The two girls sat side by side in the Principal’s office, the room filled with a deathly silence. Their faces were like thunder, the one marked with a bloody scar where the fingernails of the other had connected during their skirmish in the grounds outside. The man they were waiting on sat behind the opposing desk. He was well built, sharply dressed and certainly not the person that had been expected as they had shuffled into the room, their burly shepherds departing at the door with their duty fulfilled.
It was a spacious and predominately empty room that generated the impression that the sense of openness was intended to intimidate, a function that it was undertaking most admirable as the seconds dragged by. The only sound was that of the man’s pen as it moved across his paperwork. After another minute’s worth of writing, he paused, sighed and looked up slowly at the two females sat in their college uniforms opposite.
‘Denise,’ he said, looking to the one with the scar, ‘I’ve been briefed on your version of events. Go visit the nurse and have her look at your face.’ The blonde-haired girl stood, scowled and stomped towards the door. It slammed shut in her wake.
‘Selene,’ he stared at the defiant expression across his desk. ‘This is not the first instance to reach this desk since your recent arrival at our institution,’ he commented. ‘Your choice of attire for example,’ he stood and rounded his desk to better take in the measure of the seated twenty-one year, ‘leaves a lot to be desired.’ His eyes dropped of their own accord to the stretch of her shapely legs that ran on all the way to the short span of her plain black skirt.
She refused to acknowledge the direction of his gaze whilst all the while knowing where his eyes were lingering. Slowly, she started to part her legs, still looking straight ahead over the empty desk. Her panties were absent; the exposed view on hand that of her naked and shaved pussy.
‘Is that meant to impress me?’ asked the Principal. The pitch of his voice remained the same with no indication that he had been stirred by the sight of her exposed cunt. ‘This isn’t a movie set,’ he added, ‘and it’s not like I’ve not seen similar before.’
Smug bastard, Selene thought, but it wasn’t the sight of my pussy that was intended to shock you, and with that, she started to pee. From her pussy slit shot a spraying arch of hot piss, flowing from her cunt as a fast-moving fountain to splatter messily over the office carpet. She kept on looking straight ahead, knowing full well that she was safe from any reprisal given the identity of her father.
She was expecting an outburst of disgust or anger, or both yet the Principal remained where he was, just off to her side, calming taking in the sight of her spraying pee fountain as she desecrated his office carpet with her hot piss. A damp stain was growing outwards as the material hungrily accepted her slightly yellow rain, the impact point of her piss stream sending droplets of pee dancing into the air. The office was filled with the soft, steady hiss and patter of her peeing, her toilet midway spent.
‘I’ll admit,’ said the Principal calmly, ‘that you are the first girl to take that particular approach. Is this a turn on for you, your potty antics?’
Selene ignored him, her anger rising. How dare he not be offended by her actions?
The Principal moved calmly back to his desk, opening a drawer and reaching inside. Selene mentally cursed his calm indifference even as she reached the end of her pee. With her toilet done, she closed her legs, hiding the sight of her pussy. At her feet remained the damp stain where she had just relieved herself.
‘You may think, Miss Gomez, that your crimes can go without punishment due to, shall we say, your family’s standing within the community, but I want you to know that at this facility all actions have consequences.’
Selene refused to answer, turning, at last, to stare haughtily at the man behind the desk. He appeared more of a corporate lackey, she thought, all pristine and well-tailored, his expensive suit no doubt an indulgence from a hefty pay-packet bolstered from the likes of her father and the other families whose spoilt brats attended this drab university.
‘Maybe I’ll piss over your desk next time,’ she offered sullenly.
‘Oh, I think not Miss. Gomez,’ he retorted with a slight hint of a smile that vanished as quickly as it had appeared. For a moment, Selene wondered what it would be like to fuck him, having his hard prick rammed home inside her pussy as she rode him into a sweaty climax. Maybe then, he would treat her with a bit of respect. There was no denying his handsome, sharp cut features or piercing blue eyes but she felt no attraction, only contempt because he should know his place beneath her just like everybody else at this god-forsaken hole.
He moved away from the desk, an object hidden behind his back as he strode from around his desk. She altered her gaze to follow his movements, sneering with contempt.
‘Maybe you want to lick it up after I’ve gone?’ she offered in a dead-pan voice. Inside, the anger was building. How dare this bastard not be moved by the audacity of her actions? She had just peed all over his office carpet and yet he did not appear to be offended in the slightest.
He moved behind her seated position. For the strangest of moments, Selene fantasied about him coming to stand behind her before sliding his hands around her firm, round tits, at last showing that he was after all just a man that could be manipulated, if not by fear or money, but by raw seduction. Her mother was a beautiful model, her looks passed down to her daughter. Selene sensed him drawing nearer and she felt her heart racing, believe that he intended to do as she had just fantasized.
Her nipples were hard, her arousal undeniable through the thin cotton of her blouse and flimsy bra. She detected his aftershave as he neared. It smelt expensive. She felt herself getting ready for his touch; anger and desire competing inside her yet his hands did not come to slide around her chest but rather to attach something to her right wrist. It was cold and metallic but before she could even process the implications, a strong pull yanked her arm around her back where her other hand was forcibly guided, a second click registering as the handcuffs sealed shut.
Selene screamed at the top of her voice, a string of foul abuses, first in English, then in her native Spanish tongue. ‘How dare you…’ Her voice was silenced, as she was gagged, strong hands tying the knot behind her head. His actions were firm and precise and Selene instinctively knew that this was not the first time he had undertaken such an act. Suddenly, she stopped her frantic yanking actions against the handcuffs that bound her to the chair. Resistance was futile. Nobody had burst into the rooms at the sounds of her screams, the Principal’s assistant absent either from her desk or under strict instructions not to interfere regardless of what she might hear.
A cold chill grew in the pit of Selene’s stomach. She had never once thought had she might be vulnerable giving the power her father wielded, giving her free reign to do as she like no matter how reckless or filthy. Now here she was alone with a much older and mature male who had her completely at her mercy. Racing images filled Selene’s head as she thought how she might be raped. Would be gentle as he thrust his hard cock into her pussy? She had a vision of being shoved over the desk, her bare buttocks on display as he yanked down his trousers to free his long, hard member, before guiding it inside her.
Part of her was horribly aroused by the idea. There was no denying his attraction, his body that of a stallion beneath his expensive attire. She tried to turn her head, to see him and to guess his intent, but no, he had taken a few steps back so he was beyond her field of vision. Her gag was probably his handkerchief, clean and reserved for such occasions when he could have his way with any student he so desired.