Principal of Vice (PM for invite)

[saedo]

Principal of Vice (closed for Little_Red_Rose)

Looking for female co-author to portray Katherine. Must be literate writer fond of detailed posts. PM for details/invite.


I reflexively turned my gaze towards the phone as it trilled. The short pattern signaled an inside line and I recognized the caller ID as my secretary. I stabbed the speaker button. "Yes?" I inquired.

"Miss Chambers to see you, sir." My secretary voice sounded tinny and flat.

I nodded, though there was no one to see. "Give me a minute and the send her in, Mrs. Brooks."

"Yes sir. Will you need anything else from me today?"

"No," I responded. "You can feel free to leave after you show Miss Chambers in."

"Thank you, sir."

I tidied up the files on my desk into a neat stack and pulled out the one for Miss Chambers. Hers was comparatively thinner than most. That bespoke her rather pristine disciplinary record at Glendale Academy. Aside from a few tardy slips for being late to class, she'd hardly had been a model student the past three years.

I flipped through the pages. Katherine Ann Chambers. Current senior at Glendale Academy. Turned 18 in late September. Presently ranked 19th in her senior class for GPA. Active in half a dozen student organizations. Cheerleader her freshman and sophomore years, then switched to drill team for junior and senior.

The athletic activity combined with her academic record was ostensibly the reason I'd instructed her to stop by my office after school today. Katie was on pace to win a scholarship aimed at student athletes, so I'd been meeting with her off and on this fall to make sure she stayed on track with the application process.

Of course, even absent that connection, I would have known her name, just as the entire school did. I first took note of her as a freshman. At 5'9" even then, she stood inches above her fellow cheerleaders. Despite her height, she was an athletic tumbler and it was hard not to notice those super-long legs arcing through the air during her performance.

Unfortunately, her cheerleading career would not last long. Katie was tall but skinny as a freshman, but began to develop some feminine curves by year's end. By sophomore year, she was not only the tallest but also the bustiest cheerleader on the squad. Such attention made her a rising star in high school society.

Unfortunately for her, her bosom continued its steady expansion. By junior year, her ability to perform back flips, cartwheels, and other such gymnastics was severely curtailed by her top-heavy physique. Not one to give up, Katie had instead transitioned instead to the drill team. Their emphasis on high kicks and splits still required athletic talent, but were much less impaired by a large bust. Plus, Katie's long legs suited her well in her new role.

Now in her senior year, Katie's breasts were unequivocally the largest in the school. Mrs. Nichols, the school, even amongst the faculty. Mrs. Nichols, the choir teacher, had previously held that distinction, but she was a mother of four and her now second-place melons were counterbalanced by a pear-shaped ass and thighs as thick as tree trunks. Katie's tiny waist and buns of steel made her breasts all the more impressive.

I'd always been a breast man, so Katie had been an object of desire as well. Had her development not gradually unfolded before me these past years, I'd never have believed she wasn't a surgically enhanced stripper. I'd long harbored a desire to sample her wares.

Unfortunately, Katie was generally a goody-two-shoes. I'd had my taste of nubile female students, but generally my avenue towards spreading their thighs was blackmail. Over the years, many a slender young thing had chosen to impale themselves on my cock rather than face suspension for their misdeeds.

But Katie had hewed close to the straight and narrow. Aside from a few tardy slips, she had never been written up for misbehaving at school. Consequently, I'd never had the leverage over her I'd wanted.

That is, till now. This year, Katie had been joined at Glendale by her younger brother, Kenneth. Kenneth shared his sister's athleticism, but not her sense of discipline. He'd been written up half a dozen times for various misbehavior already. Thusfar, it'd all been minor transgressions, but this past weekend, he'd crossed the line into serious violations. And I had it all on video.

I'd seen how his elder sister doted on him. Clearly she was fond of her little brother. Today I'd test that bond. How far would she go to protect him?

There was a rap on the door. Moments later, Katie's beautiful face and luxurious curls poked inside. "Vice Principal Samuels? You wanted to see me?"

I smiled broadly. "Yes, Miss Chambers, glad you could stop by. Come in and have a seat. We have something important to discuss."

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

My time here at Glendale Academy has been an eventful one. My parents were, despite being absent from my life a good portion of the time and their laissez-faire attitude on many things, involved into my academic record. Through various phone-calls and even internet conversations (my folks were very tech-savvy), they'd inquire on my current performances and such - despite themselves being located on another continent. They were very much part of international business, so most of the time I was on my own. That's not to say that I lived alone in my parents' condo, far from it; I lived with my brother Kenneth.

The latter cause me to become enraged at times, part of it being that my parents seemed mostly fixated on my own discipline, part of it also being that my brother could be found with his dumb friends smoking pot, rather than working his way to a grand scholarship. That's not to say that he wasn't anywhere near involved in extra-curricular activities; just that he could be doing so a lot more and without risking dependency, among other troubles. Still, I was proud of the fact that he was well on his way to becoming a football star.

Athletics was something that I was part of - that is, until puberty hit. I've always been the tall kind of gal, and thankfully for my younger self, it never got in the way of cheer-leading. What did get in the way was my body developing curves and more specifically, my breasts. It was a bit unreal, going through pictures of the past few years and seeing my chest just get bigger and bigger over time. My bulbous orbs was constantly the center of many conversations with notorious boys of my school, including some of Kenneth's friends and stares.

At the time, where I was restricted from my dear cheer-leading squad, I had convinced myself that it was simple jealousy on their part. I was too stubborn, or maybe even naive, to believe that my performance was hindered in any way. I could tell you that what was hindered was my comfort during my participation at various school clubs.

The boys would make remarks over how mine were the biggest at the school and would even from time to time attempt to get a closer look - a touch, if they were so brave. These aspects would drive me mad and at times even got me to consider dropping the club in question altogether.

"Just one more year...just one more year..." I would often reassure myself. It didn't help that I could not find any clothes to adequately hide my features. It seemed to me that my heavy chest was a curse, rather than a blessing. Needless to say however, that I did not abandon extra-curricular activities - for my future scholarship's sake and simply because I would not know what to do with myself afterwards. These activities consumed my daily life, together with class and studying; so much so, that I never had a social life - not even a boyfriend.

Anyway, this is all besides the point. Just today, during my literature class, I heard my being called through the intercom:

"Katherine Ann Chambers, Vice Principal Samuels would like to see you after class."

This prompted a few teasing calls from within the classroom until my teacher hushed them up. Meanwhile, my heart did in fact race - this hasn't happened before. But I wasn't to let that scare me off; after class, I went from my locker into the office, where Mrs. Brooks gave me a stare and told me to take a seat.
It didn't take too long before I was called it.

Making my way inside the office, I said:
"Vice Principal Samuels? You wanted to see me?"

Before taking my seat, I moved a large lock of brown hair out of my face, so that I could see my Vice Principal through my bright green eyes. He motioned me to the seat, declaring an urgent issue.

"What is it sir? Did I do something wrong?" I asked, sincerely.

 

[saedo]

I smiled as Katherine as she entered and gestured for her to take a seat in one of the chairs facing my desk.* She did as bidden, taking care to make sure her plaid skirt didn't ride up her thighs.* I smiled; for a girl's whose body seemed tailor-made for sin, she was incredibly demure.

"Miss Chambers, I've asked you here in regard to the Weatherly Scholarship."* I could see immediately that I had her attention.* Two scholarships were awarded each year to graduating seniors - one male, one female.* Unlike most, it was aimed at student athletes.* Nowadays most students tended to do well at one or the other but not both, so serious contenders were rather limited.* While not quite in the same league as the half dozen students hovering around a 4.0, Katherine had a significant edge on her fellow athletes.***

"I just saw your midterm reports and you are doing quite well.* I also saw the drill team's performance at last weekend's football game - quite impressive how high you girls can kick.* As such, I would like to tell you that you are certainly the leading candidate for the female recipient."*

That brought a smile to her face, so I gave her a moment to enjoy the sense of accomplishment.* Just a moment.* Then I destroyed them.

"As I said, I would like to tell you that.* Unfortunately, some recent developments may have placed that candidacy in jeopardy."* I resisted the urge to grin maliciously as Katherine's face fell into uncertainty.

I flipped around the laptop on my desk.* "A picture is worth a thousand words."* On screen was a school hallway, the dull grey metal lockers lining both sides. I tapped a button and the grainy image lurched forward as the video played. After a moment, a figure entered the frame, his back to the camera. He strode a dozen yards down the hall and approached one of the lockers.

"This video was taken this weekend. The individual you see broke into the school by damaging the lock on a window earlier in the week so it could be forced open from the outside. Though you can't see it clearly, he has just threaded a plastic tube through the locker vent. He will then use a squeeze bottle to douse the locker's contents with a rather foul concoction consisting primarily of urine."

The figure in question completed his secretive activity and returned the way he'd entered. I hit a button to freeze the screen. "The face isn't clearly in focus, but I think you'll agree that it looks somewhat like your brother, Kenneth. He also shares the same hair color and haircut as your brother. Additionally..., " I pointed to the left chest of the boy's jacket, "he's wearing a Glendale Academy jacket with a football logo and the number 37. That's Kenneth's number, isn't it?"

Katherine nodded mutely.

I closed the laptop before continuing. "The locker in question is assigned to Charlie Rhodes, a forward on the Glendale hockey team. Your brother and Mr. Rhodes have been engaged in a fairly public feud the past few weeks. Both of them earned a week of detention for engaging in a profane argument in the lunchroom last week. Based on this video, it seems likely your brother decided to escalate the conflict."

I stepped from around my desk and sat on the front edge. This let me lean down to within a foot of Katherine's face. "In addition to violating school rules, your brother has destroyed private property and broken and entered this building. As such, I have to decide whether to inform the police and have your brother arrested."

"But if I do that, your brother's transgressions will become public knowledge. And that means the scholarship committee will know your brother is a criminal miscreant. The scholarship criteria specifically mentions moral character, so your connection to such a malcontent could seriously hurt your chances."

I let the news sink in, awaiting her reaction.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

"As I said, I would like to tell you that. Unfortunately, some recent developments may have placed that candidacy in jeopardy."

Anyone, who has been led to believe that something great awaited them, would be devastated by such a tragic turn. A horrible feeling ran through my chest; as if any hope I had was stripped away from the very fiber of my being. Now, at first I believed that maybe I was being overly dramatic - but as the tone of his voice became more and more serious, I knew that something was up.

The conversation rapidly turned away from me and my own accomplishments, to an ongoing dilemma at my dear school. I heard about it, that’s for sure - Charlie Rhodes’ locker being completely and utterly trashed but some unknown assailant. However, the latter’s identity was quickly shown to me by my Vice Principal, who eagerly pointed out that the perpetrator was none other than my dear little brother. I thought of perhaps arguing against his theory but…at this point even I was convinced.

He moved on closer and informed me on the possibility - that being perhaps too weak of a word - of him calling the police and having my brother arrested. My heart nearly skipped a beat on that - he was the closest family I had and I absolutely did not want anything bad to happen to him. I mean…I knew that Kenneth was a complete and utter screw up - but his current endeavors were leading him to a better place.

My worries were quickly amplified.

"But if I do that, your brother's transgressions will become public knowledge. And that means the scholarship committee will know your brother is a criminal miscreant. The scholarship criteria specifically mentions moral character, so your connection to such a malcontent could seriously hurt your chances."

I panicked - rather obviously. Tears beginning to run down my cheeks, my hands quickly grasped on Vice Principal Samuels’ shoulders. My face surely showed sorrow, grievance and even despair - but most of all; plead. “Please sir…don’t do that…please…” I cried, as my entire life seemed to be breaking before my eyes.

I wasn't one to turn on the waterworks... I was stronger than that. But anyone in my position, I believe, would do the same thing. I worked hard not only for myself but also for my brother. And out of nowhere, it seemed that everything was to be taken away from me.

 

[saedo]

“Please sir…don’t do that…please…” she said, tears in her voice.

I resisted the urge to grin triumphantly. She'd taken the bait; time to set the hook.

"Well, I could perhaps find a way to sweep this under the rug so that the police don't need to get involved. The video is currently only known to me, so I could see to it that it stays that way."

I let that settle in and her hopes start to rebound. When she wiped a tear from her eye and looked up at me, I continued.

"But of course, that would be sticking my neck out. There could be consequences for my actions." A bald-faced lie, to be sure; discipline was entirely within my purview at Glendale and I was permitted broad discretion within my bailiwick. Moreover, it's not like the local prosecutor's office didn't have enough real crime on its plate without meddling in teenage pranks.

But she wouldn't know that. All the better to let her think I was going well out of my way to help her. Her debt to me would be all the greater.

"So, were I to do something like that, I would have to insist on some form of recompense. Something special that you could provide." I let my hand drift down to where one knee peeked out from her plaid skirt. I laid my palm against her knee and squeezed it gently. "Any ideas, Miss Chambers?"