Principal Schwartz was patrolling the hallway between classes on Friday, the day after the Westville football team had won the regional championship. The school was bursting with pride and Schwartz decided she needed to be seen in the halls to keep the jubilation down to an acceptable level.
She was dressed in her conservative gray suit with a skirt that came halfway down to her calves. Her blond hair was done up in its usual tight bun. Despite her frumpy style of clothes, nothing could hide the enormous swell of her breasts underneath her buttoned-up-to-the-neck white blouse.
She turned the corner of the hallway and the normally stern look she had on her face deepened unconsciously into a frown. Walking down the student-filled hallway was Sarah Stevens, the girls' physical education teacher and the youngest teacher at the school.
"Look at her joking and laughing with the students," thought Schwartz. "What she's wearing is practically indecent. Why doesn't she zip up that running top over her sports bra...Although, I'm sure that top would be too tight for those breasts...and those shorts! They're practically riding up her ass...WHAT! Did that student just grab her butt? No, she's still laughing and talking. I guess I was mistaken. Of course, all the men are ogling her. She's the most popular, while I'm treated like a leper...even the girls like her. She's the type of bimbo a husband would leave his wife for..." Schwartz gave herself a mental shake and thought, "No, I will not classify her as such. That's unfair. She should be popular with that win last night. Shit! Whatever possessed me to make that stupid bet with Hopper? I haven't got the foggiest idea how to pull it off...He is taking me to dinner and the theater...I was idiotic enough to try to enlist Stevens and Brown to help settle the bet."
Disgusted, Principal Schwartz turned around abruptly to put some distance between her and Sarah Stevens.
"Oooof!"
Schwartz collided with another person coming around the corner. Schwartz rocked back on her heels and grabbed the person's arms to maintain her balance. The person reached up with both hands and grabbed the sides of Schwartz's mammoth tits, pushing them together, in an effort to keep from falling over. Schwartz looked down to see a white cap and uniform that was unbuttoned enough to show a generous amount of cleavage.
"Nurse Brown, are you alright?" asked Schwartz.
"Principal Schwartz!" exclaimed Cindy Brown, who was the school's nurse and almost identical to Sarah Stevens, except that she was tanned and had brown hair, while Sarah was fair-skinned and blond. As Cindy and Sarah were as tight as two peas in a pod, they both shared in Schwartz's jealousy. "I'm fine...yourself?"
"It was entirely my fault," said Schwartz. "I turned around without looking." She stopped talking for a second and looked down. "Do you mind?"
Cindy followed her gaze and was shocked to see that her hands were holding onto the sides of Schwartz's huge breasts. Worse still, her fingers were flexing involuntarily as if they were massaging the cloth-covered globes. Cindy snatched her hands back as if they were scalded. What she did not need was to be fired on a sexual harassment charge.
"I'm sorry. It's just that I was falling over and..." stammered Cindy.
"It's alright, Nurse Brown," said Schwartz distractedly, still mulling over the problem of her bet.
"Is everything okay, Principal Schwartz?" asked Cindy, tentatively. What Schwartz had said sounded like an apology, which was the last thing she had expected from the principal. "Do you really want Miss Stevens and me to help you tomorrow?"
"That was what I was thinking about," answered Schwartz. "I'm canceling the whole bet."
"Why?" asked Cindy in astonishment. "A man at your beck and call for 24 hours who has to do anything you tell him to? Why did you make the bet in the first place then?"
"Principal Hopper and I go back to high school. He was a stuck-up, arrogant prig then and even more so today. He got under my skin and insulted this school. That's why I made the bet. I shudder to think what could have happened if I had lost. He's already made dinner reservations and purchased the theater tickets, so he'll be inconvenienced. I just wish he could be taught some humility."
"Hold on, I'm getting an idea," said Cindy quickly.
"I'm not going to like this, am I?" asked Schwartz sternly.
"What you don't know won't hurt you, right?' asked Cindy meekly. "Look, give me an hour to see if I can set this up."
With that said, Cindy walked away. Principal Schwartz sighed heavily, straining the buttons on her blouse and jacket. She shook her head and headed down the hallway to silence a group of boisterous students.
Cindy headed down the hallway and took the stairs up to the second floor. She knew Tim Marino and Joe Stewart, the offensive and defensive captains of the football team, had English class together. She caught up with them outside their classroom. She motioned them to come over to a quiet corner on the hallway.
"Guys, I need five or six men who can keep their mouths shut tomorrow night from about 10 PM until after 8 in the morning," she said without any preamble.
"And what do you need us for?" asked Tim with a knowing smile.
"Exactly what you think," stated Cindy, returning his smile and thrusting out her large chest. "Miss Stevens will also be there."
"I'm in," said Tim and Joe nodded also. "Do you want football players or...?"
"I need guys with stamina, who can think, and keep their mouths shut," replied Cindy.
"How about Adam Oliver and Jeremy Dean?" suggested Joe. "I know they're geeks, but they became cool geeks after that swimming class with Miss Stevens. The two characters, Dan and Brian, in the class with them were starting to make boasts and those two shut them down. I heard Jeremy busted up Dan's cellphone. Both of them have taken up swimming regularly."
"We can get a couple others without any problems, but how are we going to get away from our parents for a night?" asked Tim.
"Camping trip," replied Joe. "You know, the last minute thing to get away from all this hero worshipping and adoration."
"Sounds great," said Cindy, enthusiastically. She then gave them both a sly smile. "After that rough game last night, I should give you both physicals."
"Uh, can I take a raincheck on that?" asked Tim. "I've got a date with Nicky Pearson tonight. I wouldn't want my performance to suffer."
"I got a hot date, too," stated Joe, a little ruefully. He then smiled widely. "You should contact Adam and Jeremy as soon as possible to see if they can make it."