School Yard Games
3
Food for Thought
A/N: Okay some of you are confused, most of you seem to be enjoying it. . . Some of you are questioning the humanness of this story. . . Mawhahahaha- yes that is my super Villain laugh and I went there. . . .while on the subject of super villain laughs...I am just gonna toss you this chapter, like a grenade I pulled the pin on...and run for cover Mawhahahaha!
Enjoy JoxX. . .
A couple of minutes later she appeared at the door, "Boss?"
I swallowed loudly, "Come in and shut the door," I ordered.
"Yes master." Pam saluted as she closed the door.
"I am sorry, but fuck for the first time in my career I feel…"
"Like you're in over your head?" she finished for me, I simply nodded in agreement. "I have just spent the morning with Amelia. Brain of the fucking US with a body made for sin... I have never wanted to lick someone so badly in all my life, what's got your panties in a bunch Northman?" she quirked an eyebrow at me.
"Sookie. I let her get totally under my skin, she fucking psychoanalysed me and she was right. Spot on in fact." I laughed a defeated laugh, "All I wanted to do was push her on the desk and fuck her 'til she begged me to stop- shit they are school kids. Fuck, fuck. Aaand I just said that out loud," I kicked the paper bin.
Pam got up, she pulled me up and put me on the couch and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. "Pam what the fuck are you doing?" I'm in no mood for her shit too.
"I am taking one for the team, Northman. You can rub one out or we can fuck like high schoolers and maybe function well enough to get through this day," with that she yanked up her skirt to reveal she wasn't wearing any panties only stockings. I swallowed this was not how I had envisioned this first day going. "It's not like we've not done it before, so let just do this already. My fucking pussy is like a jungle drum, she came on that fucking strong to me I nearly cried, having to say no," with that she straddled my lap, un zipping me and pulling my length out all in one fast move.
"It won't be gentle," I warned giving into my lust.
"Goody," she smiled, only when Pam smiled it looked totally lethal; like she would just as easily kill me as fuck me.
I flipped her round on the couch, thrusting into her in one stroke. She cried out at my size, I grabbed her hair and held still for a moment allowing her to adjust. With a tight grip on her hair I slammed into her. Urgh. Hair pulling was something that really flicked Pam's bic. Seeing as she had been nice enough to offer her services to me, the least I could do was make it good for her, even thought she usually batted for the all girl team.
I reached forward grabbing her nipple, pinching it roughly, "Ah fuck, yesss," she called. I pulled all the way out till only my tip was inside and slammed into her a few times. "Enough - quit playing back there and bring me," she panted out.
I fucked her in steady a rhythm wishing it was another blonde under me . Even that made me cringe. Like a neon sign in my mind flashed up and said: PERVERT. My fingers found her swollen clit and pinched it. "Arrghh, God yes" Pam called as she came with a couple of more thrusts I spilled myself deep inside her. We collapsed on the couch in a heap.
We were both clean and Pam couldn't get pregnant, you had to have a womb for that, anyone else I would have practically double bagged it. You could say we were best friend, sometimes with benefits.
"Damn Northman if I didn't like the ladies so much, I'd consider having a permanent arrangement with you."
"My heart bleeds; not enough to turn you straight then Ravenscroft," I smirked as we righted ourselves.
"That only happens in all good male fantasies. I am afraid I love pussy as much as the rest of the guys. But as fucks go it was effective, so don't beat yourself up Northman. Thank you, I'll now be able to cope with little miss pink, perky nipples."
"You've seen her nipples?" I asked getting an entirely new image in my head which would only lead to more problems.
"Couldn't miss them when she thrust them in my face with no bra and a fucking see thru shirt… damn if they weren't the perkiest titties I've ever seen...Urgh. I am stopping this conversation now before we need to rub another one out," she had been touching her breast and looking dreamy. Fuck.
"Good plan. What else you find out apart the colour of your student's nipples," I smirked watching her squirm.
"Sounds so sordid when you say it like that, like we are both big pedo's… when we have both fucked eighteen year olds before and had no problems. Shit, I need to get my head in the game." I chuckled at her assessment. If the boys back in the office could see the ice queen now. Pam and I had always had a special relationship. Sookie had been right about one thing, I did catch my wife cheating, but it was with Pam. I'd set it up so I would catch her and not have to pay her half of everything. Pam was more than happy to help, having always much admired Sophie Ann. That bitch fucked everything and wore my balls as accessories.
"I've found out that this is the Stepford school, Eric these kids are the smartest kids I've ever come across. Next time the Bureau has a recruitment drive they need to just come here. Did you know five pupils are taking doctorates this year. Every pupil has near perfect attendance, their computer systems were all designed by Bill Compton three years ago, he was 15 for Christ sakes! They are the most sophisticated and easy to use programmes I've ever come across. All the school food is organic and grown on school property, therefore the cafeteria can afford to buy organic meat. Diet drinks are banned… all of it is Miss Stackhouse's doing, part of her healthy body, healthy mind programme that she began four years ago- aged fourteen.
This school has no obesity, no class divides, no racism. Younger children are tutored by older kids, the only people that seem pissed off are the teachers. You would think this school should be full of kids all about to burn out due to over-achieving, but no. What kind of fucking school is this? I mean none of this was on the reports we got or the brief… what- the - fuck, I feel like I've been stitched up."
"Pam I have no idea. All I know is that the hottest eighteen year old I've ever laid eyes on is also the smartest, and somehow according to you, has managed with her buddies to turn this school into some sort of education utopia. We are here to look at the parents for connections to international espionage. If these are the kids, what the fuck are the parents going to be like?"
"Well sir, we will find out this weekend. We have both been invited to a cook-out and fundraiser, on Saturday." Pam said, but there was something in the way she said fundraiser.
"Fundraiser? Let me guess Bon Temps High space programme ?" I joked.
Pam raised her eyebrow and scoffed, "Close… their rocket programme… some of the students are interested in tracking atmospheric changes." Pam spoke in an over-enthusiastic voice, imitating girly excitement.
"Of course," I just shook my head, as the bell just rang. "Lunch?" I asked intrigued as to what the organic cafeteria was going to offer.
"Let's" Pam answered as she raised herself up.
We entered the cafeteria which seemed to be in full jungle swing. Seconds later a loud whistle sounded, in an instant the whole place was deathly quiet. I looked around for who had blown the whistle, seeing lil' Miss Six Pack stalking towards us a shiny silver whistle hang round her neck, her jeans strapped on like a second skin, looking like she belonged in some hot new music video. Amelia appeared next to Pam eye fucking her as she looked at her.
Suddenly I felt a hot body squeezing in between me and Pam, looking down to see Sookie as she inhaled deeply, shooting both Pam and I a look she smirked. Busted.
"Nice, perfume" she whispered, definitely busted. She looked really amused, her blue eyes glittering. Tara slid up next to us turning to face the student body.
Sookie addressed the cafeteria, "Please join me in welcoming our new Principal, Mr Northman and our new guidance teacher Ms Ravenscroft. We will be keeping our regular office hours until they are more settled in their new roles." WTF? What students keep office hours? The hall rang out in applause.
"Also this Saturday we have our fundraiser by the lake, remember this is your last chance to win private tuition with myself, Amelia or Tara so get buying those tickets." As soon as she spoke the pupils went quiet. At the mention of winning tuition they looked genuinely excited. Tuition equals school work, right? I though kids didn't like being in school.
"Principal Hotness here, drives a cherry red corvette?" Tara smiled licking her lips. Okay, where is this going? I couldn't help but preen a little at her nickname for me- what? I work out, take care of myself- I am hot.
"Car wash, car wash, car wash" the students chanted, Tara pulled Sookie next to her facing us not before Sookie goosed my ass dangerously close to my ball sack. Amelia slid up next to Sookie draping herself over Sookie as Tara straddled one of her legs.
"So Mr Northman how much would you pay us to wash your car? We have rockets to launch, theories to write," Tara spoke in a seductive tone her dark skin beautiful next to Sookie's golden tan Amelia offering yet more contrast with her milky white skin. Did I mention how totally fucked I was? I groaned internally. "How about you Ms Ravenscroft?" she asked.
Before I get the chance to answer, a guy built like a brick shit-house with a mess of black hair and green eyes shouted "one thousand dollars Sookie, if you detail my back seat, as well." That was met with laughter and wolf whistles. The girls turned towards him, I could clearly see Amelia fondling Sookie's ass. Dear God. Sookie's hand was up under Tara's excuse for a top at the back. Sweet, sweet baby Jesus. Fuck. Urgh. Maxine in a bikini, Maxine in a bikini- come on picture it you dumb ass before you salute the whole school- freak.
"Alcide if you think you're a big enough boy, you are on. But last time we all know you cried to your mamma, and I hadn't even started." She laughed, the rest of the school joined in.
The boy grinned, scratching his belly which was toned. If I had looked like that in my last year of school; I'd have got no school work done, I'd have just been fucking everything with a pulse. Instead of looking embarrassed, he answered, "I think I can take it this time… if you make me cry again I'll pay two thousand." Jesus what was this girl gonna do?
"Wolf boy you got yourself a deal," she smiled the canteen erupted in howls and laughs.
"I'd like some of that action," shouted a shortish skinny boy with powerful shoulders and messy strawberry blond hair.
"Boy toy, we know you do, so what you gonna give us Sam… you know we'd do anything for money..." Tara grinned.
"...If it's for a good cause." Sookie and Amelia finished with a giggle. It was like watching the discovery channel and a train wreck all in one, I just couldn't take my eyes off them and apparently I was not alone. Urgh. Well, day one and my spank bank was full. Shit. Hello, students! You fucking pervert… does that mean anything to you? Apparently not.
"We'll see Stackhouse, how generous you can make me feel by the end of the week," the boy answered that got him pats on the back and round of applause.
"Oh a player… Hummm" the noise she made at the end was sexual and made my already throbbing cock twitch. "Well Merlotte, now you're speaking my language... you know I like a challenge," she licked her lips.
"Guess it's a cook out and a car wash now," she smile Amelia slipping her hand further down Sookie's shorts. Shit. Sookie leaned over and nipped her ear with perfect white teeth. Mmmm. So screwed. Maxine in a bikini- G-string biki...what?
"While we got your attention, my new pole-dancing classes start this week on Thursday night for those that are interested," Tara said. Fuck. Shit. Urgh! Oh my God I am hallucinating I could have sworn she said pole-dancing classes. Shit, all the blood rushing to my cock must be making me light headed. So screwed. The Triplets left us standing there in a state of shock and arousal.
"Eric," I heard but it sounded far off. I felt a sharp elbow in my ribs looking down at Pam who looked as flustered as I'd ever seen her, sporting the fakest of grins. "Eric," she hissed.
"Did she say pole dancing classes?" my voice small sounded even foreign to me.
"Yes, we are so fucked. Let's eat."
Lunched passed with a host of introductions and shiny new smiling faces. The food was amazing. I like my food and this was the best food I'd had in a long time, like real home cooking.
A red-headed girl with braces and freckles pointed out that the meal was one third of my daily vitamins and minerals, as calculated by Miss Stackhouse; she did all the menus for the school. Every pupil we came across had one thing in common, they hero worshiped the Triplets.
I couldn't wait for the day to finish. I had agreed to have dinner with Pam, meeting her at a little Italian place in Monroe.
Poor Eric and Pam...What about that dirty lemon?