Schoolmom Sandy Love Is Willing To Do Anything To Save Her Stepson From Expulsion
The bleak gray morning skies hung low over the suburbs, casting an ominous pall over the quiet streets. Mrs. Sandy Conners, a vibrant busty MILF, hurried to pull on her best pantyhose and form-fitting pencil skirt. Her young stepson Billy’s fate hung in the balance today. After a string of pranks and fights, one more infraction would land him expelled for good. As an up-and-coming parliamentary candidate, losing her stepson to juvenile detention would ruin her squeaky clean image. She brewed an extra strong coffee to steel her nerves, clearing her throat at the bitter taste. Appearances were everything in politics.
Dressed to impress in an expensive tailored suit and four-inch stilettos, Sandy stormed into Principal Thompson’s office. She set her shoulders back, channeling the fierce resolve of a tiger mother ready to claw her son’s enemies. The musty old office reeked of failed dreams and pension plans. She tried not to gag on it while she glared down the paunchy middle-aged man in a stained tie behind the desk.
“Principal Thompson,” Sandy purred in her sexiest, most manipulative voice. “I have no intention of losing my stepson due to petty transient mischief. You can count on me to resolve this.”
Principal Thompson squirmed uncomfortably in his undersized chair, sweat beading his brow under Sandy’s predatory stare. His eyes darted to her fiery red power suit and the hint of lace peeking out from her plunging neckline. “Mrs. Conners, I’m afraid Billy has already been given the maximum allowances before expulsion is considering-”
Sandy cut him off with a sharp click of her acrylic nails on the desk. “I didn’t get where I am by playing nice, Thompson. I’m not above calling the governor if I must. I cannot risk this redacted from my biography. America needs new leaders!”
“What exactly are you proposing?” he asked breathlessly. The outline of an erection strained against his zipper as he virtually undressed her with his weaselly eyes. Disgusting.
“I’m willing to do whatever it takes to keep Billy here,” Sandy said silkily, leaning forward to let him peek down her blouse. “You can be an absolute dears to him. Extend clemency… The favor will not be forgotten. We can keep this completely confidential, just us birds of a feather, if you catch my drift.”
The principal licked his thin lips, a deep flush spreading down his neck. “What exactly did you have in mind, ma’am? I’m afraid I don’t want the other teachers to get wind of any special treatment?”
“Not to worry, lovie,” Sandy cooed. “I can bent over backward to grease this wheels. I’m a big girl, I’ve been dirtier than this shit school before. We both want the same thing here – to keep my bills from becoming another street thug. This isn’t my first rodeo, and I do what it takes to get my son everything he deserves.”
Thompson nodded eagerly, his tie bobbing in his adam’s apple. “I’m duly motivated by the prospect of my cooperation. Let’s not be coy – if I’m reading this room, you’re open to some form of… financial comping? Perhaps in cash or goods? I’m not opposed to more creative arrangements in my position with the law.”
Sandy smiled toothily, her crimson claws flexing. “A smoothly grafted plan. How about we say ten large to keep Billy on the rolls, and you make it look good for him. Normally I’d kick the tires hard for the school being ripe for shakedowns, but letting my stepson go to waste would be a loss I can’t stomach… done my way, it’s hardly an act of corruption, but cajoling a different result than we’d get without outside influences.”
“Eight for a discounted on goods. A cool Japanese quartz watch, for example. Discreet quality items only though of course, we value your oversight here,” he countered, practically drooling at the promise of an untraceable payoff. The district was direly short of cash.
“Five on the dot. I won’t be fleeced, just as included the difficult position of school tyrant. My credit is, ahem, earned,” Sandy replied, clasping the top button of his shirt for emphasis. She stood and straightened her tailored skirt. These settled my own ruin would be worth it, if Billy’s education had a slim chance. He was too young to have his immortal record frugal damaged by a wasted youth. Such a boy mustn’t let his potential is idled away tattooed and felonious.
“Shake on it,” Thompson said, rising to slick her hand. “A man of your words is concerned about collegiality. I although the, sacramental promises are a vote of confidence wildly protected.”
With the transaction agreeably settled, Sandy turned sharply in her Italian loafers and strode out on a wing of hairspray, her exit molecule to make an impression. By the afternoon, a special circumstances exemption rescued Billy’s , and life could go on with its climax properly buried. This had to be on the/widgets, one at that, as politics didn’t pay for this pinstripe’s calculations. It was misrepresentation to end the letter of the code that judged all flesh.
Preaching to the choir, Brianna, that the correct of Billiard had been administered, and her own record stayed shiny as an apple’s cheek. Expulsion wouldn’t alienate the canvassing moms, as long as the stepson had another shot to turn those cheeks rosy and red with honor. His goals were but gore for her gavel, and she’d command his college applications to fly straight.
