Thursday May 15th I wouldn?t say Mr LeMay was putty in my hands... but I think I can say ?mission accomplished.? I would like to think that I came away with my pride intact. I bumped into a gorgeous Asian girl named Rupi in the dining hall. She?s relocated from New York and she wants to join the Cheerleading team. I expect to see more of her later. It was the day of my appointment with the Principal. Yes, I was nervous, but I knew the ball was in my half of the field and it was my game to lose. I had gone to bed in two minds about what to wear for my big day. I could do the whole ?All American Cheerleader? thing, with my hair in bunches, impossibly short skirt and crisp white top. I nearly did that, but he is the Principal when all said and done and he deserved some respect. First impressions were everything, so I opted for a more sophisticated look - smart but sexually suggestive. So it was shower and waffles and then a question of hand picking my wardrobe for the day. I started off with candy pink bra and panties. My bra was a half cup, which gave my boobs just the right amount of lift. I stood in front of the mirror in a day dream and contemplated what LeMay would make of me at that moment. I stepped closer to the mirror admiring myself in a brazen display of narcissism and ran my fingers over my belly and down over the front of my pink panties. There was something oddly erotic about seeing myself, imagining what he would do if the Principal were there. I squeezed my breasts through my bra and ran the fingers of my other hand between my legs. My labia were puffy and swollen as a result of my naughty mental meanderings. The appropriate thing to do would be to lie on my bed and pleasure myself with my dildo, but there simply wasn?t time. I consoled myself with the thought that I would receive ample satisfaction later, if I played my cards right. I continued to dress, putting on caramel pantyhose and a short grey skirt. I had a choice of
Acıbadem Escort tops and plumped for my light cerise blouse, with cream buttons. It was a close enough fit, so that it flattered my breasts, but still looked a little business-like. I might only be seventeen but I wanted to show Mr LeMay what a big girl I was. White cotton socks, red lollypop and my ass hanging out would have been too obviously provocative. I wanted to demonstrate to the top man that I had a little culture as well as being a self-proclaimed slut. There was a buzz around college. Not sure why. Maybe I was hyper sensitive in my excited state, anticipating the hour when I would have to make my move. I sat in the large lecture theatre, staring at the lectern and chatted to JJ as we waited for the lecturer to arrive. ?Are you nervous, Danny?? ?A little, but I?m in control.? ?He?s a real dish; I?m a bit jealous if I?m honest.? ?Ah well, maybe you?ll get the chance.? ?I?ll expect a full report Danny girl!? ?You?ll get it baby, don?t worry. Say, have you met Rupi?? ?No? Who?s Rupi?? ?Oh she?s gorgeous. She?s an American Indian.? ?Danny! It?s native American.? ?What?? ?She?s a native American!? ?No she isn?t! You haven?t even met her, butt freak!? ?Ha ha! Danny, you?re crazy today.? ?Anyway, she?s gorgeous. Her parents are from India I think.? ?Oh! You mean she?s an Indian American!? ?Yeah, why, what did I say?? ?American Indian.? ?Did I? Well you know, it must be my nerves I guess!? And so the conversation continued until Mr Fawcett arrived. He?s often known to be late for his own lectures, so it was no huge surprise. An hour and fifteen later, I was taking a deep breath and mentally preparing myself for my appointment. It was only a couple of weeks until the cheerleading awards were handed out and I didn?t want to leave anything to chance. I lippied up in the loo and made sure my hair was just so before making my way to LeMay?s office.
Acıbadem Escort Bayan I looked like I was going for an interview at Bloomingdales rather than a disciplinary with the Principal. I had chosen my tactics and I had to play to my strengths. I resolved to be contrite and yet outrageously sexy. I knocked on the door and waited. There was a bit of a pause and then a single, deep, ?Come in.? Mr LeMay was seated at his desk. It was a luxurious piece of furniture; macassar veneer and a proper Edwardian ink well and one of those Newton?s cradle things. The Principal was a man who exuded authority. His body language said ?this is my space ? I own this office.? He was besuited. A smart grey brown with gold cufflinks on his shirt. The creases on his collar were sharp enough to slice your finger. He looked like he had just had his hair cut. Short, grizzled and a liberal amount of gel. He looked at without smiling and ran his finger over a writing pad on his desk. ?Marsh. Danielle Marsh?? ?Yes Sir.? ?I only see young ladies in here for two reasons, Miss Marsh. Commendations and severe disciplinary issues...? ?I?? ?I haven?t finished, Miss Marsh.? I stood to attention, taking his reproof and cursed myself for interrupting. ?I am sorry to see that in your case it?s the latter.? He nodded, indicating it was my turn to speak. ?Yes Sir. It was a lapse of judgement on my part, for sure.? Mr LeMay sat back in his swivel chair causing the leather to make a satisfying crunching noise. ?I would hardly call fellatio on school property, a lapse of judgement. It?s a flagrant disregard for the standards to which we aspire.? I looked down at my shoes and looked up, focusing on the Principal, with what I hoped was my most deliciously endearing expression. ?I see that you made the final eight for Cheerleader of the Year.? ?Yes, Sir. It?s an honour. It?s regrettable that I should have transgressed an? all, at that time.?
Escort Acıbadem ?Indeed.? ?I?m aware that performing oral sex on college premises is not the done thing, but I?m young.? ?Is that an attempt at an apology, Miss Marsh?? ?Not exactly, Sir. It?s merely an acknowledgement of the facts. It?s known that I give good head and I didn?t consider the consequences.? Mr LeMay flinched visibly at my response, but I kept my cool. ?I appreciate the effort that you have gone to, Miss Marsh in attending this interview, dressed respectfully.? I could tell that he had pretended to ignore my flagrantly sexual remarks, but a girl knows when a guy is ruffled. This man though was a pro. He had a cool head, but I saw a slight weakness in his armour. ?I choose my clothes carefully, Sir. Right down to the color of my panties, so you know. A girl never knows when she might be called upon for inspection.? He gulped. I definitely saw his larynx bob. This was getting interesting. I was treading a fine line, but I knew what I was doing. He was more assured and hard-edged than I had imagined, so I was hoping that I could out-finesse him. ?I see. Well underwear inspection is not part of our curriculum.? ?Well maybe y?all should re-think that, Sir.? I did my best to stifle a giggle. ?I don?t think flippancy will assist you right now, Danielle.? ?Just saying, Sir. What with all the girls who go without panties an?all.? ?Is that a common practice!? ?Maybe. I?m a good girl, Sir, got my panties nice and neat, look!? I pulled up my skirt, displaying my pink panties through my pantyhose. ?Miss Marsh!? I turned round so he could see my butt. ?Just demonstrating, Sir. ?Pantyhose.? ?Excuse me, Sir?? ?It?s not often I see girls with pantyhose. All you Cheerleaders ? it?s normally bare legs and socks.? Mr LeMay was definitely thawing. I sensed I was close to a breakthrough. ?Do you like pantyhose, Sir?? ?Miss Marsh, we shouldn?t be? why, yes.? ?That?s okay, some men do.? I took the liberty of moving closer to his side of the desk. ?Would you like to feel them? Stroke my pantyhose, I mean?? Suddenly I saw a different LeMay looking at me, his puppy dog eyes staring at me, like a kid on Christmas. ?Maybe just a little?? I stepped up to his chair and lifted my skirt by the hem.
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