History and Hedonism: Book Three of the Principal of Pleasure: A Steamy Romantic Novella

by Aria Blue

  Presley smiled back to show her that he wasn’t afraid and then followed Marcia to the black of the building. She wore a tight red strapless dress that squeezed every one of her sexy curves. The dress stopped mid-thigh on her and looked as if it had been painted on. Presley couldn’t keep his eyes off it and he couldn’t wait to take it off later that night. He himself had worn a white button down and a pair of black slacks and some expensive leather loafers. Marcia had told him to dress comfortably, but he hoped he wasn’t underdressed.

  Once they rounded the back of the building, the sounds of people and music helped him relax. Marcia wasn’t luring him to some abandoned building to be slaughtered by a saw wielding psychopath.

  Neon letters spelled the words “The Playground” in cursive letters. “What’s this? Some kind of club?” Presley asked.

  Marcia nodded. “Something like that.”

  At the door a huge bouncer with rippling muscles held a clipboard. “Name?” he asked as they approached.

  “Marcia Fox.”

  The man checked the list as Marcia turned to Presley. “This place is very exclusive. Invite only.”

  “Ms. Fox, I see you right here,” the man said. He handed them both masquerade masks. “The masks are optional but the use of cell phones or cameras is forbidden.” He placed bright orange bands around their wrists and then pointed them inside. “Have a fucking good time, you two,” he said smiling slyly.

  As they stepped into a long narrow hallway, the loud music pulsed through Presley’s body. He wondered why cell phones were forbidden. Marcia slid his mask over his head. “Let’s do the masks,” she said as she out her own on. The hall was dark and several waitresses wearing nothing but thongs and nipple covers passed them holding trays of shots. Each woman greeted the couple as they whirled around them.

  Presley and Marcia stopped at the entrance of a room where the music was coming from. Marcia placed her hand on Presley’s chest. “Pres, I hope you’re ready because this place is going to blow your mind. Ready?”

  He swallowed hard. “Always.”

  Marcia grinned. Taking his hand, they stepped into the room. Presley froze in the doorway and his jaw dropped. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. On every couch, seat, counter top, and floor space were people having sex. Just about every single person in the room was fucking and the few who weren’t were jacking off to what was going on around them. There were two-ways, three-ways, and even four-ways. People having sixty-nines and doing it doggy-style. This was a full-blown orgy. Presley had seen plenty of them when he watched porn, but never in real life.

  The whole room seemed to be moaning simultaneously as the bodies moved in rhythm with the music. Presley’s cock grew hard watching the scene. Marcia dug her nails into his arm. She always did that when she was especially horny.

  A blond woman in a glittery bunny mask approached them. “First time?”

  Presley blushed. “Is it that obvious?”

  The woman giggled, grazing his arm. “It’s okay. Everyone was a first-timer at some point. And good for you for having an open mind and exploring other options. Now some people like to jump right in while others like to either watch or do the partners they came with until they get more comfortable with the swinging part of things. What would you two like to do?”

  Marcia looked up at Presley. “It’s up to you. I’m entirely open.”

  Presley looked around the room and he knew he wouldn’t be able to contain himself any longer there was no way he was going to be able to just watch. “Um, we’ll start off with each other and then take it from there.”

  The woman nodded. “Wonderful. We have three rooms—there’s this one and two others. Find a place where you’d like to get comfortable and enjoy.” The woman planted wet kisses on both their lips and then left them on their own.

  Giggling, Marcia grabbed Presley’s hand and led him from the dark room to the room that was decorated in all red and black. A different type of music was playing in there. It was faster and the bodies were moving along with it. Leather couches lined the walls. Marcia grabbed Presley’s hand and led him along looking for a spot. The parties watched them with hungry eyes as they passed looking like they wanted to devour them whole. A few people whistled as they walked by. Marcia and Presley were both aware that they were good looking people.

  Marcia pointed to an empty spot between two couples deep into a fuck section. She shoved him onto the couch. Before Presley had a chance to do anything, Marcia was grinding her plump, round ass against his hard dick giving him a hell of a lap dance.

  He loved it when she took charge, but she was merciless. He grabbed her thick, firm thighs, and she threw his hands off her. She always did that. She would make him wait to put his hands on her until she was ready and it drove him crazy. But when she finally let him touch her, it was like heaven.

  Presley clenched his fist and he threw his head back and moaned. He watched the other couples beside them as Marcia continued to dance on him. They were both older couples who kept stealing glances waiting to see what the younger people were going to do. Presley wanted to give them a good show.

  Marcia stopped rubbing her ass against him and unbuckled his pants, releasing his hard cock from his boxer briefs. She used her hand to stroke it for a few moments. Presley flexed and relaxed his legs, barely able to stand the pleasure.

  He couldn’t wait anymore. Presley turned Marcia back around and bent her over. He pulled her dress up around her hips, moved her underwear to the side, and let his cock slide into her. Getting a firm grip on her hips, he bounced her up and down.

  Her hair went wild and Presley loved how she would whip her long locks around, gather them up in her hands like a ponytail and then let them fall over his face.

  She rode him like a horse until they both came. The couple beside them had moved closer. The woman stroked Presley’s face. She was blond and probably in her late forties. The woman was heavy-set, but very proportioned. Presley didn’t discriminate. He was a lover of the female form—all shapes and sizes as long as he was attracted to them and he was attracted to her. “Can I ride too?”

  Presley looked to Marcia who smiled and nodded, giving her permission. She moved off Presley’s lap and moved over to the woman’s partner. Presley wasn’t too sure how he felt about her being with some else, but he didn’t have much time to think about it.

  He looked at the woman and motioned for her to take a seat on the couch. He needed to change positions. The woman was completely nude, so Presley removed his shirt and dropped his pants.

  He grabbed the woman’s plump legs and spread them apart as far as they could go. She fingered her pink clit, waiting for Presley to make his move. “Come on, baby. Don’t make me wait.”

  He thrust himself inside of her and she yelped as if it were nothing she had ever felt before. Beside them, Marcia’s head bobbed up and down in the man’s lap as she gave him a blow job. Presley decided that he didn’t mind that so much.

  Grunting, he thrust himself in and out of the woman’s pussy, while holding her legs straight up in the air to form a perfect V. The woman was so loud and verbal that others were looking on and cheering.

  Stars burst in Presley’s eyes. The woman felt so good as he moved in and out of her. He was afraid he was going to come sooner than he wanted to. He pushed and pushed and pushed until both of them reached their climax and exploded in a chorus of moans.

  Presley had sex with two more women that night while their husbands looked on masturbating. They stumbled out of the club at almost 3 AM. Presley was so exhausted he thought he would sleep the entire next day.

  “So, what did you think?” Marcia asked.

  “That was . . . that was fucking awesome! I’d do it again.”

  Marcia beamed. “Good. I just want to make you happy, Presley. I just want to make sure you don’t get bored.”

  Presley deflated a bit because that made him sad. She was doing this to please him—to try to get him to finally commit to
her, but that wasn’t going to work. He needed more than sex and going to a swinger’s club wasn’t going to make him fall in love with her. They rode home in silence for the rest of the way.

  Chapter 6

  Sara Snow had reached her limit with Vice Principal Jones. When she had a break between counseling sessions she stormed to the dean’s office. She needed to get some stuff off her chest so she could focus on the students. Sara had done everything in her power to either reason with or ignore Jones, but none of that had worked.

  Sara ran right by the dean’s secretary who was now used to being ignored and didn’t even try to stop her from barging into her boss’s office. The dean was reading a copy of the school paper that was about to go to press. He sat up when she entered and gave her his undivided attention. “What’s wrong, angel? You look disturbed.”

  “I swear! I can’t take her anymore. She is completely out of control. You have to do something about her.”

  Of course the dean knew exactly who she was talking about. “What has she done now?”

  “She wants to sit in on my counseling sessions. I told her that would be impossible because it’s just supposed to be me and the kids. They trust me. I’ve built a bond with them. They’re not going to open up to me with her in the room. They hate her by the way. I’m not just saying that. They all tell me.”

  The dean moved from behind his desk and sat behind Sara, taking her trembling hand into his. She loved the way he helped her calm down. “Anyway, I thought I came up with a nice compromise. I would record the sessions with the student’s permission and then she could listen to them later.”

  The dean nodded. “That sounds like a good idea.”

  “That’s exactly what I thought, but no, that wasn’t good enough for her, she actually had to be in the room. I had a counseling session with a kid who is going through a really hard time at home and he wouldn’t say a word because she was there. That defeats the whole purpose of what I’m doing. Then after the kid leaves, she totally berates and screams at me so loudly that the rest of the office staff could hear. It was completely humiliating.”

  “What was she screaming about?” the dean asked.

  “Get this. She says I’m a horrible counselor because I couldn’t get the student to open up. Are you fucking kidding me? It was her fault the kid wouldn’t open up, not mine. If she weren’t there everything would have gone just fine but she wants to blame it on me?”

  The dean squeezed Sara’s hand. “I am so sorry this is happening to you. I thought I told Presley to handle this. What the hell has he been doing?”

  Sara knew exactly what he had been doing—banging Marcia, but she didn’t like to think about that. “I doubt Presley is going to go out of his way to help me. He’s still sore about our break up.”

  “That doesn’t matter,” the dean snapped. “He still needs to do his job which is to get Jones to stop harassing you. The problem she has with you is personal and has nothing to do with how you do your job.”

  He reached for his phone and dialed Presley’s extension. “Come to my office right away.”

  They had to wait almost ten minutes for Presley to show up. He came in wiping his hands on the side of the pants. Sara knew he only did that when he was nervous and she had the feeling he was nervous because of her.

  “What’s going on?” he asked.

  The dean repeated everything Sara had told him. “Now what are you going to do about it? You are her superior. We all know Jones’s behavior actually has nothing to do with Sara’s performance and it’s dancing on the lines of harassment.”

  Presley’s eyebrows raised at those words. “I’ll have another talk to her. I’ll talk to her right now.”

  Sara stood. “Talk to her? That’s it?”

  “What do you want me to do, Sara? Beat her?”

  Sara walked closer to him. He was taking this as a joke and it was serious. “I want you to do your damn job, Presley. I want you to put an end to this once and for all. If you can’t get your vice principal to follow orders what’s the point of you?”

  Presley gritted his teeth at Sara. He hated when she talked like that to him. “I’m doing my job. Excuse me.”

  “No,” Sara said, following behind him. “I want to be a part of this conversation too. I want to see how you’re going to put a stop to this O Great and Powerful Principal McGuire.”

  Presley drew in a breath and headed for Jones’s office. This wasn’t going to be pretty. He didn’t really want to get involved but this issue between Sara and Jones had gone too far.

  Presley met Jones coming out of a teacher’s classroom. “We’re meeting in my office now,” he told her sternly. Jones looked at Sara, rolling her eyes, but fell in line with him.

  The office staff watched them tentatively as they marched into the office. Presley knew about office gossip and how the ladies talked about what was going on. Ms. Wimberly announced that she would bring in some coffee, but Presley told her they wouldn’t need it. She only wanted to come in and eavesdrop.

  Behind the closed doors of his office he urged the two ladies to have a seat while he sat on the edge of his desk, folding his arms across his chest. “Ladies, this has to end. What exactly is the problem?”

  Both Jones and Sara started to talk at once. Presley held his hands up. “No, no, no. One at a time.”

  Sara began to speak, but he cut her off. “Ms. Jones, you go first.”

  Jones smirked at Sara. “Well, I’m just trying to do my job so McGuire Prep may continue to carry on with its pristine reputation. If a staff member is not living up to that, I have to step in. Feelings are not what’s most important—are students are the most important thing. I have to do right by them.”

  Sara sucked her teeth. “Bullshit.”

  “Sara,” Presley warned, but she kept right on going.

  “This isn’t about the students or even you doing your job—this is straight-up jealousy. You think I don’t know it when I see it? I’ve been dealing with jealousy all my life. You’ve hated me from the second I stepped foot on this campus before you even knew what kind of employee I was. No matter what I did or didn’t do you were going to give me a hard time.”

  Jones narrowed her eyes at Sara. “Are you kidding me? What do you have for me to be jealous of?”

  Presley cringed and he wished she really hadn’t asked that question. Sara looked back and forth between the two of them and laughed. “You know what? I’m not taking that bait.” Sara turned her attention to Presley. “I want you to do my evaluations from now on and I want her to stay out of my office and stop harassing me.”

  “No one is harassing you,” Jones said. “Not everyone is going to kiss your ass in this life.”

  Sara sighed and glanced at the clock over Presley’s head. “I have a group session in a few minutes. Presley, what are you going to do about this? Something has to give.”

  Presley thought for a moment. He wanted to help Sara and he knew that Jones was in the wrong, but he wanted Sara to hurt. He wanted her to hurt just like she had hurt him by dating his father right after dumping him. What type of person did that? Sara had broken his heart twice now and he had done nothing but love her and try to make her happy. She obviously had no regard for Presley, so why should he care about her?

  He looked Sara in the eye. “Jones is putting you on a professional development plan. You have four weeks to improve your performance before other actions are taken.”

  Sara’s jaw dropped.

  “Hey,” Presley said. “I gave you an extra week. Jones only wanted to give you three. Anyway, that’ll be all ladies. I have some phone calls to make.”

  Presley knew that look Sara was giving him. He had only seen it once before when she was accusing him of cheating on her. She was too angry to speak and she was shaking. He felt a little sorry for her, but he had already sided with Jones and there was no going back. He also knew that he would be getting an earful from his father soon.

  Sara stomped out of th
e office slamming the door behind her. The walls of the office shook.

  Jones smiled and looked down at her nails. “She’s miserable. If we keep this up, we can expect a resignation later any day now.”

  “Yeah,” Presley muttered, but he couldn’t help but feel like a piece of shit.

  Chapter 7

  The following morning Presley was in his office before school began getting centered for the day. There was a lot going on. He had to present at an awards assembly that morning and then later on he had to meet with some members of the alumni committee along with the dean. He hated those meetings because he was always expected to kiss ass. And when he called students up for awards he always butchered some poor kid’s name.

  There was a light knock on the door. “Come in,” Presley called. The door opened slowly and Sara poked her head in.

  “Hey. Sorry to interrupt. You have a minute?”

  “Sure,” he said although he didn’t feel like talking to her. She looked as if she had been crying and that tugged at his heart a little. “What can I do for you?”

  She took her time lowering herself into a chair as if she were sore from working out. “I want to talk to you—Sara to Presley, not Ms. Snow to Principal McGuire.”

  He nodded. “Okay. Shoot.”

  “Listen, I understand that you may have some ill feelings toward me. Our relationship didn’t quite work out and I’m dating your father. I understand how weird and awkward that has to be for you and I’m really sorry.”

  Presley stared at her blankly because he wasn’t sure how to respond to that.

  “Anyway, you can hate me and be as pissed off at me as you want, but as the principal of this school, you’re not supposed to let that spill over into our professional lives. We both know what Jones is doing to me is wrong and we both know why she’s doing it. It has nothing to do with my performance, but everything to do with me dating your father.”