Power divest those who do not have it
Being my last year in high school, I was punished in detention since last week. This day, it was my turn to serve in those tasks that were left behind by the quartermaster area in the ignored warehouse that was located next to the school administration, to be exact; I was assigned to tidy up an area that had been decades without even shaking the dust and cobwebs, especially a large shelf that is located at the back. I soon discovered that the wall connected to Mrs. Winter's office. She was the woman in charge of the academic and administrative management of the campus.
My job was to arrange the boxes that were contained in a series of shelves located on that wall. I never expected that when I moved one of those boxes located at the top, I would find a ventilation grill that connected to Mrs. Winter's office, from where you can see a general view of it. We are talking that if you placed a security camera in the point I am referring to, you would cover everything necessary to obtain a good surveillance.
I was pleasantly surprised to see Director Winter enter her office, and immediately after closing the door, she lifted her skirt with the intention of adjusting her stockings that were attached to a garter belt. I could only see that she does indeed possess a nice pair of thighs, pale and grazing in contrast to the shiny stockings that gave her that look of sensual sophistication that women acquire when wearing such items as part of their personal grooming.
She seemed to be very interested in highlighting the impeccability of her usual appearance, with a hand mirror she began to touch up her makeup and made sure her hair was in order. The actions continued on her desk in a systematic way. I could sense a certain fanaticism for order, which explained to me a good part of her martial behavior that bordered on obsessive.
A few minutes later, Nancy, the sweet administrative assistant, appeared in the doorway. A middle-aged woman who seemed to be part of the school's assets, very dedicated to her job and who always had a warm attitude for anyone unlucky enough to be sent to the school administration.
Nancy was announcing the arrival of a peculiar subject, whose presence seemed to be of great importance, as that explained why Principal Winter had been paying attention to all those details I mentioned.
My senses could not believe what they witnessed; the woman was sitting at her desk, while on the other side was that mysterious man with the face of a corporate executive. So far, there was nothing irregular or out of place. But the dialogue was perfectly audible to me. Basically, this elegant man of impeccable appearance and fine manners was handing her a yellow envelope full of bills that he had taken out of his expensive briefcase, while the conversation turned to some contracts related to the purchase of new furniture and the upcoming remodeling of the school gymnasium.
Mrs. Winter promised to give preference to the company he represented at the next school board meeting, arrogantly arguing;
"That she had the upper hand, having this group of imbeciles under her control."
I saw the man's face light up at those words, and he promised Mrs. Winter a sum double that contained in the envelope, once the contract was signed with the approval of the school board, which would take place next week.
The principal's tone was unusually friendly with the man, who suggested a formal invitation to dinner to clarify details with others in the firm involved in the matter. The director was standing in front of him, leaning on her desk, adopting a certain suggestive and playful posture. I immediately saw that she was leaning over to whisper something in his ear, I can only imagine that in addition to the contract, there would be some kind of very special dessert after that dinner.
And this I assume from the way I saw the man's eyes light up and the way he smiled at her in response, as she stroked his arm. My common sense suggested to me that those stockings held up by a garter belt were implied. Only that night they would be black, and perhaps they would come ornamented with some lace in the complementary garments worn by Mrs. Winter, to properly entertain her mysterious financial benefactor.
I avoided making any kind of noise while I waited for the two of them to leave the office, and then I put the boxes back on the shelf and took the dead file to be destroyed, as I had been instructed to do.
So many things were now being explained to me, and I could not help but link the recent purchase of that new car from Mrs. Winter last month, which coincided with the work on the campus that was completed last week.
Part of my time in detention required me to report to Mrs. Winter at the end of the day. For her to reluctantly and with her distinctive arrogance supervise the series of forced labor to which I was committed, in exchange for not being expelled after my parents' negotiation with the high school principal. After being accused and found guilty of having detonated a stink bomb in the locker room, just when the girls were in the showers. As was customary after sports class.
It was just an innocent prank that would prove amusing to the entire campus. The effect was enhanced, as soon as I added some smoke to that part of the building with the help of a riot grenade, which I previously stole from my neighbor's father's arsenal. Then I sounded the fire alarm after having stolen the towels from the locker room, this caused a whole nudist show which, by the way, brought a pleasing visual delight to all my schoolmates.
There were those who wanted to bring criminal charges against me, as soon as the images captured by some fellow students, began to leak on the network that same day, becoming a kind of trending topic that caused a lot of commotion in some media.
It was not my fault that many of the girls had bodies of such sublime anatomical perfection. I think several of them should thank me for the exposure that brought more than one of them substantial modeling offers. And in the case of Jenny Konowsky; she now enjoys the spotlight as she begins a career in the adult entertainment industry.
Such has been her success in the last month, that she has even dropped out of school. And the last time I saw her, she was aboard a fabulous convertible car, which she paid for with the advance of her juicy contract with a famed production company, not to mention all the kind of luxury items she boasts daily on her Instagram account, where she posts photos with the minimum amount of clothes on her body, as allowed by the guidelines of that social network.
And in other cases like the other girls in my class, who now boast of being "Influencers." and all their publications, make them very light on clothes. Many of them now have sponsorship from firms like Maclaclan's, a famous manufacturer of panties and bras.
And what have I received in return for being the factor that helped them become famous? A two-month period of punishment! Did I force them to pose every day in their panties for their Instagram accounts? Nor have I received thanks in return for helping them capitalize their bank accounts through daily validation of their exhibitionism. But somehow, life has brought me another kind of reward, which I took advantage of just this day.
Mrs. Winter appeared down the corridor as I stood waiting by the door of her office, I must confess that her attitude filled with disdain and that air of smugness that she displays at all times, gives her a certain charm that produces an unusual kind of guilty pleasure when I see her.
Of course, this haughty woman knows exactly how best to make the most of her physical attributes at her glorious 45 years of age. I am not at all ashamed to recognize here how hypnotic I find the cadenced way she walks, and I can't help but imagine what kind of garments she is wearing under the sobriety of that black skirt and the formality of the sweater she chose to wear for that meeting with that guy I was able to witness.
I smile at her with a certain lack of complacency as soon as I perceive the haughtiness of her gaze as she meets me at the door of her office, where she tells me to come in and give her a detailed account of all my work that day.
