The Principal of Pleasure: Principal's Pet: The Principal of Pleasure Book One: A Steamy Romantic Novella

by Aria Blue

  “We’re back here,” called a voice from behind the stage. Mrs. McKenna.

  Backstage was dark as usual and crowded with curtains, ropes, piles of boxes, and random props left over from play and musicals. Backstage wasn’t a place where McGuire spent a lot of time, only when he waited to walk on stage to present at award ceremonies or to address the audience at parent meetings. He made a mental note to have the janitors clear out some of the clutter.

  A woman cleared her throat. Presley turned toward the rear of the backstage area to where the two ladies sat on a table side-by-side with their slender legs dangling back and forth and their ankles crossed.

  Presley wiped his forehead. “Mrs. Cross.”

  “I told you. Call me, Heather.”

  “Heather,” Presley said, correcting himself. He nodded toward the other woman. “Mrs. McKenna.”

  “Kelly,” she said, smiling slyly.

  Presley pulled his keys from his pocket. “Well, let’s get that closet opened for you ladies.”

  Heather cackled, catching Presley off guard. “What’s so funny?” he asked.

  “You, silly. We don’t need any closet opened. We use the grub moms to do that grunt work anyway. The queens don’t do hard labor.”

  They leaned into each other, giggling like school girls.

  Presley looked back and forth between them, confused. “Okay. So why did you lie? Why am I here?”

  Kelly glanced at Heather, who returned her friend’s sexy smile. Presley couldn’t help himself as he took in every inch of their bodies. Both wore skin-tight, low-cut black dresses that stopped mid-thigh. He’d always had a thing for MILFs just like he’d always had a thing for Superwoman.

  “Presley,” Heather said. “I can call you Presley, right?”

  He nodded. It had always been hard for him to tell a woman no.

  Heather continued. “I told you the other day that I needed a little help getting back out there.”

  Kelly gently stroked her friend’s hair. “Poor thing. She’s only had one dick her entire life. Presley, that should be a crime, don’t you think?”

  He nodded again because to him it was a crime.

  Heather put her hand on Kelly’s leg and rubbed it up and down. “Kelly’s been my biggest supporter. She’s been teaching me some things.”

  Heather laughed and then leaned in and the two ladies proceeded to tongue wrestle. Presley couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He got hard.

  Heather pulled away. “Kelly has taught me so much, but Kelly doesn’t have a cock.” She narrowed her eyes at Presley. “We need a cock, Presley.”

  Presley backed away. Kelly tossed her long, chocolate covered waves over her shoulder. “Where are you going, Presley? We need your help. You promised us that you would always be at the assistance of the PTA. We need your assistance right now.”

  He shook his head thinking of Marcia, Sara, and Ava and how disappointed they would be with him if he did what he really wanted to do which was to take both the women and fuck like a bunch of animals. “I need to go. This is highly, highly inappropriate. And Mrs. McKenna, you’re married.”

  Kelly sucked her teeth. “Don’t start with that missus stuff again. I thought we were past that. Anyways, Mr. McKenna screws his fair share of whores outside of our marriage, so why should I have to be faithful? Because I’m a woman? Surely you believe in equal opportunity, don’t you, Presley?”

  Heather giggled, leaning into her friend and pointing at Presley’s hard-on. “Oh, he wants this, Kelly. I think he just needs a little more convincing.”

  With that, she hopped down from the table and kneeled in front of Kelly, wrapping her arms around the woman’s thighs. Then she forcefully pulled Kelly’s crotch forward so that her legs were spread as wide as they could go. Heather’s head moved in an up and down motion as she released small “Mmmmmm” sounds.

  Kelly threw her head back and moaned, thrusting her pelvis back and forth, grinding herself against Heather’s tongue. It took all the strength Presley had to keep his hands from going down into his pants and jacking off.

  Minute after minute, Heather pleasured her friend’s vagina with her mouth until Kelly’s body convulsed with orgasm. Presley knew he needed to leave. This was a scandal waiting to happen, but still, he stood there frozen.

  They switched positions. Kelly ate Heather out hungrily. Heather ground her hips so hard, the table jumped up and down on the floor. “Eat that pussy! Eat that pussy!” She was way more vocal than Kelly and Presley loved vocal.

  Heather used her hand to move Kelly’s head back and forth. “Yeah, baby. Eat that pussy. Lick that clit. Eat it good, baby. Yeah . . . yeah.”

  Presley couldn’t resist any more. He unzipped his pants, releasing his hard, throbbing cock. He formed an “O” with his thumb and index finger, pushing his cock through the hole grunting, imagining he was inside one of them.

  After a few moments, Heather stood up. She placed herself between Kelly’s legs and the two women kissed passionately, moaning and groaning.

  Neither woman wore any underwear. This whole experience had been an invitation, so Presley wasn’t going to wait to be asked again.

  He joined the women at the table, letting his pants drop around his ankles. As Kelly and Heather kissed, Presley gripped Heather’s firm, hard ass. She poked it out more, grinding it against his cock. “Fuck me, Principal McGuire.”

  What happened to Presley? He knew part of the fantasy these women had was being screwed by him because he was the principal.

  He bent her over more and pushed himself inside of her. Gripping her waist, he moved her back and forth on his dick. Kelly still sitting spread eagle on the table, shoved her finger inside her hole and shuddered. She masturbated while watching the two fuck and Presley thought it was one of the most heavenly things he had ever seen.

  After a couple of minutes, they changed positions. The two women sat on the table side by side, thrusting their tongues down each other’s throats. Presley found his way between Kelly’s legs, sliding himself inside of her. She moaned with pleasure as she continued to kiss her friend, driving Presley wild and closer and closer to orgasm.

  He couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He’d had sex on school grounds before, but only in Marcia’s classroom. Even though everyone was probably gone, anyone could have walked in on them—one of the coaches who stayed for after school practices, a janitor, or worst of all, the dean. Being the dean’s son wouldn’t keep him from being fired if his father saw this. Presley pushed the thoughts away. So many things could happen as a result of this, but he didn’t care, he was too far gone into ecstasy.

  Thrusting in and out, he groaned loudly, pushing harder and faster until he grunted and came.

  The threesome spent the next few minutes kissing and using their hands to explore each other’s bodies. Kelly’s cell phone rang and the women hastily pulled down their dresses and fixed each other’s hair. Presley adjusted his own pants and smoothed out his shirt.

  “Ahem!”

  They jumped at the abrupt sound coming from behind them. “What’s going on?” Ms. Jones stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at them.

  Heather Cross cleared her throat. “Oh, Principal McGuire was helping us move some things we needed for the bake sale that’s coming up.”

  Ms. Jones’ expression was stone cold as she continued to stare. “Why are the three of you so red and flushed.”

  “We were moving heavy things,” Mrs. McKenna offered. “Anywho, that was my nanny calling and I have to get home.” She and Mrs. Cross waddled to the front of the stage in their high heels. Presley couldn’t help smiling to himself, knowing he had put a hurting on them.

  Mrs. Cross called over her shoulder, “We’re going to make so much money. I know this will be our best bake sale yet!”

  Presley stood awkwardly as Ms. Jones stared at the wooden stage floor in silence. She didn’t speak until she heard the sound of the auditorium doors closing.

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��You really think I’m some kind of an idiot, don’t you?”

  No. She was a lot of things, but Presley knew she wasn’t an idiot. “Excuse me?”

  “You may be able to pull this shit with those old biddies in the office and even your father, but I’m not buying what you’re selling. Those two never do any work. All they do is delegate and then they just happen to be back here with you dressed like a couple of skanks on spring break. The whole area back here reeks of sex. It’s disgusting. You’re a pig, you know that?”

  Presley was surprised that Ms. Jones knew what sex smelled like. He also knew that she was right—he was a pig. Banging two moms, PTA moms at that, was beyond inappropriate. There wasn’t even a word for it. What type of principal was he? Still he wasn’t about to admit anything to Jones. She’d make it her mission to have him fired. It was always her goal to be the principal anyway. According to Harrison and Ava, Jones was always complaining about how she did all the work, so why shouldn’t she be principal?

  Presley couldn’t let that happen. He would never live it down. What would Sarah think? Why was he worried about what Sarah would think?

  “Ms. Jones, I don’t know what you’re suggesting, but it’s highly insulting and bordering on slander. How dare you? Not only is your suggestion insulting to me, but it’s even more insulting to those hard-working PTA mothers. Those are married women with children in this school.”

  Ms. Jones folded her arms over her chest. She wasn’t buying it, but she had no way of proving that Presley was lying. He wondered if she were secretly jealous. When was the last time she had gotten any? He couldn’t even picture it and Presley’s tastes in women spread far and wide. He found women of all colors, shapes, sizes and ages attractive, but he just couldn’t see Ms. Jones in that light.

  She looked him up and down. “Go ahead. Continue with your frat-boy shenanigans. If you think those mothers are going to keep their mouths shut and not brag about this to all their friends, you really are an idiot.”

  Ms. Jones stalked off, her heels click-clacking across the floor. A lump rose in Presley’s throat because she’d made a good point. Presley wasn’t deaf, dumb, or blind. He knew that a majority of the females involved with McGuire Prep—teachers, students, parents found him attractive. He saw how their eyes followed him whenever he passed or how they would huddle with their friends and giggle like little girls when he flashed them a smile. Presley knew that he had IT. He’d had it all his life, but now he was worried. What if Heather or Kelly told other people? Their little backstage escapade would spread like wildfire and his life would be ruined. What the hell had he been thinking?

  Chapter 6

  As if his run-in with Ms. Jones the day before hadn’t been bad enough, the next day was much, much worse.

  After school, Marcia Fox stormed into his office screaming bloody murder. She slammed his door dramatically, plopping herself in a chair.

  Presley had been in the middle of replying to an email from one of the cafeteria workers. He paused and raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”

  “I’ve had it with that woman! She’s done it every single day this week. The first time, I asked her very nicely not to do it, but she keeps doing it. Who does that bitch think she is?”

  Presley held his hands up. “Whoa! Marcia, who and what are you talking about?” He loved her fiery temper, but he had never seen her so angry before.

  “That new counselor—Ms. Frost or what the hell ever.”

  “Snow.”

  “Whatever!”

  Presley took a deep breath and folded his hands in front of him. “What did she do?”

  “She keeps pulling students out of my class during instructional time. The same students in every class. How are they supposed to learn? How am I supposed to teach them if they’re not in the room? And it’s not just that. It’s the way she does it. She just waltzes in. No, ‘Good morning, Ms. Fox. Sorry for the interruption, Ms. Fox.’ She just interrupts me mid-sentence and starts talking to the student she needs as if I’m not even there and my class isn’t important.”

  Okay. Presley initially thought Marcia’s problem might have been silly, but this was definitely a serious issue. This was an issue that would require him to deal with Sara which was the last thing he wanted to do. Normally, he would push this off on Ms. Jones. He hated her, but she was really good at mediating problems and he wasn’t. Presley always wanted both parties to be happy and get what they wanted, but that just wasn’t possible. Still, after what had happened in the auditorium, he knew it wasn’t the time to go putting any further work on Ms. Jones’ plate. She’d get right on the phone to call the dean to demand a meeting to discuss Presley’s incompetence.

  Marcia rolled her eyes. “She just floats around this campus like she owns the place with her Mia Farrow haircut and her little pencil skirts.”

  Presley pressed his fingers into his temple. There was definitely a twinge of jealousy in Marcia’s words. That was definitely something Presley didn’t know how to deal with.

  “Okay,” he said finally. “I’ll call Ms. Snow in and we can discuss this like adults, but Marcia, you have to calm down. You being angry and nasty to her isn’t going to solve anything.”

  Marcia pouted with those sexy lips of hers. “Fine.”

  Presley knew both of these women very well. Sara was sweet as sugar, but if you pushed the wrong button, she would show you her spicy side that all women had. It used to turn Presley on when it wasn’t directed at him. Marcia on the other hand, was all fire. She said what was on her mind and didn’t cut any corners. Presley loved that too. Now, having both fire and ice in the same room together with him playing referee, that he didn’t love so much.

  He picked up the phone and dialed Sara’s extension.

  “Ms. Snow,” she said breathlessly into the receiver. She sounded busy, but then she always sounded like that. Sara was always moving fast and on the go. She had no idea what down time was.

  Presley remembered to keep his professional voice, especially with Marcia sitting right there, pissed off. “Ms. Snow, this is Principal McGuire. I need to see you in my office right away. It will only take a minute.”

  Presley heard papers being shuffled. Sara sighed impatiently. “Can’t you just tell me what it is over the phone? I’m really busy.”

  “No. It’ll only take a minute,” he repeated before hanging up. Presley knew he was the reason Sara didn’t want to come to his office. It wasn’t because she was too busy. It was because she didn’t want to be in his presence. A lump rose in his throat, which he tried to swallow. He’d never imagined things being like this between them.

  A moment later, there was a delicate tap on the door before it swung open and Sara slid inside, taking a seat next to Marcia. The two women didn’t make eye contact.

  Presley tried to ignore the fact that Sara had filled his office with the scent of peaches and focused on the task at hand. “Ladies, it seems we have a little problem—nothing that can’t be solved with a little fix. Ms. Snow, Ms. Fox tells me that you’ve been pulling students out during her class time.”

  “Of course,” Sara said. “When else am I supposed to pull them out? I already meet with students before and after school. I can’t see them during lunch. If Ms. Fox has a problem, I’d like to hear the solution she’s come up with.”

  Whoa, Presley thought.

  Marcia scowled, narrowing her eyes at Presley. “My job is to teach. At the end of the year when those kids have to take that placement test, I’m going to be held responsible for their scores, not Ms. Snow. Parents are going to be calling me asking why their kids are getting Cs, not Ms. Snow. Why can’t she pull them from PE or art class or something they’re not tested on?”

  That was a good question. Presley turned to Sara. “It seems as though pulling kids from class is unavoidable. It’s what we’ve always done anyway, but when you pull them, it needs to be during a non-academic class period. If you want, I’ll sit with you, go through each kid on your li
st and help you make a schedule that won’t affect their academics.”

  Marcia shifted in her chair. Presley smiled at her, hoping everything would be okay. He liked her and didn’t want to see her upset. “Ms. Fox, does that sound good to you?”

  She shrugged. “I guess, Pres.”

  Sara’s head snapped in Marcia’s direction. “Pres? Is that how you refer to your superior?”

  Marcia sat up in her seat. “And who the fuck are you? I’ll call him what I want.”

  Great. He had been so close to being out of the woods.

  Presley stood, prepared to break up whatever was about to happen. “Ladies—”

  “Call him what you want,” Sarah said. “I just think it’s unprofessional.”

  Presley knew it was more than that. To Sara, that was her name for him, but she didn’t have the right to claim that any more.

  Marcia chuckled to herself. “Ha! Honey, there’s nothing professional about what we do. Are we done here? I think we’re done. See you, Pres.” She flounced from the room before he could say anything.

  Sara stared at him wide-eyed for a moment before she spoke. “You are totally screwing her.”

  Presley’s face felt warm. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. You’d better watch it, Sara.”

  “I’d better watch it? I’d better watch it or what? You’re going to fire me? Your father would never go for that and you know it. Anyway, I don’t know why I’m surprised. You have a sickness, Presley. You couldn’t keep it in your pants if your life depended on it.” She stormed from the room, slamming the door behind her.

  She’d accused him of being a sex addict before, even though he wasn’t. Sure he had a healthy libido, but he could control it. Sara was just upset, so she was saying whatever she could to hurt him. Presley didn’t want to leave that lingering in the air. He and Sara were going to have to stop avoiding each other at some point.