The door's window, tinted blue, read: Master Desmond TuTu, Principal. I clutched my hand around the knob, turned it and slowly opened the door with a creak. The room wasn't very large, the walls were white and were pretty barren except for a few pictures of himself and students. I saw a few people I used to know; they seemed to of left school. The floors carpet seemed to be stained as I walked along it towards the desk positioned in the centre of the room. He was sitting there, scribbling away on a piece of paper.
"Take a seat." he said to me, still looking at the sheet below him. His voice warm and calming. I took a seat on the big, black, leather chair in front of his desk. The chair let out a squeak as I sat on it. I put my hands in my lap and sat up straight.
"You wanted to see me sir?" I questioned him, stuttering. I was pretty nervous, I had never been sent to the headmaster's office before. As I completed my sentence, he looked up at me; the black, suited beast's eyes piercing through my skin, bit by bit before he opened his large, pinky lips.
"Good morning, Miss Jewel, thank you for coming, its a pleasure to see you." he says as he pushes himself out from the desk. I reached my hand out for him to shake but he seemed to ignore that gesture completely. I slowly brought my hand back towards me as Master TuTu moved towards the chair I was occuping. He placed his hands on the top of the chair; I am resonably tall so my head poked over the top of the chair. I felt as his hands slowly moved down the chair, towards my shoulders. His large, hairy hands gripped onto my shoulders, his thumbs running across my shoulder blades.
"Sir?" I asked him, I was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable. The headmaster was massaging my shoulders. His hands were rubbing across my back.
"Shh.." TuTu said, his big, fat, finger covering my mouth: silencing me. "I called you here..to uh..to.." He attempted to continue as he moaned between his words. I was worried, I could just hear the man wheezing and breathing heavily between words. He tried to continue as I could feel something pushing against my back from behind the chair. I put my hands on the arms of the chair to push myself up but as I elavted a few inches, my head was shoved back down.
"Don't move." Master TuTu said sternly. He began to move around the chair, I could hear him, I could feel him. Finally he was standing in front of me. My eyes level with his is groin. He knelt down so that he was staring at my in the eye, those piercing eyes. He placed his hands on my legs and began to stroke them.
"You're a very good girl Theresa." he said, hands still moving. "I've heard from Mr Spriggy.." he began to say before biting his lip. Which each hand movement, his hands moved further up my thighs and with each hand movement, the bulge in his trousers grew larger. I went to open my mouth to ask him something, but the next thing I knew, was a large hand silencing me. I closed my mouth, there was no point fighting the grip of his meaty hands. With one hand on my face, his second hand moved away from my leg, so that he touched himself. He moaned a little before standing up; the bulge was huge now. He moved towards me, grabbing my blouse and he began to unbutton my shirt.