Episode 23: YOOHOO OVERHEAR

Piper Cherry, in her banishment from her office by Carl Manley set out wandering. Now that her chance to talk with Coach’s Crandell and Dunbar went so well considering she now subjected herself to overseeing classroom participations. With the school day winding down she had no other ideas at the moment. It made sense to try and understand the bonding techniques each teacher had with their students.

Starting with History teacher Dewey Knowles, his class in session, she stood in his doorway just to witness his approach. Long before he noticed her, he divulged a personality that caught her off guard. He was really charming in a goofball kind of way. Dewey led his class participation with a vibrant charm that kept his students locked in on his every word, every movement, using TV and movie scenarios to attract attention to himself and thus force his students to remember things more easily. History was fun. Well, unless your history was bad.

“So, the South was more than just your everyday version of Gone with the Wind kiddies.” Dewey explained, “War, violence...”

“Cotton.” A boy laughed as a few of the African American students sneered at him for bad taste.

“Put that cotton in your ears.” Dewey frowned pointing with one hand and directing his other toward the rest of the class, “Better yet cotton ... mouth.” The kids laughed hysterically. “Where was I?” He moved a wrist to his forehead, “Ah, yes! North versus South ... blue and the grey battling it out for the freedom of slaves and the entire country. Robert E. Lee ... General Robert E. Lee to be precise, surrendered to General Ulysses S. Grant at the Battle of Appomattox Court House in 1865.”

Mesmerized by Dewey’s performance, including his out there swagger, she stepped in closer allowing his students to spot her. Bad move for Dewey, now his class was consumed by the bombshell Counsellor’s leggy beauty. Pausing in his theatrics Dewey Knowles followed their gaze and noted her looking at him with sparkling eyes.

“Don’t mind me, Soldier. Back to the battlefield.” She motioned, arms folded fingers with pointing at his audience, “I’m just a movie critic.” She hears a boy cough into his hand saying, “Porn.” Lowering her arms, she hopped in step letting her 38C’s bob about playfully as she winked his way just for giggles.

“Look it’s Starlett O’Hara herself.” He mused throwing his hand out as if calling her to him, “A cotillion is born.” Sweeping toward her as if Fred Astaire, Dewey snatched her to him making her squeal as he forces her into a waltz. Dancing was Piper’s jam, so she went with it. In awe, his class caught spinning glimpses of her bare butt cheeks in action, clam shots if looked at during key moments. Unable to hold her skirt in check due to his direction, and dominion over her arms she had no choice in their gawking. Not that she cared. These students were at least Juniors by the looks of them.

“Oh, FRET FRET! You dance divinely.” She giggled trying out her inner Southern Belle. While born in Atlanta herself, she really didn’t maintain much accent unless she tried.

“Such beauty. Such poise. Such...” Her breasts boldly right up in his face, he pulls her closer and growls like a rabid dog. It gave her goosebumps. With one dress strap already lost to her right bicep the left side slips to the edge of her left shoulder during a dip, “ ... a Union.” She tilted her head to face the class and rolled her eyes as if mocking him, nodding playfully at his bearded face lowering to gaze at her bulging battle at Champion’s Hill, twin peaks were jiggling in step and her coverage was lowered to offer upper areola. Another sweeping spin in step, her barely holding up left shoulder strap flew over her bicep, now the real danger was set in motion. Students were hanging on the edges of their seats hoping her cleavage might pop further out than was already exposed. Knowing very well she had been nude earlier, even masturbating in her crowd surfing that she was prone to losing her clothing in some fashion.

Each dance step was more extravagant than the last. Deciding to dip her backwards, Piper facing the class with her left leg kicked upward, skirt rising as if a confederate flag, she allowed the entire class to witness her Gettysburg Undress. No panties they saw snatch. Not by choice mind you, but Piper Cherry loved a good Virginia Reel. Maybe it should have been called a Vagina Reveal instead. Either way the South was rising again. North won regardless. Erections were flying high; she could almost hear the trumpets. Boobs escaping with Dewey’s face directly over her swell he howled and panted like a dog in heat. Saliva dripped directly over her mounds. Left out a few more twirls in step he inhaled her and chose to finish his lesson plan.

Ending their dance Piper held a hand to her chest panting, tongue out at the unexpected exertion. Palms over her nipples she juggled her melons four times then turned her back to them to pull her dress back into place but left the straps dangle. Gallantly bowing before her Dewey gave her credit. A well-practiced curtsy she leaned forward slightly, and her dress cleavage slipped once again to just above her areolas. Luckily, she spotted their fancy and plucked up her dress straps and guided them back into place. Saved by the Belle!

“Thank you, Kind Sir.” She reached over and palmed Dewey’s bushy beard then pulled on it with an uncontrolled giggle, “Jeb Stuart everybody.” She clapped after releasing his facial hair.

“She knows her History.” Dewey grinned, “I’m quite impressed Miss Cherry.”

“So are we.” A few students chuckled. The Junior class couldn’t agree more. Sixteen- and seventeen-year old’s in the house.

“She makes the Deep South worth hearing about.” Another snickered.

“Macon me want to see more.” A girl giggled using Macon, Georgia part of her banter. A boy beside her slapping his desk with a BEBUMP BUMP. It was a good day in History.

“HA! Macon Georgia. Good one Cailee.” Dewey grinned. “What brings the beautiful Counsellor Cherry to my neck of the woods.”

“Woody’s!” Another ridiculed the situation.

“Curious to see how the faculty and students relate.” She shrugged, “Being new here I’m just admiring the talents of others. I love how you bring theater to your classroom.”

“Did they do the Lambada during the Civil War?” The jokes kept coming.

“Lapbada maybe.” A girl stood up and began dancing for the class. Cheers filling the room she made her way toward Piper and coaxed her into a forbidden array of moves. Dewey didn’t have the heart to tell them to stop. That is until a loud knock on the door ended the lady’s temptation of shaking booties.

“Studying Latin, are we?” Principal Carl Manley had come out of hiding and scowled as Piper let out a shrill Latin rattle of her throat vocals as if a Spanish cheer. Shaking her tits at him with her straps up held her material in place even under the turbulence. A dance step his way toward Carl, she saw him holding something that halted her performance immediately.

“MY HEELS!!!!” She swiped them showing them off to Dewey’s students before attempting to put them on, stopping short of actually slipping into them. “I loaned them to Carl earlier. He looked sooo cute in them. “ The class roared with laughter.

“Really?” Carl grumbled aloud.

“Smile Carlos. Learning should be fun for the students. Dewey is a wonderful teacher; we were just cutting the rug and it got away from us. Right Dewme? I mean Dewey.” The students were kicking in their seats, hands pounding on their desks.

“She is a good dancer Boss.” Dewey grinned, “Scarlett just brought down the house.”

“Tara even.” The girl who was dancing spoke up.

“Got that Rhett ... right.” Piper snickered.

“Alright! Alright!” Carl used his hands to slow her momentum, “A word Counsellor?”

“Let me put my shoes on.” She bends over sitting them on the floor her skirt hiking in back, offering a definite Georgia Peach for Dewey and the class. Dewey realized she wasn’t wearing panties like she had been in the teacher’s lounge earlier in the day and bulged his eyes. His students clearly seeing her went dead silent out of awe. Heels on, she stood up straight and looked over her shoulder at the classroom. “Let me know when Dewey gets to World Wars. I love hearing about the Battle of the Bulge.” She pushed Carl out the doorway and left Dewey to his antics. Bell ringing, he had no time to continue.

“Savannahed by the belle.” Was all he had to say.

Walking along with Carl students flooded the hallways as she clattered her heels to keep in pace with him. “I’m glad you brought me my heels. I was getting tired of bare feet on cold tile. Crossing an asphalt parking lot was murder. I walked out to the football field.” He was quiet suddenly and she picked up on it fast, “Did I lose my job already?” He rolled his eyes at her.

“What? For the umpteenth time no. It’s going to take more than dancing in Dewey’s class to reach that goal.” He missed the tit shots, but camera footage would catch him up later. “I was just thinking about your approach. The students really seem to like you.”

“It’s because I’m easy. Going!” She chuckled, “Easy to talk to as well. Just ask Megan and Dirk, I helped them earlier. Oh, wait! You knew and scolded me for that session.”

“Easy on the eyes too. That dress...” He frowns.

“Is not going anywhere accept the laundry hamper at home. Unlike my heels you held captive.”

“I didn’t know they were still in the office when I locked you out. I only noticed them because I saw a wet spot next to your desk.”

“Oh, that!” She gnashed her teeth, “Dirk spilled his bottled water.” He merely scowled over her playful lie. “Come on Carl, you know that was Meg’s ... the boy didn’t even have a bottled water.”

“Anyway! I soaked it up with paper towels. That’s how I found your shoes.” She clenched her teeth again, knowing Carl had cleaned up Megan’s gusher, gross as that might be. “I’ll admit I noticed way before lunch, I just wanted you to suffer. I’m over your counselling techniques. Just please do not make a habit of that.”

“Meanie! I didn’t suffer one bit. It actually made me feel right at home. Thank you by the way.”

“For what bringing you your shoes?”

“No. For letting me be me. I guarantee you’re going to see a big change in your students. All it takes is bonding with them better. Dewey back there has the right idea. Have you noticed how his classes love him?”

“They do. That’s why I allow him to do his thing. If it gets results and the kids learn something I’m all for it.” He relates as students all around their stroll enjoy Piper Cherry’s revealing attire, long muscular legs, and tight ass swaying with every step she took. People were literally running into one another blindly to capture a glance at her. Fights were even inventing themselves over their clumsy lapses in where they were walking. Par for the course at Horton-Dexter. Push always came to shove. Shove often to push.

“Which is why I need you to help me create a more carefree environment. Being too strict with them only makes them act out. If we offer a bit more freedom in their everyday routine, there would be less troubled students and more concern for their classmates.”

“Such as your dress code recommendation?”

“You know the students will love you forever Carl.”

“I don’t need love; I need respect and less headache. I told you I’d agree to every Wednesday. If lifting the dress code one day a week will keep them happy it’s worth a try. Until I overhear the school board out ruling my authority, I’ll keep allowing it. Speaking of which, I need to stop by Josie’s class and talk to her about Dakota. Did you notice her shirt unbuttoned earlier?”

“What? Noooo! Dakota? We already discussed her Carl.” She smirked playing it off as shock. He had forgotten he brought her up earlier. “Yes, I did. I also noticed you let her go without telling her to button up. May I ask why?”

“Josie and I go way back. Her girls are like family.”

“Way back as in? Did you sleep with her?” She opens her mouth in awe then razzes him with a brush to his toughened bicep. “Just kidding.”

“Could have. I’m happily hitched though. When I first became Principal, we just found solid ground as friends. She gave my boy Jesse private tutoring one summer when he was struggling. I’ve been kind of beholden to her since. His grades shot way up.”

“Yet he drives for Grub Hub.”

“Yeah, I have got to say Jesse has never shared the same enthusiasm for my military background. His mother won’t let me push him like I did my troops back in the day.”

“So, the wife wears the combat boots?”

He winces toward her then chuckles, “I call her Puss in Boots.”

“Awww! That’s awesome Carl. Oh! Roger Dundee is going to take Detention from me today, I’ll resume that duty tomorrow. Which also conflicts with taking over cheerleading from Ruth.”

“I heard she gave you, her whistle. That’s good. She can barely walk let alone do cartwheels. The way you’re taking on responsibility like you are, is noble. If you’re looking for brownie points right from the start you just earned them. Just ... no more crowd surfing please. Not that it was ... unappealing.” He decided not to fight her antics. Mainly because he was instructed to let her do whatever she wanted. Higher ups and behind the scenes power brokers kept him in check. Whether he wanted to or not. As long as they covered his ass, he would just put up a good fight and hope for the best. He had sold his soul and was not roasting marshmallows in Hell.

“Awww! Compliments will get you everywhere.”

“My turn to say ... by the way.”

“Okay! Shoot!”

“No more dips in the fountain or I’ll be wishing you well. Definitely no surfing.”

“We didn’t have lunch money, so we were raiding the well.” She razzed him, “It’s just what I’ve been saying about bonding with the students, teachers included. You know Mimi Alexander joined me in the fountain. You yourself asked me to groom them into being more outgoing like Josie and I. Quit giving me mixed signals.”

“I have to admit I’m shocked Mim took the bait. That’s like throwing one of her cats in the water. Couldn’t have gone in easy.”

“She did have a panic attack, but she’s better now. I’m working on her self-esteem. I love all these cat referrals, puss in boots, cat lady, Pussycat is my nickname for Josie. Rawwwoool!” She claws at him playfully as students pant.

“She needs some friends that’s for certain. You surprise me, Cherry. Making your rounds counselling at every turn. Try your hand at getting Dakota McKellen to button up without my being forced to do it.”

“Nope! You need to let her realize on her own that what she’s doing has consequences.” Not that Piper had any intention of dissuading the girl from adulthood. Technically none of the students in school.

“Other girls are seeing this, Piper. Today is Monday, not Wednesday. Not that Wednesday should offer that much skin either. I saw...” He nearly made a cupping motion over his pecs, “ ... yeah those. If I can see them others can. I’m just being protective without humiliating her in front of other students.”

“You did the right thing Carl.”

“If I let Dakota get away with showing that much, the other girls are going to think they can get away with it. Not only that, but the boys are going to ... I don’t even want to think about that.” He pauses, hands in his pockets then looks down at Piper’s skirt, “How is your hemline putting up any better of an example?”

“Not changing.” She fidgets with a look of defiance.

“Did I tell you to?”

“No, I just presumed that was your way of leading up to it. Mixed signals again Buddy Boy. I’ll quit before I stop wearing whatever I want. I’m not trying to blackmail you Carl, but I will not let you define who or what I am. Those other schools we talked about...”

“Let’s not go there.” He puts his palms out in front of him. That reminded her of his son Jesse when he made the same move, and she walked her breasts right into those palms at Piggly Wiggly. She refrained this time with students all around her. “No need for ultimatums. Just ... try not to bend over.”

“Too late for that.” She stuck her tongue out. He realized then that she had when putting her heels on in Dewey’s classroom.

“So that’s what shut them up.”

“You, Sir, need to relax. Want a massage?” She winks. Boys overhearing her raise their hands as if volunteering to take Carl’s place. She knew it and shared a smirk with them. As soon as Carl looks beyond her toward his office she mouthed, “Maybe.” in their direction. Guys were pumping their fists at her sneakiness.

“I’ll pass.” Carl sighed, “You figure out your cheerleading, detention dilemma.”

“Already have. I’ve invited the girls to my home in the evening as a trial basis. It’s all I could think of short notice. I hope that’s alright?”

“It’s never smart letting students know where you live. No offense, but especially you.”

“Why single me out?”