s dick mature to the point of dire erection. From the side students could witness him grow and her hands almost gravitate in her begging. Girls in the class were blushing over it. So big!

From the hallway Carl grinned like the devil at his daughter. Her backside facing him, each forward motion on her part he saw bare ass and kitty. Luckily the student’s field of vision was secluded to that defined imagery. Bold ass whore that’s for sure. Just what Carl wanted here at Horton-Dexter.

“I need more sluts like her working here. Maybe Piper and I need to discuss retiring some of these other old timers. Zellers I just hired to replace Dunbar but that’s only one. Tony Gunther doesn’t count. There are at least seven others I could let go if we can reach some settlement that doesn’t require termination. I refuse to do that. Maybe once she’s done begging here.” He had time! This show was entertaining.

“You people aren’t helping me.” Piper pouted toward the students. “How am I supposed to convince him to take me ... up...” Eyes on his erection, “ ... on...,” Licked her lips, “ ... my offer?”

“Offer? What offer? You only asked me to cover you in detention. Fun as that sounds you need to try harder than that Counsellor. What do you have to offer me?” He chuckled.

“Tough crowd.” She frowned at the students. “Do I bribe him?”

“Offer him money.” A girl giggled.

“That makes it look like Mister Dundee is a...” Dale Erikson paused, “I’ll shut up now.”

“Might be a good idea Erikson.” Roger winced. “Although a tip does sound nice ... doesn’t it, Miss Cherry?”

“God, yes!” She mumbled but spoke louder with, “Someone loan me money.” A blur of boys jumped from their seats to pass off dollar bills to her. In the flood of movement Carl slipped aside out of sight but leaned in just enough to see the results. Upon rushing Piper, she sat up straight but refused to cover her ass. Her wrinkled-up skirt still expressed her cheeks, if not her clam now that boys were behind her. Roger smirking tried stepping back just to make it more difficult on her. Oh, no! Her hands were not leaving her man’s abs. Okay, one left for a moment. Cheeky peeky! Clammy Glammy! A boy saw it and pumped his fist out of triumph.

Cash in one freed up hand Piper reached up and tucked it into the waist of Roger’s pants. Now he looked like a male stripper. Giggling at his rye expression the atmosphere switched persona. A distant scream came from his office making Carl realize he had forgotten Jesse and Tawny. A scream like that meant only one thing. “If Jesse fucked her on my desk, I’m beating his ass.”