Principal's Whore.

I chewed on my bottom lip nervously as I wait for my name to be called into the office. I didn't think I did anything that bad, only fucked the teacher, so they found out and told me to go to the office.

I was twenty-two and in college. Of course, my college made a big deal about these kind of things. I was scared though. I can't get kicked out.

"Miss. Claire." The secretary frowned at me as she walked out of the principal's office. "Mr. Jackson will see you now."

I took in a shaky breath and nodded, twiddling my thumbs. I stood up from the comfy chair and pushed open the door to my principal's office.

I shut the door.

"Again, Miss. Claire?" Mr. Jackson scowled. "This is the second time this month."

"I know, and I'm sorry, but I beg of you, I'll do anything!" And I was stating the truth.

"Anything?" He smirked, starring down at me. "Lock the door and come over here."

I was confused, but nodded. I grabbed the lock to the door and turned it, walking over to the Mr. Jackson's desk.

"Lay across the desk."

"What?"

"I said lay across the desk!" He slammed his hand on my bum and I squealed in surprise. I bent over the desk.

"So, you like fucking the teachers, huh?" He growled, slamming his hand on my bum again. I cried out, clenching the desk. "Answer me!"

"Yes!" I cried out, biting on my lower lip.

"Was the sex better than me?"

"Ye-Yes?"

He smirked. "Is that so?"

He gripped my shorts and pulled them off, flipping me over on the desk. "You're so lucky the walls are sound proof." He growled, taking off my top.

TO BE CONTINUED.