If I hated school when I was a kid, now I detest it. I dropped out at fifteen, joining the club as soon as they’d let me drive. I was a legacy. My dad was a founding member. He helped build the clubhouse we live in with his own hands. School was just a way to pass time before it was my turn to take the torch. And I haven’t looked back since.
But now that I’m a dad, I know I can’t act that way around Maddie. School is a means to an end. If I had a boy, it might be different. Maybe I’d treat him like my old man did by telling him to slack off, forget the homework and books. But I want a better life for Maddie outside the club. Girls like her, smart ones who’ve got genuine brains, don’t belong. I don’t want her driving the cage while her husband does some drug runs. That ain’t what I've got planned for her.
“Miss Springer’s that one.” Maddie points towards a small woman in a navy blue cardigan and mint green dress. Her long brown hair flows down her shoulders and she fiddles with it as she stands nervously to the side. Unlike the rest of the teachers, she’s looking out towards her students, waving goodbye to each of them as they go.
As the last bus disappears, I notice that I haven’t taken my eyes off of her. She’s exactly the last woman on earth I would ever be physically attracted to, but she’s light. Every bit about her is illuminated from the top of her wavy hair to the small, modest heels she’s wearing. But it’s not even that she’s the complete opposite of my usual type of girl. It’s that she's this subtle sexy. It’s that kind of woman that you would give every bit of you just to see her undress slowly. I lick my lips as I imagine her slipping off her shoes and standing before me naked with nothing but those nude tights.
Maddie brings me back to reality, “Are you gonna go in, Dad?”
I command Maddie to not leave the parking lot as I run inside the school and search the hallways for her classroom. I finally spot her figure in through the small peephole window. She’s bending over her desk, her ass facing me as she reaches to put a pen back down. When she stands, she leans back slightly and stretches her arms towards the sky. I can make out the silhouette of her perky little breasts. This isn’t going to be easy.
Still, the note that is still in my hand weighs about a million pounds. I shake my head remembering where I am and who I'm with. All fantasies are off… for now. It’s time to be an actual parent. I can’t forget that although she may be fine as fuck, she's still the tight ass that is expelling my daughter.
I grab the door handle, and I push myself in, not even giving her a second to compose herself. She spins, frightened as I scream at her, “Who the fuck do you think you are, lady?”
Miss Springer retreats behind the desk a bit, putting a distance between her and me, “Um, I’m sorry, but I don’t think I know you…”
“Like hell. You know me. I’m Cal Ross, Maddie Ross’s father.” I throw the paper on her desk, watching it tumble towards the neat stacks she has laid out. “Tell me, do you get off expelling a little girl? Do you even know what that fucker kid did to my daughter?”
She holds up her hands defensively, as if she needs to protect herself. Her eyes dart back and forth, trying to find an escape plan. “Mr. Ross, please. Can we just sit down and talk about this? I don’t want any trouble.” She's pleading with me. And, again, my mind flashes to her on her knees, her sweater unbuttoned as she takes my cock into her mouth.
“Oh, you’ve found your trouble, lady. No one messes with my daughter. No one!” So many emotions are running through my mind. I want to shake her, and I want to take her on this desk right now. I want to dominate her in more ways than she knows.
She looks down at her hands as I yell at her. And then, in a move I’ve never seen, she looks up at me, peering into my eyes. For a moment, both of us stop as we try to feel one another out from a distance. She’s searching for something, and by how she takes five gentle steps towards me, I know she’s found it.
Her walk is dainty and soft, as she comes within hand’s distance from my body. Her tiny frame only comes up to my shoulders, but she looks up at me with strength, almost a quiet dignity. For a moment, I think she wants to touch me, but, instead, she asks politely, “Mr. Ross, would you like to take a seat?”
Miss Springer doesn’t wait for me to object. Instead, she sits down quickly in a student’s chair resting next to my legs. I take the one next to her. It’s comically small, and we're squished together. My arm is touching hers, and I wonder if she can feels the heat of me against her fair skin.