After-School Meeting

[Diana_Villiers]

Karen was nervous to hear about the editor-in-chief appointment for the high school newspaper. She'd applied for the position after Mr. Tyrone, the advisor, encouraged her writing in English class.

Mr. Tyrone -- now there was every senior's fantasy right there. Early thirties, she guessed, and whispers flew about his supposedly energetic love life.

"I heard he goes to the bars downtown and pulls a different girl every week!" Alicia said at lunch.

"I bet every night," Lucy said, rolling her eyes but grinning.

The girls all giggled, but Karen only smiled. Somehow -- it was silly, but somehow -- she felt like Mr. Tyrone was all hers. She'd never admit that to the girls, though.

In seventh period she got a note from him, through an office page. It said, Come see me in my office after school -- Mr. Ty

Karen supposed it was about the editor position, and smoothed her skirt as she knocked on Mr. Ty's door. The skirt was a little short to be professional, but she hadn't expected to be meeting with him today.

"Yes?" She loved his voice: friendly, but powerful.

"It's Karen Jones. You wanted to see me?"

Mr. Ty opened the door and smiled. "Karen! Come on in."

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OOC: Karen Jones, 18, a senior at Radford High. Brown hair, blue eyes, 5'6" and 120 lbs. A bright, hardworking student who's never had an assignment like this before.

Open for a player for Mr. Tyrone! Potential qualities: a little toppy.

 

[gagonthis]

James Tyrone yawned slightly as he sorted through a stack of papers on his desk. It had been a long night and he was feeling the effects of it. He'd woken up late this morning and hadn't had time to even stop for a cup of coffee. He smiled slightly as he thought about his night, reminding himself that a lack of sleep was a small price to pay for the evening he'd had.

James, Ty to his friends, knew the way a lot of the students talked about him. He was a notorious skirt chaser and with his 6 foot well built frame he rarely had to chase them very far at all. Last night had been no different, another random barfly picked up in town, another night watching a blond head of hair bobbing up and down on his hardened cock and another notch in his bedpost. He'd woken up on time and was halfway dressed before she begged him for more. Thirty minutes later she was climbing into a cab, still flushed red and he was on his way to the school. He felt his manhood hardening slightly under the desk as he thought about it.

Still he rarely ever mixed work and pleasure, preferring to stay away from the student body, much to the sadness of some of the more ambitious girls. He'd gotten involved with students before, when he was just starting out almost seven years ago and it had nearly caused such a scandal he had to leave town to avoid it affecting his entire career.

He rose to open the door for Karen, he'd been expecting her, and paused slightly as he moved out from behind his desk. He was still slightly hard and with a moments embarrassment he adjusted himself to hide it as he opened the door for her. "Karen! Come on in." He said with a smile as he motioned to the chair in front of his desk before taking his own seat back. "So you applied for the editor in chief job then?" He rhetorically asked with a smile. "I was glad to see your application amongst the pile I received." He looked Karen up and down, and felt his member begin to harden even more as he saw the soft skin of her thighs exposed by the short skirt she was wearing. He resisted the urge to lick his lips as he pried his eyes up to her face. "So ahhh what do you think best qualifies you for the position?"

 

[Diana_Villiers]

Karen dropped her bag on the floor beside the chair and sat down, crossing her legs. Her skirt hitched up a little, and she pressed it down again, blushing slightly and hoping Mr. Ty hadn't noticed. He always threw her off-guard, somehow. Try as she might, she could never think quite straight when she was in his classes.

"Uh, right." She bent over to her bag, reaching in it for her transcript. Too late she realized that she'd probably given him an eyeful, what with the neckline on the button-up blouse she was wearing. Would it be worse to ignore it or bring it up by apologizing? Karen didn't want Mr. Ty to think she was unprofessional. She decided to let it go -- although she was blushing even more when she straightened.

"Here's my transcript -- you can see I've got a 3.9 GPA, I've done well in all my classes except that physics course my freshman year. I was never any good at science." She laughed a little, and her leg brushed against his.

Karen froze. That little touch had sent electricity jolting through her, and it was suddenly stiflingly hot in his office. Now she really hoped he didn't think she couldn't handle the position.

 

[gagonthis]

Mr. Tyrone again had to forcibly pry his eyes away from the unknowing show she was giving him as she bent over to retrieve her transcript out of her bag. He could just have easily have snagged the copy she had sent him out of the stack of papers he had, but he was having trouble thinking straight as he stared at the ample amount of cleavage her plunging shirt was showing. He'd gotten himself all worked up thinking about his previous night and the morning's sexual escapades and now he was looking at Karen in a way that was entirely inappropriate for an educator to.

He noticed the blush in her face as she sat back up and got a little nervous, thinking she had noticed him ogling her. The last thing he needed was more trouble like he had had in Flagstaff. He took the transcript from her as he tried to regain his professionalism, something hard to do as his mind was now full of visions of Karen's mouth wrapped around his now throbbing cock. Jesus man, get yourself under control he thought as he looked the document over much more intensely than necessary. Her leg brushing against his made his cock twitch slightly and he cleared his throat much more loudly than need be. "Well I asked you to apply for this position because of what a great job you did on that opinion essay for class two weeks ago. I think you'd be a good asset to the paper and have the organizational mindset needed to make things really work. But tell me, what do YOU think you bring that's special?" He asked throwing her his best lady killer smile without realizing it.

 

[Diana_Villiers]

Oh, wow.

Karen stared at Mr. Ty for what felt like forever. He held her in a strong, powerful, erotic gaze -- okay, that last part was probably just her projecting -- she had to pry her eyes away from his just to keep herself from...well, doing something that might jeopardize her chances. Something unprofessional. But shifting her look to his firm jawline, or over his broad, muscled shoulders didn't exactly help.

Her mouth went dry, in fact, and several images and feelings flashed into her head: Mr. Ty kissing her with his hand up her skirt, sliding two fingers into her; Mr. Ty leaning back while she took his thick, hard cock in her mouth; Mr. Ty bending her over the desk and slamming her roughly while she called his name.

Karen cleared her throat and wished there were a water cooler or something nearby. Anything to help her calm down, clear her head. Now was not the time for this sort of thing.

"Well. As you can see from my classwork, I'm really dedicated. Especially to English and writing pieces. I, um, I'm hard-working and, uh, enthusiastic! Or so my other teachers tell me." She smiled hopefully at him. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done."

 

[gagonthis]

James tried to listen to her answer, tried to focus on her words and maintain the professionalism that was required of an educator. But it was just too hard. Images kept flashing into his head as well now that his hormones were reawakened. He resisted the urge to adjust himself again as he imagined sweet innocent Karen on top of him, thrusting herself onto his manhood and squirming for him. He felt a bead of sweat forming on his forehead and forced himself to relax, almost successfully until she muttered her last sentence
I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done
He blinked at that and turned an empty gaze to her as his mind wandered eight different places it seemed. That line pole-axed him, left him thinking about the things he could make her do to get the job done. After what seemed an eternity of silence he realized she was probably expecting a bit more to the interview. He smiled at her again, "Sorry I had a late night and too early a morning, my mind isn't quite all the way here right now." And that skirt and cleavage aren't helping my problems much he thought to himself.

"Now I know you're a good writer, and can handle the actual paperwork and organization well enough, but I need an editor-in-chief who will be able to deal with people too. We have a lot of unique personalities on the paper and I need someone who will be able to juggle them all. I also like an editor-in-chief who doesn't just assign things and sit back and wait for them to work of fail. I'm going to need you to be very hands on with the staff and with me." He paled slightly as he realized he'd emphasized that last sentence a lot than he'd meant to and hoped she didn't notice. The room was starting to feel too small and too hot for Mr. Tyrone.