Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Secretary/Program/Relieve
“I can see your workload is getting to you,” you said, smiling at her clearly heated breathing and movements. Not too long ago you had been in the same position after you had to let a young girl go after only being able to see her undies. Fortunately you had a private bathroom in your office, so it was easy to take care of things.
“Sometimes I feel it get’s harder every year,” she answered a bit distracted, “perhaps I’m just getting too old for this work.”
“Nonsense!” you quickly replied, and it was true. She still had the aura of a woman in her prime, even if her body was bit on the plump side, it could be seen as a healthy complexion, and her face showed no signs of aging, and while her physique did nothing for you, it was clear that she would have no end of suitors if she were available, “I have some free time today, and it’ll be useful to know some of the students before they come to my office. So why not take a little break from work and let me finish that?” you offered, pointing at the student records she was capturing.
Mrs. Varano answered your smile, her face still flushed from your previous conversation, and nodded a bit, “perhaps I should…”
“In fact, why don’t you take the rest of the day,” you continued, “it’s almost over, and I can cover for you here,” even though it was clear Mrs. Varano shared at least some of your tastes, you really wanted to take this chance to make a good impression, a bit of you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours, “I’m sure Mr. Varano would be happy to help you relax if you greet him home early,” you finished with ill-disguised innuendo.
Mrs. Varano’s smile vanished in an instant, “Norbert… he… he’s no longer with us…” she said, her eyes downcast, “he’s dead… I mean,” she quickly added, stomping any thoughts they would be separated or worst.
“I’m sorry…” you said, feeling you had completely ruined the moment. Not really knowing how to react, you tried to grab her hand to comfort her, but she quickly retreated, “you do look like you need a break,” you continued, “so I can cover for you, really,” you assured her.
You could see her eyes in the brink of tears when she raised her head, but at the same time her expression was a mask of strength she’s practiced for years to achieve, “I… I’ll take you on that…” she agreed, getting up, “but I have to clear it with Leopold first,” she added, and quickly entered the headmaster’s office, leaving you alone.
You let out a big breath, sitting on her chair. While this hadn’t gone the way you expected, at least you knew a bit more about the secretary. You weren’t sure she was attracted to children, but she clearly fantasized about watching them have sex and getting pregnant. You should really invite her over on the first available opportunity, both to deepen her ties with the program, and to apologize for mentioning her deceases husband.
Mrs. Varano stayed in the headmaster’s office for a long time. The fact she refereed to him on a first name basis indicated they were more than coworkers, and you were worried she really needed all that time to calm herself after your faux-pas.
You have almost finished filing the students information when she finally appeared out the door. She looked much happier, but you quickly noticed she was blushing and it looked as if she had applied her makeover in a hurry, and… was her dress ridding up her tights?
“Mr. Gardner, you’re still here?” she asked with surprise at seeing you at her desk, “you really didn’t have to take over, I can finish that tomorrow,” she said quickly, her hands fixing her dress.
“You had enough work, and it’s my fault you felt… bad,” you said, not wanting to bring up the topic once more, “so this is the least I can do,” you signaled to the pile of folders already done, “I can see you’re much better, so why not let me finish and go home early today?” you said with a knowing smile.
“Yes… sure… I… thank you, Mr. Gardner, I… I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said and quickly walked off. You eyes followed her, and for a moment you thought you saw a dribble of something making it’s way down her inner tights. More than friends indeed, you thought, looking at the headmaster’s door.
Thinking about that, you quickly grabbed the folders and made a quick retreat to your office. If the headmaster came out, you really didn’t want to confront him with your new knowledge, you had the impression he wouldn’t take it as good as Mrs. Varano.