How to become a slut; The highschool years part 1

She was ready. She had heard all about what Mr. Ellis does to naughty new students and was prepared to put an end to the cruel manipulation she had heard other girls warn her about. One time he had even let other associates, female too, come in and watch his practices, daring his officials to test his authority. He was a conniving man that had learned how to get whatever he wanted out of his staff and students.
It was a cold day at the preparatory. Most of the girls were away with their families for winter break. However Gina’s family did not have the most loving members and when it was suggested that her perverted uncle take her for the holiday season she emailed back with any academic excuse she could think of. Even though she had become an excellent student, she definitely didn’t plan on spending her nights “studying for next semester”. She giggled to herself realizing how lame that excuse was. She had no clue what next years curriculum would really be. Besides she had accidentally met one of the boy’s from the exclusive school 5 miles down the road and planned to rendezvous.
Students were not allowed to leave the premises after dark, but Gina was a dare devil and a bit too curious for her own good. Some of the upper classmen had talked her into meeting up for a late night bonfire in the middle of the woods between the schools during last semester. The girls were popular and attractive and since she felt a need to fit in with her peers, she agreed. She remembered how hard her young, soft, pink nipples had become even though all the girls walked tightly together, arm to arm. The body heat of the young tribe of girls not being apparently enough warmth for young Gina.
As she walked to his office, she wondered if that was going to be the topic of their meeting. She wondered if he knew what went on out there in the woods. Those prep school boys definitely didn’t go out there to compare notes. Gina walked briskly, passing the secretary’s desk noticing how still the office was. Not a soul seemed to exist today besides herself and the horny, older man waiting for her behind a closed door. Normally she would have had her quiet thoughts interrupted by a bustling office scene, with eavesdropping employees and students within earshot of that expensively furnished room.
There was the door with opaque glass reading his prominent title before her. She suddenly became conscious of her uniform, wondering why she still chose to wear it even on break. The draft from the short black skirt brushed her soft cheeks. Gina never wore anything but thongs and suddenly realized how vulnerable that made her to sudden changes in atmosphere.
“Mr. Ellis?” Gina announced herself graciously by her statement upon opening the door and letting herself smoothly within the entrance.
“Ah, Mrs. Martin. Have a seat.”
“Yes sir.” She shimmied into a leather chair, pressing her thighs tightly together in an effort to warm the Goosebumps from her young skin.
“Why do you wear your hair like that Gina?” He motioned to a sloppy, bouncy bun tied high on her head. Her pretty natural blonde highlights cascaded from the knot of caramel, auburn hair piled high on her head. She felt the color rise in her cheeks not realizing she was still very beautiful messy and un-kept. She watched intently while his eyes roamed her slouching figure. Gina rose like a cat, shielding her embarrassed expression while she looked to the floor. She raised a hand to release the knot, her lovely locks falling past her shoulders and brushing her graceful cheek bones.
He stared deeply into her dark hazel eyes. Truly, she was lovely, as the last bit of sunset flooded the room and spotlighted on the girl of seventeen. She naively looked down at her protruding chest. He always made her feel self conscious and although he had not yet made a spectacle of her, she was aware of his power over the young women at that school. She reflected on the reactions of some of the molested girls he had played mercilessly with. Either they became perfect cock sucking sluts and were well known for being so, or they hid in corners, walking around with their pretty faces staring helplessly to the marble tiles of the hallways. What would he make her do? She decided than, not me.
She almost forgot her mission and let the confidence that she did have rise in her posture as she moved her perfect mouth to say what was necessary.
“Is that better sir? May I ask why you have called me in here on break?” She said watching a wide grin spread across Mr. Ellis’s face. He seemed impressed with her gall to address him so cocky. She looked quickly away, the lust in his eyes frightened her. She was not a virgin anymore but had never imagined being with an older man. It was too much like fucking her own father. She stared absent mindedly at the gold lettering engraved on the name plate sitting proudly on his large desk. “Headmaster Ellis” it read, almost saying to her he would fully own her, like a piece of property soon if she let him dominate her as he surely would try.
“Ms. Martin it has come to my attention that you and several of the other upper classmen in our school disregard the high standards I have set for curfew. Is that correct?”
“I’m not sure sir. What are you referring to.” Gina dared to look him dead on, encouraging him to blackmail her if he chose to.
“I believe your well aware of what I’m referring to.” Gina sat unmoved, stiffly straining her spine to keep perfect posture. She reached her hands deep into her school sweatshirt and shuddered as if the cold had forced her to do so. Carefully and quietly she slipped her finger down to the recording device resting where the pocket sagged gently to the crevice between her thighs. He continued saying, “Not only is it against the rules of our illustrious preparatory to leave school grounds without proper supervision as you are still a minor, but definitely inexcusable to leave after dark.